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[everyeyedothdwell]

[ It's not even that uncommon that Thomas ends up like this, really. Too boneless and exhausted to even lift his wrists up for Christina to untie them; too much to do more at all than stare up at her with heavy, misted eyes.

He wants to say something but his tongue hangs heavy in his mouth and his mind is thick and almost drugged, and so in the end the best he can do is to lie there, curled on his side as sweat and come slowly dry on his skin, and lose himself in the slow throbbing across his back and ass and the backs of his thighs where Christina had taken a crop to him until he'd nearly blacked out with the pleasure-pain of it. ]

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[everyeyedothdwell]

I-I don't... Maybe here it'd be...

If we ever ended up back home...

[ Maybe Byron's gone now but he was a shadow over both of them for long enough that--

(Thomas is so tired of being a disappointment) ]

[intenderembassy]

Thomas...

[...she doesn't know what to...]

...it doesn't matter to me. You know that, don't you...?

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ Thomas shakes her head, just barely.

(she's quiet now but she sounds so lost) ]

It's not... right, though. I'm not right, it's not...

It'd be... it'd be worse if he ever... if somehow, he...

[intenderembassy]

...

...he's gone, Thomas.

It doesn't matter what he thinks.

[She sounds firm in that, at least.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ Thomas goes silent, doesn't say another word.

(is he really gone?)

(even if he's gone physically...

isn't he still there, really?)

(none of them can escape him, not really)

Hanging her head, Thomas only pulls back and wraps her arms around her knees with a soft sigh. ]

[intenderembassy]

...he doesn't matter.

You matter.

...

Should I go?

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ Thomas looks almost panicked, when she asks if she should go.

(go where?)

(Thomas barely even remembers any more, that they were supposed to be meeting anyone at all) ]

G-go?

[intenderembassy]

...we were supposed to meet my double.

And yours.

[She sighs softly.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ Thomas swallows hard, clutches herself tighter. ]

Don't-- don't leave me alone. I-I... if you have to go then I'll...

[ The idea of seeing that Chris is better than the idea of being all alone right now. ]

[intenderembassy]

[She nods, kisses her on the cheek one last time before she stands up to get dressed, stretching herself out a little and letting the slight breeze through the curtains cool her off.

After a moment, she picks up her bra and panties and begins to re-dress.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ As much as Thomas said she'd go, she doesn't make a move to emerge from the blankets or to dress herself yet.

(nothing she owns feels right, as it is) ]

...neesama?

[intenderembassy]

Hmm?

[She pulls her dress over her head and pats it down.]

Do you want to borrow something?

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ Thomas flinches a little, at that. ]

It... wouldn't fit properly.

1/2

[intenderembassy]

Well, if you belted one of my skirts at the waist, you could...

[intenderembassy]

...ah, never mind.

[She peers into the mirror to adjust her hair.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ She lifts her gaze up to Christina's face in the mirror, slow and hesitant. ]

...what were you going to say?

[intenderembassy]

I have a long skirt, and if you belted it at the waist, it would be about your size as a dress...

[She ruffles her bangs back into order, glancing back over her shoulder every few seconds.]

And that necklace with the rubies never really suited me.

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ Thomas seems to draw in on herself more and more as Christina talks, and by the end of it she's outright trembling.

(but she nods, nonetheless) ]

Please.

[intenderembassy]

[...she musters a smile, despite the way she feels when Thomas is clearly so scared.]

Let's see how you look, then.

[She pads over to her closet and pulls out a long, cream-colored skirt, as well as a woven belt.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ Thomas uncurls as Christina's retrieving the skirt, just a little.

(her stomach is still stained with her own come and so she, at the very least, grabs the wet cloth on a dish on the bedside table - given how she ends up usually after sex, it pays to prepare beforehand - and wipes herself down slowly, not looking at Christina)

Once she's clean, Thomas only stands up slowly with her eyes clamped shut.

(Christina is in control again, as she so often is) ]

G-go on. Neesama.

[intenderembassy]

[She approaches to pull the skirt over Thomas' head, adjusting it carefully so it sits like a dress just under her arms, then leans down to tie the belt around her waist. It reaches her knees, this way, falling and floating light around them.

Then she stands up, moves in close to fasten the pendant around Thomas' neck.

When she finishes, she steps back, turns Thomas gently towards the mirror.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ Thomas trembles under Christina's hands, and when she's turned toward the mirror she doesn't quite dare open her eyes. ]

How does it look?

[ Her voice is choked, thick.

(there's fabric floating airy around her knees and it's perfect, it's right and)

(it's not okay, is it, he wouldn't have said the things he had if it were okay but)

(how can she not embrace this?) ]

[intenderembassy]

...you're beautiful.

I knew you would be.

[She feels like she should be...shocked, at least, but she's not.

It seems...natural, to her.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ She's still shaking, still terrified but Thomas

opens her eyes

and stares at herself in the mirror.

(and--)

(and oh)

(her eyes fill up again but she runs her hands down the fabric covering her and there's a wobbly, watery smile on her face)

After a few moments, Thomas turns her head to lift wet eyes to Christina's face. ]

I-I'll need underwear.

[intenderembassy]

...well. It's not like you're a stranger to wearing mine.

[She smirks just a little, for a moment, over the natural smile on her face.

She digs through her drawer to find a few pairs.]

I doubt I'll have the other half to fit...