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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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[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...

[everyeyedothdwell]

It's okay, neesama.

Maybe while we're out...

[ She doesn't quite dare finish the thought. ]

[intenderembassy]

We'll go shopping.

[She takes her...sister's hand and smiles.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ Thomas nods and clutches at Christina's hand, only letting go briefly to put on a pair of the underwear and dig out socks and boots.

(they're walking boots she's been using to get around the island, and they don't really match well with the dress and pendant but)

(she reaches up to take the necklace off for now, and then it's not so bad a combination) ]

...what do you think?

[intenderembassy]

...I like it.

[She likes how it's Thomas.]

I think they will too.

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ Thomas flushes then, eyes going to the floor.

(the idea of seeing someone like this, when the last person to see her as herself was him)

(it's scary)

(but she doesn't want to be alone, and so.)

She nods, slowly. ]

Should. Should we go?

[intenderembassy]

Mm.

[She nods, squeezes her sister's hand.]

Don't worry. I'll be with you all the way.

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ Thomas squeezes back, presses in close to Christina's side. ]

...love you.

[intenderembassy]

[A quick kiss on the forehead.]

I love you too.

[<3]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[ Shall we, then? ]