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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]

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? ]