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There were events coming. One large event at any rate...Nate's wedding.
It was important, and therefore, Rach did her best to remembers it. Prepare. Unfortunately, Rachel's preparations were never along the lines of normal. No...
She'd gotten a dress from Bar. That was normal. Sisters wore dresses to their brother's weddings, no matter how odd he'd promised it to be...Rach kinda like being able to do something traditional.
But she'd forgotten...
The sleek slide of silk along her skin, the smooth, deceptive comfort as the skirt eeled among her legs. She'd grown up in Leather and Spandex, not comfortable things unless one was raised in such...
But she'd spent centuries in silk.
Silk that pulled and stuck lovingly as blood flowed; blood that dripped slowly like rain, the sounds never echoing but drunk deep into pain crazed walls...
Yes, she'd almost forgotten.
She felt lucky her mirror was lain on top of her dresser, she certainly didn't want to see her own expression as she tried on the gown. Nor did she want to watch herself shiver as she forced herself through one step, then another.
No, Rachel's preparations were never normal. Today, today she practiced wearing silken skirts, and by noon she could even smile as she did it.
After all...
Not all silks were from that time. No, she had friends that survived wearing it all the time. She just had to convince her body that it was alright.
It was important, and therefore, Rach did her best to remembers it. Prepare. Unfortunately, Rachel's preparations were never along the lines of normal. No...
She'd gotten a dress from Bar. That was normal. Sisters wore dresses to their brother's weddings, no matter how odd he'd promised it to be...Rach kinda like being able to do something traditional.
But she'd forgotten...
The sleek slide of silk along her skin, the smooth, deceptive comfort as the skirt eeled among her legs. She'd grown up in Leather and Spandex, not comfortable things unless one was raised in such...
But she'd spent centuries in silk.
Silk that pulled and stuck lovingly as blood flowed; blood that dripped slowly like rain, the sounds never echoing but drunk deep into pain crazed walls...
Yes, she'd almost forgotten.
She felt lucky her mirror was lain on top of her dresser, she certainly didn't want to see her own expression as she tried on the gown. Nor did she want to watch herself shiver as she forced herself through one step, then another.
No, Rachel's preparations were never normal. Today, today she practiced wearing silken skirts, and by noon she could even smile as she did it.
After all...
Not all silks were from that time. No, she had friends that survived wearing it all the time. She just had to convince her body that it was alright.