Lotte was not accustomed to being scolded and if Alastor hadn't immediately snatched the dress from her arms, she would have said something about it... but she had said it wasn't worth asking, in his defense. Now she knew better.
Alastor went on to try and explain, but she was too absorbed in watching the color seep from Alastor's long fingers down through the threads and lines of the dress, each seam tightening, each button gleaming as it slid down, rather like blood. It was simple magic, perhaps, but no less striking in its simplicity. She wondered how dull this place looked to him, devoid of color, the sky melding with the ground and the buildings, half devoured by the earth. What would a world the opposite of hers even be like? Alastor couldn't seem to describe it, and Lotte couldn't imagine it, at least not yet. This would have to be preview enough.
"Frightening things can turn out to be quite thrilling, in my recent experience." She said as he snapped the now vibrant, crimson dress in the air and offered it back to her.
The other dresses were set aside on the top of the dresser, and Lotte took the red dress from Alastor gingerly, like it might break or disappear from her grasp if she were too rough for it. This dress hadn't hardly been new even when it was new to her, but even then she had never seen it like this.
Lotte's eyes devoured it. There was no denying she loved it. The color, the fabric - thick and soft between her fingers as she rubbed it against her skin, not a speck of dust in sight... and just for a moment she let herself muse on what it might feel like to wear something Alastor had picked out for her. To be wrapped in something entirely his design... and this was oh so close to that, she could nearly taste it. But would she have the chance to?
"Well, I'm definitely not used to anything quite that snazzy..." she said, about the dress and the idea of New Orleans. It was hard to imagine either would hold their color without Alastor around, though.
He had just told her to ask questions... there was no getting what she wanted without asking, either, so Lotte draped the dress over her arm, poured herself a shot and threw it back before her next question.
"But you'll stay there with me, won't you? Show me the ropes?"
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Alastor went on to try and explain, but she was too absorbed in watching the color seep from Alastor's long fingers down through the threads and lines of the dress, each seam tightening, each button gleaming as it slid down, rather like blood. It was simple magic, perhaps, but no less striking in its simplicity. She wondered how dull this place looked to him, devoid of color, the sky melding with the ground and the buildings, half devoured by the earth. What would a world the opposite of hers even be like? Alastor couldn't seem to describe it, and Lotte couldn't imagine it, at least not yet. This would have to be preview enough.
"Frightening things can turn out to be quite thrilling, in my recent experience." She said as he snapped the now vibrant, crimson dress in the air and offered it back to her.
The other dresses were set aside on the top of the dresser, and Lotte took the red dress from Alastor gingerly, like it might break or disappear from her grasp if she were too rough for it. This dress hadn't hardly been new even when it was new to her, but even then she had never seen it like this.
Lotte's eyes devoured it. There was no denying she loved it. The color, the fabric - thick and soft between her fingers as she rubbed it against her skin, not a speck of dust in sight... and just for a moment she let herself muse on what it might feel like to wear something Alastor had picked out for her. To be wrapped in something entirely his design... and this was oh so close to that, she could nearly taste it. But would she have the chance to?
"Well, I'm definitely not used to anything quite that snazzy..." she said, about the dress and the idea of New Orleans. It was hard to imagine either would hold their color without Alastor around, though.
He had just told her to ask questions... there was no getting what she wanted without asking, either, so Lotte draped the dress over her arm, poured herself a shot and threw it back before her next question.
"But you'll stay there with me, won't you? Show me the ropes?"