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Post by LUCIFER AUDITORE DE FIRENZE on Feb 3, 2011 9:45:09 GMT -8
((The title, I don't even know. I think I've been listening to too much Alesana lately.))
She doesn’t care she doesn’t care she doesn’t care she doesn’t care…
Bliss had evidently decided to return to Lucifer’s state of mind, for that was almost the only thing that he could think about. The knowledge that Aspen “didn’t care” that he was a Remnant was more than satisfying; it was elating, and he felt as if he could let his natural paranoia lie quiet for the moment. Only for a few moments, though, because while he now felt perfectly at ease around her as opposed to slightly tense, he still couldn’t let go of the paranoia (or his cigarettes) in crowds of people. And a crowd of people was exactly what they were about to be entering, because Aspen apparently wanted to go shopping. Of all things, shopping. And she hadn’t wanted to wear her clothes for it, either; he had told her several times that her dress and her coat were absolutely fine. However, there was some sort of rule that Girls Don’t Wear the Same Clothes Twice in a Row, so she had refused. So she ended up wearing his clothes.
He would be lying through his teeth if he said that it wasn’t the slightest bit appealing. His clothes were more than slightly too big on her, and it was somehow adorable yet alluring all at the same time. Not that he minded; no, no, she could wear his clothes whenever she wanted. Best to savour it now, though, since he doubted he would have the privilege of seeing this again. Lucifer’s hand slipped into his pocket as he drew out his package of cigarettes, flicking one out and replacing the small box with a lighter. More of a precaution now than anything else, he lit the cigarette, pressing it to his lips and inhaling, then exhaled as he slipped the lighter back into his pocket. “So, where do you want to go?” he asked, turning to Aspen as his gaze flickered about the white marble. He hadn’t been to the White Plaza often; most of his shopping, if he ever needed to buy anything, was conducted in Halaver Square. But since “the incident”, he had decided that it was off limits and settled for the plaza instead.
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Post by ASPEN CHAO MARTINEAU on Feb 3, 2011 21:21:18 GMT -8
 my heart keeps beating like a hammer !Aspen tugged at the hem of Lucifer's shirt, the one she was wearing. She had tossed out her jacket and dress last niight, taking some of his clothes to wear. She wanted to start new, without anything her father had given her. Still, she felt guilty for asking Lucifer to buy her new clothes when she already had clothes. In their simotanious hatred for her father, she assumed he'd know what she was feeling. It was a bit hard to describe, but he understood. He always did, for her. So there she stood, wearing one of his smallest white shirts, a pair of shorts (that fell pfar past her knees) and her own boots. She kind of looked like a pirate, the way her hair was tied intoo two braids and the shirt pulled back so it wasn't too bagy.
"Umm...how about...uh, that store?" She asked, pointing in the direction of a men and woen clothing store. Nothing too fancy, just casual dresses annd shirts. She walked in the direction of the door and entered, giving the working employee a quick smile as she wandered into the clothing asile. Pickin gout a few plain dresses and pajamas, she left for the changing room where she didn't reappear for several moments, coming out ina ligh blue and white dress that went to her knees.
"Do you like this?" Aspen asked, twirling around. She just loved dresses. |
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Post by LUCIFER AUDITORE DE FIRENZE on Feb 4, 2011 23:52:15 GMT -8
She pointed to one of the many stores in the White Plaza; a casual men and women clothing store. He simply nodded as Aspen made her way toward it, following behind her, cigarette in hand. He hesitated slightly at the doors, wondering whether or not it was all right to enter with a poison stick. Ah, screw it – He was a general, damnit. He could do whatever he wanted. As a result, he missed the crucial chance when he could have opened the door for her; irately deciding he would do it another time, he entered close behind, gaze flickering about all the clothing that was apparently “in fashion” nowadays. He never paid any attention to fashion. How was he supposed to know that whatever cut was trendy? Or shoulder pads? Who even cared? People should just dress however they wanted to.
A heated glare towards one of the employees kept any reprimands about his cigarette away; he quickly lost sight of Aspen, who had wandered into the aisles and was no doubt picking out something that she liked. Whatever it was, he was most likely going to buy it. Okay, he was definitely going to buy it. Unless the price was inexplicably outrageous. (Really, he knew that even if the price was insane, he would end up purchasing it anyway, simply because Aspen “wanted” it. Or, rather, needed it, considering that she no longer had clothes and wouldn’t go to the bastard's her father’s home, opting to start afresh instead. He couldn’t blame her for it.) Bringing his cigarette to his mouth again, paranoia taking over – maybe that employee was a New Child, he’d looked at him funny, hadn’t he? – he spotted Aspen near the changing rooms with a small bundle of clothes.
He decided to make his way to the rooms as well, busying himself with an rack of not particularly interesting clothes. When she suddenly asked him if he liked “this”, he blinked, fairly sure that she hadn’t meant the rather unorthodox shirt that he’d accidentally stumbled upon; he looked up to see her lightly twirling in a pale blue and white dress that came up to her knees. “Um…” His throat didn’t seem to be working properly. He coughed half-heartedly, as if that was an excuse for his lack of articulation. Generally in books, if a woman ever asked a man if he “liked” something, he usually ended up saying something wrong and was thusly shunned. Another nervous cough. “Yeah…you look nice,” Lucifer finally said, lip curling upwards into a slight smile. It was true, she looked pretty in the dress, although he personally thought she looked better in red. Then again, that didn’t matter very much, since she was the one that “wanted” the garment in the first place, and in the end it only mattered if she liked it.
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Post by ASPEN CHAO MARTINEAU on Feb 23, 2011 6:43:10 GMT -8
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