walk walk fashion baby

[frozenfractalsallaround]

Who: Elsa and Lust

Where: Goldenrod

When: Backdated a couple days

Summary: Dress shopping trip!

Rating: PG-13 at most probably

Log:



This is going to be so fun!

[Elsa steps out of Starmiebucks, shoving her apron into her over the shoulder messenger bag. She casts a lingering glance at her arm, wondering if that's a new freckle or mocha, but decides she'll figure that out later. She glances at Lust, before setting off down the street as she gets her bag closed.

The two of them had gotten to talking about prom while Elsa did a quick lobby sweep, and since Elsa was going to get off soon the two of them decided to go out dress shopping together. It's gonna be great!]

I haven't worn a fancy dress since I was back in Arendelle, I'm excited!

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[a_sin_for_him]

Prom is always a good excuse to go above and beyond. Everyone always looks their best.

[Well, nearly everyone. There were always those who honestly didn't care, which was their prerogative. Lust doesn't give a damn, she always looks like she stepped out of some fashion magazine. Her dresses have always had commonalities - a fitted silhouette, not too much bosom on display. But this year...well, Timothy's no longer terrified of her bosoms and there's something pettily appealing about a ballroom skirt. Her old master had worn such hideous ones, ill suited to her frame. Lust would wear one better.]

I'm thinking something a touch...dramatic this year.

You know, I've never gone shopping with someone for my formal attire.

[frozenfractalsallaround]

[Elsa is very ready to look her best. It isn't that she doesn't enjoy all the pants-

The pants.

Elsa of Arendelle discovering pants and wearing them for the first time had been a great experience, she almost thought she would never go back. But there comes a time after all the pants and the large sweaters and cozy knit hats where you kind of just want to be elegant and beautiful again.

She's at that point. She's ready to wear a dress.]

I haven't either! [She pauses for a moment, reflecting on that.] Come to think of it... I never really shopped for my own back home. It was always pre-selected. Or sent as gifts that I wore out of obligation.

[Heaven forbid the trade routes fall through because she refused to wear the fancy dress someone sent. It was basic royal politeness.]

[a_sin_for_him]

Really? I...well, back home it was never anything I had to worry about. My clothes were alchemical, they were in a way a part of me. I rarely ever bothered with anything else, until I came here.

[And then her homunculus garments had been just a dress and gloves.]

I've found I quite like fashion, now that I've the time for it. Did people really send you dresses as gifts?

[frozenfractalsallaround]

Alchemical-? [She doesn't know what that means, but it sounds. Fancy.] I made a dress out of ice once and thought that was fancy, but that sounds even more so.

[They're passing by a shop that catches Elsa's eye, so she stops to do a little window shopping while they talk.]

And yes, they did... it's kind of silly, in hindsight. I think perhaps they thought it would earn my favor, but more often than not they were just frumpy dresses I didn't particularly care for.

[a_sin_for_him]

Alchemy is...something in my world that you'd likely consider magic.

[Lust doesn't feel like having the discussion as to why it isn't, she knows she gets too worked up over it.]

[She joins Elsa at the window, eyeing the displays with a critical quirk of her eyebrow.]

I don't know if I've mentioned it to you, but I wasn't entirely human before I came here. And that's a silly gift to try and earn someone's favor. How does someone even know what size you wear? Men always gave me things like jewelry and expensive perfumes. Always flowery scents, I don't like to wear flowery scents.

[frozenfractalsallaround]

Oh! That makes sense, then.

[Whether or not it's actual magic or not Elsa doesn't know, but it's a good enough explanation to help her Get It.

Her own eyebrows raise at Lust's confession, but she's been here long enough that she... isn't really phased by it, honestly. It's surprising, but not out of left field.]

You weren't? Not that it matters! I don't really care what you were, goodness knows I've kept plenty about myself from everyone here.

[Y'know, ice powers, the fact she's queen, all her anxiety bubbling under the surface.]

I think they liked to guess and just assumed they got it right, but- well, the joke is on them because I had an excellent tailor. [She laughs lightly.] Shall we go in?

[a_sin_for_him]

We all keep plenty to ourselves, here. No, I wasn't. Something close, but not quite. I looked the same, more or less.

[The only differences are tiny things - the unnatural whiteness of her skin as a homunculus, the eerie perfection of her physical form... but she's clearly her. It's like the difference in some silly vampire romance movie, before and after being bitten.]

Men, I assume. Men always guess - well I shouldn't say that. The ones that matter don't. My Timothy gives me books and chocolates and records, things he knows I like. And yes, why not? We aren't going to find anything on the sidewalk.