An Outfit Changed, An Identity Reclaimed.

[mamadonna]

Characters: The Dolorosa and YOU!
Setting: 15th floor, the workshop
Format: Basically whatever, if you want to do chocolate things drop a note here!
Summary: Dolorosa is working with some textiles when she gets interrupted?
Warnings: Possible violence and chocolate plot business.

[ Dolorosa had been working on this dress for a couple weeks now, collecting what scraps she could that fit her needs, but they weren't always easy to come by. It was the veiled cape that had been the most difficult, but she'd finally found the right material, and had gotten the dye to properly take.

It was almost finished, and soon she would't have to continue wearing this silly jumpsuit any longer. It only needed one last addition: her sign. It had been sweeps since she'd last worn it, or even been allowed to see it, but she ever forgot its shape, and so making the thread follow her whims until it took form was accomplished without mistake, and only the slightest pause.

It was a form of therapy, this dress. A reclamation of her identity. Within the hour, once properly garbed, she would once again be fully herself. ]

Comments

[benigncancer]

Yeah, that's definitely a goal worth striving for. [He laughs] I guess I was lucky that my clothes came with me.

[mamadonna]

Ye, you were. [ Mental note: Signless never gets to see the paltry contents of her trunk. ]

It wouldn't do for you to lose your cloak, it seems sometimes almost like a secondary hide. [ She gives his hood a light tug. ]

[benigncancer]

[He ducks his head, scowling just the tiniest bit, but really everything she does is wonderful. He never wants to be apart from her]

You know, while we're talking about clothes and making new ones, why don't we make something for each other?

[mamadonna]

[ Her face brightens at the prospect. ] Could we? What sort of thing would you have in mind?

[benigncancer]

Well... [He gestures at the dress] I thought maybe I could wear something like that.

[mamadonna]

[ She lets out a small laugh. Okay, Starling, she'll play along with this. ]

Well, it certainly isn't an inclination you've previously expressed, but I would gladly oblige, if you're certain. [ She puts a hand on the dress, admiring her work, and still relatively certain he must be joking. ] Granted, there was a fair amount of time involved with the construction of this garment, so you'll need to be patient before we can finish such a project. Are you certain you can wait so long?

[benigncancer]

[He beams, pleased that she's not laughing at him for what he said] Do you think I could try wearing that one. Maybe with a couple of alterations I could wear it, and you could wear mine. [He starts to pull off his cloak]

[mamadonna]

[ She looks a little confused now, but still smiles. That request is a little odder. ]

Silly boy, you're fully aware that this would be far too above any size that you would fully accommodate, as yours would neither comfortably contain myself.

[benigncancer]

... I know it'll be too long, but maybe I can squeeze in. Oh fuck... why aren't my legs longer? [He looks down at his own, then at hers, thoughtful] We should go to the infirmary.

[mamadonna]

[ Okay, this joke is really starting to progress to uncomfortable lengths. ]

I see little need in that, I'm feeling perfectly well! I may not be capable of sprinting in a competition taking place on foot, but I transport myself without issue. There's little reason for me to be readmitted at present.

[benigncancer]

No, no, not just for you. We need to go. [He hasn't actually let her go yet, and now he shifts a little closer and gives her an affectionate squeeze] I thought if we could switch legs, then I'd be taller and we'd be better able to fit in each other's clothing. I just want to be close to you!

[mamadonna]

[ What is he even saying? Boy, you are scaring your mother. She makes a motion to push him away, but gently. ]

Starling, please, put an end to this. Whatever humorous intentions you may have held for this satirical statement, I do not appreciate them!

[benigncancer]

I'm not joking, mother!

[mamadonna]

[ By now she's risen from her stool, her face stern as she points to the door. ]

This joke has been carried far enough, Signless. If you mean to continue along these lines, you'll do it elsewhere, as I'll hear no more of it!

[benigncancer]

[He stares at her in shock and obvious hurt, then lunges forward and hugs her tightly]

Please, don't make me leave!

[mamadonna]

[ She sighs with some frustration before reluctantly patting him on his head. ]

Very well.

But I'll hear no more of this talk from you, should you remain.

[benigncancer]

[He bites his lower lip and leans in close, clinging to her]4

Okay, sorry. It was just an idea...

[mamadonna]

[ She leans down and kisses him on the top of his head. ]

What would possess you to entertain such a thought? It's unlike you to behave in such a manner!

[benigncancer]

[He chirps softly with contentment. At least he's close to her]

I...I don't know. The thought just came to me!

[mamadonna]

[ Her forehead creases with worry. ]

This is an unfamiliar train of thought to me, and I have known you over the full course of your life. Is it a new inclination, Starling, or one that has sat unexpressed for that entire period?

[benigncancer]

...New, I guess? I never thought of it before, if that's what you mean. But I just realized how much I love you. [He nuzzles in close] I mean, I always knew that, but I realized just how much. And that I just want to be close to you. To be more like you.

[mamadonna]

Well, that's a terribly flattering desire, but shouldn't it be possible that you could better emulate me with neither of us coming to harm?