|Mary Magdalene (gospel_of_mary) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-05-15 01:19:00
|Entry tags:||huitzilopochtli, mary magdalene|
WHO: Mary Magdalene & Huitzilopotchli
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: His place
WHAT: It's a proper dinner date without touchings.
TOUCHINGS, says Mary tba
Looking in the mirror, Mary thought her hair might be starting to go darker again, but it was hard to tell. She would have chalked it up to the change in her life that was the Aztec, but the shifts from red to brown across decades didn't usually need the influence of a war god, just ever-fluctuating human beliefs.
She had put on a blue dress but peeled it off again and thrown it onto the bed, changing for something far more casual and not in the Hummingbird's colour. Then she'd changed again and put on the dress she'd first seduced him in that night long ago and while she admired the way it made her look and the memories it brought up, that was all the wrong way to go. Another outfit thrown onto the bed before Mary finally settled on a red dress, one she considered alluring but not overtly seductive. Then she put on jewelry, and took it off, and put her hair up, then down, then up again.
Mary felt utterly frazzled by the time she was ready to leave her place. She spent money she didn't really have a took a taxi to Huitzilopotchli's area of the city, having him drop her a few blocks from his building so that she could use the short walk to calm herself.
She didn't know what tonight was going to be like, or what she was to expect (or what would be expected of her), and all of it made her heart tighten as she knocked on the door and waited.