Davia De Angelis (calculated_fate) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-04-26 16:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | davia, easton |
Week Eight: Wednesday
Who: Davia and Easton
When: Wednesday Evening after Sunset
Where: In town
A small frown pursed her lips as she looked at the shelves of hair coloring products in the store where she stood. It was too bad that she didn't have glamour also because then she could avoid this all together. What exactly constituted Strawberry Blond and how did one streak their hair exactly? Davia picked up a box for a closer look, looking at the things written on the back, her brow furrowing in frustration. With a roll of her eyes, she sat the box down and shook her head at herself. Just because someone made the suggestion didn't mean she had to do it. She was fine the way she was, right?
A short walk down the aisle took her to the other hair care items. There were brushes, barrettes, headbands, and hand-held mirrors, one of which she caught a glance of herself in and then paused, taking a better look. She was pretty the way that she was, but maybe she could try something a little bit different. She grabbed a few packs of barrettes, some headbands, hair ties and clasps, and tossed them into the basket that she held on her arm. After getting a few more things, shampoo and conditioner that was supposed to make blond hair shine, and some new body spray, gummy bear scented, she headed out of the Health and Beauty Aids section and continued to browse through the store.
Clothes. Her wardrobe could use an update, consisting of mostly dresses, as that was what her father preferred her to wear, and a few sweaters. She lost herself in the women's clothing, finding a few shirts, some jeans (something she had never worn before in her life), and a new swimsuit, a two piece, in case she decided to take a swim one night, with a matching wrap. And then she came to the lingerie section.
Davia was a modest girl. She had never dressed in anything too provocative unless her father requested it and that was just for practical purposes. Most of the underclothes that she owned were simple, white cotton save for a pair of silk stockings with a seam up the back that she wore sometimes when they went hunting. By now, her basket was full, and it was about to get fuller as she decided to indulge herself and find some pretty things to wear, not that anyone would see them, but maybe it would help her to feel more pretty for a change.
With her basket overflowing, and a few things draped over her shoulder, she made her way to the checkout at the front of the store. Thankful that her father had left her a bank account with quite a bit of money in it, she made a small dent in that and found herself laden with bags as she made her way back out onto the street.
Oh how she wished she had a car and knew how to drive, because as she made her way back towards the school, she found the bags much heavier than she had initially expected. And then she dropped one, and of course it had to be the bag full of the more provocative clothing she had bought, lace panties and bras in various cuts and colors. Her face was flushed with embarrassment as she rushed to pick them all up and shove them back into her bag. How embarrassing!