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findyourwayout (findyourwayout) wrote in nevermore_logs,

Few things made her feel more like a goddess than Dionysus, her greatest love, her savior, her enthralling husband, calling her his queen. She leaned into the feeling hard, finishing half her wine and laughing as she put it down. "I haven't seen that bra since that night on the roof," she said. "When you needed to be as high as possible because you were as high as possible. I know..." she stepped forward to kiss his painted lips, his wine flavoured lips, before moving past him to the wardrobe to rummage.

There was very little order to the wardrobe, even less after several theatre kids had raided it for accessories, but a white pirate shirt was easy to spot. She lost the yellow bra and pulled it on; it was big enough to slip right off one shoulder. "Have you seen any of the little corsets? Black, obviously."