Re: Dress Shop
When she finally looked up again, there was something familiar about the expression behind those eyes. It wasn't something that she was able to identify, not in that moment, and not without more thought than she would likely give it. But something, some twist of personality that she had known from someone in her past. It made her frown, searching, the shadow of a line between the perfect curve of her brows.
But she couldn't hold to that wondering thought for very long, distracted by the warmth and closeness of the body that was right there. It was almost hard to catch her breath properly, and she wondered if stepping back would help, but her feet didn't move, and she didn't know if that was her own choice, or the body choosing to still hold its ground. It began to occur to her just how beautiful the woman in front of her was, and while she knew that the body she was in was also distractingly beautiful (she could see the reflection in a nearby mirror, still), her mind knew how she was supposed to look - and it was nowhere near the appearance of the two women that were currently standing in the store. It made her drop her gaze again, hair becoming a curtain again, hiding away again (at least as well as she could).
"I don't want anything. I... have too much. I don't need it." And maybe she was only thinking about material things - the fact that at one point she had only wanted a room with a cot and had received so much more. Maybe she wasn't thinking about all the other little things she desired, the things she pushed down, away, telling herself that none of them were important.