Prompt: Zip me/Heylin Showdown plz — a drabble about one character dressing another, or the other way around. (Submitted by anonymous on tumblr.)
Wuya rather hates the dresses are made nowadays. Not because they were too tight or form-fitting or revealing, of course, because even fifteen hundred years ago, such dresses were available enough (which Wuya preferred by far to the diaphanous and loose robes that were more common — she had a figure, after all, and she rather enjoyed showing it off). The difference was that back then, clothing was much easier to get in (and out) of; now, it took all sorts of maneuvering and wriggling to just get a dresson, and even then at least another pair of hands was necessary to make sure the dress actually stayedon. Which was wear Chase Young came in.
"You can zip me up, now," Wuya told him as she admired her reflection. It was certainly flattering, and the Heylin witch had always been partial to black, but she rather wished that it wasn't so long — Wuya loved her legs, after all, and took any opportunity she could to show them off. The dress in question featured a long slit up once side, at least, so at least that was some compensation. The heels she'd been made were an entirely different matter, and she wished she could have gone without them completely, but Jack had said that these sorts of events required people to wear shoes, and in the end Wuya had begrudgingly agreed to wear them.
Still, she thought as she glanced over her shoulder at Chase, who was fiddling with the length of black silk hanging around his neck unhappily as he approached Wuya glumly. "I hate this thing," he said as he located the zipper at the base of her spine and pulled it up. "I feel like I'm choking. I can't breathe."
Wuya took a few deep breaths to make sure everything fit properly. "You think you can't breathe?" she scoffed. "Men. Try wearing a corset and then tell me about not being able to breathe. Or being stuck in a puzzle box for over a thousand years."