Disclaimer: Same old, same old.

Prompt: Lace

Note: Nothing too crazy, I promise.


Grinning widely, Weirin and Meron both took steps back as they examined the fruit of their labor.

Veloce Visrin stood, presented to them, wearing the itchiest, most uncomfortable dress ever known and forced on young girls. And the lace... although it allowed the loose dress to hugged frail form, it caught on anything she walked by.

Meron squealed. "Oh Mistress Visrin! You look wonderful! Truly, truly so!"

Weirin just grinned, biting back her tongue to prevent laughing out-loud. For a second, Veloce's fingers itched as it took her extreme will and exertion not to wring the archer's neck.

It started out as a simple dilemma-- Veloce had a date but wanted to look decent for a certain assassin. Extensive traveling worn down her usual outfit and she knew to pay more respect to the assassin and so she turned to the other women of their small faction.

Meron placed a frilly bonnet over the sorceress' head, completing the outfit, giggling as she did so.

Suddenly Veloce was aware of how pink her friends' faces were. "... You may laugh."

As if she had granted them permission, Weirin and Meron were rolling on the floor, sputtering in glee as their eyes humorously glaze over their dress up doll. Weirin's neck danced out of her arm range.

Damn... Why had she even bothered with them?

Flustered but knowing that she had no more time to change, Veloce walked slowly to the balcony, where she promised the assassin.

Each step felt like weight. Whatever had she eaten turned into a lead ball in her stomach. She didn't notice Keritzel's surprised expression as she slithered by, careful not to tear the lace.

That was the worst part of the dress.

The lace.

... Veloce kind of liked the bonnet. It felt nice. Maybe that's why Meron liked wearing it.

Pulling back the door, Veloce walked into her room and glanced in distaste at the mirror in front of her.

"I look ridiculous." she groaned, bringing up her arm and tearing off the bonnet.

... Correction: she tried to.

Another pair of arms, encircled her hands and stopped the action.

"I think you look fine." Blackbird breathed, her warm breath tickling the sorceress' ears. "The lace is a nice touch."

Veloce sighed into Blackbird's strong arms. "You think so? I tried to look nice."

"I don't care what you wear. Though... I do love experimentation..." Blackbird mumbled as a silly grin stretched across her face.

-FIN-

Veloce the lolita.