Bella would have clapped her hands together if they weren’t holding the perfect shoes for her dress. She carefully placed the shoes in the box and stood up. ”Well, I suggest that since you have provided me with shoes par excellence than I should do you a good turn with a lovely dress,” she looked across the shop and nodded her head toward a particular area. ”The dress designer featured in that area designs lovely clothes that would match your figure and style perfectly.”
Bella knew how to charm people. It was easy if you didn’t have a problem telling them the most obvious and nauseatingly flattering things that people usually don’t say because their conscience keeps them from saying it. Mythical things never closed Bella’s lips. However, in this particular case she was actually being honest. ”The fabric is quite light and it would look fabulous on you.” She held out a gloved hand. ”Come on, let’s seek an outfit,” she said grinning. ”My name is Bella.”
Drusilla smiled approvingly at Bella’s agreement for a trade. She knew the shop better that Drusilla did and it was nice to be directed by someone, especially when she was trying so very hard to make a new friend. She considered the dress designer’s area and smiled. “Is that why you haven’t fed them peaches?” she asked.
Drusilla found Bella charming, but not for the words that were coming from her lips. She found her charming for the reasons they fell, completely unimpeded. She took her hand when offered and smiled. “Drusilla,” she told her in kind. She inhaled lightly, as if smelling her perfume. With a wicked grin, she told her, “You smell like fresh flowers and death.” She nodded her approval and gestured for her to lead the way.
Bella had learned how to fake several emotions and interact well with people to achieve her own goals. She put on a smile as the other woman passed over the shoes. The heels were a beautiful black pair with a gold overlay in a Celtic knot pattern. They matched the dress perfectly and oddly enough were in Bella’s size. Bella looked around. ”Well, I see no one attempting to claim them and they are perfect for my dress.” Her conscience wouldn’t bother her about taking the shoes possibly meant for another person. Non existent things never caused a problem. ”I don’t want to put you in an awkward position,” she said smiling. Bella was expecting the woman to argue with her though she’d find it strange. If she were holding the shoes for someone she knew, why hand them over to Bella?
Bella tapped her lips with her finger. ”We could move to another area of the shop. It’s hardly your responsibility to watch over shoes and put your shopping on hold.” She gave the lady a playful smile attempting to coerce her into a bit of fun.
Drusilla saw the mask the woman wore and how to flex and twisted with her skin, but showed nothing of the stone beneath it. Her emotions were cold and distant and mostly forgotten. She offered fleeting gestures that she believed suitable for the occasion, but nothing was shown from within herself. She offered an excuse she didn’t need to ease a conscience she didn’t have and Drusilla responded with a gentle smile. “They are perfect,” she agreed as she handed them over willingly. That was the whole reason she had grabbed them for her in the first place. Like most, she misunderstood her intentions. She was used to such things by now. Once Bella held them, she put a finger to her lips, “Shh,” she whispered. “I won’t tell.”
Drusilla gave a small, amused sound when Bella made her offer. There was no one to return for the shoes, but Bella didn’t know that and she was always up for games. She picked up her dress and held it in her lap before she scanned the small shop. “Where shall we hide?” she asked the woman, ready to follow her lead.
Bella had always had very expensive tastes. She loved expensive clothes, expensive food and staying in expensive places. Her work allowed her to easily afford anything she wanted. New York had some of the finest shops in America for clothing. She had to be careful. Her abilities allowed her to poison people with a touch, that made her skin dangerous for anyone to touch. She wouldn’t really care if a worker in the shops were poisoned by just touching her. Not in the way of caring about the person who died, she would be rather annoyed that it would call attention to her and that would be very inconvenient.
Bella dressed to cover as much of her skin as possible and even took the extra precaution of wearing gloves. She opened the door to one of her new favorite places and stepped inside. The dresses in here were not only of the finest quality, but they had a wide assortment that didn’t require jacket cover-ups. She ran a gloved finger down a forest green dress made of crushed velvet. She looked through the rack for her size and plucked the dress off the rack. She didn’t bother trying it on. If it needed to be altered, she would contact her tailor.
Her next task was to find shoes to match the dress. She liked to complete one outfit before moving on to acquiring another. She noticed the other woman trying on shoes. The lady was very stylish and dressed similarly conservative. Bella favored her with a smile as she looked over the shoes. ”That’s a fetching pair,” she said pointing to a pair next to the other woman. ”Have you tried them on yet?”
Knew the moment the woman entered the shop, though she did not look up from her place. The smell of bitter almonds and peaches gently filled the room. It would be disregarded by others as perfume, but Drusilla knew better. She knew the toxins, as well as the screams, that surrounded the woman.
She looked up at her when the woman sat down beside her and she considered her with her eyes for the first time. She looked just as she had been shown. She looked to the dress the woman had selected and she nodded in silent approval. It would look beautiful with her hair.
At her question, she looked up to her and shook her head. “They’re not for me,” she said, passing them over. She liked the woman, but the woman knew nothing of her. She would have to behave herself if she wanted to make friends.
At least, she would have to behave for now.
Drusilla had decided she liked this place. One of the many things she liked was the vast array of dress shops that she could investigate. Loki had left, again, and she had decided to take her own little side trip while she hunted. She had been here far too long not get more clothing. She entered one of the smaller dress shops and started to make her way about, inspecting the items.
While she tried on clothing, she was also waiting for a special lady to join her. The woman whose touch was death and scent warned of deadly beauty. She had been a naughty, wicked girl. She was causing all kinds of troubles and heart strings were being strummed by her actions.
She liked this woman already. She avoided a floral pattern, not wanting to match the other woman too closely, and then moved to inspect their shoes. She would wait all night if needed.
They are full of chaos. They are lost, hurt, broken. They stitch together all their pieces and hope to hide their plights from one another.
So lost, so tired. They fight because they understand no other way.
Poor creatures. Rest is waiting for them.
Oh, the Ice Prince has games to keep us entertained. He is wicked and full of rage and spite and jealousy. I could dance to the fear he causes.
Oh no, my pet, no, I haven’t. The little things all fall away, but chaos still carries it’s own steady beat.
This world craves it more than my own.
He knows. His heart would know if it were otherwise.