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“Ah… Sinclair, are you sure this is the right dress?~” Rodion spoke to the other sinner, humming under her breath as she inspected the dress.
“I’m s-sure of it- I mean..” He answers, scratching the back of his neck as Ishmael sighs behind them. Meanwhile, Don Quixote is at the back, waiting while kicking her feet together. Today is a big day! She’ll finally be agreed to carry the title of Lady Ryoshu’s most loyal knight- wife, actually- so how can she wait any more?
“Actually, it is the right one. Ryoshu had it tailored for Don, it’s personalized. Said that it helps her sensory issues.” Ishmael replies instead of Sinclair, who was about to open his mouth before shutting up. Rodion seems to get the hint, giggling as she looks at Quixote.
“Wow, so thoughtful of Shu,” Rodion holds the dress up, while Sinclair aids in holding the various accessories and veils. “Don! Come here, please!” The tall woman shouts, and Don Quixote eagerly walks up to the three.
“How does it look, darlin’? We don’t want you all uncomfy in your own dress, right?” Rodion shows the dress to her. It’s a normal wedding dress, for sure. It’s white, it’s quite classy and normal. The changes are that it’s not long unlike most wedding attires, it’s almost like a puffy skirt. And the fabric seems breathable too.
Quixote doesn’t find the courage to muster up the words she wants to say- ‘yes, I love it’, or a ‘it’s wonderful’. She simply cannot wait. “Oh… I think she means that she likes it, miss Rodya..” Thankfully, Sinclair notices her moment of wonder and answers for her.
“Okay! That’s good. Oh, er, you’ll want to undress to wear it. I suppose you’ll be staying with,” Ishmael speaks up, pointing at Don Quixote’s bright yellow boots whom she so adores. “Rocinante, right?” Quixote nods, and she’s already beginning to take off her jacket.
Rodion immediately covers Sinclair’s eyes, while Quixote seems indifferent to have so many people stare at her undressed. The tie goes over there, the pins here, careful with the merch. She looks at her pin of the Red Mist, and then at Ishmael.
“Prithee… Can I put this one pin anywhere in mine clothing?” She pouts and Ishmael shrugs in response. “I suppose you can.” She answers, and now that Quixote is bare (besides the underwear, and Rocinante obviously), Rodion lets go of Sinclair to help dress her in the wedding attire.
The pins go here, the veil is attached there, the dress is fixed in her back.. Zip up, zip down, repeat… But Quixote doesn’t mind, she’s too absorbed in her own thoughts to even care. Time goes by fastly, and for the last step, Ishmael puts the Red Mist merchandise pin in her right breast.
She’s never had problems with her nude form. Hell, she prefers it more than being clothed. It makes her feel human, unlike what she actually is. Clothing has always irritated her, especially long sized clothing! It’s a headache for her, and makes her itchy all over. Quixote truly is grateful that Ryoshu asked for a very comfortable dress.
“Now you’re all done! Wow, Don, you look beautiful~” Rodion clasps her hands together, proud at their work as Sinclair gives a small thumbs up.
Don Quixote feels most powerful like this. She feels like she can take over the world, she feels proud, confident and ready for anything. She is overfilled by joy and good feels, and starts to shake her hands in order to let go of these overwhelmingly good senses.
Hell, she could almost start jumping. But she thinks it’s better to leave that at the end.
Ryoshu huffs, puffing from her cigarette smoke. She’s for sure going to go insane if this doesn’t go quicker. Before she can realize it, Hong Lu flicks her cigarette and takes it from her hands.
“No smoking, ah-ah! You’re going to fill the room with a bad scent.” She says, stepping over the cigarette as Heathcliff and Faust prepare the dress. It’s almost amusing that they’re working together for something like this- Heathcliff’s rugged hands are carefully trying not to tear apart any cloth and Faust’s more soft ones are efficiently draping silk.
Hong Lu quickly walks up to the two, and Ryoshu has to stop herself from kicking her in the head for doing that. She scratches her hair, sighing. That same expression is replaced by a more giddy and unusual small smile. Oh, that’s right. Don Quixote’s wife. That’s what she will be, won’t she.
She asked for a white suit with a long skirt. The thought of marrying again terrifies her. For all she knows, she could be here curled up and crying while trying not to throw up. It’s scary. But she knows Quixote won’t subject her to abuse. Won’t make her give herself to society, expectations and to be reduced to the title of ‘wife’. To be reduced as a mother.
She soon is interrupted by the stoic voice of Faust. “The suit is ready. It is recommended you come here, Ryoshu.” The swordswoman groans, getting herself up as she dusts off her pants and walks up to the trio.
“I find out ya don’t treat Don right n’ I’ll punch yer damn head in with my bat,” Heathcliff grumbles out, crossing his arms as Ryoshu shrugs. She’s used to his threats and occasional warnings of violence. “Y’ hear me?... please, just treat her right, ay. She’s kinda like a lil’ sis to me.”
His words end in a more friendly tone, usually weird of him. She just nods. “I.K., don’t worry. I’ll treat H.W.” She replies, and she supposes that she could be a bit nicer on such a special day. After their interaction, Faust shows the suit and tilts her head. “Is it of your liking?” They ask, and Ryoshu mutters a ‘yes’.
“99% of the possibilities are that Don Quixote likes it as well. 10 out of every 11 mirror universes have you two in a happy relationship.” She pulls out the percentage card, and Hong Lu is already tugging at Ryoshu’s sleeve. “Come on, you have to take off your clothing.”
“N.S., Sherlock.” She scoffs, reluctantly taking off her attire. She doesn’t have many layers on, so it’s actually quite easy. Heathcliff immediately turns around, while Hong Lu and Faust ‘converse’- more so Hong Lu asking questions and Faust answering them with enigmatic stuff.
After undressing completely, Faust gets to work and starts giving the attire to the swordswoman. It’s not like dressing up is a difficult task, so she asks that they don’t help her (unless she needs it really badly). She figures it out rather easily. She’s glad that she has a skirt too, because she doesn’t want to be considered the ‘man’ in the relationship. It’s something that happens too frequently in same-sex marriages.
Plus, she knows that Quixote’s gender is rather complicated. Her girlf- no, her wife, has always liked putting on the show of being a man. They’ve talked it out. Has there ever been a gender related to knights? She thinks to herself, before realizing that Hong Lu and Faust are right there.
Talking about complicated gender identities, they both are up there. Ryoshu supposes it’s not too rare to encounter in the city. “All done.” She speaks up, finishing tying her tie.
“Ah!! You look wonderful! Right, Heathcliff?” Hong Lu immediately lights up, poking at Heathcliff as he turns around again and nods. “Yeah. Lookin’ good, lass.” He crosses his arms and chuckles.
Ah. It’s true. She feels so happy now.