patterns along it, and it's so intricately made it looks beautiful, honestly.
I hold the corset against myself, pushing it into place against my pink number seventeen shirt. It feels like it would fit, and I smile. Listen, this is the first smile I've had all day, and in a long time. I turn to the skeleton. "Can I have this?"
He slowly nods his head. I should have known.
I keep looking through the pile, finding a pair of boots, a cloak, gloves, three belts, and strappy leggings to match. Predictably, as with all female clothes created by male fantasies, there is a gold trimmed black leather pair of panties to match.
I turn to the skeleton holding up the panties. "Are you serious?"
The skeleton stands there, obviously not caring about a little bare flesh.
I look around the pile. "Is anymore to this? Is there anything else to this outfit?"
The skeleton shakes his head, no, obviously not.
Does he keep track of every little piece of junk in here? Well, I suppose he has the time. I look at him again, no movement, no threatening posture, just patience. The dead are endlessly patient.
I put everything on a scratched and ancient table. I look back at him. "Is there anything else, anything else in here for me?"
The skeleton stands there, fingers intertwined and locked together over his belt buckle as if he was still waiting for me. Obviously not, so I keep looking, walking further into the pile of junk and rummaging about.
What am I looking for? Seriously, I am stuck in a cave with a skeleton and he is dressing me up like some sort of fantasy fashion doll. I pick up an ancient battered shield and look at in the light, it's obviously seen one too many mace blows for its day. I toss it to the side, and a weapon rack filled with swords catches my eye. I walk over and start pulling them down one by one, and checking each one out.
I look back at him. "This? You want me to have a weapon? After what you tried to do to me? I would seriously reconsider that you want me to have one of these right now, even though I have no idea how to use it."
No reaction from Mr. Bones, and the next one I pick up feels incredibly light my hand. It has a black leather grip, silver trim, and it almost feels weightless. I grab the black leather scabbard and pull the weapon free. The light catches the rune-covered blade perfectly, the light shining up into my eyes. I pulled the long blade free, and give it a couple swings. It's weightless, and it feels solid and powerful.
I point the blade of the skeleton and focus my eyes upon him. "This? Is this the one?"
The skeleton unlocks his fingers, turns, and starts walking out of the cave.
"I guess so. I think we’re done here." I carefully sheath the sword, and walk back towards the table holding my new armor. I find the loop on the sword's scabbard and thread the belt through it. I watch the skeleton walk into the darkness, and begin climbing out of the cave. I give the cave full of junk one last look, and see a small black chain hanging on a broken rack. I reach over and take the chain, reach into my pocket, pull out my wedding ring, loop it through, and put it around my neck.
Some things I don't want to let go of.
I walk out of the cave a different woman, clad in black leather armor, black wings upon my back, and a sword upon my hip. I step into the light, and run my fingers through my hair. I reach down and fix the tops of my boots. I adjust my gloves, pulling them as far up as they will go. I'm still in pain, but I feel different.
I am a warrior, this is what they want me to be. I don't know why, but someone wants me dressing to be a part of something I do not know.
The skeleton is gone, he's nowhere to be seen. Why me? Why prepare me? For what? Something makes me very nervous about all of this, something is wrong when the un-living creatures of death show up and give you weapons.
What are they afraid of?
The black horse walks around the mound and whinnies. It lowers its head and
I hold the corset against myself, pushing it into place against my pink number seventeen shirt. It feels like it would fit, and I smile. Listen, this is the first smile I've had all day, and in a long time. I turn to the skeleton. "Can I have this?"
He slowly nods his head. I should have known.
I keep looking through the pile, finding a pair of boots, a cloak, gloves, three belts, and strappy leggings to match. Predictably, as with all female clothes created by male fantasies, there is a gold trimmed black leather pair of panties to match.
I turn to the skeleton holding up the panties. "Are you serious?"
The skeleton stands there, obviously not caring about a little bare flesh.
I look around the pile. "Is anymore to this? Is there anything else to this outfit?"
The skeleton shakes his head, no, obviously not.
Does he keep track of every little piece of junk in here? Well, I suppose he has the time. I look at him again, no movement, no threatening posture, just patience. The dead are endlessly patient.
I put everything on a scratched and ancient table. I look back at him. "Is there anything else, anything else in here for me?"
The skeleton stands there, fingers intertwined and locked together over his belt buckle as if he was still waiting for me. Obviously not, so I keep looking, walking further into the pile of junk and rummaging about.
What am I looking for? Seriously, I am stuck in a cave with a skeleton and he is dressing me up like some sort of fantasy fashion doll. I pick up an ancient battered shield and look at in the light, it's obviously seen one too many mace blows for its day. I toss it to the side, and a weapon rack filled with swords catches my eye. I walk over and start pulling them down one by one, and checking each one out.
I look back at him. "This? You want me to have a weapon? After what you tried to do to me? I would seriously reconsider that you want me to have one of these right now, even though I have no idea how to use it."
No reaction from Mr. Bones, and the next one I pick up feels incredibly light my hand. It has a black leather grip, silver trim, and it almost feels weightless. I grab the black leather scabbard and pull the weapon free. The light catches the rune-covered blade perfectly, the light shining up into my eyes. I pulled the long blade free, and give it a couple swings. It's weightless, and it feels solid and powerful.
I point the blade of the skeleton and focus my eyes upon him. "This? Is this the one?"
The skeleton unlocks his fingers, turns, and starts walking out of the cave.
"I guess so. I think we’re done here." I carefully sheath the sword, and walk back towards the table holding my new armor. I find the loop on the sword's scabbard and thread the belt through it. I watch the skeleton walk into the darkness, and begin climbing out of the cave. I give the cave full of junk one last look, and see a small black chain hanging on a broken rack. I reach over and take the chain, reach into my pocket, pull out my wedding ring, loop it through, and put it around my neck.
Some things I don't want to let go of.
I walk out of the cave a different woman, clad in black leather armor, black wings upon my back, and a sword upon my hip. I step into the light, and run my fingers through my hair. I reach down and fix the tops of my boots. I adjust my gloves, pulling them as far up as they will go. I'm still in pain, but I feel different.
I am a warrior, this is what they want me to be. I don't know why, but someone wants me dressing to be a part of something I do not know.
The skeleton is gone, he's nowhere to be seen. Why me? Why prepare me? For what? Something makes me very nervous about all of this, something is wrong when the un-living creatures of death show up and give you weapons.
What are they afraid of?
The black horse walks around the mound and whinnies. It lowers its head and
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