Reaching Perfection //Kheft
Apr 7, 2012 1:01:01 GMT -5
Post by laphae8ash on Apr 7, 2012 1:01:01 GMT -5
Hair combed. Perfect style. Make-up done. Perfect shade. Clothes on. Perfect fit.
[/center]Every day before I left it was a routine. If a hair was out of place I wouldn't leave. A smudge on my shoe I'd change the whole outfit. Perfection was the only thing I had to have. There was no place for flaws in my mothers eyes, and after 17 years in her following I felt the same. We were lucky enough to have the finances to keep her and in turn myself happy. Never wanting, never going without, always top of the line. It was a life of luxery and I expected it to stay that way.[/b] Digging through the closest I found a sheer bubbly bolero made by one of the top Capitol designers, it changed the asthetic of the outfit from sophisticated to flirty. Perfect. Checking over the list again I headed down the stairs.
"Daddy I need a new dress, I'm tired of the ones I have. They don't fit me right." my lower lip pouted out in a way that tugs on the heartstrings of even grown men. Mother has taught me well. I can count on one hand the times I have heard the word no, and those time were wrote with fury. My hazel eyes batted thier false long lashes as Daddy agreed to let me go shoping, again. Smothering his face with lipstick and kisses was the best way to thank him, but it would smear my lips and I would have to start all over again. So instead of warm embraces and affection for my father it was air kisses and squeels. He quickly dialed a number and handed me a card with an address scribbled on it. A new place that he said was good enough for his little doll.
My heels made a pleasing clack clack along the marble floor as I went to the door. Grabbing a light jacket on the way out. As I put it on I realized it was the wrong shade of pale pink and refused to wear it tossing it aside and heading back up stairs. Coral dress, gold shoes, gold earrings, gold cuff, matching, matching, matching, perfect.
Leg crossing leg, hip swaying side to side, I knew how it was supposed to go. Straight lines, shoulders up, don't slouch. It was a charm school lesson inside my head. The streets were long and crowded, there was nothing better to do than shop on days like this. My eyes scan the signs, taking in their overall designs before even glancing at their clothes. I have my favorite stores of course, but its time for something new. Something unexpected. Something perfect. The ethierial design of the sign outside Oracle has me intreigued. Its as if the clouds themselves have spelled out the words in whisps of smoke or steam. The windows are decorated in hand crafted one of a kind frocks that would make anyone looked like they decended from the skies themselves. My lips pulled into their cocky smile, the dimple on my left cheek tucking in its deep crevice. I push open the door, the frangrace of fresh air hits me and I cock my head to the side. Its as if a moutain breeze was blowing through the store. A small bell rang, and even though the shop was bustling, my father said they would be expecting me.
Stepping to the side I ran my finger tips along the satin and silk of some of the designs that were set out for display. The rich fabrics felt like liquid beneath my soft skin. Daddy knew what he was doing. The store was, like me his little living doll, perfect.[/size][/blockquote]