Trinity Bloods (FanFic)

44† Delicate Lace

Arriving back at the Vatican, Eden took her time looking at herself in the tall body length mirror. She removed the outer clothing, stripping from anything that resembled the Holy See's garbs. Part of her wondered what Mary would have thought to see Eden in part of any habit. To see the look on that child's face in any type of shock that wasn't faked made her smile. It was only for a moment, but she smiled.

Eden looked at the two bags sitting on Abel's dresser. Her waltzing over to them was not unusual, but stripping herself free from the upper garment, Eden's hair would've blocked any view of her bare body. This time, her hair was still up, and she stood at such a point she saw her reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but stare. She turned just a bit to see herself better.

It was not better, but worse. In her eyes, she saw herself as ugly. This was why she kept to herself if she had to be bare, or wore anything that covered her back for sure. Even sleeves had to be long enough to cover her wrists and pants past her ankles. She would use the biblical excuse of how it was proper for a lady in order to avoid the other questions. Every Sunday in her small town, she would wear her best. A flowy dress that made her look more feminine than ever before. If anyone from the Vatican now were to see her like that, they would be tongue tied. The dress she stole would never be worn in church, but to Eden, today was more of a funeral.

Pulled out from the first bag, Eden eyed the long black dress. It would be more beautiful on her than the brat of a woman at the store. Her eyes danced along the seams and even the stitching was done with a shiny thread. Now closely inspecting the dress, Eden could admire the darkness of the black, but feel flowy at the same time. It was something she would never have been able to wear before unless her father bought it and demanded her to wear it. The fabric's texture was soft like velvet that her eyes closed for a moment and she thought back to one of the gowns her father had made special for Eden. The red was unmistakably made to rival any cardinal in the area. Gold trim embellished the neckline, swooping down past her collar bones and up over her shoulders. The sleeves were tight on the inside layer, long enough to cover her middle finger in a bright golden color. But the outside fell down and opened up after her elbow where the same gold trim separated the tight and flow sections. The bottom had enough space that when Eden twirled to the music in her head, it took some time to double around her body and settle back to where gravity held it in place.

Eden's mind wandered to how her mother would do her hair in order to keep it up and hidden, she despised the women chastising Eden for her long hair. Following the Bible, Maria decided against cutting her own daughter's hair as she had done for herself. Eden reached up to her hair slightly and stopped in order to look at herself in the mirror. Even if nuns had done such a thing in the past, she grew up knowing it was a sin and has never cut her hair by her own choice. As a punishment she's had length taken by her captors, but it always grew back. The way she was meant to have her hair at last.

With her staring contest finished, and she was over dissecting her flaws, Eden slipped into the black gown and sat on the bed in order to put on the shoes. The slit in the leg allowed her to see her long legs, something she never took time to notice. Seeing only a few fading scars, Eden fastened the heel around her ankle. She stopped only to stare at the hole imprint along her ankle. Once after putting the whole strap on and around, it hid the evidence of such a thing.

The small pause caused her to grow a bit more angry the next time she saw herself in the mirror. At least the dress covered every bit of skin she hated most. With another look in the mirror, Eden saw the 'v' neckline accentuate her breasts perfectly, not as the small framed Isobella who purchased such an item for herself. A small snicker came from the woman and she looked at her curves in the mirror only to be startled when the door opened.