dress up dolls ( keeya )

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this is everything i wanted tonight.

The walk from the Academy to Gwen's home was less than pleasant with pouring rain and the occasional rumbles of thunder, but at least lightning wasn't striking the floating island. Yet. Gwen's mother wasn't home, more likely than not; she was a Knight, so she was either doing paperwork or out doing rounds, making sure no one got caught or stranded in the storm. She let herself in and left the door open for Keeya to follow behind. "All my things are in my room," she said, placing her key on a side table just beyond the entry. "Follow me. Make yourself at home." Though her bedroom was small, it was neat, and it held everything she would need on a daily basis; bed, desk, tomes, staff, wooden sword, a moderate-sized armoir, and a changing partition. There was also another door aside from the one that connected to the rest of the house. Gwen pulled out the partition and ducked into her armoir, pulling out a simple black dress and plum cardigan. She poked her head out from behind the partition to smile at Keeya. "Go through that door there and pick out something to change into," she said. "Everything along the... back wall on the right should fit you relatively well, I think."

TAGGED: Keeya Satori NOTES: does she have an entire room dedicated to clothing? maybe. yes

[Keeya Satori]

Keeya felt as if she tread on holy ground. She was standing in Guinevere's bedroom, in Guinevere's home. She was dripping. Just, all over the place. Keeya tried very hard not to touch anything, moving with unconscious stiffness that broadcast her discomfort. She'd followed Guinevere like a lost remlit, and when she disappeared behind the partition, all Keeya could do was stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do with herself, until Guinevere directed her into the other room.

The room was full of clothing. It was, essentially, an enormous closet. Keeya scanned the various racks and shelves, afraid to touch anything lest she ruin it somehow, and found dresses, jackets, coats, skirts, all variously vibrant, frilly, lacy, and elegant. There were dresses that took her breath away, and skirts that made her heart stop. In the end, all Keeya could do was stand there, fidgeting, afraid to touch anything, and entirely unsure of what to do.

Tag: @gwen

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this is everything i wanted tonight.

She changed quickly, hanging her wet clothes over the partition so they could dry, and carefully keeping her hair out of the way as she donned the dress and sweater. After toweling her hair off to get rid of the excess damp, she tied it up into a simple ponytail, then went to check on Keeya. And she sighed. The girl was just standing there, and though her face was still impassive as ever, Gwen got the distinct impression that she was at an utter loss. Gwen swept past her, patting her shoulder in sympathy as she went, and quickly picked out a relatively simple pair of paints and shirt. She held them out for Keeya to take. "This should fit well. The pants may be slimmer than you are used to, but I think it will be a good look for you. Go ahead and change." She turned back to her racks of clothing, flipping over to the selection of coats. "What kind of style do you prefer, Keeya? May I call you Keeya? You can call me Gwen. I think long and elegant would you best, you have the body for it, but that is just my opinion." She was really getting into it, now. She was in her element. This was what she was born to do.

TAGGED: Keeya Satori NOTES: IS IT COMPLETELY EXCESSIVE? yes NOT AT ALL

[Keeya Satori]

Keeya automatically took the offered clothing, holding it as gingerly as possible so as not to get them wet, then looked around stupidly. Guinevere had turned back to her racks, and for a panicked moment Keeya wondered if she was expected to change right then and there. The thought made her tense, and Keeya turned on her heel and noped right the heck on out of there to the relative privacy of the partition she'd seen Guinevere use earlier. At least this way Guinevere - Gwen, now, and Keeya couldn't help but smile a little when Gwen called her by her first name - wouldn't see her dark skin growing darker as she blushed. Had Gwen just told her she had a nice body?

She decided to simply get it over with before she lost her nerve, and pulled off her wet clothes, despaired as she realized the rain had soaked through literally all of the clothes on her body, then hung them next to Gwen's. Then she toweled herself dry, had a brief staring contest with the clothes she'd been given, lost, and put them on. The shirt was just a bit tight over her broader, more muscular shoulders, and the pants clung to her legs in a way Keeya wasn't at all used to, but they were warm, and dry, and smelled like Guinevere. Once she'd made herself presentable, Keeya stepped back into view, clipping her hair back into its usual ponytail. "Don't really have a style," she managed to say. It wasn't entirely true - she did have her preferences, after all - but she suspected Gwen wouldn't appreciate the 'nothing too eye-catching' blandcore aesthetic.

Besides, Guinevere Martell was offering to dress her. She wasn't about to get in the way of that.

Tag: @gwen

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this is everything i wanted tonight.

Gwen couldn't contain a small bounce as Keeya emerged from behind the partition, clad in not-horrible and not-horribly-wet clothing. "Excellent," she breathed excitedly, flipping through the racks of clothing with renewed vigor. "Such a little thing, but so much better. Not to say that you looked bad before, because you did not, not at all, but - well, clothes that fit properly do wonders. Ah - here." Gwen withdrew three coats: one long and slim, tan, with two rows of black buttons and a belt; the second white, also with two rows of black buttons and also long but flared wide at the bottom, and more akin to a dress than a coat; and the third like the second but black, with white trimming peeking out from the bottom hem. She had a feeling she knew which Keeya would opt for, but she held out hope in her heart. She condensed the clothing to one side and hung the coats up on the other. "Try one of those. They look more style than substance, I know, but they are very warm." She considered Keeya for a moment, and slowly gravitated closer to the back wall. "I know you are here for a coat, but what are your thoughts on dresses? I have a few that I could never wear, but I think would suit you very well."

TAGGED: Keeya Satori NOTES: showers keeya in compliments from now til the end of time

[Keeya Satori]

The coats were all tempting, and Keeya gave each one a long look before settling on the tan one. As tempting as the flared cut of the other coats was, even solid white and solid black were more color than she trusted herself to wear. The tan coat fit her remarkably well, clinging to her sharply defined silhouette as if tailored for her. Even when Keeya brought her hands up and feet spread in a martial stance the coat moved freely with her. Either Gwen had a very good eye, or the coat really was tailored to fit her exactly. Considering how awkward she got around her, Keeya doubted Gwen could ever take her measurements without Keeya accidentally burning down half of Skyloft.

Suddenly, dresses. "Dunno," Keeya lied, her mouth suddenly dry. It wasn't like she'd fantasized about being the kind of girl to wear dresses, or stared wistfully as pretty girls in pretty dresses passed by, not sure if she wanted more to be them or be on them. "You're already lending me these," Keeya pointed out, trying to somehow indicate literally all of herself. The last thing she wanted was for Guinevere to see what a clumsy, ungraceful thing she really was, but she couldn't quite find the words to politely back out of the dress-up, instead trying to point out that they were, technically, finished. On the bright side, Keeya realized she'd spoken almost two whole sentences to Gwen since they'd got here.

Tag: @gwen

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this is everything i wanted tonight.

Gwen actually squealed when Keeya donned the coat, and barely stopped short of physically patting herself on the back. She did it mentally, though. "Perfect," she said with a faint note of awe, generally celebrating her own flawless instincts and how thoroughly amazing Keeya looked in the coat. "That settles it," Gwen decided, waving off Keeya's not-quite-protests with a hand. "You have to try at least this one dress. I have no use for any of these things, honestly, they just do not fit me. I am really very glad when I find someone who can wear them. So..." Gwen shuffled through her racks again, this time pulling out a sweeping black garment so long Gwen had to keep her arm fully extended and stand on her tiptoes to keep the hem from dragging on the floor. "Here! Go, go, please, try it on, I would be so happy. This is perfect and will look absolutely, positively flawless on you, I am sure of it."

TAGGED: Keeya Satori NOTES: she just handed her this do you think keeya will become physically attracted to herself

[Keeya Satori]

Gwen pulled out the dress and Keeya's breath caught in her throat. It was like she held a shadow in her hands. It flowed when she moved, and Keeya took it almost reverently, unsure of how to even touch something so beautiful. She had a much easier time holding it off the floor than Guinevere.

Keeya retreated back behind the changing partition, gently laying the dress down as far from their wet clothes as possible. It seemed a shame to slip out of her new clothes so soon. She took a moment to examine herself in the full-length mirror on the back of Gwen's door. She didn't look so different, really. Just sharper somehow. More defined. Instead of freakishly tall and gangly, she looked... good. Sleek, and strong, and powerful. The way the close-cut pants lined her legs was like magic. Keeya found herself smiling, just a little bit, and walked back to the partition with an unconscious swagger.

It wasn't until she was naked again and had folded her new clothes into a neat little pile that she realized she didn't actually know how to wear a dress, or even put one on. Shit. Shit shit shit fuck shit. She needed help. She needed-

Blushing furiously enough that it showed even on her dark complexion, Keeya just barely stuck her head back out into the room. She couldn't even look directly at Gwen. "I don't know how to put this on."

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this is everything i wanted tonight.

Gwen debated waiting in her massive closet, but she was much too impatient, and decided instead to trail behind Keeya as she went back to the partition, stopping and half-concealing herself behind the doorframe, not wanting to startle her or make her uncomfortable. She had to stifle a giggle as she watched Keeya admire herself in the mirror, and felt a (massive) faint twinge of pride when she walked back behind the partition to change with a hint of confidence she didn't have before. Gwen did good work. The squire bounced on her toes as she waited for Keeya to emerge, impatient to see the fruit of her efforts, and she got ready to squeal when she saw movement from behind the partition - but, alas, it was only Keeya's head. It was a very nice head, sure, if very flushed, but Gwen wanted to see the dress. Then, she supposed, it would be difficult to model a dress if you couldn't put it on. That would be a little embarrassing, she thought, but there were a lot of gaps in that particular dress and it could be difficult to tell which way was up. "Ah, I am sorry," she said sheepishly, emerging from behind the doorway and moving into her bedroom. "That one is a little tricky, I should have warned you. Here, I will help." Keeya hadn't asked, per se, but Gwen was sure the question was implied, so she had no issue ducking behind the partition herself to assist. Not even a touch of embarrassment tinged her cheeks; entirely innocent nudity in private settings with friends - and she did consider Keeya a friend, now - didn't phase Gwen in the slightest. She retrieved the dress, located the back, pulled the laces loose, and held it open with the back facing Keeya. "You just step into it," she said, looking Keeya directly in the eye and peripherally noting that Keeya was even more muscular than she'd suspected. Maybe Gwen would locate tighter clothing. It was a shame to conceal such a toned body under such baggy clothing. "Then I will lace it up for you, if you wish. It can be a little difficult to manage alone."

TAGGED: Keeya Satori NOTES: keeya: naked and afraid and very very gay

[Keeya Satori]

SHAKE ME TO THE CORE MAKE ME STRONGER THAN BEFORE

Keeya had expected Gwen to try and talk her through putting the dress on, or maybe take it back and point out which bits went where, or even just take it back and call the whole thing off and finally end Keeya's misery. She did not in any way, shape, or form, expect Gwen to simply come behind the screen and actually offer to dress her.

For a second, Keeya could only stand there, frozen in place. She was naked with a hot girl who was acting like it was no big deal. The sky wasn't falling. Nothing was on fire. This was an actual thing that was happening. She tried to object, but the words died on her lips. 'What are you doing?' was a stupid question. 'Is this entirely appropriate?' was almost as dumb. 'I have a better idea, why don't you get naked with me?' was entirely off the table.

Serious thought was given to simply screaming and running away. Sure, she'd be running naked into the middle of a thunderstorm, but she really couldn't decide if she'd rather stay there or be struck by lightning.

The deciding vote came from Keeya's loftwing. Just put it on, she said in Keeya's mind. You'll be less naked, and there will be a pretty girl touching you.

With an almost inaudible whine, Keeya followed Gwen's instructions and stepped into the dress. As Gwen fussed over the lacing, with deft hands brushing Keeya's skin through the silky fabric, Keeya forgot about the constant chill of Skyloft for the first time in months. She had to stop herself from following when Gwen stepped back to admire her handiwork.

I still think you should just kiss the girl.

Flushed, too hot, heart thundering, Keeya walked over to the mirror. The dress felt wonderful against her skin, and she found herself walking with the same swagger as before, but more pronounced. In two steps she was striding with the martial grace and power engraved into her muscles by a lifetime of training and blood born for battle. When she saw herself, she stopped dead. There was a girl in the mirror, and she was nothing like Keeya. This girl could snap Keeya in half and look gorgeous doing it. She was graceful, and strong, and primally attractive. She moved when Keeya did, lifting a hand up to her mouth, eyes wide with surprise.

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this is everything i wanted tonight.

It was one thing to look at Keeya Satori and think huh, wow, she's pretty muscular, and it was another thing entirely to have her hands on that incredibly ripped body. She wasn't touching Keeya so much as grazing, her thin fingers brushing against her skin every so often as she fiddle with the laces, carefully tightening from the base of the fastening up, cautiously pulling so that it was tight enough to be secure but not constricting. It was fascinating, and Gwen found herself more than a little absorbed in the task. Muscles were generally a little unsettling, in Gwen's opinion, when they were extraordinarily defined, but Keeya's seemed to be an exception. Eventually she came back to herself and stepped away, clapping her hands together to both get herself back in focus and let Keeya know she was done. She took a moment to survey her hard work, and she was pleased. Incredibly pleased. Proud, even. Keeya looked so good. Gwen had such amazing taste. She did actually physically pat herself on the back, now, and she trailed half a step behind this super-swaggering Keeya as she went to check herself out in the mirror. She giggled at Keeya's look of surprise. "You look incredible," she said. She had to fight to keep from congratulating herself further. "We should organize a formal event just so you could wear this and show yourself off. Like a dance, or something!"

TAGGED: Keeya Satori NOTES: 'ur so buff'

[Keeya Satori]

SHAKE ME TO THE CORE MAKE ME STRONGER THAN BEFORE

Once it had sunk in that, yes, that was Keeya in the mirror and not some warrior goddess, or Hylia returned, she started examining herself. Moving this way and that, looking on with amazement as a step flashed just a bit of leg, or a shift in her stance emphasized her strong arms. Very slightly, Keeya flexed. She looked amazing. Why couldn't she feel like this all the time? She felt... confident.

Gwen suggested that she show herself off, and Keeya found that she didn't object to the thought. In fact, it gave her an idea. On any other night, wearing any other clothes, Keeya would have pushed it away as wild fantasy. On this night, in this dress, Keeya was living many of her wild fantasies. For the first time that night, her face split into a wide grin. "Dance, huh?"

Keeya reached out, grabbed Gwen, and pulled her close. Pressed her body against her own with a hand on her lower back, the other taking Gwen's and holding it up. She was taller than Gwen. Tall enough that she had to lower her head to look her in the eyes so close. Too forward, part of her thought, on the verge of panic. This is a horrible mistake. She was blushing hard, acutely aware of Gwen's body against hers.

It's about damn time, her Loftwing sent approvingly.

Tag: @gwen

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this is everything i wanted tonight.

What had Gwen expected? She didn't know. Maybe teary thank yous and being told how incredible and amazing and good at things she was, and in the not-so-distant future, a dimly lit ballroom and a chorus of gasps as a spotlight shone on the confident, unstoppable goddess Gwen had had a hand in bringing to the surface. Something like that, maybe. Not this. This was unexpected. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. A heated flush rose to her cheeks as Keeya pulled her close. Automatically her free hand rose to rest on Keeya's shoulder, and though she was doing her best to maintain an outward appearance of calmness, she had the faintest feeling that her palms were sweating horrendously. The urge to rise up on her tiptoes was overwhelming. Keeya was so much taller than her. But they were already so close, and rising up would take her even closer - and Gwen's face turned another shade darker at the thought. She'd never been kissed. Truth be told, she'd never really considered romance, though she did sometimes harbor fantasies of Cassandra sweeping her off her feet and taking her to magical places unknown. But Keeya was being so unexpectedly bold, and that was making her think all kinds of things- Shaking her head a tiny bit to push such silly thoughts out of her head, she smiled bashfully up at Keeya. "This was not quite what I had in mind," she said softly, and if she was unconsciously rising on her tip toes, then it was absolutely one-hundred-percent unconscious. "I am not much of a dancer. I hope that is not a problem." No music, either, but her heart was hammering some kind of rhythm in her chest.

TAGGED: Keeya Satori NOTES: gwen makes a mental note to sneak into keeya's wardrobe and replace every article of clothing she owns with a slinky dress

[Keeya Satori]

SHAKE ME TO THE CORE MAKE ME STRONGER THAN BEFORE

Gwen didn't pull away, and it finally sunk in that Keeya was actually going to do this. She was going to dance with the girl. Her face darkened to match Guinevere's when she realized Gwen was actually stepping up to be closer to her. "Um-" She stammered a bit, then found her courage again. She couldn't talk so good, but she could dance. She was calm again, her voice low. "I'll lead. Just move with me."

There was no space between them. Keeya moved, and Gwen moved with her. Slow steps, first. Just to get the rhythm going. Back and forth, adjusting here and there while they explored how their bodies fit together. She started humming a little song, and Gwen relaxed more and more into her arms as they moved. Keeya herself moved like water. She loved to dance, but it was a private love.

When they were moving well together, Keeya stepped it up. Instead of back and forth, they danced in slow circles, both on the floor and around each other. "You know," Keeya said, quickening their pace. She pulled Gwen closer, and they twirled on the same axis. "If you keep this up, I might just start thinking you-" The twirl ended in a shallow dip. Just enough to close the last few inches between them. Gwen's face was so close she could feel her breath on her skin. "... trust me."

She kissed the girl.

Tag: @gwen

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