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Ivy nods.
“That’s me. I tattoo on occasion.”
Her eyes nearly pop out of her skull. “Holy shit, Jex. You’re like, super fucking talented.”
He shrugs. “Yeah.” He doesn’t smile or say thanks. He just picks up the shit on the sink and leaves the room.
Ivy turns towards me, “We look awesome.” She smiles, the dark circles around her eyes a startling contrast from her paper white face.
“Why do you look sexy like this?”
She puckers her dark lips. “You like?”
“If we weren’t our of time, I’d show you how much. Get dressed so we can get going.” I slap her ass and she walks out to grab the outfit that was picked up for her this morning.
I look at myself in the mirror, nearly sneering at myself. I fucking hate dressing up and even more, I hate goop and random crap on my face. My face feels heavy, like a thick putty is cemented on my cheeks. It wasn’t my idea to dress up. It was West’s. But he’s smart to think like that. He also thought we needed to have either masks or makeup to cover our identity.
It was Jex’s idea to make us skeletons.
The makeup is shadowed to make my cheeks hollowed out. My nose is black, and small white teeth are painted along my black lips. I look badass, but I won’t admit it.
I wasn’t lying when I said Ivy looked sexy. Her makeup is more feminine. Softer around the edges. The teeth don’t look as brutal as mine, rather more subtle.
She said people dress up, well, she said the guests do. The slaves and workers don’t. Some of the buyers don’t, either. Others do. I asked her if our makeup was too much. She said it wasn’t. She said we looked perfect.
I’ll trust her.
“How do I look?” Ivy asks as she walks back in.
“Fuck.” I groan. “Really, Niles?” I shout. I hear a chuckle from out in the bedroom and grab onto the counter to stop myself from walking out there and punching him in the face.
I mean, fucking honestly, did he have to pick the most erotic, non-erotic outfit he can find? For something that is supposed to be a dress like Morticia from the Adams Family, he really went all out when he picked this dress out. I mean, I think Morticia and in no way do I think sexy, but as Ivy stands there in a high-necked dress that flows down past her feet, hugging her figure like it’s specifically tailored for her body, I suddenly have a new outlook on fucking Morticia.
Not only that, but we decided to do a temporary dye to Ivy’s hair, staining it an inky black tonight. The waves have been strained out and lays slicked back down the small of her back. She looks fucking breathtaking.
“Aziel? Do you like it?” She asks again.
I adjust myself in my pants like a damn child. “No. I don’t. Do you have to look like a damn siren in every outfit you wear?Jesus.” I groan.
She giggles. “You look pretty dapper yourself.” She comes and adjusts the bowtie on my shirt. I already dressed while Ivy was getting her makeup done.
Me? I don’t really know what I am. Something from the past, I guess. In a tuxedo, from the shiny leather black shoes up to the top hat. I have my hair slicked back as well, to try and be inconspicuous, but Niles apparently thought a top hat would help as well. My suit covers as many tattoos as possible. I can’t be noticed, and in this black suit with a fucking top hat, I think I’m doing a pretty good job.
“I feel like a dumbass.” I grumble.
She giggles. “You don’t look it. You’re hot as fuck.”
“Hot as fuck, eh?” I grab her by the ass and pull her towards me.
“Quit fucking around, Aziel. We’re leaving.” My dad barks from the doorway.
She turns to leave, but I grab her by the chin and pull her towards me. “You should know, Ivy…” My throat tightens around the sudden emotion clogging my throat. I don’t even know what I’m going to say, but a part of me feels like I need to get the words out before we start this tonight.
She stands on her tip toes and kisses my lips gently as to not ruin our makeup. “I know, Aziel. I feel the same.”
“No. You don’t understand. You don’t have to worry. No matter what happens, I’ll take him down tonight. You don’t deserve another night of misery. You deserve to be free, Ivy, and I’ll do everything I can to make that happen. But more than that, I’ll keep you safe.” I grip the silky material of her dress.
“I know you will, Aziel.” She clutches my tie and pulls me down to her. “I’m only free when I’m with you.” She whispers against my lips.
