[Hypothetical? How dare he, she thinks. He has no clue how she suffered. What she looks like. If he thinks her fears are so made-up perhaps Edelgard should show him why she fears so much.
Abruptly she stands from her seat. Her hands fiddle with the buttons of her shirt, but in the end it simply frustrates her. Tearing off her top she throws it defiantly at his feet. What use is decorum if it prevents you from proving a point?
So she stands there in a white bra that has a little violet bow between the cups. A khaki pencil skirt, and ankle socks trimmed with a lace similar to the kind that lines her bra.
Though who could spend that much time looking at clothes when the odd looking scars lining her arms demand attention. Purpled or paled skin, scar tissue with clean lines noting precision and purposefulness, and the way it has stretched over time because these are wounds from her childhood. These stand out as wholly unlike the other scars that nick her flesh along her hips or trail along her legs.]
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Abruptly she stands from her seat. Her hands fiddle with the buttons of her shirt, but in the end it simply frustrates her. Tearing off her top she throws it defiantly at his feet. What use is decorum if it prevents you from proving a point?
So she stands there in a white bra that has a little violet bow between the cups. A khaki pencil skirt, and ankle socks trimmed with a lace similar to the kind that lines her bra.
Though who could spend that much time looking at clothes when the odd looking scars lining her arms demand attention. Purpled or paled skin, scar tissue with clean lines noting precision and purposefulness, and the way it has stretched over time because these are wounds from her childhood. These stand out as wholly unlike the other scars that nick her flesh along her hips or trail along her legs.]