Tris Divergent Costume 소설 & 이야기

I slowly fell asleep, Damon still on my mind. I could kill Trish right now, I thought to myself as I stared uncomfortably at the dress I was wearing for the millionth time. How could I have even trusted her in the first place? I checked myself out in the lengthy mirror in the room. The dress was a black and so long it dragged across the floor. It had two thin straps that crossed at the back. The light material that it was made up of was no where to be found at the back, leaving my back completely bare

In his hand, he held his trident, its prongs shimmering with a soft, ethereal light, reminiscent of Neptune's mighty weapon. As they stepped onto our shores, their body suits, crafted from a glorious, living material, glowed with a mesmerizing iridescence, reflecting the wearers' moods and emotions. Deep purples and turquoise hues predominated, with flashes of pink and sea green that seemed to pulse and swirl together, creating a mesmerizing effect. The colors shifted and flowed like the ocean's current, reflecting the wearers' emotions. Their long, raven-black hair cascaded down their backs in soft curls, with beautiful, shimmering aqua-blue highlights and tips, that dance in the sunlight.

There was a wide split on the side of the dress all the way up to my hip and I thought about putting diamonds on my hip. Tris opened her stall and coughed. I turned my head towards her and my mouth fell open. “Oh my God, Tris. This is perfect.” I said and I stood up, inspecting the dress. The dress itself was a beautiful dark green. The bodice was very tight and there were straps that hung low just below her shoulders. Her neck, upper chest area and her shoulders were completely bare, the skin on show. The fabric inched around her waist and flowed out around her hips, giving it an elegant finish. There were splits on both sides of the dress and when Tris took a step forward, each entire leg

As I look at the three of them, I can tell that Tristin has dressed them in pale green to match her own outfit. A glance at the green accents on Alden’s suit suggest that he’s part of their group as well. I look down at myself, dressed in sapphire blue. Perhaps she’s sending me a message about exactly who belongs in this family. “Welcome,” Tristin says, her voice cold. She looks me up and down with distaste. I sigh, seeing that this isn’t going to be an easy road.

I lifted my chin, smiled at the woman in the glass, and felt unbreakable. “Something tells me you’re ready.” Triss purred. “I am," I replied. We left the room together, self aware of the fact that we made necks turn as we walked into the hall. I glanced at her dress for the first time. Triss went simple. Nothing too loud or bold. A nude gown with a high slit and crystals that highlighted the love shaped breast structure. “I see heads dropping to get a look at those thighs of yours,” I teased her. A smile flushed her face.

The Trio left my outfit for my Grand Ceremony here. The dress is very form-fitting and shows a lot of skin. It is intricately made from the jeweled bodice down to the oceanic wave hem. Hues of blue cascade down the dress ending in a dark purple-blue. I love it but I can not imagine how much it must have cost. The Trio have done so much already to try and right the wrongs of our pasts.

The belladonna drops were already working; the edges of the dress blurred and swam in her vision. "Put it on," Tristan said from the washbasin. He was shaving, the razor scraping against his jaw with a rhythmic shuck-shuck. "It’s indecent," Saoirse whispered, clutching her rough wool tunic. "It’s a costume," Tristan corrected, wiping soap from his face. He turned to look at her. He was dressed for war disguised as a party—black breeches, high polished boots, and a coat of deep charcoal velvet with silver buttons. He looked devastatingly handsome and entirely dangerous.

he said. “You’ll be needing this,” Travis said, holding out a mesh bag. I assumed this was my costume, including Ruth’s specially designed top and avoided looking at it until I was in the ladies’ toilets. I nearly freaked when I took out the strappy harness bralette with contrast lace, featuring small O-rings, though I could hardly object to a generous amount of cleavage in this kind of environment. The wraparound mini skirt reached to mid thigh which I supposed was something. I told myself I liked purple but it hardly helped. The only other women present were likely to be the ‘exploitees’ as I had dubbed them. I really hoped I wouldn’t be joining them.

"It is an absolute tragedy to the sector that your claws are not walking the international pack catwalks every season." I offer him a small, knowing smile but keep my mouth sealed. He has zero knowledge that my masked frame once dominated the supreme global fashion arenas before my return to the pack lands. I glance at my reflection in the polished iron mirror. The production team dressed my body in Soir Coffee's elite dark blue employee tunic, topped with a structured chef's hat. On any common omega or low-tier beta, the garment would look like standard kitchen rags, but the deep fabric clings to my broad shoulders and lean waist perfectly. The look is entirely striking, like a high-born co

* No signature marked the bottom, but the emblem of a serpent entwined within a crescent moon burned into the corner told her everything she needed to know—Jaiden. --- When Tristan finally returned, the sight of him set her heart aflame; he stood shirtless, droplets of morning dew glistening on his toned skin, tension radiating from him like heat from a fire. Autumn, however, was already clad in her battle attire: form-fitting black jeans that hugged her curves, sturdy combat boots, and a loose off-shoulder top that billowed softly. Her eyes sparkled with determination, their sharpness mirroring the fierce energy that radiated from her aura.