Wade Elemental Costume の小説・ストーリー

Early the next morning, I stood before a full-length mirror, clad in a custom-tailored black gown that would not be out of place at an Italon mafia funeral. However, I loved it. Wade was in his wheelchair, his mask still in place, hiding half his face. Yet, his eyes had lost the darkness from the day before. It was replaced by a lazy amusement, as if he were an audience to a play. "Ready?" he asked. "Yes," I answered as I donned a black veil hat that hid half my face, leaving only my chin with its fiery red lips visible.

Lena cackled loudly. “Yup. I'm sure he would.” ………. Two hours later and we were strolling down the stairs. I'd cut Wade's team T-shirt to a crop top, then paired it with skin-tight jean shorts. On my waist rested a waist bead and on my feet, thigh high boots. Lena basically wore the same thing, except she wore a skirt instead of a short. And damn… I had to say we were looking fly with our hair down and make-up on point.