M A D E .. f o r .. Y O U (heartshapedlocket)

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There was nothing to be done.

She was lost.

Broken, damaged, forgotten.

Álainn pulled her hood over her head, hiding the silky brown locks under the black material.

Her brown eyes - chocolate, one could say - flicked over the shops, looking for one in particular.

The painting shop.

Sure, Álainn was a Fae.
Sure, she was strange, unusual.

But she was a beautiful painter.

She opened the door and was greeted with a smile.

"Álainn! Always a pleasure."

She laughed quietly, ducking her head, hiding her face.

"Larry, you're too nice."

"Never too nice for a pretty lady like yourself."

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The Mundane world was always full of surprises, which she learned by years of blending in. Her human body wasn't too different from her real form. It was softer, with a peach hue rather than a blue one. She looked more feminine this way- it made her more approachable.

Emi Kurosawa walked with the grace of a model, long legs peeking out from beneath a silky white sundress. She pushed the door to the painting shop open, tinkling bells announcing her arrival. Emi had swept her black hair to one side. It fell down her shoulder, tickling the blare skin. As her dark brown eyes perused the store, Emi looked as sweet as a stranger could. There was nothing terrifying about her.

For now.

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Álainn glanced up, some hair falling into her face.

She sighed softly.

A stranger.

She passed by Larry with a sweet smile, touching his arm with her fingertips briefly.

She headed towards her section, shrugging out of the hoodie.

Unlike some, it zipped up - it was like a cross between a hoodie and a jacket.

She was dressed in dark jeans, dark blue Converse, and a pale blue shirt.

Her Converse had rainbow laces, but the rainbow was dimmed down a few notches, like someone had painted it over with black as well.

She hung up her jacket, beginning to reorder the paints in the correct color sets, making her hand a palette.

She did it with markers every morning before work so she could reorder the paints correctly.

Otherwise, it irked her.

The easels were next - making sure they were stacked dark to light wood.

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Short heels clicked faintly against the floor as Emi moved around the different aisles. She had noticed the other two right away, but didn't approach. There was no need right now. She didn't have anything in mind that she wanted to buy, she was just browsing.

Her slim fingers tapped against her lips as she hummed.

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Álainn glanced at her.

She was pretty.

Not gorgeous - but close.

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She saw the girl looking and smiled, "Excuse me," Emi said, sweet as sugar, "Do you work here?"

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Álainn nodded, approaching slowly in her Converse.

"Yes, ma'am, I do. What would you like?" Her accent was soft, gentle. Scottish or Irish.

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"Which paints would be good for a beginner?" Emi looked around. She had a faint Japanese accent, though it was barely recognizable, "I know nothing about painting, but I want to learn."

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Álainn gave a polite smile.

"I'm a four-year painter. It's been a while. But... I would start with these, and this easel." She picked the paints, a palette to match the easel she gestured towards.

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Emi's brown eyes watched her and she nodded, taking the supplies in her hands to examine them, "So they'll be good? I don't expect to become a professional or anything. Just a hobby."

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Álainn nodded.
"They will be good. This easel is worn down wood, polished, fine. The palette will last about ten years, the easel fifteen. The paints are going to be refreshed..." She paused. "Every two weeks? Depending on how much time you have on your hands."

She shrugged lightly.

"I get new paints every three days."

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"You said you've painted for four years?" Emi smiled, tilting her head, "What got you interested?"

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Álainn rested a hip on a nearby stack of easels. She lifted her eyebrows, crossing her arms under her breasts.
"Hm. Freedom."

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"Oh?" The answer was unusual and caught her attention, "What do you mean?"

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Álainn gave a soft, genuine smile.

"When I paint, no one can tell me what looks right or wrong. No one can tell me how to paint. There's no limits, no boundaries. I could paint landscapes or naked women and no one could tell the difference."

She shrugged.

"It's freedom."

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The demoness smiled and nodded in appreciation, "That's a beautiful explanation."

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"Many would argue that the truth is ugly."

Álainn straightened, tucking her hands in her pockets.

"I like to make the truth as beautiful as I can." She tilted her head. "Can I help you with anything else?"

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Emi chuckled softly and shook her head, "No, thank you. You were very helpful, I appreciate it."

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Álainn nodded.

"Alright. Well, Larry can ring you up." She waved as she turned, securing an apron around her neck as she began to work again.

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Emi walked to the register, though she glanced back this strange girl every so often. She was different- Emi liked that.