Peggy
The god merely stared, watched and took in the sight before him. A beauty that admittedly rivalled even his own creations.. Which was an annoyance if anything. It meant that his art was not at the pinnacle of its design, especially if he found a mere dress more beautiful than them.. He definitely needed to study this, he could learn more that might add to what was missing with his works, his craft, his reason for birth. Sure, he was no god of perfection or beauty, but he certainly rivalled them with his tenacity when forming either new life, statues, outfits and the like.

Even his current outfit was interesting, shoulders exposed, mismatched colours splitting the overall outfit into four segments, his hair was tied back - and.. If anything, he almost looked like some kind of jester. But this was on purpose, the weirder he looked, the less people were bound to interact with him. A simple yet surprisingly effective strategy that works with most logical ways of thought, but not all. Plus, it wasn't just what people could physically see on his person that would've weirded them out, it would've also been what they could feel. An unreasonable amount of pressure was being exerted onto a teeeeeeny bit of the area surrounding him, only really being felt if you were to close in on him to the point your noses were touching!

"Sister.. You wouldn't mind if I have a closer look at your dress? I'm curious as to why I find it as.. Hm.. Pretty..? Maybe.. I want to see if I can figure out why I'm so allured by it."

The god could hardly hold himself back, it was almost something he just HAD to do. He had to look closer, he had to give it a touch, he had to analyse every last detail of the outfit.. Hell, given who he was dealing with, it might not have been the dress that piqued his interest but the wearer itself. And then that begs the question.. Why? Whether it was her physical appearance, or perhaps some form of magic weighing down upon his thoughts, he knew not. And if it was a genuine physical trait that did it, finding out how it captured even his attention would be the first on the agenda. By whatever means necessary.

Despite his gloomy appearance, despite how truly despairing he looked, regardless as to all the melancholy swelling up behind the eyes, there was something about him now.. He was almost more lively with his thoughts, his hands were fidgety, his eyes continued to scan her up and down even faster than before, taking in every single detail. Could it be the colouring? Could it be the texturing? How about the overall design? All things that could be the cause of such beauty to be created.. Hopefully he'd be able to figure it out at a closer glance, or maybe his sister would be inclined to teach him exactly how she made it.. Maybe he could learn to refine his art to an even better state, something all gods, and not just himself, could admire!

"Yes.. Mother is truly brilliant.. I'm sure she can hear all of us, our thoughts.. Our- words.. Everything. Although, it's saddening she has yet to speak herself.. Maybe one day."
David
Women have this sort of... Magic. She had this gaze that screamed that she was in charge. Her four eyes observed his, which were red like her moon cycle. 

"What do you need?" The goddess of love thought, for some reason, her voice sounded a little bit softer... Submissive? It truly wasn't, she was watching him carefully. She gives tenfold, and she could grow a family from the womb, a family. She provided him with love, but she was overlooked and unappreciated. Men could reciprocate, Xantara had a delicious taste. Nox needed a woman's touch... Didn't he? As she allowed him to get closer to her. Many worship her hips and waist, she was so feminine and had so much grace.

His outfit was... Interesting. Yet, Xantara just analyzed him with that aspect of hers. She smiled at him, showing just a singular dimple. Imperfection, an imperfection that she felt... She hid her face with her hair, lowering her smile. She quickly fixed herself.

She wasn't weirded out by him in the slightest, after all, she loved everyone and she was on everyone's team... When he asked if he could get closer to her dress, Xantara smiled.

He was falling. She wanted to try and experiment, but suddenly the air turned lighter. He was nothing but... Another one. Why was he so allured? Of course, she was the goddess of love. Everything about her was alluring, from her aroma to the soft touch of her plump skin,

"I understand." She looked at Nox and allowed him to get closer. Nox was so cute to her, she got it, he wanted it, and he needed someone who could prove him wrong. She still had empathy... Or even let her demons off their leashes. As he scanned her up and down, she got closer to him, and walked in circles around him. He was nothing... But a hound dog... 

She loved how he was losing himself when she was corsetted. So, she decided to do something. Take off the dress. Don't worry, Xantara already has something else under her. Another dress!

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She lowered the white dress, revealing her shoulders, and some of her abdomen, as another dress flourished from her chest, covering her the instance she lowered one of the shoulders. She was so beautiful, even that glimpse of that shoulder would leave a mortal blind. Her body was so slender, and some might argue that she was unfit for bearing children.

But who cares about that?

Then she handed it to him. The dress was completely normal and simple. It was a white dress with some flowers and moss. It was a very beautiful dress, yet it looked nothing like before when it was on her body. She laughed, and carefully fixed her new dress.

"Do it... Take it." She was a queen, she looked up and down at his outfit with a smile. Her wings opened, establishing some air, of superiority. She had the spotlight for a moment, and then, with her hand, she touched his shoulder. "I can teach you how to make one. But, you have to... Do me a favor."

She was the devil, she was a rebel, and they just wanted her love and her energy.

If he gave her the chance, she would a hundred percent go there.
Peggy
Whilst glaring, Nox began to stretch a tad. Clicks and cracks were seen as his arms slowly resisted and then gave in to the stretching, yet none were ever heard. You could see when his bones were snapped during this, but his authority over sound seemed to completely negate its effect, no noise dared disturb the god's stretching. He took note of her sudden change of voice, it was easier on his head at the least - he didn't necessarily like people yelling away through telepathy as even that disrupted the god's pleasure. Silence was preferred, whispering through thoughts was regarded as kindness and speaking was at least bearable.. But raise your voice, and Nox would shut you out of his head instantly. 

Anyways, whilst he awaited a response, he took note of the subtlest of changes in this woman's stare onto himself. He felt nothing from it but curiosity, whatever was she glaring at? There really wasn't much to be impressed by here. And this was him talking himself down again. Nox was brilliant, a perfect example of a god in fact, bound to his domain, watched mortal life from afar and rarely ever tampered with its fragility. But of course, he didn't see himself as much - someone not even worth looking at. Yet he wanted to be known. A contradiction, and a large one at that. 

He heard a voice again, their eyes meeting again - his blood-red eyes to her own. Of course, it didn't last long before she circled the lad like some kind of shark, clearly trying to get a better look at him? He merely stood there and waited, letting her look at whatever it was she wanted, not much care. Again, there wasn't much to be impressed by, not the outfit, and most certainly not him.. Unless that's a reason to be impressed? His sheer simplicity.

His head perked up, by only the slightest tad when she began removing her dress. It was so slight that most people wouldn't have even noticed such a jolt, but to him, it was shocking. Instead of keeping such a work of art on her person, she'd willingly give it to him? He was almost honoured. He wasn't hypnotised by the thought of an undressed woman, no, but by the idea of being able to get a closer look at such art! But now that he had it in his hands.. He tilted his head.

It was the same dress, and yet- where did that feeling he had regarding it go? It was basically the same fabrics he used with his own outfit. There was nothing interesting about this! He was almost disappointed, the stitching was similar, almost identical to his own, the quality was indifferent to his own attire, and even the weight of it was comparable to his own.. So why? Why did he like the look of such.. Simplicity? There was nothing intricate about this! 

He glared up after a tad, and when he looked at her new outfit, that same feeling from earlier returned. It had to be her, something magic about it. Could it be he was really complimenting the wearer as opposed to the outfit? Someone like him? Surely not.. But that's the only explanation he had regarding such oddity. His confusion was disrupted with the touching of his shoulder. Normally, she'd have lost her entire arm doing that, but not this time.. He was still processing everything.

"Hm.. So long as it provides me with the same feeling I have regarding your current attire as opposed to this.. Then.. I'll at least hear your terms. What favour do you require, depending on what it is I'll make my judgement.."
David
Her baby. For a moment, Nox reminded her of her baby. She looked at him with those brilliant eyes, and she smiled. She was betting on losing dogs, she knew she was losing, but she had paid for her place. Xantara was losing by their side as well. Her hand finally lets go of Nox. She wanted... Something. Something special to her, she wanted him.

Everything was coming back, and for her, it was the end of the world. She was starting over, and she loved him. He was inside the hall, and for some reason, Xantara felt so distant. She needed a quiet place, where she could scream how much she loved him. Her hands were shaky. She knew everyone was tired of her. 

She watched him observe the dress she had given him. Xantara loved everyone so hard, and she still couldn't sleep. Everyone was tired of her, and all the things she doesn't talk about. When he was so curious about the fabric, she just smiled. Her motherly instincts seemingly wanted to kick in. So as she backed up, she showed him the dress and proceeded to tell him her terms.

"I want you to come take lessons from me once a week. If you can, of course, I will teach you the trick." There was a hole in her heart that helping others filled. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat. She knew he wouldn't accept. 

"For now, I will just say, the trick is knowing how to pull it off. I can do it to you as well." She thought as she got closer. She had to face, that in this place she shouldn't show a trace of doubt. But poured against the grain, she felt a little pain, that she would rather do without. Xantara wanted to be free...

She would always think of the others, she saw their face, as the days passed. The days passed so fast, but memories last. Summer, winter, and year by year. She heard the same words inside her ear, trying to restart and be smart, but the thoughts of being loved haunted her heart. She didn't want to be alone, just binding her time, she needed somebody dearly, and Nox would be sublime as a friend.

Spring and autumn, up and down, she kept trying to escape this feeling. Her wings opened as if she were to take flight, but, she backed up. Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight. Why did she feel abandoned? Wasn't she supposed to be perfection?

She wondered if that... Dress actually got his attention, rather than hers. Xantara the goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood, a goddess which belonged to everyone, yet, she didn't belong to no one. Xantara got closer and touched the dress, it once again shining as if it were on her. The trick was the one who was wearing it. Just as his clothes, she could fix them a little.

"I wonder... What do you want to know about my attires? How to make them? How to... Fix them...?" Xantara looked him up and down, trying not to be disrespectful, yet, she was sure he knew that his attire was... Interesting. Please... Xantara's eyes were now filled with stars, waiting for him to accept her offer.

She was really hopeful. After all, it was not always that the goddess of love actually gave fashion advice.