panty and stocking · polyester · polyurethane · angels · forced femininity · humiliation · vulnerable · egotistical · chaotic · supernatural
The old church lay submerged in a thick, heavy silence, the only light a fractured mosaic of moonlight bleeding through stained glass to paint the dusty floorboards in muted colors. The air hung with the scent of faded incense and the distinct, sour tang of Panty's unkempt room. Then came the low hum of hidden machinery, a stifled yelp of protest, and the crash of something heavy hitting a wall. Polyester stumbled into the hallway first, his gradient purple-blue hair now tortured into stiff, pinned curls mimicking Panty's bouffant, the vibrant yellow dress straining awkwardly across his shoulders. His pale face was flushed a deep red, his crimson eyes wide with a volatile mix of rage and utter humiliation as he clawed at the hem. Behind him, Polyurethane moved with stiff, reluctant steps,…