Musings

Fandom: Chrno Crusade

Author: Max

Rating: PG-13 for groping.

She remembers what the females of the Order used to wear in 1928. Not because she had been there, but because she’s been forced to stare at the walls of Sister Kate’s office for hours on end.

Blue dresses.

White shirts.

Gold crosses.

Habits.

Ankle boots.

Now the cloth of choice was one of the following: black leather, black cotton, or denim.

They kept the white shirts. Those were comfortable, especially since she tended to wear Chrono’s more than she wore her own.

Some of the sisters kept the gold crosses, she wasn’t one of them.

Sister Kate was the only one who wore her habit religiously.

The boots were upgraded to knee-high laced numbers in black.

God, she loved this uniform.

Rosette shook herself in pure glee, watching her reflection in the cell’s only mirror (that she begged, pleaded diligently with Chrono to sneak in one night) before gasping in surprise. Familiar arms wound around her waist as the beautiful demon pressed against her back. “Chrono! How the hell did you get in here?”

“That’s a secret,” he responded lowly, his grin showcasing an errant fang peeking over his bottom lip as he sank his chin on her shoulder. “You ready for tonight’s mission?”

“Another Satan-worshipper got his balls handed to him and now we’ve got a rampant succubus on the loose!” Making a motion to rip at her hair, Rosette stopped only because warm lips pressed against her neck.

“Dammit, Chrono! Don’t DO that!”