Theea
Yla
My small starts small, but flowers into something bright, a little stunned at how much it actually means—watching Flora tuck away the drawing like a treasure in her pocket. My hands fidget at my sides, suddenly unsure what to do with them. Hearing her say she’s keeping it, seeing it pressed to her chest like that with so much sincerity—it loosens something up in me. "I’m really glad you like it," I say, and I mean it.
And then somehow, just like that, the pressure of bare skin doesn’t weigh quite as heavily. I’m still quite aware of that breeze brushing with salt-air kisses along a toned stomach, aware of my legs and how shapely they are. And holy shit the breasts. Definitely the first time with those so well displayed. I’ve never thought of myself as homely in any way. But I’ve never really thought about how I look to anyone else either. It’s become a lot harder to ignore.
My smile stays warm, and I nod. "I still haven’t had one," I say. "Like I promised. Just don’t disappear yet?" I squeeze her arm as I start for the bar and she spins to face another of her friends.
I wave at Sohalia as she waves at me, giving her a quick, grateful smile at the recognition—knowing so few people is nerve-wracking. Of course, lucky me, there’s only one real way to fix that. I slip to toward the bar, weaving between partygoers and getting dusted with ample amounts of glitter, smeared with tanning oil and sunscreened skin alike. I finally come to a stop in front of the bar, before two strangers I’m almost sure I should know by name.
"Hi," I say, squaring my shoulders and letting the nerves slide off with a breath. "You must be ones taking over?" My bright blue eyes land on Calypso. "I’m Theea. Flora sent me. Said I needed to start with a... Torchline Float? With extra pineapple." My tone lands somewhere between confidence and sheepish humor, dry at the edges. "Figured I’d better not argue with her."
And then somehow, just like that, the pressure of bare skin doesn’t weigh quite as heavily. I’m still quite aware of that breeze brushing with salt-air kisses along a toned stomach, aware of my legs and how shapely they are. And holy shit the breasts. Definitely the first time with those so well displayed. I’ve never thought of myself as homely in any way. But I’ve never really thought about how I look to anyone else either. It’s become a lot harder to ignore.
My smile stays warm, and I nod. "I still haven’t had one," I say. "Like I promised. Just don’t disappear yet?" I squeeze her arm as I start for the bar and she spins to face another of her friends.
I wave at Sohalia as she waves at me, giving her a quick, grateful smile at the recognition—knowing so few people is nerve-wracking. Of course, lucky me, there’s only one real way to fix that. I slip to toward the bar, weaving between partygoers and getting dusted with ample amounts of glitter, smeared with tanning oil and sunscreened skin alike. I finally come to a stop in front of the bar, before two strangers I’m almost sure I should know by name.
"Hi," I say, squaring my shoulders and letting the nerves slide off with a breath. "You must be ones taking over?" My bright blue eyes land on Calypso. "I’m Theea. Flora sent me. Said I needed to start with a... Torchline Float? With extra pineapple." My tone lands somewhere between confidence and sheepish humor, dry at the edges. "Figured I’d better not argue with her."
occupation: aspiring beam of light
