// think of the sun that shaped them //
Concentration and focus blended into her brows with apt determination – her own brand of ferocity when it came to simple, mundane moments. It was nice to thread her way through the costume though – nothing hanging over them but the semblance of garments for a masquerade, rather than everything else.
Finishing the stitching on one of the pockets, she pondered over creating some more inside the robes, when he showed off his next moment of pride. “Ooh, very nice,” and she wrinkled her nose, only mild surprise widening her eyes at his suggestion, before a shake of her head, and a return to her own contemplations amidst the connotation. “Probably – though sewing isn’t so hazardous to your health,” and she winked. “Maybe start smaller?”
Finishing the stitching on one of the pockets, she pondered over creating some more inside the robes, when he showed off his next moment of pride. “Ooh, very nice,” and she wrinkled her nose, only mild surprise widening her eyes at his suggestion, before a shake of her head, and a return to her own contemplations amidst the connotation. “Probably – though sewing isn’t so hazardous to your health,” and she winked. “Maybe start smaller?”
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
