flora
Flora hums thoughtfully, deeply considering the logistics of Niki trapped in too-tight clothing. "Well," she says breezily, "good thing I’d be around to help peel you out of whatever dire, fashion-related emergency you get yourself into. I’m very experienced at unbuttoning crises."
Winking as she settles back over her work, she plucks one of the templates with delicate precision and begins to sort through her smaller embellishments. "Agreed—always bring backups. Especially if you’re going the makeup route. Nothing worse than sweating and having half of your work drip off."
As she speaks, her hands work with ease: she adds a pair of long, dramatic lashes to the upper edge of the mask’s eyeholes, letting them curl outward in a flirtatious flare. The rest she leaves pristine, the surface smooth and white as porcelain.
Winking as she settles back over her work, she plucks one of the templates with delicate precision and begins to sort through her smaller embellishments. "Agreed—always bring backups. Especially if you’re going the makeup route. Nothing worse than sweating and having half of your work drip off."
As she speaks, her hands work with ease: she adds a pair of long, dramatic lashes to the upper edge of the mask’s eyeholes, letting them curl outward in a flirtatious flare. The rest she leaves pristine, the surface smooth and white as porcelain.
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
