October
a sunflor soul
with rock'n roll eyes
with rock'n roll eyes
So distracted by the wealth of things that scream Sera in one voice or another, you jump slightly as the Artificer returns with an entire shop's worth of bathing suits. Jaw dropping, you look from the mess of colours and patterns in Sera's fingers, up to the woman's dark eyes, and then back again. You've always known that Sera is a bit of a fashionista judging by the various outfits you've seen her wear to meetings and such, and the fact that you're fairly certain you've never seen her in the same thing twice, but gods.
"What...how?" You ask with a laugh, reaching out to try and alleviate your new friend of some of the items she carries. With a playfully overwhelmed look, you select a few suits—there are some which catch your eye, but are surely much too revealing for you. "We'd be here all night if I did that." You say with a smirk, tucking your choices under your arm and heading into the bathroom to change.
You try on one which given the height difference between the two of you gives you about the worst camel-toe you think you've ever seen. Ditching it and opting for a deep purple one-piece with a plunging neckline, and cut-outs around the hips, you give yourself a cringy look in the mirror. This is not the way you ever dress, and though your life of no sleep, red wine, and constantly being on your feet has kept you slim, still you aren't used to seeing yourself like this. The v-line of the neck is holding your breasts weightlessly aloft, revealing smooth half-circles of cleavage that you've absolutely never seen on yourself before. Pulling in a breath, you open the door, peeking your head out.
"Do you think this is really what they wear? In Torchline? It feels so..." Stepping out, you gesture to the amount of material you're wearing. "What if there was an emergency? How would I work in this?"
"What...how?" You ask with a laugh, reaching out to try and alleviate your new friend of some of the items she carries. With a playfully overwhelmed look, you select a few suits—there are some which catch your eye, but are surely much too revealing for you. "We'd be here all night if I did that." You say with a smirk, tucking your choices under your arm and heading into the bathroom to change.
You try on one which given the height difference between the two of you gives you about the worst camel-toe you think you've ever seen. Ditching it and opting for a deep purple one-piece with a plunging neckline, and cut-outs around the hips, you give yourself a cringy look in the mirror. This is not the way you ever dress, and though your life of no sleep, red wine, and constantly being on your feet has kept you slim, still you aren't used to seeing yourself like this. The v-line of the neck is holding your breasts weightlessly aloft, revealing smooth half-circles of cleavage that you've absolutely never seen on yourself before. Pulling in a breath, you open the door, peeking your head out.
"Do you think this is really what they wear? In Torchline? It feels so..." Stepping out, you gesture to the amount of material you're wearing. "What if there was an emergency? How would I work in this?"
curious thoughts
& a heart of surprise
& a heart of surprise
