#Lenore’s dress was cool but smudging it to look right was not cool

[coconut530]

❤️🥀A Strange Story of Life, Death, and Love🌹🖤

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[anoracle]

DATE & TIME: January 15TH, 8;00PM LOCATION: Bathroom in the Janus Hotel TAG: @llenore​

The bathroom counter is cool against bare legs not yet covered by skirts, Emme saving putting on the dress until she has too, leaving it draped on a hanger on a stall door. The world isn't quiet, but it can seem as such - with the muffled hum of the hotel outside the swinging door, guests already dressed and mingling between each other, members of a band tuning instruments both together and apart. Help create the world seem to be just her and Lenore under the yellow florescents and a smudged mirror, but with no other options of where to get dressed in. There's a quiet, but fond smile she gives to the other, trying to trick herself that the twist of her stomach is a good thing (she can trick herself of so many things, perhaps. To become drunk on hope). (It's the people, it's the unknown, because in some kinder story she would know how to wear dresses and heels and live Cinderella-esque nights would have the promise of something sweet at the end without her having to create softness.) 

There's warmth in the way she looks at Lenore, the kind of comfort built around the first who became a constant in her life, looking to her as she applies makeup to her cheeks. And there still is excitement, something live-wire inside of her that only brings smiles, but that doesn't mean her mind doesn't latch onto Lenore as something to focus on, like all that's worth to see in the world right now is the excitement of the other woman, all she wants to see, see something bright. Stars. (It shouldn't be so easy, for the world to be something seen and unseen, so much seen, but not like this, so what can she catch in her hands - she wants to know. She wants laughter in her chest.)

She doesn't want to break the quiet or knock Lenore off from some train of thought so when knotted hands needing still to move reach for a tube of red lipstick, twisting it in her hands to look at the color, her eyes lead the question if she could try it, but also she doesn’t want to add that she would have to figure out how.