#ki'll slurp it up

[fmdkiana]

location: seattle, washington

date: jan 8th and the week before

word count: 725

tldr; equinox had a two week vacation at the start of the quarter, and ki made the impulsive decision to fly to seattle and meet up with the boyfriend she had to leave behind when she moved a decade ago. i og planned to put all of it in one para but this started getting really long so this is only her getting ready lol

impulsivity wouldn’t be a trait kiana assigned to herself. usually, she’d get an idea, and before even thinking about making a move, she’d overthink the idea, then overthink how to get to making a move, until no move was made and the entire idea fell apart. in the same situation, many times before, ki had talked her out of making the same move.

flying across the world to see one man seemed ridiculous. but it wasn’t just any man, it was the man. at one point, he was literally everything to her, and at times, she wondered if he still was. after all, thinking of someone still, after all of a decade was untypical.

since kiana hadn’t given herself the time to overthink, that had come in the days waiting for him. typical nine to five, regular life kind of man, she had to wait for the weekend. while it did give her time to adjust to the time difference -mostly- it also wrapped her in an all too familiar loop of thinking only of him. what was he doing? who was he now? was he still friends with the same people? in dreary moments, she’d checked on him before, but often talked herself out of it quickly. now, with nothing but him on her mind, she ran wild. looking through every piece of social media, every connection to people, workplaces that she could find, only stopping when she fell asleep.

on thursday, she braved going out to the public. under the guise of finding him a present, she could ignore the panic that’d run over as she’d decided none of the clothes she’d brought would be good enough for meeting him. she’d spent near the entire day out, traipsing from store to store, clothing, shoe, gift, makeup. he’d like her natural as he put it, meaning the makeup she bought would end up being half used, if anything, but everything she tried, everything that gave even a second glance to that day was with the mindset of what he might want.

friday night, she could barely sleep. she’d managed maybe an hour or two, between the tossing and turning of both body and brain. when the clock struck seven, she gave up on trying, and faced the day.

she took her time. a thorough shower, followed by moisturizing with the lotion she’d found that smelled most like that she frequented back then, and simply hoped she wouldn’t have any allergies. she took the time to apply a heat protectant to her hair before blow drying it. the day before, she’d spent the time to fuss over what hairstyle would be most suitable, so she didn’t have the time to overthink now as she pulled parts of the top half of her hair to braid and tie together at the back. afterwards, she curled it, each strand carefully wrapped around the barrel, unfurled and brushed through even more gently. natural became the basis of her makeup, with a touch up on her brows, and a light tint that reddened her lips. she’d be thankful for her ridiculous amount of dermatologist appointments for that.

then came time to finalize. kiana had smoothed out wrinkles in her dress the night before, hung it up to dry and stay as perfect as possible until right then. light, had been mindset in picking out a new outfit. the square neck attached to chiffon, billowing arms, circling back in tight at the wrist, and flaring back out. the bodice held buttons down the middle, stopping above the waist, where it cinched in, to flair back out at the hips with chiffon layers atop. the chiffon and square neck edges held delicate designs in pink and purple stars and flowers, while the rest of the entire dress painted itself in white. she slipped into her new white heels, maneuvered around the bow to close the strap. her purse, already packed the night before, sat atop the hotel table, its own white begging to add to the collection. and as the last piece of the puzzle, kiana pulled out her crown jewel from her luggage. around her neck, she linked a locket, the one he’d given her the night they danced.

looking at herself in the mirror, in uncommon turn, she felt that she looked beautiful. he’d find her beautiful. she smiled.