𝖓ew beginnings stir at the roots of oblivion. a butterfly wing beats, spins new stars from supernovae. death cancels itself out. this is the catastrophe at the heart of life's equation.
this is 𝗰͟𝗵͟𝗮͟𝗼͟𝘀͟ ͟𝘁͟𝗵͟𝗲͟𝗼͟𝗿͟𝘆͟ ͟𝘃͟.͟ ͟𝐞͟𝐱͟𝐩͟𝐢͟𝐫͟𝐚͟𝐭͟𝐢͟𝐨͟𝐧͟.
good choice, her judgement can be trusted. amelie was just starting to lean the same way, thinks she has a pair of crimson heels laying around somewhere to compliment it. with some gold jewelry and deep makeup, that should do the trick.
index finger taps at her chin in thought, visage tilting to the side while tawny hues flicker between both dresses. while they were both such pretty fabric, vermillion has a 𝒔ure way of catching her eye.
hm ... you think so ﹖ placating the gold trimmed fabric before her physique once again, turned around to get a good look at herself in the mirror. side-eye, scanning sage from head -> toe.