janessa stands in front of her mirror, heart pounding like a frantic drumbeat in her core, as the glow of the afternoon sun drapes itself lazily across the room. the clothes ( some already modeled, others still waiting to be chosen, ) lay before her, like treasures unearthed from a chest in an abandoned attic. clothes that, until today, she's only ever dreamt of wearing. dresses with fabrics that whispered the secrets of places jane had never visited. materials so delicate they sighed with history, threads laced with moments of laughter, of cool nights, of promises made under stars. of course, she's letting her mind wander with such fantastical notions; in reality, she wonders if johanna even experienced any normality when donned in these outfits. perhaps jane could forge nice memories in her honour.
❛ blue is good! and pink. ❜ she calls from behind the closed door, looking at herself a little longer before emerging. the dress falls like it was created for her alone, as though jane's spirit had sewn it specifically. her reflection sparkles, and for a second, she doesn't recognise the teenager staring back at her. SHE IS A VISION! A STRANGE, UNTOUCHABLE THING. she spins slowly, letting the skirt flow out like a wave of midnight tides, catching the light in a hundred shimmering reflections. she ties a purple bandana in her short hair, and slides three bangles on her wrist. each piece needed different accessories, thank you very much!
❛ this is my abs - salute favourite. ❜ she's barely through the door when she speaks, a large grin turning cheeks bright red. now, however, with an audience -- despite the fact that it's just her neighbour -- she can't help but feel a tad embarrassed, exposed. hands toy together, feet rock on carpeted grounds, inside of the mouth is chewed at by crooked teeth. bloomed confidence turns into sheepish uncertainty. it's not easy to put yourself on display, to have eyes eating up every last inch of you, no matter who it is. ❛ you really think blue is pretty? it doesn't look... silly? bad? ❜
this dress in particular is off the shoulder, a new style for her wardrobe. it drapes with a gentle blue, finishing with white trimmings above the knee: perfect for the summer! but it's much too lovely for the likes of her; a girl with a face like johanna should wear it, someone without frostbitten fingers and funny scar-like veins dancing along the nape of their neck. and yet, she smiles, a soft touch gracing her lips in the faintest way. ❛ you are sure you won't want it after the baby is here? after your belly is small again? ❜
