𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤 ; єяιη gιℓвєят αєѕтнєтιcѕ
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👻 . FASHION / OUTFITS: Colors that aren’t really colors; so insubstantial that you could miss her in an empty room. Fabrics you could fall asleep on. Soft shoulders, long sleeves, every crease meticulously pressed. Jeans; always old. Shoes; always new. Heels that go on and on and on. If she thinks you’re looking, she’ll put on another sweater.
👻 . BODY: Meticulously maintained and ardently disliked. Too tall, too narrow, never at rest, never the right fit. Tie her down, or she’ll float right away. She’s a leaf on the breeze, and she bends like one, too.
👻 . SCENTS / SMELLS: Ionised air: summer outdoors, just after a rainstorm. Strawberry shampoo, and clean linen fabric softener. Sheets drying on the breeze in the morning.
👻 . TASTES. Coffee that’s stronger than she could ever hope to be. Peppermint gum and breath freshener. Sometimes, late at night, the warmth of white wine and the cool smack of peppermint icecream.
👻 . TOUCH: Barely there until it’s everywhere. Never still until you catch it.
👻 . SOUNDS: The echoic clicking of fingers at work on a keyboard. Soft counting, checking, double-triple-just-making sure, because she can never know completely on first utterance. Gentle sighs and stilted breaths, otherwise she might forget them altogether.
👻 . COLORS: Blue, for the garish glow of her laptop screen at ungodly hours. Pink, for her most favorite and daring shade of lipstick. Orange, for the President -- not the cat.
👻 . METALS: Magnesium: highly reactive, and never pure. Essential for life. Platinum: corrosion-resistant, highly versatile.
👻 . ANIMALS: Birds, with their tiny hearts and tiny beaks and tiny wings, who flock together and flee together.
👻 . LOCATIONS: Expansive libraries with high ceilings and green-glass lamps, where basements go on forever and every page bleeds into another for hours upon days upon years. Musty houses with boarded up windows and ivy pulling down the roofs, where bumps and knocks and groans are heard within the walls. So-clean-it-shines subterranean chambers where the floors are littered with wires; wires all going somewhere, going everywhere, and two particles traveling within a beam are destined to converge.
👻 . PERSONA: Bold, yet uncertain. Warm, while ready to run. Poised, but protective. You call and she answers.