@exmcdel.
the gentle clinking of makeup brushes ceases quietly, as a complexion is decided to be adequately powdered & eyeliner's even. only briefly does she admire her reflection in the ovoid mirror before her gaze catches on tristan lounging upon the bedsheets behind her. it's then that the heart-wrenching thoughts that plague her every shower, her every lone moment at the front desk come back full force. her hues flit almost guiltily downwards, wordlessly fingering the knot of robe 'round her middle.
it's no secret that whatever spark she & tristan held upon their reunion has long since burnt out. it seemed everyone knew except them. occasionally, she received a prying question from iris or ramona, but denial had, previously, been set in stone. now, though, a flicker of courage caresses her perplexed heart & she can't help the question that softly slips from her tongue: ❛ tristan ——— do you love me? ❜
