🎭 + the andromeda galaxy
send me 🎭 + ____ ( animals, objects or ideas ) and i’ll personify it | @lewisre
she chokes on stardust, her eyes filled with pinpoints of blinding lights. ( or at least, that's how she sees them in dreas. in reality, her eyes are only a light shade of blue, as clear as the glow of the moon. ) andromeda is covered in tattoos, each inch of her body a piece of art. her hair itself is dyed violet, blue, pink every other week, a kaleidoscope of colors she doesn't seem to ever tie down ; her unruly mane bounces behind her with every step she takes. she's that girl who will catch your eye on the bus, headphones, humming to herself when she thinks no one is listening. oh baby, we'll be celestial. she dresses in both short dresses and ripped-up jeans, but what never changes s the number of rings on her slender fingers. they shine with moonstones, amber and copper, reflecting the light every time andromeda wiggles them — and she does it a lot, for each of her speeches is accompanied by a diverse range of hand gestures. her voice is loud ; so is her laugh. she's an aspirant artist, her works full of symbols and colors, a dizzying ectasy. she paints her lips bright blue against her dark skin and chuckles every time someone asks her if she's been named after the princess. yeah, i guess. i don't need no hero to save me from my rock, though. i believe monsters can be tamed. and you are tempted to believe her as well, for she waks like stars do, with an unique glow and her chin held high. whoever said the stars' light was cold was a fool.
