TW: Vague allusions to childhood trauma in the form of childhood sexual abuse; memories of the sexual grooming of a minor. Adult encountering a childhood abuser.
She's just now waking up, soft golden light pouring in through her bedroom windows. Her bedroom, her childhood bedroom. And what a bedroom it is ...
The showstopper here's indisputably her magnificent canopied bed. Mahogany with gold inlay all around and along the frame, hand carved from the trunk of a single tree. And the bed's complimented by a perfectly matching chest of drawers and set of bedside tables, as well as a vanity, one she's filled the entire surface of with luxury makeup, hair products, perfumes, lotions, and jewellery. It's a room fit for a princess because that's exactly what she is: a wizarding princess.
As far as colours go, it's light and airy. Nearly everything in her room, varying shades of beige and powder white. She likes the simplicity of those colours; the purity they inspire. They feel wholesome to her, and above all else, they feel safe. And this, in what's proven to be a dangerous, evil world, is an absolute necessity.
Don't you get it?
It's the only place I can let my guard down.
It's my place. Mine. And no one can take it, and no one can share it.
It's entirely, completely mine.
Rolling over in the bed, she now lets her eyes open slowly as one hand skims against the surface of her cool pillow. Lightly running her fingers against the side of her neck she can't help but smile at how delicious her bed feels. How wonderful it is to be fully dressed down, fully relaxed. No makeup, no frills. Just her alone in her pyjamas, dark brown skin playing beautifully against the soft white sheets as she savours her silence and privacy. Her hair, which she'd worn in long, tight braids the past few days, she unbraided last night just before bed. And now she's awoken to extra voluminous waves. She looks like a complete angel, beautiful jet black curls framing her face and fanning around her pillow like a halo.
And so she takes her time here, she awakes slowly though she's got important places to be.
I don't care;
I can afford to linger a bit longer.
The world can - and will - wait.
When she finally rises out of her bed the very first thing she does is walk over to her window and throw it wide open in order to feel the heat of the late July morning. With this knowledge, she can now dress accordingly. Usually she favours dresses, but today she opts for trousers instead. White linen trousers and a silk button down top, short sleeved, the colour of faintest blush. Minimal makeup. Normally she goes all out with her makeup. After all, she likes doing her makeup; it's fun and she loves feeling grown up and feminine. But this morning she craves simplicity and opts for just the lightest trace of makeup.
Hair ...
This she debates as she studies her gorgeous reflection.
Bit tired of the braids, though that was a nice change ...
Sort of loving this relaxed look.
And so she decides to leave her hair, to not fuss with it other than quickly finger-combing through her curls. Then, opening a drawer she runs her fingers lightly over a long row of neatly folded scarves. In the end she finds a simple white silk one, a perfect compliment to the rest of her outfit. Humming softly to herself, she fastens the scarf loosely around her head like a headband, securing it tightly at the nape of her neck.
Perfect; simple, summery.
... I look amazing.
To finish the outfit, heels of course, because she just can't resist.
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Coiled (Book 1 of 2)
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