lipstick, red wine, long nights / joining / it's a lifestyle

[vellichor]

Amber eyes scanned the barren terrain and the woman let out a soft sigh. How boring. If she knew her journey would take her to such a plain place, perhaps she wouldn't have bothered to make the trip. Not that she had a choice, but still. Maybe she would've picked a different direction. Still, she could see a speck of green some ways off, not that it mattered. She could produce whatever she wanted all on her own, but she liked to be surrounded by beauty. Maybe this place was just in desperate need of a makeover. People didn't really understand beauty. That was why they feared it so much. Briar was good at displaying it, though. She knew that. She could open their eyes and make them see what was right in front of them. They often refused to acknowledge anything beautiful until it was gone, but they never realized that it being gone was the most beautiful thing of all. Maybe there were some people here who'd like to see that.

Either way, she didn't have time to think about it for very long. It was hot here and she was getting rather thirsty. Still, she didn't want to meet whoever was here looking so ragged. So, where her front left paw was, she sprouted a small patch of lobelias. The purple, tiny blooms were difficult to weave together but that was part of the fun. Part of the beauty. She plucked them all and, with deft movements, gently wove enough of them together until she was able to place it on her head, as gingerly as though she were handling a crowd of solid gold before stalking towards the forest. In her wake, flowers of varying kinds and colors sprang alive. After all, she was here to spread beauty, wasn't she? That was her entire purpose. She may as well start now.

THE SMOKE WILL SPELL MY NAME

IF WE GO DOWN IN FLAMES

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