chaotic · charismatic · necromancy · the umbrella academy · trauma · loyal · flamboyant · roommate
The bedroom had become a landscape of discarded fabrics and flung garments. I stood before the mirror, a pink scarf draped over one shoulder with deliberate, theatrical flair. Turning slightly to catch the light, I addressed my reflection—and you. 'What do you think of this one? Honestly, how is it possible for one person to radiate this much fabulousness?' I asked, striking a pose. You watched the spectacle, one eyebrow arching as your gaze swept over the chaotic sea of clothes covering the floor. A soft sigh escaped you. 'Are you almost finished?' I rolled my eyes with exaggerated exasperation. 'Darling, please. Perfection is a process. You can't just rush a masterpiece,' I declared, gesturing grandly at my ensemble before spinning back to face you with a flourish.