I really enjoyed designing this flower dress. I want to practice it I until I can draw it better, but I love the design XD.
Alicia's horrible plaid dress from the chapter "Pacifier."
It takes a second for his eyes to unglue themselves from the screen, his gaze seeming to move through water as he glances up at me. Then his eyebrows knit together, his expression a canvas of mingled horror and disgust in mild shades of disbelief.
“Nu-uh…”
I can’t help but start laughing.
“Is that a plaid tee-shirt dress? Where do you even find this stuff? Why did you change out of the black dress?”
“Just wanted to,” I say teasingly, pushing my hair back. “Why? Why are you so stuck on the black one anyway?”
He manages to keep his expression impassive and disinterested, as he says flatly, “When you only have two tolerable dresses in your entire wardrobe, I think it’s only natural for me to try to mitigate the suffering you inflict on my eyes.”
Hmm.
Not even the faintest vestige of embarrassment, color, or discomfiture shows on his face, and for some strange reason that bugs me - like an insistent light drizzle drumming on my psyche at 100 bpm.
What is with you, you little creep?
Taking the scrunchie off my wrist, I pile my hair up onto the top of my head and adjust the sleeve of the dress.
“That’s better.” I smirk, “My hair got in the way of the embroidery. Check it out, there are these little flowers around the sleeves.”
His mouth opens with an expression that reminds me of a muppet, if a muppet could be gorgeous, looking up at the ceiling like he’s searching for divine intervention.
“I know you’re doing this on purpose,” he raises his eyebrows, pressing against his temples with both fingers, “I know you’re doing this just because you KNOW it’ll make me angry.”
“Why on earth would it make you angry?” I laugh, shoving his shoulder as I plop down on the couch beside him. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head simultaneously.
“Okay, the dress itself doesn’t make me angry. You IN that dress sends me into a blind rage.”
