when you come undone, i'll cover it up --- 𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔞 + 𝔯𝔲𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔲𝔰 𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫 @flcwerblessed
it was a rare thing for dora to go get her nails professionally manicured. twice a year, maybe, if she was feeling particularly vain that season. more often than not she was a chipped black nail polish kinda gal. her cuticles hadn't seen a pusher since last winter. her nails were all different lengths; raggedy edges and half-bitten. she made an effort to grow them out but lost to her burnt-up nerves. nails didn't last very long when you played the guitar, anyway, and she'd been getting back into that.
then the invite came through to an event this weekend and she thought she'd best make the effort. manicures had the effect of making you seem together. she wasn't but the illusion was there. just as her nail tech was building the polygel on one of the forms attached to the tips of her fingers, another appointment came in to sit beside her. dora glanced over, realised it was rue and darted her face back to look at the tech quicker than you could say fuck. should she say hello? act unaware? go full possum and play dead? her mind ran with ten ideas before just be normal.
