Passion Scribe Lyriic

johanna-the-caged-bird:

thebiancasolderini:

johanna-the-caged-bird:

“Bianca…?” Johanna shifted uncomfortably in the stiff and bountiful fabric of the dress. “Did you put me in something from your wardrobe while I slept?”

Bianca coughed, covering her mouth and stifling her laughter. “I ah-might’ve haha!” she snorted. “Well, you look wonderful, Johanna! You looked like a doll, I just had to dress you up!”

Her eyes narrowed at the other woman at her very poorly hidden amusement. “A doll? I am not a….” She struggled to remember the name of the popular dress-up dolls she had seen little girls in this time playing with. “I am not a Barbar doll!” She huffed before her lips quirked into a small smirk. “Still, I must admit this is quite fun. I feel like an air balloon each time I spin or flop down somewhere with all of this fabric.”

(Source: desdemonalovesmoon)