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thout sound, pooling li

to

L - Cleansing

mber. The kind of lighting designed to flatter, not reveal. I turned on the taps, adjusting until the water was a

under it, there was

: Oral

Matte obsidian handle, silver d

some ancient forest remedy-earthy, sharp, medicinal. The kind of thing a royal physician might've brewed in a silv

d thyme, spearmint, and volcanic springwater.

mouth in the mirror. Smirked.

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vonne Noire

t smelled like crushed petals, like morning dew on a rose bush after rain. I lathered slowly. Neck,

& Grey – Coconut

cap. The scent? Dripping sweetness: warm milk, golden coconut flesh,

– Amber Cream & Burnt Ca

rious. Sugar crystals that vanished as they scrubbed. My skin flushed under

like a black cloud was apologizing for every past cruelty. I p

– Anointin

, I approached the vanity

m – Savonne Noir

ops into the palm, pressed into chest, arm

m – Vellin & Gre

oconut and vanilla. Thick, whipped. I smoothed it on in slow, circular motion

m – Forme Homme

xy. Locked in everything. Gave my

ulpting t

g. The face was the l

eraph + Slate "

ed like basil and rai

: Mirenau Hydr

d in. No scent. J

Lunair Luxe Cream

Felt like feeding

Lumière – Gold Leaf &

gently, watching the light shift across my cheekbones. T

ing Tool: Vit

cheekbones, and under-eye. Tamed puffiness. Shar

erum: Archel

abbed with ring fingers. B

Balm: Eti

n looked like something

rown of

ent. Defined curls by hand, each one set deliberately. Finished with ShimmerVeil Gold-Dus

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usk – behind ears,

logne – leather and pine

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ne "No. 7" – ton

– smoky oud and

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rings connected by bone-shaped jo

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hand, thumb band

twisted spike t

al rose in rose gold

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