a_death_of_sorts tender_square she sat on the sofa pulling at the hem of her floral dress to keep the slit from falling open. she wasn't aiming to look enticing on the day of her divorce. he walked into the living room and took an adjacent seat on the slipper chair. "you look dapper," she told him. he had on crisp, dark blue slacks and a pale blue dress shirt, his hair freshly barbered. "thanks," he said. "you look like you're dressed for a funeral." she looked down at the burst of red blooms across her bodice. "i do?" she was foolish for thinking he may compliment her now, before they left for their divorce hearing, when he wasn't one for issuing flattery about her looks the nine years they were together. "yeah, i think it's your makeup," he said, studying her face. "it's muted." her eyes were drawn in black kohl, her cheeks brushed bronze, and her lips a deep red the colour of rotting roses. "but i'm wearing lipstick," she protested. 230526 what's it to you? who go blather from