lost and insecure, you found me

Zoya returned to the mirror, inspecting herself in it; scarred just like her lover from years of war, she ran her fingers down one arm, feeling harsh turquoise scales no one else could see rise like hairs on the back of her neck. She swallowed, dropping her hand and pressing her palms to the vanity, looking closely at herself for the first time in weeks. Nose practically pressed against the mirror, she could see the first signs of the shadows under her eyes that Genya had gotten rid of pushing to make their return. She’d have to ask her red haired friend to come early tomorrow to fix them again. She ran one pinky under her eye, tracing it, as though she had Genya’s powers and could rid herself of her flaws. Not that she had many, she was constantly reminded. or; a tired and overworked zoya needs reassurance from her husband that everything is going to be okay.