Thank goodness for women and their infinite supply of makeup in their purses.
Luciano sat hunched over the small piece of paper, a bottle of mascara held in his teeth and an eyeliner pencil in his fingers, carefully sketching out an eye in M.A.C. grey waterproof eyeliner. Drawing an eye wasn’t a problem. Making it realistic enough to pass at first glance was. Luckily, the woman had been kind enough to leave a comb in the purse that he snagged. If worst came to worst, he could just come Feliciano’s bangs over his eyes.
‘That’s such a kid thing to say!’
The tip of the pencil snapped, leaving a jagged mark on the paper that Luciano rubbed away with his finger. Such a kid thing to say huh? He sighed as the scrapped the piece of paper and began again. The key to making it realistic was making it seem less than striking-- if it was too beautiful, gaze would linger. As his often did when he looked at Feliciano. As painful as it was to think about the man, it was helpful in it’s way, coaxing his memory to remember his face. Those eyes especially. The dark brown of short but full eyelashes. Hazel irises of green, gold and brown, with the shine of mischief in them. Whites of his eyes that were never fully white, tinged with the blues and yellows of fluorescent light and pink, from the lines of blood that got thicker as his sleep decreased. Pink muscles around the edges and black to make it pop, and white to make it shine, the surface wet as if tears were set to come forth at any moment. Thank you Drawing III, Luciano thought as he smiled at his masterpiece, carefully going back over the white paper to fill it with skin tones. And he was officially done. Now all he had to was take everything to Feliciano.
Which he was none too happy to do. Tired but bold laughter still rang in the recesses of his mind. Was his declaration, his promise, really so hilariously unbelievable? Or more...just ridiculous? Maybe he was the only one so worried about this? After all...even though Feliciano laughed, did it really matter? It wouldn’t change a thing. He would still protect him. He would still fight to show he wasn’t a burden. Even if Feliciano never noticed or never cared. It wasn’t just his duty to the man, it was his vow. And Luciano would fulfill it.
“Feliciano? Hey, open the door, I can’t stay standing for long.” Luciano whispered harshly as he stood outside the door, palm pressed to the wall to keep himself steady, a purse in his other hand. The longer he stood around the more suspicious it was. “Come on Feli open up!”
