“i can see you moving your eyes under your lids again, yubin,” he frowns, huffing under his breath. pausing, he leans back to assess his work, seeks out any errant harsh lines or unblended corners where eyeshadow diffuses into fair skin. “your eyelids are fluttering and stuff, it’s making it hard to blend properly….” with a wry grin and a practiced hand, he adjusts the hold on his brush, nudges her chin a bit higher, and gets back to fluffing color over her lids. “you nervous or something? i promise don’t bite.” @volteic.
no one has ever done her makeup for her, and perhaps she has been smart for it. not that it mattered anymore, though——— ila seems entirely amused about it. at times, the possibility of him sabotaging her crosses yubin’s mind, and she tries to measure it against all the mischief she has done to him this week. the bristles brush across, and with every sweep, images come and go; she did put on his glasses without his permission yesterday ( they paired nicely with her outfit ), and she might have eaten a few of the snacks on his cabinets, not to mention picked his lock ( that old thing broke on her again ) . . .
if his payback is proportional to the rundown in her head, yubin supposes she was fucked.
“ it tickles, ” a huff escapes her, shifting on her seat again. her fingers are restless, so she laces her hands together. ila pauses, and she takes the opportunity to open her eyes, blinking the strain away.
yubin stares at him. she stares intently, travels all his face but always comes back to his pupils, and concludes ila is still as hard to pierce through as always——— and that she does not trust his grin. still, her chin lifts in compliance, and her eyes are back to fluttering closed, pretending she’s all but concerned about this. “ yes, i know for a fact you’re all bark. i’m just eager to see your results, that’s all. ” moments after he resumes his work, her hand reaches for his wrist with an oddly gentle grip to stop his blending for several beats, “ i hope you’re aware our friendship is hanging on the results of this. especially the eyeliner. ”
her hand drops, playful grin bearing her teeth, all while close eyed, “ no pressure, though. ”