#saw a vaguely queer twitter banner and it led to this oops

[patroiocus]

him, nonchalant and giggly, doing their makeup, all "close your eyes," and "are you ready?" "it looks good, i promise, why dont you trust me?"

and "of course i trust you," they'll reply, "i trust you with my life! but" and its a very light, airy 'but', relaxed, "thats a very different thing to trusting you with my eyeliner" and they'll try to open their eyes again, just to peek at his face, a teasing little grin having crawled its way up their face.

he'll give them a light tap on the cheek, maybe snap in their ear until they keep their eyes closed. he'll lean in, then, and they'll feel the soft puffs of his breath on their nose, warm and familiar, followed by the wet drag of his liquid eyeliner across both lids, the movement swift and sure, drawn with a steady hand.

"okay, look at me," and when they open their eyes he is still just as close, their breaths intermingling in the slim space between their lips. he'll be so focused on the glittering clean lines on their eyelids that their grasp around his neck will shock him when they pull him down.

"keep your eyes closed," they'll whisper, and then they'll steal his lips with a kiss.