wherein you decide to buy a red lipstick solely to mark your kisses on sunday's face. wc 610
another day of looking at paperwork, another day of meetings. it was a repeated cycle gnawing at sunday’s head more and more — a being said to be so utterly perfect at the brink of collapsing. it was am ugly sight he didn’t want anyone to see, couldn’t afford to, if the halovian truly craved to be a symbol.
though you managed to break in just the way you always did, so sweet with that persistence of yours. the angel he had always craved yet didn’t deserve, not a single bit. even if you saw the ugliness within him, all you returned was a love he had never found, perhaps never had tried to.
resting his head on your chest while you both held each other amidst the plush pillows, he memorised the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each breath you took, your heartbeat nothing short of a euphonious prayer by a divine being itself. oh how divine were you. his fingers lazily trailed up on your arm before stopping once he felt your stirring, half lidded eyes staring at you curiously.
“i bought somethin’ that might look cute on you.”
your words made him rise up so he could give you some space to fetch the little shopping bag placed on the bedside table, a little bit displeased that he had to separate himself from your warmth, even for a few seconds. he never dared to admit just how clingy he could be, the heat from your body just the solace his soul craved.
to his surprise, you took out a red lipstick, opening the lid up excitedly. it was always adorable in his eyes how your face would light up whenever you would open something new. he watched you apply the lipstick on your lips, the red tint soon adorning your lips in just the right way.
“it looks lovely on you, my dear.” his voice softly rang, though it grew quieter once he felt you crawl up towards him, this time positioning yourself to plop down on his lap, facing him.
“i wanted to see how it’d look on you.” leaning forward, you carefully pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, a wide smile soon etched upon your visage at the sight of your victory, the red lipstick mark on his skin a result of your little mischief — one he truly adored. unable to handle yourself, you pressed another, another, another, until your lips soon reached the end where his fluffy white wings were relaxed, fluttering with undying affection.
you reapplied some lipstick on your lips once your kiss marks were less visible, cheekily pressing a new kiss on his wings, causing them to stiffen in delight, his eyes widening.
“y-you know i am sensitive there.” it was strange to see him pout as he grumbled that out, a visible flush bloomed on his cheeks. there were rare moments where he would get shy like this, all relaxed in your arms. the weight of you on his lap distracted him from the inconveniences of the week, his brain naught but a little puddle by now.
“you’re enjoying this too much, aren’t you?” he couldn’t help but giggle breathlessly, flustered by the bombardment of little kisses you blessed him with. the wings on each side of his face twitched, dressed in red lipstick marks that matched the ones on his cheeks and face.
“yes, i am.” you joined him in his laughter, pressing one more on his lips. it was messy yet so sweet, both of you gently kissing one another through the shaky words and muffled giggles.
this really was the heaven sunday sought to achieve.
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Outfit for Rocky Horror tonight.
Dress from @nerdykeppie.
Earrings from womenhelpingwomenbeadwork on instagram.
Shoes thrifted. Top is ripped up tights.
Edit: I also finally got myself a petticoat for some volume. Highly recommend. :)
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idc about having haters online anymore because none of them will ever be able to produce as scathingly mean an assessment of me as this guy my dad was drinking with who told me after one day of knowing me that i was a sad ugly little freak who was a disappointment to my family and would never be loved by another human person being the way i was and that i should join the army to straighten me out. like if you're not gonna treat me like the king's eldest son who has won no battles and produced no heir and is rumored to consort with those beneath his station and engage in sodomy you might as well give up because you'll never top that guy's 2 hour drunk monologue about what a piece of shit loser i was based entirely on the fact that i wore black lipstick once.
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dating rin and he barges in through the bathroom door while you’re filming your vogue beauty secrets night skincare routine video because he completely forgot about you mentioning it and thought you were getting ready for bed without him which upset him because it's something he looks forward to at the end of the day - gets home really late everyday and it's a ritual he gets to share with you, a moment to be intimate with you. so when he notices you're recording he just goes "oh." with the most deadpan look on his face, standing by the door apologizing and you very sweetly chuckle and tell him it's okay, with a kiss to his cheek, that you'll help him when you're done. you eventually decide to keep his cameo in the final cut, with his consent, even though you're usually very private dating each other because you thought that it couldn’t hurt to shine a light on your relationship. after all you were proud of him and it feels good to show him off every once in a while. (plus the public is used to his aggression on the field, to star athlete rin itoshi, his cold demeanour and foul mouth and this showed a different side to him, that he could be tame, too. docile.) gets a little embarassed when the video is posted and as soon as he leaves the frame you're telling the camera about how he likes it when you do your nightly routine together. and that his favourite part are the face masks.
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