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“Are you almost done?”
“Cynthia, we’ve just started.”
Cynthia pouted, eyes twitching underneath the brush as Diantha lightly applied a neutral shade, similar to her skin tone. “You know me, Dee. I’m usually just a black eyeliner gal.”
“And there’s nothing wrong with that, darling! I think you look beautiful with or without it.”
She felt the heat rush to her face. “Um, thanks.”
“Oh, I have a blush that I think would look stunning on you, too…”
Diantha seemed to pause for a moment, so Cynthia took the opportunity to peek up at her, grumbling when she saw that she was just dipping into a darker shade. “Is it necessary? I don’t want to feel like I can’t breathe.”
She turned to her again, flipping her brush around to tap on her nose, then set to work when she closed her eyes. “I won’t subject you to a full face today. Maybe next time we can try a bit more–a light foundation, a bit of bronzer… Oh! I can do your brows, too! You have a lovely natural shape. And your lips… There’s so much I can work with here.”
Cynthia swallowed hard. “U-uh huh.”
“You usually just go with a gloss, don’t you? But I think a darker shade would look stunning.”
She took a shaky breath, mentally cursing herself for getting nervous between Diantha talking about her lips and being so close to her.
“Hm… Okay, I’ll make it simple today. The blending is done, so let me just apply this pretty shimmer I have, and you can take a look. Don’t open yet, okay?”
Cynthia nodded and breathed through her nose. Her leg tapped and her fingers drummed together. She started to think that, maybe, makeup was really a form of torture–
“Still.”
Her chin was forced up; her eyes almost flew open, but she managed to hold it together. Again, she felt herself swallow. It felt like Diantha had taken a finger and was applying something to her eyelids, carefully, but enough for her to furrow her brows and make a small sound of protest.
“Oh, behave, you big baby,” Diantha chuckled, tapping her on the nose with what Cynthia hoped was at least a clean finger. “Almost done.”
After what felt like a millenia, Diantha instructed her to open her eyes, a handheld mirror in front of Cynthia’s face. “Keep in mind that this is without eyeliner and mascara. I won’t subject you to that today, either.”
Cynthia was too busy admiring her handiwork; she had to admit, the shimmering gold was a nice touch, especially with her gray eyes. “It’s…really pretty.”
“There’s one more thing I want to add.”
“As long as it’s quick–”
She was cut off by Diantha suddenly leaning in, moving the mirror out of her way so that she could bring their lips together. Cynthia bit back a noise of surprise, but just as quickly leaned into it, eyes closing as she reveled in her touch. When Diantha pulled back, she grabbed her waist and pulled her in again, kissing her harder.
“Diantha,” she whined when it was broken again, pouting up at her. “I think I deserve something after all that.”
“Just give me a moment,” she sighed, then grabbed the mirror again and held it close. “Look. I think this color looks really good on you.”
Cynthia blinked in surprise at her own reflection–Diantha’s own lipstick had smeared on her lips. She smirked and met her eyes.
“I bet it’ll look real pretty all over me, too.”