Glamour Lust, assorted minor fetishes, 2
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jamjarHe never wore make-up himself. It was so unnecessary, when glamour worked better anyway. No lust fae needed any artificial help to make them more attractive- if their glamour didn't work, nothing would. If his eyes needed to look brighter, he made them brighter. If his outfit demanded more intense eyes and lips, it was so much simpler to use glamour to shade his eyes, darken his mouth. Glamour didn't smudge or need repairing. He'd never bothered developing make-up as a weapon, although some of his kind did.
He appreciated the effect of make-up on others well-enough. Just as with stockings and suspenders, part of the appeal was that his partner had made the effort to look sexual. Heavy red lip stick was an attractant, as it was designed to be. A woman's intense eyes, carefully created by judicious use of eyeliner, mascara and three different types of powder, would have their desired effect. Good presentation was always appealing. It wasn't one of his major fetishes, though.
Mark brought out odd little appetites, though, and he chalked this thing with make-up up to that. He'd already built a small collection, though he hadn't had the occasion to try them out yet. Mostly lipsticks with names like bruised plum, sweet decline, sloth, blackberry wine, black diamond. Nail varnishes called decadence, fever, bizarre, comet. Trios of eyeliner, matte and metallic, in blues, greens and more shades of black than most people knew existed. And then a few things clubbier, glittery things he could have stolen from his sister.
Mark was sprawled across the bed, feet dangling over the edge, jeans still undone, hair and wings spread out. Aerael took advantage of Mark's temporary comatose state to head for the make-up bag tucked in the bathroom cabinet.
The light in the bathroom was much brighter than either of them needed or wanted most of the time, but it suited his purpose now and he pulled a liquid eye-liner out of the bag, undid the lid and tried a line of colour on the back of his hand. It was surprisingly cool, dark green and metallic and he closed his eyes and pictured it on Mark's skin. He pulled out a nail varnish in almost the same shade and zipped up the bag.
Back into the room and Mark was stirring already, looking up at Aerael, one eyebrow raised and opening his mouth to say something irritating or challenging or just plain distracting. Aerael tossed the make-up bag over and Mark caught it automatically.
Aerael held up the nail varnish and undid the lid like a sniper pulling back the trigger.
"I thought we'd start with your nails first," he said, his voice deliberately light. "Io's says this stuff takes a while to dry properly, so you won't be able to use your hands until they're finished. Don't want them to smudge while I'm doing your eyes, do we? I've already got some colours picked out."
Mark blinked, looked at the nail varnish, then at the bag in his hands then back at Aerael. His expression went from surprise, interest, distaste, interest again, before settling on a look of indifference that was completely betrayed by his aura. He settled back down on the bed, sprawling out like an indulgent monarch. "Very well. But no red, it doesn't suit me. Maybe a rich burgundy..."
He appreciated the effect of make-up on others well-enough. Just as with stockings and suspenders, part of the appeal was that his partner had made the effort to look sexual. Heavy red lip stick was an attractant, as it was designed to be. A woman's intense eyes, carefully created by judicious use of eyeliner, mascara and three different types of powder, would have their desired effect. Good presentation was always appealing. It wasn't one of his major fetishes, though.
Mark brought out odd little appetites, though, and he chalked this thing with make-up up to that. He'd already built a small collection, though he hadn't had the occasion to try them out yet. Mostly lipsticks with names like bruised plum, sweet decline, sloth, blackberry wine, black diamond. Nail varnishes called decadence, fever, bizarre, comet. Trios of eyeliner, matte and metallic, in blues, greens and more shades of black than most people knew existed. And then a few things clubbier, glittery things he could have stolen from his sister.
Mark was sprawled across the bed, feet dangling over the edge, jeans still undone, hair and wings spread out. Aerael took advantage of Mark's temporary comatose state to head for the make-up bag tucked in the bathroom cabinet.
The light in the bathroom was much brighter than either of them needed or wanted most of the time, but it suited his purpose now and he pulled a liquid eye-liner out of the bag, undid the lid and tried a line of colour on the back of his hand. It was surprisingly cool, dark green and metallic and he closed his eyes and pictured it on Mark's skin. He pulled out a nail varnish in almost the same shade and zipped up the bag.
Back into the room and Mark was stirring already, looking up at Aerael, one eyebrow raised and opening his mouth to say something irritating or challenging or just plain distracting. Aerael tossed the make-up bag over and Mark caught it automatically.
Aerael held up the nail varnish and undid the lid like a sniper pulling back the trigger.
"I thought we'd start with your nails first," he said, his voice deliberately light. "Io's says this stuff takes a while to dry properly, so you won't be able to use your hands until they're finished. Don't want them to smudge while I'm doing your eyes, do we? I've already got some colours picked out."
Mark blinked, looked at the nail varnish, then at the bag in his hands then back at Aerael. His expression went from surprise, interest, distaste, interest again, before settling on a look of indifference that was completely betrayed by his aura. He settled back down on the bed, sprawling out like an indulgent monarch. "Very well. But no red, it doesn't suit me. Maybe a rich burgundy..."
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Date: 2003-02-20 10:05 am (UTC)Aaaaaaaand knowing Aerael...probably did. ^_^
"Eh, she'll never miss this." *sneak sneak*
But really? Aerael actually does wear make-up quite often...I've just never written him so. ^___^ He's dead sexy in red and gold. ~_^
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Date: 2003-02-20 10:47 am (UTC)