#im in love w the image of vils train on his robe being swept by his feet where he's seated. anywhere. fuck.

[pomfiores]

“Senpai?”

Ducking into Vil’s room ( after a proper knock and permission granted to enter, of course ), Riddle moved to stand in front of the blond, hesitating a moment. His brows were furrowed as though he hadn’t quite convinced himself he should have come, for he had a difficult time asking for things, when they were for him and not his dorm or for the sake of a rule. He knew, logically, that Vil-senpai was the last person who would ever laugh at him - doubly so since he had come seeking sincere advice. But shaking the mentality that when your worries were about yourself only, it meant you were taking up too much space was - difficult, and it was something he was still learning. It would take a long time yet, to stick in his brain.

It was the mental reminder his conscience brought that he was wasting time just standing there that caused him to move, producing a small, thin tube as his cheeks colored. He forced himself not to stutter as he attempted to explain himself ( no easy feat ), and somehow he managed.

“It’s—liquid eyeshadow. Cater told me he got an extra in his order, and he gave it to me as a gift. I…didn’t want to say I didn’t know how to use it.”

Because that would be shameful, wouldn’t it? Riddle, who was supposed to know everything, being toppled by a container of shiny gel.

“I thought that perhaps I should ask you, though I understand such a matter might seem frivolous, and you must be rather busy here. I could figure it out, I think. Perhaps you could simply offer a…verbal explanation…?”

Vil doesn't turn around from his vanity yet, looking through the mirror to watch Riddle enter behind him and carefully shut the door. If he hadn't known any better, he'd think Riddle was afraid to speak to him. Perhaps his nerves were getting the best of him? Whatever for, Vil wasn't sure. It was apparent that something ailed him — so much so that he needed to ask Vil privately.

Dismissing his suspicions, the Queen turns as Riddle takes a few steps closer and presented the small tube in his possession. "I see... I understand. Learning how to use a new product can be intimidating — especially liquids such as these. May I?" Holding his hand out, he takes the tube and turns to take a piece of blotting paper from his vanity. Unscrewing the lid, he dabs a light swatch of product onto the paper to look at the shade.

"...It is beautiful. I didn't know Cater knew how to use liquid eyeshadow. How generous of him." Using his leg to swiftly sweep the train of his robe to the side, he stands to swap places with Riddle. "Nonsense. You're too hard on yourself, as always. Most don't know how to work with liquid cosmetics. It's nothing to be embarrassed by. Here. Have a seat."

Ushering Riddle to sit in front of his vanity, Vil pulls his lounge seat over a few inches to sit in front of him. Reaching for the blotting paper once more, he holds it up beside the Red Queen's face. "I think he knew this color would suit you best. He was right." Tinted lips curve into a faint, genuine smile as he got to work — taking a thin makeup brush and a blending brush. "Now, there's no specific way to apply liquid eyeshadow, much like most cosmetics. Some use their fingers, and others use generic applicators... It's always a good idea to prime and put a base — with clean hands or brushes, of course. If you only want this to make this color pop, I advise a white base after priming. Usually, people play with these to see what they like best. Say, for example..." Looking at his palettes, he reaches for the neutral shades and starts with the primer, "Close your eyes."

Patting on the primer, he takes a small eyeshadow brush and packs on a white base on the outer end of Riddle's eyes. Then he blends a neutral shimmer on the center and inner corner. "Perhaps with some practice, you could start using this shade instead of what you usually do. As a change of pace." With the smaller brush, he starts carving the shape for the liquid shadow — similar to how Vil wears his eyeshadow — a faded cateye. "Remember, a little bit of this product goes a long way. It blends nicely, too, thankfully. The white on the outer end is making this stand out more."

Sitting straight, Vil takes a moment to admire his work and even takes Riddle's chin to make sure he's covered everything. "Open your eyes. What do you think of this side? Perhaps a little eyeliner would pull it together nicely but you're free to do without, if that's what you choose." While Riddle looks in the vanity, Vil is already reaching for a highlighter and taking Riddle's chin again only to gesture for him to close his eyes once more to add the lightest touches of highlight on the inner corner and even the center of his eyelids.

"It should last long. Of course, you need to let it dry..." Having released Riddle once more, he's taking the tube to look at the back. "Wait about fifteen seconds to a minute to make sure. Top it with a setting spray, you should be fine."

#rosehearrt #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #im in love w the image of vils train on his robe being swept by his feet where he's seated. anywhere. fuck. #its so elegant just that TRAIN.