9 Apr 2022, 02:12
When all else fails...
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| ─── | Mascara fixes everything. Archer lived by that, and he wasn't about to give up the idea now. So there he was, propped up on one of the bathroom sinks with his makeup bag unzipped, contents arranged all around the mirror. Not that there was much in there. A half empty tube of henna, a year old tube of mascara with dry bits sticking to the brush, that he absolutely refused to throw out, an eyeliner pencil which had been sharpened to a stub, and an old muggle lipstick with the golden 'mac' sticker peeling off the lid.
Yes, the makeup was sub par. Yes, he was wearing a chopped up uniform he'd made into a hasty croptop. Yes, his hair was a mess. But he could at least TRY to look good for the ball. Party. Thing. Whatever it was. Archer grumbled, leaning closer to the surface of the mirror as he drew his eyeliner, the blade of a lockpicking knife pressed against his skin, guiding his hand into a straight line. The eyeliner was coming out a lot smokier than he wanted it... But with water and time, anything was possible. Every time he erased a line, the next one came out a little better. A little more even. And that was all that mattered. |
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@Everly Charlton
@Everly Charlton
ITS STILL RAINING. WHY IS IT STILL RAINING? sta • 13 | eva • 8 | str • 1 | wis • 15 |arc • 7 | acc • 9 |