see what you find there with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
No, Mateo, not the cold. Paige smudges out the eyeshadow under his lash line, gently grasping his chin as she does so, rising up onto her knees for a better angle. "Not just the cold, but all the animals dying and just the war being so close. She didn't want me travelling." Perhaps a silly excuse, but it was what her mother had told her each time she asked about leaving.
Paige rolls her eyes at his coyness, releasing his chin and drawing back slightly, head cocking to the side to examine her work. "You need a little bit of gold. That'll make your eyes pop." She says, mostly to herself as she turns to root around in her bag, producing the tiny pot of product and another even smaller brush. "The girls would love you now just like they did then." Paige pauses, a smirk curling on her lips, "The boys, too."
It was a bit of a touchy topic. Boys and girls. The feelings that they brought up and how Paige wasn't sure which she liked more. Who she wanted to kiss more. Girls with their soft lips and softer curves and melodic laughs. Then the boys who were sometimes made of harder lines, but still had features that were almost too pretty.
Taking a bit of gold onto her bush, Paige places it on his inner corner and along his waterline before finishing off with a coat of mascara on his thick lashes, envious for a moment of how long it made them. "Have you kissed anyone yet?"
Paige rolls her eyes at his coyness, releasing his chin and drawing back slightly, head cocking to the side to examine her work. "You need a little bit of gold. That'll make your eyes pop." She says, mostly to herself as she turns to root around in her bag, producing the tiny pot of product and another even smaller brush. "The girls would love you now just like they did then." Paige pauses, a smirk curling on her lips, "The boys, too."
It was a bit of a touchy topic. Boys and girls. The feelings that they brought up and how Paige wasn't sure which she liked more. Who she wanted to kiss more. Girls with their soft lips and softer curves and melodic laughs. Then the boys who were sometimes made of harder lines, but still had features that were almost too pretty.
Taking a bit of gold onto her bush, Paige places it on his inner corner and along his waterline before finishing off with a coat of mascara on his thick lashes, envious for a moment of how long it made them. "Have you kissed anyone yet?"
Paige
