𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

I feel Horknee

My first victim was Alby. He didn't really talk through the whole thing. He just kind of had that tired grumpy look in his face. Kind of like an old dog who gave into a child's constant chasing. I told him he looked beautiful and he grunted something indiscernible.

Then there was Newt. He was firm in just wanting to get his turn over with but he didn't seem to hate his reflection when I showed him. I had dusted his cheek bones with blue glitter that matched the eyeshadow I powdered on earlier. His lashes were curled and darkened by mascara.

"Hey you kinda look like David Bowie, y'know Ziggy Stardust?" Newt tilted his head at the mirror.

"Is that a good thing?" He asked. The tension we had previously had broken. It was hard to stay mad at him. I patted his shoulder with affection.

"It's a very good thing."

Zart looked in my eyes the whole time. He didn't speak until I dusted his cheeks with blush (which he didn't need).

"I can't believe you survived." He murmured. I smiled at his gaze that seemed to fall between my eyes and lips.

"Neither can I."

"I'm glad you're here." He smiled back at me all dopey and continued. "Really glad." My hand fell on his as I leaned forward to apply a light lipstick.

"I'm really glad to be here to." I dropped my voice to a whisper, bringing my lips to his ear. "But don't tell them that." I pulled away to see his face in a daze. "Can I put some eyeliner on you?" I asked. "The only thing is that I'd have to get a little closer."

"Yes." He blurted. "Yeah, you can totally..." Zart's voice faltered as I sat myself sideways on his lap. "O-okay um you're on me now. Wow." He gulped. "This is new." I grabbed his face gingerly, holding it in place. My eyeliner was held up like a surgeons scalpel, ready for action.

"Zart if you keep talking your eye might get poked." That seemed to keep him quiet and still.

"Okay."

Gally's Point Of View:

Y/n dipped her head over to Zart's ear. Whispering something. My chest tightened uncomfortably. I shrugged the feeling off. I should be glad that y/n was alive. Breathing. But I couldn't stop thinking of how much I wanted to rip them apart when. She. Sat. On. His. Lap.

My fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly. Does she do this on purpose? Their back was to me which was lucky because the looks I was giving them weren't pretty. God I just don't get them at all. Why do they do this? What's so special about Zart? Then his hands rested on their shoulders and I was done. Done.

I uncrossed my arms and slammed the homestead's door on my way out, not caring if anyone heard.

Y/n's Point Of View:

"Hey did Gally just leave?" Frypan's had an undertone of worry buried in it. I kept my eyes on Zart while I answered him.

"Who cares. He'll be back soon. He's just in one of his moods. Probably on his period with his mangina." I laughed out the last part, trying desperately not to shake Zart's head while the eyeliner coated itself around the rim of his eyes. "There, all done. That'll be ten bucks." I held out my hand. Zart stared at me blankly.

"Uh y/n we don't have-"

"You didn't think this was free did you?" His eyes went wide. "Ah I guess you'll just have to make it up to me in some other way." I shoved his arm playfully and got off of him. "Who's next?"

Winston was probably the fussiest.

"C'mon y/n eye shadow? Eye shadow? This is chick stuff." He moved his face around until I finally held it in place.