{ AHT }
It's tempting to go buck naked.
"Don't crinkle the tie, Aht."
Alas, humans set this atrocious rule of being publicly clothed since they won't control themselves from committing sexual acts on almost everything.
"I'm trying, Ki."
I don't mind fashion. Respect them as art even.
"Oh don't pout, my fire."
"I don't pout!"
But I have to wear this nonsense suit! For Theo's wedding. I prefer robes and jackets. A stuffy suit, however? I'll bathe in sweat because we are at the end of summer. Still, I can't complain much, I have the honour of being his best man. Things I do for that kid.
"Yes, you are, baby." She grabs my chin and smacks sweet kisses on my lips... "There! Mmh. You look good enough to eat. Like a king."
She squeezes my butt through the pants and skips over to the dressing table. Taking deep breaths and tamping down my bubbling heat, I watch her carefully. Her hairdo is tied in a neat high bun, with stray locks here and there. Her blue dress is long and simple, with fluffy short sleeves. This doesn't help with my arousal at all.
"You are just exquisite," I breathe out.
She does that same scrunchy nose with a big ol' grin I love. I don't know why she loves my praises. I only speak truths and nothing more, but damn, I don't mind singing more praises of her.
Her grin falters when her gaze drops to a mascara box on her palm. My brows furrow and I go to her. She turns around and faces the mirror, and I stand behind her.
"What's wrong, Ki?"
"I... To this day, I don't know how to do them. I can apply lipstick but not others."
I plant a kiss on her temple and kneel beside her seat. She turns to me as I search for rouge— Here it is! And here we go.
She doesn't jest about cosmetics. She would put too much rouge on her cheeks, feeling it was not enough due to her skin tone. Frustrated with the lack of variable colours, and confused about how much is too much. A perfectionist at times, she'd repeat the same thing until it was up to her standard. It can be worrying... Don't get me started on eyeliner and mascara.
"Understandable fear, sweetheart. I dabbled with eyeliner before and got my eyes poked." I pat the brush on her nose. "Twice!" She giggles and sneezes to her side. Feeling a wide grin curving my lips, I trace the brush on her cheekbones. "Natural?"
She nods. "I don't look good in thick makeup."
"I beg to differ since you look good in everything, but alright, natural it is. I assume mascara is out of the—?"
She nods quicker. I laugh and let her apply a maroon lipstick herself. I know bright red is the current trend, albeit this tone is magnificent for her, and she knows. My hands move her shoulders and we watch our reflections.
She lifts her digits, weaving them into my hair. "Fishtail braid, my dear?"
"Please."
"Hopeless."
"I like your hands on my hair."
"Excuses."
Minutes later, we are ready and head out under the late afternoon sky. The wedding venue is beautiful and simple, no unnecessary decorations were thrown on every surface except for white tulips and silks. The couple's closest friends and Theo's family are enough in their tight-knit community of guests. Everything is going great.
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Damnation Of Devotion ✔
Paranormal"I would've prayed for Them to go easy on you too." He moves and his eyes are on me, eyes where they are brimming with tears, but his soft smile confuses me. Gently caressing my temple, he gazes at me as if I'm the most delicate treasure. His lips k...
