Oblivious

45 // Lost time

Frisson
(n.) a shiver of pleasure

-Elijah-

Laying on the end of my bed, head hanging of the side a little I watch as Daze puts on her mascara in front of the mirror I moved from the bathroom.

I like watching her.

Which sounds creepy as fuck. But fuck, she's mesmerising. Every time she's moves I get captivated. She's so graceful. So peaceful it'd be impossible not to watch her.

She's so entirely beautiful. Captivating. And mesmerising. And I'd watch her all the time if I could. Even when all she's doing is something as silly as putting on mascara.

"Are you going somewhere?" I ask. Voice a little rougher than I intended. I don't want her to leave. It feels as though she's only just got here.

Which isn't at all true since she's been here since last night, and I slept at hers the night before.

Since she forgave me 2 nights ago I haven't left her side. I don't think I ever will. Lost time to make up for and all that.

Elora meets my eyes in the mirror, smiles a little. "Nowhere." She picks something else up, a claw machine thing, puts it over her lashes and presses down.

I make a face at her reflection. Why's she doing that? Looks painful. Won't it pull her lashes out? "Then why you doing your makeup?"

Elora takes the thing off her right eye, shrugs, places it on her left eye. "Practise."

"Practise on me?" I offer the compromise. Missing her even though she's over there.

It's not enough. Not close enough. Not enough physical contact. She's to far away. I can't touch her over there. 

Daze drops the weird device, turns to face me. "You want me to do your makeup?"

This is probably the best time to take it back. But then she smiles at me, looks really fucking happy. Almost dances in her spot and I find my myself nodding. "Sure."

She squeals, makes grabby hands in my direction. I take the spot in front of her. Pulling her closer. Spreading my legs so she's sitting in between them. I take each of hers, placing them over mine so they wrap around my waist loosely.

Daze shuffles around in her makeup bag. Pulls out a squeeze bottle of something, puts some on her hand, begins to rub it in on my face.

"Talk me through it." I whisper. Not wanting to disturb her concentration. But also just wanting to hear her talk.

Elora smiles. My heart skips a beat. "This is primer, " I nod at her, my eyes drifting over her pretty features as she continues. "It helps the makeup settle on your face better."

She picks up something else, begins applying it. Talking me through her step process as she does so. And I want nothing more.

This is it for me. Nothing could possibly be better than this.

❤︎︎

Daze holds my face with one hand, holding the tube a bit too close for my liking. "Okay, blink."

"Don't poke me in the eyes then."

Daze rolls her eyes, begins applying my mascara. "I'm not going to poke you in the eye."