je t'aime. // hamilton. {on hold}

Montencillo, Virginia, USA

"Hey guys!" James said, raising a hand for no longer than two seconds as if to wave, but never moving it (aside from moving it up and down again). "If you've read the title of the video, you'll know that this is a challenge video with-"

Thomas dived into the camera's view and shouted, "Thomas Jefferson! James's boyfriend!" He then squished into the space of the seat next to James.

"And today we're doing a-"

"Boyfriend does my makeup challenge!" Thomas grinned stupidly.

"Okay, so Thomas, here, has brung sixty two million bags of makeup for us to use," — "Only five!" — "so, let's get started shall we?"

"We shall."

Thomas then looked to the left on a diagonal angle and opened the zipper of one of them. He pulled out two bottles of something James couldn't remember the name of: when Thomas was shopping for them and asking, James was too busy focusing on his boyfriend's hair. It was glamorous after all. James widened his eyes jokingly and laughed a little at his false reaction, "uhm, Thomas-"

"Shut up, James," Thomas laughed as he began interfering with the bottles. "C'mere."

He applied the contents of the bottle with a beauty blender as James winced at every beat. Thomas couldn't tell if he was purposefully doing it to make people laugh or if it was genuine; whatever it was, it made Thomas laugh a little. James yelled a soft 'stop laughing', but he couldn't help it. 

After beating his face with the blender, Thomas rooted throughout another bag. Meanwhile, James was looking into the camera's view finder, purposefully wide-eyed and holding back laughter. Thomas pulled out an assortment of brushes, a palette that James wouldn't have known was eye shadow if it wasn't written in a large, golden font, a tube of something with what looked like eyelashes decorating the bottle and a small, two-inch container of a black liquid of sorts with a black cap containing the contents. "Well, shi..." James trailed off and, as he did so, he looked back at the camera and not at whatever Thomas as holding.

Thomas grabbed James's face, the bottom of his palm almost touching his chin and the tips of his index and middle finger and his thumb in the same place but on the opposite side. He moved his hand that was holding the palette like an artist would with a paint palette and his hand that was holding a small-ish makeup brush. He selected a royal blue colour to coat the majority of the eyelid apart from a quarter, a smoky grey to go where the wing would go and in the shape of a wing itself and a gold to cover the quarter he had left before and at the tear duct.

(reference picture above)

He then did the eyeliner and did the mascara, which James was against at the time. Thomas then applied a nice, royal blue to the lips. At first, James thought it was sticky and wet, but then it "mattified" as Thomas said. Thomas decided against eyebrows as you could hardly even see them on James's face, so what was the point?

He then got a contouring palette out of one of his five bags and contoured James's face. And alas, highlighter. Cheekbones and nose. Only.

And that was the final product.