Trial Of Omega

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"I thought you said you weren't going to do it. Now look, whatever stuff you smeared on your face has made you paler than a corpse, so much so that I'd rather stare blindly into the damned sun than stare at you right now," Silvan reiterated, again coercing at her friend's incarnadined skin with a wet piece of one ply tissue so strenuously that it began to break apart in tiny rolls of paper fragments and crumpled tissue folds of tissue across her cheek. Stymied by her futile efforts, she licked her fingers and profusely began rubbing them against her friend's face, "And look, Erikah, now I can't even get it off. Dead brained donkey."

Her friend stifled a snigger, forcibly molding her features into a sedate moue to hide it as Silvan prodded at her cheek, Erikah watching the skin stretching up and down like bread dough in the school's bathroom mirror. "You were the one who dared me to do it. It's half your fault too for not following through with the plan, now look where we are. Proud of yourself? Obnoxious cow."

Silvan snorted, bemused, and swiped her fingers across her tongue again before rubbing them in harsh circles across Erikah's crimped brow, steeling her iron grasp on the jawline as she jerked her friend's head awkwardly to the side.

"Okay, easy Silvan." Erikah griped, but Silvan didn't appear to take notice of the discomfort.

That or more likely, she didn't care.

Silvan's fingers smeared oily white at the constant scouring of the left cheek where an achromatic paste was smirched from the edges of her lower lashes to the soft hollows of her cheeks — she had been practically kneading her palm against Erikah's face for the past several minutes and it was apparent that whatever cheap product she'd used had embedded itself into her veins and her bones and her friend's too undefiled skin would sadly never see the light of day again.

Of course, she'd kept trying...

"Silvan, you're too rough." Erikah groused as Silvan began trying to flake at the makeup with her nails whilst devoutly swabbing at the skin with the side of her thumb, the flesh reddening over at the bruising. Her lips were stiffly downturned in a mix of both irk and a little disgust as her knuckles bit into Erikah's mandible, her hand an indurate mold callousing against Erikah face—

"Silvan." She eventually snapped and swatted her friend's arm away, wringing out her neck painfully as she massaged her fist against it.

Silvan released an exasperated sigh and held her palms up in defeat. "Yeah?"

"Are you trying to snap my damned neck?"

Her hiccuped a snicker, placing her hand languidly above her mouth as if to hide the workings of the bemused smile. "Ha, no?"

"Yeah, then why do I feel like I'm on the brink of paralysis every time you touch me? Can you dial it down a bit, please?" 

"Can you bring makeup wipes next time, please?" Came her friend's sarcastic mock of her childlike whimper, even more exemplified since Erikah had been born with a naturally silvery voice that made her sound somewhat meek, vulnerable even.

And Silvan never escaped the moment to find the humor in it.

"I told you I left them at home, you fool." Erikah expressed lightly as she scanned herself critically in the bathroom mirror.

"Sure thing." Silvan snickered, her laugh a series of raw, unflattering snorts as she leaned against the bat thrown sink. "With the rest of your common sense."