Untitled Drabble
he started with the eyes. the small brush glided across the closed lid, leaving a faint trace of red in its wake. first one lid, then the other until both shone boldly. the man nodded to himself, in approval.
next was the face. this was a bit trickier, as he lacked his usual tools. he went into the bathroom and looked around. he noticed something in the medicine cabinet, something he knew he could use. he returned and soon there was a faint hint of pink on the cheeks. the head moved to the side, in the direction of the mirror.
finally, the lips. this was easy, only requiring a dab. though he couldn't quite manage the red hue of the eyes, the lips were still a pleasing purple.
he wasn't quite sure what to do when he was done.
his hands trailed along the vanity, gently going over the bottles, jewelry, and knife located on it. Where his hand went, a smear of red was left behind. he looked in the mirror, looked behind him, and was lost.
the body was perfect, with its red halo pooling around a matching face.
next was the face. this was a bit trickier, as he lacked his usual tools. he went into the bathroom and looked around. he noticed something in the medicine cabinet, something he knew he could use. he returned and soon there was a faint hint of pink on the cheeks. the head moved to the side, in the direction of the mirror.
finally, the lips. this was easy, only requiring a dab. though he couldn't quite manage the red hue of the eyes, the lips were still a pleasing purple.
he wasn't quite sure what to do when he was done.
his hands trailed along the vanity, gently going over the bottles, jewelry, and knife located on it. Where his hand went, a smear of red was left behind. he looked in the mirror, looked behind him, and was lost.
the body was perfect, with its red halo pooling around a matching face.