(I was drenched in melancholia when I wrote this so that's why it's so random; I was writing this to ease my boredom and thirst for demise smh skrrrrrrr)

"Let me do this my style, sistar."

"Brother."

"Whatever."

You sit Maven down, laying out your boxes and shelves of makeup. He watches you, staring at your popstar body as you lay out your makeup in categories. Face, eyes, brushes, lips, brushes, sprays, creams...

"How do you afford all of that?" He asks, almost regretting not thinking of the obvious answer. You twist your torso towards him, your legs still resting on the table. He is almost taken aback by your beauty. A light silver-tone brushes over the flesh of his face.

"You've known me for years and that's what you ask me, Mavey?"

Maven thinks of your front covers and makeup lines. His mother spoke endlessly about you whenever you made headlines. Now, as a lonely king, he can't help but sense his mother's appreciation in every shade of foundation.

You grab his fingers, putting them over the shades of silver. His skin, being almost as silver as his blood, was the lightest shade that belonged to you.

"Kid, you need more sunlight." You comment while watching him smile slowly. It makes you smile, too. You take the palette of pale silver and drip it onto a bison-haired brush. "And you're lucky this is just for fun because I'd be eating your ass with my facial creams." Typical (Y/N), he thinks as you begin painting him with your Blonos fingers. He tries not to laugh at your innapriopiate comments whenever you make them. You never fail to bring light into his soul.

When you finished, you popped your tongue, loudly, in his face. He blinks and draws back. You only laugh, used to his quaking reactions to your bold personality.

You look at him, eyeing his dark lashes in contrast to his pale skin. Honey looks like a snacc skrrrrr. You roll your tongue in your head.

"If you want glam, I'll give you glam." You hype him up, calling forth a ghostly blue contour specifically for Silvers. You only appear to have thousands of products solely because of the dividing line of Silver and Red skin. From blue-black to pink, you have every existing skin tone and its shadow and highlights.

As you begin to blend the dark colors (sides of nose, under nose, cheekbones, jawline, temples) he couldn't help but grin. Your face had flushed a deep silver. 

"Your jawline is cutting me, sistar." You sigh, resisting the temptation to run your hand across his sharp jaw.

"I love you so much," you platonically add, kissing his hair. As you did that, Maven got a face filled with breasts. He blushed, not wanting to turn his face away. As you return your body to its natural position, he got a look at his face. His cheekbones, already angled and sharp, were now practically popping out of his face.

His mouth gaps in surprise. You are so talented and making him livid.

"Uha, I haven't even started highlight yet don't skrrrrr." You say, grabbing the highlight and dipping your brush into the white tone. You clank it against the lid, sending the extra pavements flying. He grins, closing his eyes as you brush his nose.

"Quaking," you whisper as you move back and forth, examining the terrarium. This sistar shines. His cheekbones pop, his jawline is sharp, his nose is living.

"Oh, fuck me up." You whisper before kissing his hair again. "I love you so much," you repeat.

He smiles, "I love you, too." His words were less platonic.

"Am I allowed to do your eyes?"

He looks at his reflection, examining the sight.

"One. And only eyeshadow."

You smile, remembering when you had him screaming years ago when you tried to put eyeliner on his bottom lid.

You grab two packs of unnatural colored eyeshadow before climbing onto his lap, craddling his thighs with your knees. A breath slowly leaves his lips as he realizes how close you are. You just huff, grabbing a brush.

"Just breathe, I'll take care of you."

By the time you were done with the eyeshadow, you were livid. As much as you desired the color of blue tones, for a Calore brother, you instead chose tones of red; yellow; orange. 

"Wig."

"What?" He tilts his head, confused by your slang. You put a lightly finger under his chin. 

"You are so adorable." You whisper before grabbing his warm hands. kissing his knuckles. Snacc.

"Kiss me."

"And ruin my masterpiece? Sis, you got me fucke--"

He grabs your face with the speed of a starving predator as he pulls you into a kiss. No shade, you think as you kiss back.

"What a shame it would be if we destroyed this makeup together." He coos sarcastically, trailing his fingers down your neck.

"Right,"  you kiss him before putting your hands on his cheeks, layers of highlight and contour already wiping off from your passionate touch.