derelictae:
   How on earth that he’d managed to find work in this industry was beyond him, but he had a knack for art and a steady hand when it came to creativity and he’d pursued that. Derek had become one of the most well known up and coming young make-up artists, managed to get his way through pretty steep competition and get the win for a television show that awarded him with a slew of rewards for his make-up techniques and ability. That win was what got him here in the first place, hopefully head special effects artist on the show but that wasn’t going to happen when the actors didn’t decide to show up on time. But Mathis wasn’t too terribly tardy, not that Derek entirely minded getting a little extra time at the end to ensure that his work was complete.
   “Hmmm, five minutes isn’t too bad,” Derek shrugged and chewed idly at the end of one of his brushes before moving in front of the other to start his work. It was the hands on part that made this so enjoyable, especially when he was working with someone like Mathis. “Pretty alright, was up at four to get all the extras done up for your big reveal scene today.”
     "Well, I'm sorry all the same." Mathis looked up at Derek while he leaned back and softly closed his eyes. He felt the drag of the brush against his skin while Derek prepped him for his applications. There had only been one thing that Mathis could never stand about being an actor, and that had been the uncertainty of where to put his hands while he waited in the chair. Mathis took a deep breath, and lifted his head up more for Derek. "Christ, man, four in the morning?" Mathis pretended to act surprised, given that he hardly needed sleep unless he had ran low on blood. His eyes opened to peer at Derek's face with a twist of a smile on his lips. "You got to give me your secret on how you still look this good having been up that early, Derek."
