little dove

he shakes his head at her words. “i am not a narcissist,” a pause is taken, before he sighs, “okay, maybe a little.” more like a lot, but at least he somewhat admitted to his lie. he shoots her a smile, clapping his hands excitedly. “you’re amazing. has anyone ever told you that?” he liked charming people, especially if they were doing him a favor. he sits, letting out a sigh. “okay, i guess… work your magic.” he lifts up his head slightly to give her easier access to his neck.

       lydia snorted at his words opening her bottle of colour correcter and using the wand to apply it gently to his neck. “i get told i’m amazing every second of everyday actually but thanks for the reminder,” she sighed as she began bleding the makeup in with her sponge before going in with concealer.

“at least you’re welcomed with a sweet scent than a burning scent!” she squeaked. noting to the burnt batch that sadly sat on the counter. soon to be thrown away. it always had to be the first batch, but at least the ones that were just freshly made are close to perfect. watching as her roommate made her way towards the window, “want a bite? i promise it’s good!”

he rolls his eyes. “i did want you to lie to me.” he admits, because truthfully? he was well aware that it was painfully obvious. “eye fucking yourself in the mirror is healthy though? i mean, if you don’t love yourself, who will? it’s hard not to eye fuck myself when i look as good as i do.” he wasn’t even trying to sound conceited, he was just too confident for his own good  –  it was irritating. “if you do that for me, i’ll owe you one. i don’t own any concealer, powder, none of that crap. i’ll literally cry tears of happiness. help me?” he pouted the tiniest bit.

       lydia rolled her eyes lightly at his statement,” guess you should have clarified that then when asking me. and i suppose you’re not wrong although you may boarderline narcissim.” she shrugged before rumagging through her purse to find her makeup bag. “you must be the luckiest man alive today because i’m both feeling generous and coming prepared so i can fix you up right here.”

Ryliee didn’t hold back when she was impressed. And there was respect to be had for a woman who problem solved by immediately utilizing a man who wanted to get under her dress without giving him a thing in return. “That was fucking inspired,” she noted with a nod of approval. “Oh girl…that’s why I keep some of those foldable fast flats in my purse. I wait until I’m sure everyone is so fucked up they don’t even know I have feet let alone what’s on them, and then I trade the heels for something comfy. “

       lydia grinned at the womans words, “can’t get anhywhere in this world unless you take what you want babes.” she shrugged as she shimmied her heels off. “despite that being a killer idea i’m not much of a quitter. i used to wear point shoes for four or more hours everyday so i very much so emphasize the beauty is pain mindset. besides my legs look amazing in this heels and why give up the power that comes with that?” she asked rhetorically.

House parties in Dayton had a tendency to…well..spill out of the house. Into front lawns, backyards, neighbors yards, the stoop of local businesses. In specific this evening, the party guests had spilled over into the patio seating of a pizza place. “Oh shit, wait,” Ryliee called out, voice slightly slurred from the combo of beer and bud as she squinted at the figure in the darkness that had been moving to sit in the chair beside her. “Not that I’m a Karen trying to save seats or shit…but a girl got sick and threw up in that chair like 5 minutes ago. And your outfit is way too fucking fire to be ruined tonight.”

       if lydia had known they’d be walking a marathon as part of the party she wouldn’t have worn such tall heels but fuck it she looked hot. seeing a free seat outside of the pizza place she immediatley slid over to it to nab the chair. pausing at the girls words she nodded and scanned the rest of the group. tapping a tall guy nearby she put on her best act and told him she was freezing to which he gladly gave her his jacket. giving him a seductive smile she turned back around to the blonde and laid the jacket over the seat of the chair. “there. problem solved, i need a fucking break my feet are killing me,” she groaned, “ i appreciate the compliment though, you’re killing it tonight as well.” 

  Hey is that [KRISTINE FROSETH]? No, that’s just [LYDIA HEMMINGWAY]. They’re [TWENTY ONE], and have spent [SIX MONTHS] in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of [CHARISMATIC] but also can be [SELF SERVING]. [CANDY STAINED TONGUES AND CRUSHED PACKS OF MARLBOROS] remind me of [HER]. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [EM, 21, SHE/HER, EST].  

TW: mention of death