#fayghost

a caithe for momo!! i hope this is good enough friend ive gotten to the point where im not sure if it looks ok or not haha. but it feels finished? i think? so. :')

RAH RAH LIKE A DUNGEON DRAGON!

(Roman’s Revenge by Nicki Minaj feat. Eminem)

He watched her in the mirror as she moved about the room. He could do it now. She was distracted. He wouldn’t need a weapon; he still had hands and teeth, after all, and just because he’d never killed someone unarmed didn’t mean he couldn’t. He imagined, briefly, sliding out of his chair and kicking her against the dresser. He could snap her neck, or throttle her, or smash her face in against her own stupid mirror. She turned back to face him and his fantasy ended abruptly; no, he couldn’t kill her, she was much stronger than her willowy frame implied, maybe even stronger than he was, and she had good reflexes, and she, at least, had a weapon. Maybe dozens of weapons. As far as he knew it was only her lipstick that could transform, but he could easily be sitting inside a veritable armory.

And, even if it weren’t for all that, he couldn’t kill her. He had made a promise, and though Karkat was (despite his claims) one of the more forgiving trolls Gamzee knew, he was certain that Karkat would never forgive him if he hurt Kanaya. He sank deeper into his chair and exhaled slowly.

“Sit up straight,” Kanaya commanded. “I need to be able to see your face in the light.” When he did not move, she took hold of his shoulders and pulled him up, then tilted his face back to get a better look at him. His hands clenched, but he did not speak. “Yes,” she murmured, more to herself than to him, “I think I have your shade. Hold still.” She began dabbing concealer onto his face, working over his scars. He fidgeted slightly, and she gripped his shoulder again to steady him. “I don’t think I can make them disappear completely without making your face look too cakey, but this should diminish them somewhat,” she said as she started to blend the makeup out. “There, that looks acceptable. I have your foundation here; if you’ll just allow me-“

He snapped, “I can do it for myself, you know,” and shrank away from her hands.

“Really?” Her eyebrows arched. “Then go ahead. It’s nice to see you taking some initiative; I was beginning to worry that you had gone dumb.” He snatched the container and brush from her hand while muttering “Nobody fuckin’ talks like that anymore,” and loaded the brush with foundation before beginning to coat his face with it.