#pluto (oc)

“Stop squirming!” Her friend demanded, her laugh sharp enough to shatter glass but just as beautiful. Before Pluto could listen, eyeliner had smeared down the side of her face. A gasp escaped the two of them immediately but the shock of the mess erupted into drunken giggles. 

“I told you to hold still-” The sass rang through Mars’s voice and she shook her head in faux-dismay. “Hold on a second.” 

Pluto used the opportunity to take another sip of her wine as Mars reached for the makeup wipes. Quality time between the two of them was something she never took for granted. It wasn’t rare, per se, that they got time alone; however it was the parts of her week that she cherished the most. 

As she set her glass down, her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Mars taking a firm hold of her jaw- forcing her to meet her gaze. Not even at her most stoic, let alone drunk, could Pluto keep her face from flushing. 

“What are you-” She didn’t have time to finish her question before the cold, harsh sting of the makeup remover brazed her cheek. Pluto winced and tried to pull from her friend’s grasp, but her grasp held strong. 

“Hold. Still.” Mars’s nagging was insistent as she pulled her in closer. “You’re going to make me ruin it.”

There, of course, wasn’t much to ruin; the application was sloppy at best. While she forced Pluto’s hair from her face with her palm, Pluto did her best to avoid her gaze. That was too intimate, especially for her. For a moment it seemed like the harsh wiping was only making the smearing worse but eventually the smudge disappeared. The same radiant smile returned to Mars’s face in satisfaction. 

“There!” She announced with pride, releasing her friend’s face. “Crisis averted.” 

With a fumbling flick of her wrist, the eyeliner took a semi-adequate wing shape and they both settled on calling it good enough. Mars sat back and looked over her work in admiration. 

“Beautiful-” she sighed. “Let’s take a picture!” 

“B-Beautif-” Pluto faltered as Mars wrapped her arm around her shoulder and pulled her in once more. The fog in her brain returned to what Mars was asking of her. “Mars, you know I don’t do pictures.” 

Despite Pluto’s protests, the girl hushed her and withdrew her cell phone from her pocket with her opposite hand. Mars planted a kiss fresh on Pluto’s cheek, taking the photo just as her gap-toothed grin spread from ear to ear. 

She began to draw back from her friend but Pluto took the initiative to lean in further, gently pressing her lips against hers. Mars disentangled from her grasp as her eyes widened in disbelief. 

“Pluto..” she murmured, averting her eyes to the bedroom surrounding them. 

“I love you,” The words escaped Pluto’s mouth frantically. She hadn’t even realized she said them until it was too late. 

“I’m so sorry. That wasn’t my intention..” Mars frowned. “You’re my best friend, but..” 

All of a sudden, the room began to spin around the poor girl as her closest acquaintance dismissed her love for her. Pluto retracted into herself, knocking over the glass haphazardly. 

“No, no, you’re fine,” she tried to assure both Mars and herself while she got to her feet. “It’s fine.” 

“Wait! You don’t have to go,” Mars reached for her hand but Pluto was already reaching for her bag, halfway out of the door. 

“I really do.” When she took this tone, this.. attitude, Mars knew it was best to leave her alone. “Thanks for the wine.”