#schoenheiit

at one point malleus decides to be bold, reaching forward to brush some of vil’s long bangs out of her eyes before she can have the chance to do it herself. his smile remains constant though it steadily grows more fond as he gently tucks vil’s blond hair over her ear. ❛    i’ve never seen someone look so concentrated applying makeup.    ❜  a pause & malleus conjures up an assortment of hair clips. ❛    would you allow me to pin your hair back?  i’d prefer to be able to see your eyes. your focused gaze is captivating.    ❜

Vil is complicated for Yuu, because she constantly has them torn between the desire to throw a punch and run and hide.  Thus far, the discomfort that inspires the latter instinct has had them being startlingly clement, but as they watch the dorm head gaze critically at their outfit, Yuu feels the pendulum swinging.  “Is there a problem, Vil - senpai?”

“ none whatsoever. you could say we’re closer than we were before now that we’ve mended our relationship. ” every word is all idle pleasantry with no depth, just like the smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “ i appreciate you checking up on me. ”

“Vil...?”  For a long moment, it’s all they can say, the emotion flooding them more akin to grief than anger.  They hadn’t expected to wander downstairs this morning, still in their pajamas — a short - sleeved shirt and soft pants — and find her in their dorm.  Panic strikes a beat later.  SHE’S SEEN YOUR ARMS SHE’S SEEN THE SCARS SHE’S SEEN THE SCARS SHE’S SEEN THE SCARS.  Vil who values beauty over everything / Vil who hates flaws / YUU WHO IS COVERED WITH THEM.  “I — what are you...?”

it’s not their place to pry & jack knows for a fact vil wouldn’t want them to be in her business. because it’s what he would want in a situation like this ( not that he’s stupid or prideful enough to even come close to something like this ). they’re strangely similar like that, even if it doesn’t look like it to an outsider. so jack will keep his thoughts & opinions to himself. because even if he doesn’t approve of whatever it is that’s going on he still trusts & respects vil enough to let her have her privacy. so that’s what he’ll do as he strides away from her, hand in hand with epel. 

it’s not as if he has anything else to do. being the only member of his club means he can be fairly flexible when it comes to meetings. not that he wouldn’t mind vil’s company either. he extends an arm for her to take, his royal upbringing becoming more prominent as he politely begins to lead her across the hall. after another moment malleus speaks again, his smile appearing more warm now as he looks over at the other dorm head.  ❛    might i ask what the occasion is? it is unusual for you to single me out amongst the dorm leaders.    ❜ 

They allow themself to be examined, chuckling softly.  “Yeah, I didn’t figure you could give me a full face.  That’s fine.  I don’t think makeup’ll ever be a...usual thing for me.  But I’d like to learn the basics, at least.”  After all, the boys here look good in makeup.  Yuu doesn’t think they’re ugly, but it would be nice to be a little less plain sometimes.  As they move to follow her, they can’t fight the instinctive itch of discomfort, but they ignore.  At the very least, this is a chance to see if if they dislike it as much as they fear.  “Thanks, Vil.”

“Vil, I’m fine —” Yuu’s as deadpan as they ever are, even as the other examines the bruises and scrapes along their face with worried eyes.  If anything, the prefect seems amused.  “It’s just a few bruises!  It’s seriously not a big deal.”