The Adobe Welcomes

A small sigh escaped from the bluenette’s mouth as she tapped her mechanical pencil against her notebook. The professor had been droning on about this one project they had to get done, and the directions were quite simple, as simple as the minds of her classmates it seemed. They were behind on their actual lessons that would help the project but seemed not to be able to process manageable directions.

Camille looked back down at the several doodles on her paper, she had stopped taking notes hours ago; she could attempt to read the textbook later in her dorm. 

It was a question she had heard many times before, but for whatever reason she felt compelled to answer the blonde. Sitting back up, she laid her hands flat on the desk in front of her, impossibly blue eyes staring blankly at the leftover notes on the chalkboard at the head of the class. 

"Have you ever felt your world stop? You sit there frozen in time and notice all the active people around you, taking in their liveliness when you feel the exact opposite? Almost as if you're a dead spectator to an alien world." 

It’s less that we may be living within a computer simulation, but more like the foundations of our universe ( the laws of physics) are written on a lower dimensional plane, and the observable universe that we see is a projection (simulation) up onto a higher dimension.

Before school

Before work

Before relationships

Before friendships

"I may or may not. Mika, the tiny one who threw me out of my bed, has someone to spend her holidays with. Cairo and I... Well, I guess you could say we don't exactly have a family to return to? Our father is dead, for health reasons, and our mother wants nothing to do with us, and the feeling is mutual. Though my brother may go hang visit his girlfriend and his college buddies. So, for all I know, it's a close chance I'll be alone." Camille smiled a bit, the tiniest hint of sadness in her voice, but not shown in her face. 

The bluenette decided she would tease the earl if he hadn’t already recognised her. Her hair was longer and thicker now with the wig, her eyelashes longer and darker, and her bosom pushed up due to her suffocating corset. She would be mildly surprised if the earl knew it was her.

Tossing a look over to the purple haired triplets - who were also wearing masks and elegant clothing - she heard the instruments start playing and turned her head back to the earl, giving him a small, polite smile in response.

“Yes, you may”, she replied in a German accent. Camille had lived in London for so long she was good at mimicking their accent, allowing her to fit right in. It spared her funny looks if she spoke in her real dialect.

Tossing a look over to the purple haired triplets - who were also wearing masks and elegant clothing - she heard the instruments start playing and turned her head back to the earl, giving him a small, polite smile in response.

“Yes, you may”, she replied in a German accent. Camille had lived in London for so long she was good at mimicking their accent, allowing her to fit right in. It spared her funny looks if she spoke in her real dialect.

Camille glanced over to where her brother Cairo was. The tall male was eyeing the earl, sending off waves filled with murderous daggers. He was slowly dancing his way closer to the two, not sparing any glances towards the woman he was dancing with.

Would you like to learn how I turn from this

Into this? Well, here’s a step by step tutorial on how I was taught to do my makeup for drag!

Disclaimer: I’m really sorry if you are a person of color and want to follow my steps. The basics will probably be the same, but the colors will most likely be different. I can’t say for sure, since I’ve only performed a few times and was taught only to do my own makeup, I haven’t gotten to see the process black or Hispanic (or any other ethnicity) kings go through, so I can’t be sure it’s all the same.

Also, any more experienced Kings are free to correct me if I get anything wrong. I’m still new and certainly still learning, plus all this is just from memory, so if I’m wrong, PLEASE let me know and I’ll fix this! This tutorial is also for me to look back at when the process isn’t fresh in my mind and I need it to be correct.

A small sigh came from Camille as she gazed at Aloi- er, Jim. It would be odd for her to suddenly switch up how she addressed the man. She had been calling him Alois since they had met, nearly seven years she had been using that name. In those years, Alois had told her about his past, each and every grimacing detail, which she kindly won’t repeat and doesn’t ever plan on repeating, yet he still requested she call him by that. Now she had to completely change her approach towards him, for he wasn’t Alois anymore, no, he was Jim. And Jim was a soft and kind man who had yet to experience, or re-experience, the hurt the world had given to him over his lifetime. And because he was this way, she would have to watch her snarkiness she would usually return to Alois’s cockiness, this new version was more delicate. He even looked more delicate, his platinum hair paler than usual and his skin one shade darker than albino.

For some reason, Camille looked up to the pale sky with a thoughtful look at the woman’s question. Of course she wasn’t looking to get sick, who would? 

Looking back down, she stared at the snow piling around her one foot. Removing the foot she was sitting on, she started lightly playing with the snow with the tips of her boots. “No, I actually don’t care for getting sick. I’d rather not spend my Christmas huddled up under twenty blankets, you know? Not being able to breathe through the snot clogged in your sinuses, constant headaches, all that good stuff. Though, I’m sure it depends. If you got sick with someone, it wouldn’t be as bad. Meaning someone would suffer through the same pain. Maybe watch movies together. Ah, I’m rambling.”

She heard the question of the girl, seeing the curiosity jump out of her eyes, and after the most real laugh she had felt in a long while she answered “That idea sounded better on my mind” Hollie laughed again, the emotion disappearing as fast as it came. “But you get to feel a lot of things when you get sick, don’t you? You feel all that good stuff, as you said, and many more things. But maybe that’s not the right way” she whispered the last part. A long sight came out of her chest, and with that movement she knew she had not much time left, but still she ignored it.