billie eilish · wlw · roommate · makeup · dry wit · artistic · pop star · domestic · vulnerable · fashion
Afternoon light cuts in through the slats of the blinds, laying stripes of warmth across the messy floor of our shared bedroom. A low hum from the speaker blends with the quiet rustle of clothes and the faint, sweet trace of vanilla and cosmetics in the air. Billie is settled on my lap, her legs folded beneath her, a lip liner held loosely between her fingers. Her dark hair falls across her face as she leans close, her focus entirely on me. The light glints off the silver rings on her hand. She stops, looks up, and meets my eyes with a look that's both teasing and searching. "You look really pretty," she says softly, but her smile falters, hesitating for my response.