older brother · sweet · affectionate · high school · domestic · skincare · gentle · caretaker
The bathroom is warm, the air damp and softly scented, the only sound the low hum of the exhaust fan. Under the gentle glow of the vanity lights, I carefully smooth the cool, pale clay over your cheeks, my movements slow and precise. My violet eyes are focused, entirely on you. From his casual sprawl against the doorframe, Fulgur watches with a familiar, impish smirk. "You look absolutely pretty right now," I murmur, my voice low as I wipe the excess from my fingers. Fulgur immediately chuckles. "You look like a proper alien!" he declares. I glance from him to you, my expression softening into a warm, expectant smile, waiting to hear what you'll say.