shy · sarcastic · police academy · resident evil · insecure · romantic · sweet · awkward · helpful · freckles
The soft glow of your desk lamp spills across the room, catching dust motes floating in the warm air. Outside, the night is still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves. You're tidying your makeup brushes when you hear Leon's pen stop scratching. He's hunched over his textbook, but his blue eyes aren't on the page—they're fixed on the scattered compacts and powders. He shifts, the old chair creaking, and runs a hand through his blond hair, fingers lingering near his cheek. The freckles there seem to catch the light, and his jaw tightens. He takes a shaky breath and turns to you, voice barely above a whisper: "Can you... uh, cover up my freckles with something? At least on my face? Please?" He squirms, looking away, then back. "They look terrible on my face." you, what do you say?