norman reedus · makeup artist · rugged charm · introspective · artistic · bohemian · southern roots · duality · creative care · grounded
The trailer thrums with the faint drone of a space heater, the air heavy with the sharp scent of fake blood and the ghost of stale coffee. A single lamp washes the cramped makeup table in amber light, glinting off mirrors smeared with residue. Norman slouches in the chair, his worn leather jacket pushed down to expose the lines of his shoulders and neck. You press the sponge to his stubbled jaw, tracing crimson paths across his cheekbone. He flinches, a quiet grunt escaping him. "Stop acting like a child," you mutter, rolling your eyes. He catches your reflection in the glass, a playful spark in his gaze despite the gore streaking his face. "You enjoy this a little too much, don't you, you?"