Hippolyta, meanwhile, is inside said small room, staring at a small pot of eye shadow in front of her. She's got a sheet draped around her neck, so as not to get her dress dirty from her make-up routine. Wouldn't that just suck? A splash of green eye shadow on her ivory dress? Or, worse, a smear of black mascara when she drops her application wand?
...Which she does right now. Smeg. Her hands are shaking.
"Yeah. You want this, and you know it's going to be just fine, but it's a huge step. Isis and I could have spent our time together with no formal commitment, but... I wanted more." She watches, then sighs.
"Give me that, I'll put it on you." She holds her hand out for the wand.
Eiko chuckles, sitting down and applying, making Hips close her eyes from time to time, for eyeliner and blush and mascara and lipstick. "Six months of therapy for gender dysphoria's got to be good for something. I learned a lot about putting on makeup, because it's such a female activity that it reinforced the changes." She hums a song ((if you know the play, it's 'Put A Little More Mascara On' from La Cage Aux Folles)) as she works.
"Love you too, Hips. Thanks for asking me to be here for this. OK, now look." Eiko turns Hips towards the mirror.
"I think it's just fine. Now shush." She reaches into a bag she brought with her and pulls out a small bottle, the contents of which go into a plastic glass. "Have a little wine, you'll feel better."
"A little bit won't hurt," Eiko counsels, "and as a physician it's better than me giving you a valium or something." She nods firmly. "Besides, it'll calm you down a little bit." Eiko eyes Hips. "Did you even eat breakfast?"
"Well, you're committing yourself to one man for the rest of your life, forsaking all others, that whole thing, so in a way you're giving up some of your freedom. Plus there's the whole 'I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of all my friends' thing. Thankfully, you got a dress that you won't trip on, so you're good with that." Eiko's got a light, teasing tone here. "Hon, believe me. You are going to get up there, and things are going to start, and you are just gonna go on automatic and forget about how nervous you are until it's 'I do-bee-doo-bee-doo' and you're hitched."
Eiko gets a bit shifty-eyed, and then reaches into her cleavage to pull out a very small pistol. "Busted," she laughs, and tucks it back in. "You won't forget them. I didn't forget mine, and Isis didn't forget hers, and she told me she thought her knees were knocking when we got married."
"...I assure you that when we went on the honeymoon her knees were rarely close enough to knock," she finishes with a smirk.
"Excellent! See, you two have that part worked out through, I am sure, repeated practice." She grins. "And I just needed to see if I could get you to laugh. Feeling better now?"
...Which she does right now. Smeg. Her hands are shaking.
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"Need a hand from your matron of honor, hon?"
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"Oh, thank you, Eiko. Now I understand why you were this nervous."
She wipes the wand off with a bit of tissue and tries again.
"It doesn't help that I don't normally wear this. I swear I'm going to poke my eye out."
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"Give me that, I'll put it on you." She holds her hand out for the wand.
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She's cute when she babbles nervously. She hands over the make up, all of it, not just the mascara.
"I love you, Eiko. Just thought I'd say that."
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"Love you too, Hips. Thanks for asking me to be here for this. OK, now look." Eiko turns Hips towards the mirror.
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She grins.
"Perfect! I still feel so weird in it, but oh man. It's perfect."
The she pauses and looks nervous again.
"You don't think it's too much, do you?"
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But even as she says it, she's reaching for that plastic cup and sipping, careful not to smudge her lipstick.
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She starts to bury her face in her hands, and then stops, conscious of the make up. Oops. So she returns to sipping her wine.
"I didn't think I'd be this nervous. Why am I nervous? Damn."
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"At least, it was for me."
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"If I forget my vows, I want you to taze me. I know you're packing, just give me a jolt, knock me out, and then let me wake up with it all over."
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"...I assure you that when we went on the honeymoon her knees were rarely close enough to knock," she finishes with a smirk.
What? A little dirty joke between friends.
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"Eiko! Oh, gawd, I didn't need to know that!"
Now she genuinely laughs, putting down her cup carefully and hooting. Then she gets her own little smirk.
"Granted, Ramon and I were quite busy ourselves last night. We both needed some reassurance."
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