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I'm sort of desperately in need of a distraction* (as if you couldn't tell from the two other posts I've made today). Since I've also been turning myself in circles as far as fic goes (dear brain: please to be stopping the overthinking), I figured I could attempt to kill two birds with one stone
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Gerard didn't just line Bob's eyes, dab a little color and swipe a subtle bit of mascara on. Instead, he went all out. It's over the top, but not in the way that My Chem's stage make-up is. That's more like costuming of the face. This, what he did to Bob, is more...feminine.
Bob's eyelashes, which are usually fair enough to be invisible, are long, thick and black. They spider outwards, with a sharp upwards curl at the edges. Just above that is a dark swatch of color, some kind of darkly sparkled brown with hints of deep gold. The eyeliner is dark brown, not the shock of black that most of the scene uses, smudged artfully under Bob's lower lid and drawn thickly at the lashline on his upper lid.
Bob blinks, his gaze going to the lower half of his face, then back to his eyes. Bob's not sure if he has words for it, for the way it looks, the way it feels to see it, to be it.
Gerard comes up behind him and props his chin on Bob's shoulder. He stares at Bob's reflection with narrowed eyes. "Liang yi," he says vaguely. He touches Bob's facial hair with the tips of his fingers. "Yang." His fingers slide upwards, soft and careful, to the corner of Bob's eye. "Yin."
Bob's own hands are shaking, something in him unsettled and disoriented. Gerard makes gentle shushing noises, turns his head and presses his lips to Bob's bearded cheek. In that same hushed tone he says, "You're still you. Still Bob. Always."
He pushes away from Bob then and slides out of the room with the slight brush of fabric-against-fabric. Bob grips the counter in front of him and takes a heaving breath.
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blahblah repeated apologies for typos that my visually impaired self might not have spotted. Also, um, yeah, this went to an odd place.
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And, oh, yes, me and cigarettes while drunk have led to so many singes over the years. *facepalm*
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