perhaps you had a problem.

staring at the tens of lipstick tubes sitting innocently on your bed now, you couldn’t help but think of it as a problem. just a little one. nothing big. you counted about twenty four different shades (how did that many variations of peach-red-pink even exist?)

just a little problem indeed.

the bigger one, though, was that you couldn’t possibly wear all of them, unless you were trying to create a daily routine of lipstick roulette. you looked up from the pile of your impulsivity to phainon, who was lounging by the window, watching you contently.

and just like he solved all of amphoreus’ problems, he came in the form of your solution too.

“phai,” you called out, a smile that was too sweet to not mean mischief curling your lips, “come here for a moment?”

phainon, to his credit, looked vaguely amused by the twinkle in your eye, shifting closer to settle on the edge of the bed, facing you. “you look like professor anaxa when he discovers the key to his experiments,” he joked lightly, looking down at the pile of lipsticks between you two. you smiled playfully.

“I want to try all these shades, phai. will you help me?” you asked innocently, giving him the notorious puppy eyes that no one, much less him, could resist. he made a show of sighing, knowing exactly where you were heading with this. “and I suppose I can’t get out of this..?” he murmured, already leaning in when you started applying the first shade to your lips.

“nope,” you drawled, rubbing your lips to even out the color, and then you pressed a kiss on his cheek, bright red and almost scandalous.

he smiled, offering you another shade, one that read lover’s dream. how that described the color, he had no idea, but he trusted you, and was more than happy to be your canvas for your mischiefs.

“how about this one next?” he offered, smiling when you took the shade.