You tilt Indra's chin, just moving it ever so slightly. The paintbrush strokes gently marking around his eyes.

When you were born, the first thing to happen was rejoicing that a girl would finally be born into the family after a lineage of all men. And second, your engagement since birth to the Otsutsuki's, namely Indra. Both clans could only benefit each other when together.

Indra did not much care for romance, but he wasn’t the total power hungry monster the commonfolk made him out to be. He did find you tolerable, or perhaps even enjoyed your presence. So much so that he might have lied about needing you to help him with his eye markings to spend time with her.

Like now, as he was faking an injured wrist. Letting you do his eye markings.

"How much longer will you take?" Indra sighed, staring at you in front of him. His voice low and impatient. Which he was feeling anything but.