molly held your face in one hand, as you gazed into her eyes. with her other hand, she stared at your lips, dragging the small brush along them as they were painted a rouge colour.

you weren't sure why exactly you agreed to let her do your makeup.. she had a bold style, a style she suited wonderfully. you, however? you didn't suit it.

you averted your gaze, a small wrinkle forming on your bridge at the thought. this, in turn, earned a small huff from molly.

"keep still."