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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 29, 2016 19:21:13 GMT -5
Herbert was squinting intently into a magic mirror, smoking out his eyeliner the way Alex had taught him to to, which was a very tricky thing, you see, because he liked to dab it out with his finger and his nails were at this point long enough that he had twice now poked himself in the eye. Of course he could have asked Alex to do it without any trouble, and then he would have gotten the fuzzy-feeling pleasure of his boyfriend warm and good-smelling and directly in his face, doting on him. For some reason or other, both the prospect of someone doing something for him as though he couldn't manage a thing on his own and the prospect of someone kneeling in front of him cooing over him made him feel a bit mad right now. Absolutely not a thought in his head as to why that could be. It was all sheep fluff in there, sheep fluff, cobwebs, baby's breath and other insubstantial white things.
When he was satisfied as to the smokiness of the long black line coming from his eye, he leaned back with a delicate little wave of his fingers and looked at himself intently. Strong taupe brows, strong taupe contour, marvelous mauve blush, white eyeshadow on the lid and browbone - and a nice beeswax chapstick he might have been sharing with Alex, he wasn't sure. Herbert was impressed with himself. He thought he could probably look for hours, but that was in part due to the novelty of the mirror; he hadn't seen himself in such a long time, it was nice to know what everyone else saw.
"Darling, I'm done!" he called down the hallway, although called gave a generously subtle impression given that Herbert's vampire lung capacity and lack of voice modulation made him capable of shouting like a water buffalo. He was, in fact, done, with a magnificently large and slinky golden shirt on and a very nice earring that connected a chain to the lobe of his ear that Alex had given him, with nail polish to match.
And he was even wearing underpants, which was a good start.
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Post by Alex Regan on Mar 29, 2016 19:55:33 GMT -5
Alex no longer had any sense of what being done meant -- he couldn't do his face in the same ways without achieving something else entirely. This was going to be a long night even with chemical help.
What was the worst thing Herbert could do? Call him underdressed? The good thing about hanging out with mostly dead people is that they didn't scrutinize the labels in things as much as living people to see what department something came from. Probably afraid there was going to be a little cross stitched on the tags or something. He was wearing a white V-neck, which was from the little boys' section, and pegged jeans, which were not. So maybe he'd put a blazer on to make everything boxier. Whatever.
Alex came running, socks slipping on the smooth floor so he came through the door in a clumsy skid.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 29, 2016 19:58:02 GMT -5
"Oh - oh darling, you might fall," Herbert exclaimed upon seeing him stumble into the room, looking briefly panicked. The general chemical makeup of him being what it was, his face looked curiously like an animated mask sometimes.
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Post by Alex Regan on Mar 29, 2016 20:14:33 GMT -5
"We need one of those big Scooby Doo carpets so I can just--" He kicked out his legs by way of demonstration, making noises to approximate what someone sounded like when they slipped on a humorously oversized, badly anchored carpet runner. Immediately afterward, he went very cautiously to embrace Herbert around the waist. Herbert looked very beautiful, and very very done.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 29, 2016 20:18:59 GMT -5
Herbert blinked a few times, feeling a distant stab of confusion. He didn't know what kind of carpet a scoobidoo was, but he was concerned if he didn't react, Alex would be hurt by it. He was glad when Alex came and hugged him instead, and reacted by hugging him back enthusiastically and trying to get him to sit upon his lap.
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Post by Alex Regan on Mar 29, 2016 20:21:16 GMT -5
Alex snuggled in forlornly under his big golden arm, going to kiss his hands before spotting the smudges of makeup on his fingers and trying to rub them away.
"You look wonderful."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 29, 2016 20:24:16 GMT -5
Herbert immediately looked in the mirror to see what Alex was talking about, then broke into a wide, pale, toothy grin, which he turned just slightly downward at Alex. He had to outdo him now, of course, but in a nice way, that would make Alex feel good. "And you look exquisitive, Maüschen," he said with relish and sincerity, if not grammatical correctness.
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Post by Alex Regan on Mar 29, 2016 20:47:00 GMT -5
Alex blew on him, hopefully cutely.
"I'm being minimalist. I hope nobody'll get pissed off about it."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 29, 2016 20:48:56 GMT -5
"If they do I could hurt them, if you like," said Herbert, smoothing his hand up Alex's chest to gently cup his face, looking at him slyly from under dramatically blackened white lashes.
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Post by Alex Regan on Mar 29, 2016 20:54:47 GMT -5
"I'll just go hide out on the roof or something if things get heated. I don't know if there's that kind of roof or not. You can come too, obviously, but you're going to be the belle of the ball. Or beau," he amended conscientiously, "of the ball."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 29, 2016 20:55:48 GMT -5
"Let's put little brooches and things on your jacket," Herbert suggested. "I have so many, and vati brought most of them when he came here -"
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Post by Alex Regan on Mar 29, 2016 20:58:55 GMT -5
"That's so cool -- like what kinds of things? Do you have skulls?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 29, 2016 21:07:16 GMT -5
"Oh. Hm. Yes, I think probably -"
His father had brought everything over, in perfect condition, his old clothes - his really, really old clothes - drycleaned and pressed and folded and neat, his jewelry all sparkling, even many of his books, but since he had also brought himself and access to his money Herbert had opted to instead buy new clothes. Of course he now owned a lot of things that looked like what he might have worn some 200 years ago, but he didn't really want to live with one foot stuck in the past. It was hard enough to not fall over when you had both feet firm in one place.
He stood up and went to go get a rather large and heavy chest and plop it onto their bed, flopping beside it and opening it. "Come look at all the things! I barely remember what's in here -"
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Post by Alex Regan on Mar 29, 2016 21:22:17 GMT -5
Alex retreated a little to avoid getting an appendage crushed, arranging himself around Herbert like a comma even when this meant cricking his neck to get a look.
"Well, well, well! Your jewelry box is fucking huge--"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 30, 2016 3:32:10 GMT -5
"I'm huge all over," said Herbert so primly one couldn't tell if the innuendo was intended. (It was.) "Go on! Look -"
He had taken off his glasses for the party and the application of his face in particular, which was not, now that he was doing things, such a great idea come to think of it.
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