myownface | Room 209, Friday Evening

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Room 209, Friday Evening

So, tomorrow was Picnic Day, which meant all kinds of fresh blood arriving to the island. All kinds. It also meant that it was the ass end of break week, and Sparkle hadn't gone out and done anything exceptionally ridiculous the whole time. He'd even mostly behaved himself on Canada Day. On Canada Day, when he could have been getting drunk and high and lighting small buildings on fire for shits and giggles or something.

Well, tonight, he was going to do something, if he had any say in the matter. He had pulled out like every cosmetic item to his name, and now he was poking through the lot of it, picking out this and that and just generally contemplating what face he was going to present to whatever poor idiot managed to get themselves stuck on the island this time.

"I could go blonde," he mused, pulling out a bottle of hair bleach. "I actually do blonde pretty well."

Tonight was going to be fun.

[Expecting one, but the room is open for anyone who might happen to wander by. Sparkle's got the door cracked open.]

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"Oh! He didn't see everything like that!" Look, you had your priorities, Sparkle, and Sholeh had hers. "Well, no, okay, it sorta was like that, but only because the night before we were us but not us, you know? It was right after that weird weekend when we were all old and stuff."

And twenty-years-older Evan had accompanied twenty-years-older Sholeh to her hotel room and things had ended such that they'd woken up the next morning in the nude. And blushing. Furiously.

Though that wakeup had been one of the deciding factors in Sholeh coming in and sitting down.

"Umm...I haven't thought about it. Should I change?"

"Nah," Sparkle replied, smirking shamelessly now, because her reaction there had been priceless. "You're dressed pretty fancy for today's standards, like, all the time. I'm just checking so I know what colours I'm coordinating this to. The red of your hair, obviously, and..."

He gestured to her dress with one hand.

"This one?"

Sholeh nodded. She really hadn't thought about what she'd be wearing for the date. She didn't have enough clothes to warrant changing. "You're smirking," she accused him.

"I smirk," Sparkle replied, sticking out his tongue at her. "It's a thing I do when you make cute faces and get all pink over things. I could stop, but where would the fun be in that."

He eyed her thoughtfully for a moment, and then went rummaging through his makeup kid for eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara... He glanced her way for a moment more... blush and lipliner.

Yes, Sparkle had all of these things. Because.

"I'm gonna skip foundation, mostly because there's no way in hell you could wear something for my skintone without looking blotchy and weird," he informed her. "Anyhow, you got those little polka-dots, wouldn't want to hide those."

"Polka dots?!" Sholeh gasped. "Rude!" She reached out to poke him in the ribs. "Don't make fun of my freckles!"

Sparkle was such a giant brat it wasn't even funny.

"Why aren't you gonna cover them up? I thought the point of makeup is to look prettier?"

"It is," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "You figure those make you look ugly? Here, gimmie the back of your hand, I'll show you what I'm talking about."

He made a reach for his foundation, clearly a much darker tint than Sholeh's own pale skin. His dark hair made him look pale, generally, but that was only by comparison. Side-by-side, his skin was decidedly more tan than hers, and his foundation was tinted to reflect that.

"I'd be orange!" Sholeh said, wrinkling her nose. "Okay, that would be terrible!"

For one thing, the orange would clash with her hair. Stupid hair.

"Great, you found the one thing worse than freckles."

"You're welcome," Sparkle replied, sticking out his tongue at her. "So, we'll let you wear those dalmation spots out in the wide-open for everyone to see. They're cute anyhow."

They were all...spotty!

"I'll try to pull attention to your eyes instead, if that helps."

"Dalmatian spots?" As soon as Sholeh discovered that movie, you were so dead, Sparkle. So, so dead. As in 'would sic Zeela on you to make sure of it' dead.

"Sure, real cute," she sniffed. "How are you gonna pull attention to my eyes. If you even say connect the dots into an arrow...!"

"You want me to try it that way?"

Because he could! Really!

"And it's easy to pull attention to something in particular, you know. You just frame it. Here, I'll show you. I'll even help you get it off if you need to."

Sholeh nodded, leaning forward and closing her eyes so Sparkle could work.

"So..." she said quietly, after she felt the flicker of tiny brushes on her face. "About everything..."

"Everything," Sparkle echoed, frowning a little at her. "That's a lot of things, you know. Why not just narrow it down to when I hurt you and talk about that, instead?"

Sparkle wasn't really the sort to dance around certain things. Not when they actually mattered. Not when he was the one to cause that much harm to someone he actually cared about. Most things, yeah, he'd avoid.

This?

He'd been beating himself up over this for months.

"But it wasn't you," Sholeh said. "Not really. It's like those weird weekends where we wake up someone else for a bit. The guy who killed me wore your face, but that doesn't make him you."

"It was me enough that I remember exactly what it felt like," Sparkle replied, holding up his eyeshadow compact to her face. "Damage didn't last, but I was in there at the time. It ain't like those weekends when you're older or younger or whatever. I was in there."

Which, arguably, actually made it more traumatizing as a result.

"So were we." Sholeh's face, Sholeh's mouth made the words, but it was Zeela's voice. "So were we, for the entire time."

Sparkle fell silent at that. Quiet, and there was no sign of the brush that would dust colour over Sholeh's eyes. Just quiet.

Sparkle's gaze had traveled to the far wall. It wasn't going to move from there for a while. For a few days, he'd been a monster, he'd been a killer, and he had enjoyed it. He'd reveled in the warm blood running down his throat in deep swallows, and in Sholeh's struggling to break free. He couldn't excuse any of that, and he'd been apologizing. What else could he do?

"Never should've happened," he mumbled. "I was in there, but there wasn't enough of me left to fight it. Just the worst parts of me, laughing, wrecking fucking everything. Anything that would've stopped it died when that bitch forced her blood down my throat. I can't say I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to."

Sholeh reached out and touched Sparkle's arm. "It was you, but it wasn't. I get that now. We get that now."

Zeela still wasn't thrilled, but she understood.

"We could either stay scared and mad or we could let it go. That wasn't you, so...we're letting it go."

"Nothin' to be scared of now anyhow, but I wouldn't blame any of you for stayin' mad," Sparkle noted, looking down at the make-up, now. Eye-contact was hard. Whoever thought it was something that people should make on a semi-regular basis clearly hadn't ever torn somebody's throat out with their teeth. "So... thanks, I guess."

"If we stayed mad, we'd lose a friend," Sholeh pointed out softly. "We don't have so many that we can afford to throw one away."

"That confuses the fuck out of me, girl," Sparkle admitted as he dabbled with his eyeliner brush in something that was decidedly green. Probably eyeshadow. He wasn't entirely certain, because his eyes seemed to be watering up on him. Must've been the makeup. Maybe it was getting old or something. "How the hell do you not have more friends? You're a sweet kid. Smart. Zhahar is probably the most caring person on the fucking island and Zeela..."

He groped around for something nice to say about Zeela.

"Is a badgerface. Look up, I'm gonna start your eyes."

And if she was looking up, she wouldn't be able to see him wiping at his eyes.

Sholeh obediently looked up and did miss the swipe of Sparkle's hand over his eyes. "Zeela is taking badgerface as a compliment," she reported. "But it's hard making friends when you have to lie to them. It just doesn't feel right."

"Huh. Then you have way more integrity than I've got," Sparkle informed her. "Pretty sure there isn't a person on the island I haven't lied to about something, you included."

At least he was being honest about that?

Lookit him, taking eyeliner to Sholeh's face like a pro.

"It's only fair," Sholeh said with a careless shrug. "I lied to you about a lot of stuff. And then my sister badgerfaced at you."

=No regrets.=

::No one thinks you had any,:: Sholeh told her wryly.

"Yeah, well, this way I can brag that I was terrorized by a badger for like weeks and I survived without even any scars. It isn't like anyone else can boast that," he pointed out, moving from one eye to the next. "Close that eye, will you? And look, it's not even like anyone can blame you for the stuff you didn't tell me. I mean, shit, we've all got secrets. Some are like way bigger than others, big deal."

"Maybe I should take lessons, then," Sholeh murmured, keeping her eyes closed. Both at once were easier than one at a time. "I'm not very good at lying and I'm going to have to for the rest of my life."

Boo.

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