Silver. Silver and dark kohl smudged just underneath to truly bring out the blue and make him just that much more sultry. Something that will turn every glance into a smolder.
[All Jack can imagine is a uniform, mod, black censor-bar-like thing going from temple to temple. And he's struck by the fear that if he lets Max make all the decisions, he'll come out of this as some sort of male rock star nightmare. Sir Gaga.
Zevran at least seems enamoured with a more subdued approach.]
I- I think I like Zev's idea, actually-! Start small, right?
A stripe seems too much like warpaint for so fair a face.
[Zevran reaches out, tilting Jack's face up so he might have a better look at the angles of it. His thumb smooths over the hair of one of his brows and he smiles.]
[Death penalty or not, Jack can't help the flutter of warmth that drops through him when Zev reaches out and takes his chin that way, touching his face like it's unquestionably his to touch. Heck, the months of enforced celibacy have probably only made stronger the impulse to nip and lick the pillow of muscle at the base of his thumb, to breathe the smell of his skin at the wrist where so often the scents of skin and leather mix perfectly.
It's probably the only thing that makes him as pliant as he is, only sighing and looking between the two as his mouth curls ruefully.]
[They would need something stark to contrast with the lovely pale skin of Jack's face; and Zevran sets about picking through the offered liner and powders to find one such dark pencil of kohl.]
We will treat you with the utmost delicacy, Argento.
I maintain serious doubts about how gentle one can actually be while poking someone in the eye with a stick.
[He barely spares Max a doubtful look, mostly concerned with watching Zev search through his kit for the perfect pointy thing to jab at his face. Bloody assassins.]
[It's more of a put-out mutter than anything - that he trusts both of them is fairly-evident in that he does not really lean away more than he has already, and even lists a little into the light kiss, glance shifting from Zev to Max before he closes his eyes obligingly.]
[It's the lilting way Zev names the insect, smiling and easy, that immediately brushes colour over Jack's face. He swallows, but carefully does now move, mumbling his reply.]
...yeah, I'm just not gonna ask. [He leans forward instead, looking Jack over before reaching for a slightly lighter colour of liner and handing it to Zevran.]
[Thank God, Max has at least a little sense in his head. Jack does his best to be still while Zev drags the surprisingly smooth and soft point of the pencil along the rim of his eyelid. He also does his best not to think of how perfectly steady Zevran's hands are in controlling the instrument, even though the thought's already been nudged firmly into his head and he's prickling with memories only a few days old, doing his best to distract himself with banter.]
Ooh, hey. Can we chase down Eugene and do this to him next?
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I like that. Maybe a dark stripe across them? And matching silver lips? Just a touch, enough to glitter a bit.
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[All Jack can imagine is a uniform, mod, black censor-bar-like thing going from temple to temple. And he's struck by the fear that if he lets Max make all the decisions, he'll come out of this as some sort of male rock star nightmare. Sir Gaga.
Zevran at least seems enamoured with a more subdued approach.]
I- I think I like Zev's idea, actually-! Start small, right?
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[Zevran reaches out, tilting Jack's face up so he might have a better look at the angles of it. His thumb smooths over the hair of one of his brows and he smiles.]
But perhaps it may yet suit him.
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[Max held out a selection of eyeliners and powders for Zevran's perusal.]
Although that man can pull off whatever he likes.
Mmmm, guess we start with the basics and see how it goes, yeah?
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It's probably the only thing that makes him as pliant as he is, only sighing and looking between the two as his mouth curls ruefully.]
Fine, but be gentle. I've never done this before.
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[They would need something stark to contrast with the lovely pale skin of Jack's face; and Zevran sets about picking through the offered liner and powders to find one such dark pencil of kohl.]
We will treat you with the utmost delicacy, Argento.
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[Not that Max maybe has a thing or anything.]
We will be so gentle.
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[He barely spares Max a doubtful look, mostly concerned with watching Zev search through his kit for the perfect pointy thing to jab at his face. Bloody assassins.]
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[He plucks out a pencil and leans forward to drop his lips against Jack's forehead, fingers still holding his chin, and his face, still.]
Trust me.
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[It's more of a put-out mutter than anything - that he trusts both of them is fairly-evident in that he does not really lean away more than he has already, and even lists a little into the light kiss, glance shifting from Zev to Max before he closes his eyes obligingly.]
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[A low blow and he knows it, something that should leave Jack still and shuddery long enough for him to pencil in the fist few lines.]
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So I even want to know?
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It's- ah. Crippling fear of insects.
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[He's cracking a low little laugh as he finishes the first few lines of khol, turning Jack's face in Max's direction for inspection.]
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Try a little of that one too. He looks great.
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Ooh, hey. Can we chase down Eugene and do this to him next?
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[Colors swapped out Zevran goes over the lines he just made, creating a smooth gradient of blended color with a few careful strokes.]
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