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“Hurry up, Idia, we don’t have all day to get ready.”
Vil had been waiting on Idia for about 15 minutes. It took a lot just to convince him to even come with him, but now he had to actually get him to get dressed.
It was simply an event for socialites and as such Vil wanted to attend to increase his connections, but he also wanted Idia to get out more. He had been trying to get him outside and help him with crowds for a while, but this was the first time he was able to get Idia to agree to something like this.
Vil was ready, he had been ready. A full face of makeup, a nice suit, hair styled, all of it was complete, and yet Idia still hadn’t finished. Vil decided to take matters into his own hands, knocking on the door to announce his presence.
“Idia, I’m coming in, please at least have the bare minimum on.” Vil opened the door, greeted by an Idia sitting in front of a vanity mirror, trying to figure something out, it seemed. “Idia, do you need help?”
“Uh, maybe. I don’t do social gatherings, I just know how to put on a suit, but I’ve never had to mess with my hair or face for something before, especially since my hair is, uh, literal fire.”
Vil sighed, walking behind Idia and looking at his face through the mirror. “I’ll help, give me a moment.”
Vil grabbed a headband off the vanity, putting it on Idia to keep his hair out of his face. He went around to Idia’s side and started to put some basic makeup on him. Concealer, lipstick, eyeshadow, that type of stuff.
“I picked out that suit because it complimented your face, and as such your makeup will need to compliment it as well. Blue is very much your color, but too much of it can be a bit hard on the eyes, hence the suit color. For your makeup, these colors will suit your natural appearance, as well as help offset your sheet-white complexion, making you look a bit less dead.. Fufu.”
Idia complied, not wanting to mess up Vil’s work. Watching Vil work made Idia smile slightly. Vil put in so much work for him. He didn’t have to do all of this, but he did. He didn’t have to put up with Idia, but he did.
When Vil finished, he turned Idia’s face towards him, looking it over and smiling. “And that’s done, now onto the hair.”
Vil took the headband off of Idia, starting to mess with his hair. It felt cool, nothing like a proper fire. It was workable. He started to pull his hair back, separating it into sections and braiding it.
“Your hair is nice, you should appreciate it more. The color is nice to look at, and it feels wonderful. A very different texture than normal hair, which isn’t a bad thing.” Vil finished braiding the hair, tying it off to keep it in place. “Finished”
Idia looked at the mirror. He looked the most kempt that he had been in a long time- it was a nice feeling.
“Thank you, Vil.” Idia was smiling, not the normal, sinister one, but one that was soft, one that was full of love and gratitude.
“You’re welcome, Idia. Now come on, we need to get going, or else we’ll be late.” Vil put on some gloves, taking Idia’s hand and leading him out to their car.
“Now, don’t chicken out Idia, if you ever get overwhelmed, just tell me and I’ll find you somewhere quiet.”
“Alright, Vil.”