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"I wish you could be like me," Taylor whines, wrapping her arms around Link and sighing oh so dramatically.
"What do you mean, honey?" Link asks, carding her fingers through Taylor's hair. She's cold, as per usual.
"You know," she tilts her head toward Link, opens her mouth, and points a claw-like finger at her right fang.
"Like a vampire?"
"Yeah! Then we could be together forever, y'know?" she pouts, and Link's gaze drops from her sparkly eyelids to her blood-red lips, being tugged at a little by her sharp fangs. The lipstick has a little shimmer to it. Link knew she'd like that when she bought it for her. If she were drawing blood right now, it would be nearly invisible.
"Well, you have me right now, and you'll have me for a while."
"True…" she says, running her gaze up and down Link in that way she always does. A hand snakes its way down Link's arm, and they're locking fingers, and Taylor's eyes are fixed on the grip they have on each other.
A smile creeps onto her face, and she looks back up with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"What is it?"
"If I can't make you a vampire, can I at least give you a makeover?"
"A makeover?"
"Like, like, like, I wanna do your nails!" she giggles, and it's the cutest sound.
"O—oh!" Link feels herself grow warmer. She's always flustered at the thought of getting her nails done or wearing makeup and jewelry and dresses, but she's never known where to start.
"Can I? Please?" Taylor asks, pulling her hand out of Link's hold and making grabby hands at her, all complete with the sound of her long, glittery black and red rhinestoned nails clacking together.
Link feels her own mouth curling into a smile. Taylor's excitement has always been most infectious. "Ye—yeah, sure!"
"Yay, oh my god," she grabs Link's arm and pulls her off the couch, starting toward her bedroom hurriedly, dragging Link along. "Let's go!"
Soon enough, Link is sitting on Taylor's bed, surrounded by body pillows, some of which have red lipstick stains she pointedly ignores.
"Okay, here we go!" she says, plopping down a gigantic box on the bed. She takes the lid off and gestures for Link to come look. "Heh, check these out."
It's filled to the brim with nail polish of every colour imaginable, and there's a little clear case of what Link assumes are gems and stickers.
"What colour do you wanna try?"
Link doesn't know. She's never really… worn nail polish before. In fact, before Taylor, there were a lot of things she'd never done, and a lot of things she hadn't realized about herself and about the world.
"I have no idea…"
"Hmm, I guess I could surprise you…" she smirks, and the crinkle of joy in her eyes tells Link the answer.
"Do that. Yes."
Link watches Taylor pull out a few bottles: a few clear, one red, one black, and one white. She pulls out the box of gems as well, and digs to the bottom of the box to find a few tiny metal tools for which Link knows not the use.
Then she clicks the lid back onto the box, and grabs Link's hands, placing them flat on top of it. The sudden feeling of her cold hands startled Link for a moment, but she's grown used to the temperature, and truly finds it rather comforting and grounding in contrast to her warm body temperature.
"Hold still," she says, in a low, almost whispery voice that sends a shiver down Link's spine, and then she holds her hand so gently, with her claw-like nails just barely grazing the back of her hand and the inside of her palm, and Link can feel electric tingles all the way up her arm.
The nail polish is cold. It's not as cold as Taylor's hand, but it is cold. It's a nice feeling. She's careful and precise with each brush stroke, and her eyes glow a fiery red that would make Link weak at the knees had she not already sat down.
Link finds her eyes fluttering shut. It's cool. It's safe. Taylor is here.
Link remembers the feeling of Taylor's fangs grazing against her neck, but never piercing the skin. She knew how Taylor wanted to. Wanted to bite, wanted to transform her, wanted to spend eternity in vampire bliss with her, wanted, wanted, wanted her blood.
And, well, Link wanted to give that, she did, but she just couldn't. She can't.
And Taylor, she respects it.
A little tune breaks the silence. It's definitely an anime opening, Link knows that much. Taylor's humming to herself, or maybe to Link, as she paints.
This is bliss.
If someone had told young Lincoln Li-Wilson that not only would she be a girl, but she'd have a cute vampire girlfriend painting her nails and serenading her on a bed surrounded by lipstick stained body pillows, well…
Actually, she might have believed it.
It's not too far-fetched, all things considered.
"What are you giggling about?" Taylor asks, and Link's eyes snap open.
She hadn't realized she'd been laughing.
"I was just thinking about you."
"What about me?" Taylor asks, bringing her gaze up from the nails to lock eyes with Link, and that same fiery gaze burns bright, and Link feels her heart catch fire.
"You're pretty…"
"Heh, you're pretty too," she says before turning her attention back to the task at hand.
Link feels the same flutters she always feels in the presence of that word. Pretty . She wants to be pretty. Girls are pretty. Taylor is pretty.
Link is pretty.
"I'm gonna put some gems on."
"Alright."
Link's gaze flickers to her nails for a moment before she closes her eyes once more, not wanting to spoil the surprise.
She can feel Taylor adjusting the placement of the gems, and she's so careful with it. She's always been like that. As eager and hyper and impulsive as she can be, she's gentle and cautious whenever necessary.
"You have nice nails," she says.
"I do?" Link replies, eyes still closed.
"Yeah."
"I always felt like they were too short, but I can't stop biting them."
"Heh, I know what that's like, but no, I mean the shape, and like, they're strong. That's good."
"Nice."
"Yeah, and the length is cute too. If you ever want longer nails, though, I have some fake ones I could give you."
"I may take you up on that."
She giggles, and it sends another shiver down Link's spine. "Yay!"
"Yay."
"I'm almost done."
"You work fast."
"You lose track of time."
"Maybe so."
Link feels Taylor press her lips against the backs of her hands, each with a vocalized "mwah" in accompaniment.
"Open your eyes."
And she does.
The thumbnails are black, with red blobs dripping from the tips to the centres, like blood. Spooky.
Her left index finger is red, and her right index finger is black, and there's a row of gemstones increasing in size from the tips down to the bases of the nails.
The middle fingers are split across the centre with red and black on either side. There are two teardrop shaped gemstones on each nail, placed in such a way that they form a small heart.
The ring fingers are a gradient from red to black, with red at the base and black at the tip. But on top of that, there's white circles with small black gemstones placed atop them, almost resembling…
" Soccer balls! "
"Yeah! Cute, right? Honestly, I've been wanting to do your nails for so long, because I always had this specific vision of doing exactly that, and I just knew you would love it—"
"I love you so much ."
"I love you too, my angel," Taylor says, in the same sly yet flirty voice she takes on every now and then.
"Why do you call me that?"
"'Cause you are one. Simple truth."
"I guess I can't argue with the truth."
"You're right."
Link looks back at her nails for a second. The pinkie nails are half black and half white, much like the ring fingers, except that with these ones, the base is black, and the tip is white. as opposed to being split vertically.
"These are so cute. Thank you so much."
"Heh, anything for you," she says, picking up the box and dropping it next to her bed. The bottles she used on Link are still on the blankets, but they're all sealed, so no spillage should occur. "What do you wanna do next?" she asks, and Link's eyes trace the outline of her face. Her sparkly eyelids, her artificially rosy, glittery pink cheeks, her blood-red shimmering lips…
"You know, I—I know I got that lipstick for you, but I kinda wanna try it on."
"Oh, we can do that. I have a special way of applying it, you know," she says, crawling closer to Link, and closing the gap between them where the box once was.
"Oh yeah?" Link asks, her hands itching to wrap around Taylor's waist as she feels Taylor's hands slide up her arms and up her neck to hold her cheeks.
"Don't wreck your nails," she whispers, and Link can feel Taylor's breath against her own.
"I won't, I promise," she whispers back, holding her hands out in front of her with wet, cold nails.
And Taylor leans in, and Link's lips are shimmery and red in no time at all.
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