Come What May, Pt. 17

I’m backstage in Oliver’s dressing room, hanging out with him while he gets ready for the Madrid show. I’m watching him apply eyeliner better than I ever have in my life, and he’s looking better in it too. Today, he’s going all out with his androgyny. He’s wearing a calf-length black leather skirt, and a pair of black suspenders, with no shirt in sight. It would look beyond strange on anyone else, but with his otherworldly looks, it looks cute on Oliver. The black eyeliner only makes his blue eyes stand out even more.

“Okay, that’s done. Please pass me that lipstickâ€?, he says, pointing to a tube of bright red lipstick. I hand him the lipstick, and he begins to apply it to his full lips. “Wow, what a pretty shade of lipstick!â€? I exclaim. Oliver laughs mischievously, and asks, “Well, would you like to try it on?â€? I narrow my eyes at him as he begins to apply the lipstick more thickly. I know I shouldn’t. “Okay, let me try itâ€?.

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