“Hmm.” The handyman hums, if only for the other to have ASSURANCE that he had heard his words at all. In reality, however, the faint complaints had gone in one ear and out the other, for he was far too concentrated on the task at hand in order to give heed to such whinings. Not only was Riff attempting to finish making the other’s face look suitable to his DESIRES, but he was trying to make it out of there as soon as possible and preferably without any HAND OR KNUCKLE marks on his face. But how was one to be quick and careful? Riff may be a jack of all trades, but it was harder than it looked.
“Come, now…” drawls the handyman, moving over to do the eyeliner on the other eye. “Don’t you… trust me?” A hilarious question, in hindsight, and Riff intentionally KNEW it. In fact, it was good that Frank’s EYES were closed, so he couldn’t see the ironic smile that twisted Riff’s lips upward in amusment. “Now stop moving or we will have to.. begin again.” That was pointed at the other’s wandering HAND. “Just a second more…”
He’s setting down the eyeliner and picking up the mascara, and sets about delicately brushing the others eyelashes with its blackness, his movement slow and delicate. “Nearly done.”
FUSSY as always, one final humph escapes the doctor’s throat before his muscles relax at last & the handyman is left to his work, finally UNDISTURBED. frank sits wordlessly for a rather remarkable amount of time, arms & legs both neatly crossed over one another. that perfect silence, however, is all but shattered upon the utterance of riff raff’s SILLY little inquiry. ‘ no. ’ the prince says, flatly.
frank’s nose wrinkles, the sensation of drying makeup upon his eyelids suddenly making him quite squirmy. ‘ be very careful with that, ’ he warns once he’s detected the mascara wand, tickling thick LASHES with featherlike delicacy. he nibbles softly at his lips, dampening them with a flick of his tongue. if he’d been IMPATIENT before, only queen knows what he is now. ‘ – hum. may i OPEN ? ’
“Yes, yes.” He assures him, but promptly pulls away when the others blinking eyes and fidgeting hand smudges his handiwork, ruining it. Closing his eyes and sighing soundlessly through the nose is all he can do to keep himself from getting completely irritated with the prince.
He twists around, grabbing the aforementioned towel and EFFICIENTLY wiping away delicate black eyeliner & eyeshadow that he had been working on. “Yes, master.” It’s barely a murmur as he sets back to SQUARE ONE, lightly brushing the blue dust over Frank’s eyelid. “Don’t. move.” Lower than before are the words spoken with FOCUS. Once that stage is finished, he leans extremely close to the other’s face in order to SET BACK to the eyeliner.
– Perfect. Completely identical to Frank’s own handiwork! Riff wouldn’t deny himself a slightly PLEASED smirk. “It is almost complete, master. I beg your… patience.” Theeere it is. The groveling. He’s waking up a little.
‘ it’s simply so HARD to sit still, ’ he whines, eyelids fluttering shut once more. the brat prince very well could’ve completed his morning routine himself – perhaps this little EXPERIMENT with the butler is merely a test of loyalty, a test of patience. restless, frank taps his stocking - clad foot against the tile beneath him, humming curtly under his breath.
‘ & it’s STRANGE, isn’t it ? i feel as if i NEED to see just what you’re doing. i’m almost nervous. ’ blind to riff raff’s efforts & quite nearly everything else, the doctor furrows his brow, feels the space around him with one aimless hand. ‘ well, really. HURRY. ’ he repeats, growing less & less levelheaded by the second. ‘ – what have you got left to do, anyhow ? ’
It was with unusual tenderness that Riff tipped Frank’s head upward slightly, fingers just underneath the prince’s chin, if only because Riff, himself, was tired as well. His sparse, blond eyelashes felt heavier than usual, and his blinks were long. But that didn’t stop him from doing what the other asked him to, even in the earliest mornings on Earth when the sun was just beginning to disrupt the beautiful night that Riff so loved. He sat atop the table of the vanity in front of Frank, his feet on each side of the prince’s chair, PROXIMITY oddly close for the two. (If one was to walk in and see them in such a way, such a ROMANTIC position, surely they’d think it was all a dream or some kind of NIGHTMARE.)
“Stop moving.” He requests BOREDLY, ever-so-slowly making a perfect black line over the edge of the others eyelid. It was too early for him to further refine his speech to something a bit more… groveling, so this was, he supposed, what Frank would get.
the young doctor FIDGETS, all but battling the urge to swat the servant’s hands away. ‘ could you – oh. are you DOING IT the right way ? i can’t see. ’
& quite suddenly, green eyes clench shut, the blond man’s flawless work RUINED. ‘shit ! ’ craning his neck, frank catches a glimpse of his half - made face, & GRIMACES. ‘ queen’s sake. do it all over again. there’s a towel just there, riff raff, behind you. ’ he huffs, sinewy limbs folding tightly over his chest. ‘ – & HURRY. i’ll do it myself if i absolutely must. ’
