moonlight assassins [old version]

*fifteen*

Gods, if Biana found my friends in my room it would have been catastrophic and not only for me, but my friends who would have been turned in. "Bi? Do you think that the Neverseen is truly bad? What if they are just misunderstood people who thought they were doing the right thing?" She gives me a quick shocked look, then dismissal sets in. "Are you serious? Yes, the Neverseen is all bad! Why would you even ask that? They tortured you and torture Keefe and Tam and my brother and countlesss others. My own brother did these things, Sophie."

"No, what if they were brainwashed? What if they were forced to do these things? What if they were actually the good guys, but someone kept slandering their name. What if--," She sighs, "You say 'what if' but it's all true. They are the bad guys and there is no changing that, no matter how much you sugar coat it. Despite being older than me, you are still too naive, they are evil and there's nothing you can say or do about it." How can she not see it, is she blinded by that much anger?

"But--," She cuts me off, steaming. "They tore apart my family, Sophie. Alvar is evil. Fitz is trying to kill him. My mother and father are devastated. And I'm scarred Sophie, I have scars all over my back and the side of my face, they have done so many bad things." She has this look in her eyes for a second, but she shakes it off like it's nothing and looks back at me with a smile. "Getting back on topic, I get to give you a makeover. I give you the paints, but I get to give you a makeover."

She busies herself by going to the cabinet where I keep all my favorite teas and pulls them out, "Chamomile, matcha, or jasmine?" I stare at her, shocked by the change of subjects, then shake my head. "A cuppa chamomile, please." She makes cups for both of us and then we head back up to my room, I nod my head in thanks. As we head up the stairs she dangles my art supplies over my head, by now I'm the shortest in the group--minus Marella who didn't seem to grow at all during the years I've known her.

"I hate you so much right now." I say, trudging up the rest of the stairs, brooding. "And I love myself so much right now." In my room I set the cup down and plop onto my bed, just as I get comfortable Biana grabs my arms and pulls me up. "Upsies." I groan as she pulls out the kit of horror. She pushes me down on the chair and gets everything ready.

***

I see myself and try not to gasp, I keep a neutral face, "When can I take this off?" She gives me a sly smile, "I saw that. You can take this off...after...you parade around--with me--in front of the guys." Well two can play at this game, "Only if you let me do your make-up. Then we can do whatever you want."

She gives me a scandalized look, "You know how to do this? I thought it was too girly for you?"

"Nothing is too girly when you look like shit almost every morning--and live with Vertina." I look back to see if the spectral mirror came to life at the call of her name, but she does not. She's been inactive for a while and not for the lack of my trying to call her.

Biana sits in the chair and raises her eyebrow, "Ready, or are you not going to give me a makeover. Because I'm fine with either option--unless you're not as good as you say you are." I give her a sinister smile, "I never said I was good. I said nothing was too girly and that I look like shit."