Dahlia stood proudly in front of the mirror, the snips of hair she'd cut off laying all around her and across her shoulders. She smiled broadly toward her new appearance and glanced at the picture of Likais she'd taken from the hall for comparison. Finally, it was perfect, a near mirror image. If she'd only been born with those champagne pink eyes, she would look like her father's twin. She raised her hands to touch her eyelids and blinked slowly, then again in a more teasing manner. It was time to doll up, purse those lips, and practice, practice, practice.
Her experience with makeup was minimal and it took quite a few attempts to make her eye shadow and mascara look just right. Then, she moved onto perfecting her lips and blush. Right down to the familiar pout and pucker, she had to get it right on the mark before she could move on or else it wouldn't work, and she wouldn't settle until it was perfect.
Until she was perfect.
"This stuff is kind of... Fun." She muttered, adding another line of lip pencil to the top of her mouth. "No wonder Likais liked it so much. Make up does make you look pretty."
She paused, her mouth twisting into a grin and opening into a flurry of laughter before she settled again. Her eyes lingered on her reflection and to the picture again, while her hands ran across her cheeks. She didn't have the right markings, did she? Her face had stripes and Likais had dots... She frowned. That had to change.
Her hands rummaged through the make up bag again until she found a deep gray concealer and popped it open. She didn't expect it to be as messy as it was, but at least it covered up her white lines enough. Once her face was dry, she grabbed a bottle of white out from her bag and scanned the picture.
"Okay... Let's put my finger painting skills to work." She said, carefully dabbing the odd smelling liquid across her cheeks. However, when the make up started to run because of it, she placed the top back on and skipped off to wash everything off her face. The sink in the bathroom had started to stain from the many failures she'd gone through before, but it was something she'd have to deal with later.
"One more time to get this right, then it's time for homework." She coached, pulling her eyelid up to apply her tenth round of mascara. "... Maybe I can practice more when daddy goes to bed, too. I don't have any tests tomorrow..."
Twenty minutes and another round of mistakes later, Dahlia finally allowed herself to step back and take a good look at herself. The hair, the lips, the eyes... She'd done it. This was exactly how she wanted to be. She grinned, twirled, and held the picture out in front of her.
"Oh, daddy, you're going to be so proud of me when I find you." She giggled, before ripping the picture in half and tossing it to the ground. "... And if you're not, I'll make sure you never live it down."
Her experience with makeup was minimal and it took quite a few attempts to make her eye shadow and mascara look just right. Then, she moved onto perfecting her lips and blush. Right down to the familiar pout and pucker, she had to get it right on the mark before she could move on or else it wouldn't work, and she wouldn't settle until it was perfect.
Until she was perfect.
"This stuff is kind of... Fun." She muttered, adding another line of lip pencil to the top of her mouth. "No wonder Likais liked it so much. Make up does make you look pretty."
She paused, her mouth twisting into a grin and opening into a flurry of laughter before she settled again. Her eyes lingered on her reflection and to the picture again, while her hands ran across her cheeks. She didn't have the right markings, did she? Her face had stripes and Likais had dots... She frowned. That had to change.
Her hands rummaged through the make up bag again until she found a deep gray concealer and popped it open. She didn't expect it to be as messy as it was, but at least it covered up her white lines enough. Once her face was dry, she grabbed a bottle of white out from her bag and scanned the picture.
"Okay... Let's put my finger painting skills to work." She said, carefully dabbing the odd smelling liquid across her cheeks. However, when the make up started to run because of it, she placed the top back on and skipped off to wash everything off her face. The sink in the bathroom had started to stain from the many failures she'd gone through before, but it was something she'd have to deal with later.
"One more time to get this right, then it's time for homework." She coached, pulling her eyelid up to apply her tenth round of mascara. "... Maybe I can practice more when daddy goes to bed, too. I don't have any tests tomorrow..."
Twenty minutes and another round of mistakes later, Dahlia finally allowed herself to step back and take a good look at herself. The hair, the lips, the eyes... She'd done it. This was exactly how she wanted to be. She grinned, twirled, and held the picture out in front of her.
"Oh, daddy, you're going to be so proud of me when I find you." She giggled, before ripping the picture in half and tossing it to the ground. "... And if you're not, I'll make sure you never live it down."
