nightlogs | Comfort In; Dump Out

Who: Stacia and Dan
What: Giving and receiving emotional support while grappling with trauma.
Where: Dan's room at the Pole
When: Not too long after Halloween, specifically after Dan and Stacia's encounters with Elle.
Warnings/Notes: Discussion of trauma and dismemberment

Stacia's nerves are jangling like a box of silverware being thrown down a flight of stairs. She keeps grinding her teeth and flexing her fingers and she wants to bite something over and over again until it stops moving. She's broken into a sprint several times, in her shoes, in her bare feet, and with paws; but none of those have helped her shake this feeling. Though to be fair, she hadn't expected it to help. She'd tried to run from the trauma when it happened and she hadn't been able to do it then either. Because she hadn't had -- no, shut up, shut up, shut up! Brain! Shut up!

Yeah, this isn't something she's going to be able to shake on her own. She's not a creature who finds comfort in being solitary. This situation calls for cuddles.

It doesn't take her long to reach Dan's room after she's reached that conclusion. She hopes he's awake, and not engaged in any canoodling. She'd feel bad for waking him up, or cock-blocking him.

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"Ha! I bet you rocked the drag look." It's hard to imagine a look Dan couldn't rock if he put his mind to it. "But it's not like you've got to twist my arm to get me to show you how to do makeup. I'd be happy to show you what I know."

She preens under his praise, though she doesn't let it distract her from the actual advice. Praise is nice, advice is useful (and, when adequately applied, results in More Praise).

"Okay, yeah, I follow that," she says. "I'll have to remember not to get competitive-brained and stare a hole through their eyeballs while I'm waiting for them to look away."

Her smile softens a bit. "Thanks Dan, this has really helped. I feel a lot better."

"Nah, I was busted as hell. But all the queens were jealous that I fit women's shoes." Dan's small frame lended itself well to the female illusion. "My name was Elle Eterette, because I thought it'd be funny to make fun of myself."

If he does it first, it stings less when others do it. Time-honored technique for the inadequate.

He smiles back, accepting her gratitude without words before going: "well, what's stopping you? Go get some eyeliner."

"That's fair," Stacia agrees. "I can't imagine how much of a pain it is to find cute shoes in non-standard sizes." She can still technically shop in the kids' section for shoes if she wants whimsical flats.

She flashes him a grin and hops off of the bed. "Be right back!" she calls over her shoulder as she dashes off to collect her box-of-makeup-for-other-people.

"My drag mother was a size twelve in men's. She basically had to cobble shoes together herself, but thankfully that was one of the many skills I got, so I helped out a little."

Dan waits for her patiently, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, sitting on the bed with his chin turned up expectantly so Stacia can work some magic.

Stacia returns, dropping the box on the bed next to Dan, just barely slowing down enough that she doesn't send its contents scattering.

"So, there's several different ways to do eyeliner," she begins. "I'm going to start you off on the one I think is the hardest to mess up, which is eye shadow as liner." She reaches into the box and pulls out an eye shadow palette and the Brush Containment Case, which is zippered and bright pink with a black damask pattern. "You can do this with the sponge-tip applicator that comes with a lot of eye makeup palettes, but I prefer brushes because I don't trust sponges near my eyes long-term. Sponges are harder to clean, and I've never heard of an eye-infection that makes you look cute or cool."

She gestures with the brush case for emphasis. If Dan boogers up his eyes using the skills she taught him, she will be sad at him. Don't even try her, Sagittarius. She then drops the case and flicks open the palette, revealing an array of jewel tone colors.

"Now the basic starting points for this sort of thing are black or brown, but we're doing this for art and fun reasons. Pick a color, any color!"

"Noted. I ain't got enough money to deal with an eye infection. I'll be prudent."

He grins enough to show that missing tooth. He isn't broke anymore. Bunny finds him veins of gold and rare orchids to fence, and now Dan has some deeply underutilized health insurance. He doesn't want to start seeing healthcare providers regularly, and having grown up without ever setting foot in a clinic, hospital or doctor's office, he really has no idea what sort of benefits they could offer him, so he doesn't go. He doesn't even really consider it.

"These two." He points to a hot pink and a cherry red, figuring that they'll contrast with his blue eyes and that Stacia will find a way to work those warm colors without making it look like he's got a rash.

"An exciting choice!" Stacia says, rewarding him with a warm smile. She takes a moment to stop and really look at the anatomy of Dan's face and eyes. He doesn't have a lot of visual real estate on his upper lids when his eyes are open, but that's not a problem for this technique. Noted for later, when or if they get into eye-shadow-as-shadow and liquid liners.

"We're going to start with your upper lid, so go ahead and pick one of those two colors." She'd recommend the red, but this isn't about the colors right now, it's about the technique. "For this, you're going to need either a flat angled brush--" she pulls one out of her kit, "--or just a regular flat detail brush. Most people recommend the angle, I personally use the flat detail brush; it's really just a matter of taste."

She holds the two brushes out for him to pick one.

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