Where can I find cute makeup storage? Like on the vanity? Something more unique/not ikea.
You could get creative and use items that are normally for desk organization or bathroom organization! You could use marble toothbrush holders or small vases for brushes, marble or gold trays for display.
Stores like Anthropologie have really classy and feminine home decor items for all your beauty stuff! Check out their gold and marble collection here.
@loveaoka requested one with an
angel Kagami and devil Aomine! This had the potential to become insanely long
and I really didn’t want to go into “multi chapter” alley (at least not right now),
so this happened. XD
Also how good is Adam Lambert’s
latest album?! Yeah I know it was out months ago but still!! I’m hooked~
hopefully one day I can hear him live~~ *swoons*
Dark grey eyes stared down at
Kagami, arms folded over a silken white robe and feet brushing the marble floor
lightly as twin silver wings held the figure upright. “Your friend is causing mischief down on Earth,
Taiga. Fix it.”
Kagami grumbled. “Why do I have
“Because he seems to only listen
to you,” the archangel narrowed his eyes. Himuro Tatsuya did not take kindly to
his dear angels mingling with the underworld filth. It would only lead to severe consequences, and their
segregation was necessary. “You’ll go down there, and tell him to stop. And
then you will say goodbye and never see him again.”
Kagami’s eyes widened. “But-”
“At least I’m giving you that
much,” Himuro said softly, waving his hand, and the last thing Kagami saw
before landing on Earth was Himuro’s tense expression.
Aomine whistled happily, peering
down from the roof he was on while rolling up his sleeves. A bucket of water
sat next to him and he picked it up slowly. “Three…two…one…huzzah!” he saw the girl walk out of the building and tilted the
bucket to see the water slosh out and fall down spectacularly…only to stop in mid-air.
To his shock, it flew straight back up and hit him right in the face. He
spluttered, stumbling back and blinking his vision clear to see a silhouette
floating above him, the sun its backlight.
Fiery red eyes glared down at
him, forked eyebrows scrunched in displeasure. Tanned feet touched the ground
as the large golden wings folded behind the figure. White silky material fell
over his shoulders and clinched loosely at his waist by a golden rope. The
dress brushing his knees and teasingly revealing small snippets of his skin as
he moved towards Aomine. He threw out his hand and muttered something under his
Aomine felt his human disguise shatter,
as the clothes he was wearing morphed into tight black pants. Dark tattoos swirled
on his neck, back and arms and a black tail flicked the water off in annoyance.
His pointed ears twitched and his sharp canines peaked from his teeth in a sly
“Hey there, Kagami. Doesn’t it
get a little airy in that dress of yours?” he smirked, peering under Kagami’s clothing.
Kagami slapped his hand away, his
cheeks red. “Aomine, you asshole!”
Aomine ran a hand through his
hair. “Not like I haven’t seen it before.”
There were letters,
of course- long letters spirited over long miles by Leliana’s ravens.
But they were letters he couldn’t respond to, letters read by
Josephine as Aithlin sat in her office with his chin to his knees and
his down-turned ears nearly resting on his shoulders. How would
you like to respond? she asked,
time and again.
he responded every time with the same words, guilt-ridden and lonely
down to his bones: I don’t want to.
was a conflict inside of him. Differing thoughts waged war, and each
side was desperate to win his heart. There was pride in Dorian for
traveling back into the heart of his homeland to plant the seed of
rebellion. There was concern for the same reason. There was anger,
night, anger was the strongest.
up in his bed, a solitary shape in a sea of blankets with room enough
for three or four, Aithlin’s thoughts of Dorian turned sour. There
was no instant regret. There was no rush of shame. He laid there
before sleep, and he tongued the words Dorian wrote to him against
the roof of his mouth.
were sweet, placating words, though they lost their meaning when
dictated on a tuneful Antivan accent.