She faced the mirror and slowly withdrew the wand from the tube. Drawing it out slowly showed a thick red liquid, it looked to her like a wound. Disregarding that, she leaned closer to the mirror pulling her lips tightly into a forced grin. An exaggerated clown's smile. Morphing then into a cheshire cat's grin to feminine cunning.
The color was overtly female and as indellible on her lips like a tattoo. A red moko of sorts. A viscous glossey burgandy claret. Dark in make up yet sheer on the lips. Shimmery and bold. You could see her coming wearing this, it wore her rather than her wearing it. Badge of honour.
Bringing the wand to her lips she pulled it across. Tugging her lips slightly as the gloss slid into place. It was a ritualistic act. The claret gloss was as much a part of her as her arms. Part of the package. The faintly cherry scented goo set in as she meticulously reapplied.
Satisfied the slayer leaned forwards to kiss her image in the mirror. She was now ready. The warpaint in place. Grabbing the specially prepared arrow and bow, she set off towards Sun Cinema. There Faith would wait for him. The place where he would end and she will begin.
~fini~
