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Raven tried not to wince as Starfire forcefully combed through her freshly washed hair, rambling on about what the night's event had in store.
"...and Robin had said that all of tonight's proceeds will be donated to the Children's Foundation of Wishes, as well as the local shelters here in the city of Jump. I am most excited!"
Starfire continued to gleefully ignore the pained expression of the empath while she began rolling her purple hair into large heat rollers. Raven decided not to voice her discomfort as she attempted to mix in the last ingredient of their homemade foundation. Since her grey skin had hardly any pigmentation, she didn't need to use any cocoa powder, which was in the instructions. But as she stared at her newly made makeup, she groaned.
It was a little... greenish. Not that she had a problem with that color, obviously. It just wasn't her color.
In an attempt to still put it to use, she began discreetly searching through the alien's collection of makeup with her powers. Though she knew her and her orange teammate were no where close to the same color, she thankfully found a porcelain-colored foundation that Starfire had purchased for her on a whim. The color was in no way a match for Raven - it being too pink - but she guessed that it would turn her homemade concoction into something... less green.
Raven kept a neutral expression as she unscrewed the cap and mixed the store-bought makeup with her own. Slowly, the color itself neutralized into a pale grey.
Suppressing a victorious smirk, the empath chanced a glance in the mirror before her, only to see that Starfire was almost done rolling her hair.
"...but you mustn't fret, for the curls will do the relaxing. I do not wish to give you the afro," the alien assured, clipping the last curler into her teammate's hair.
Raven nodded tentatively, unsure of what Starfire was talking about. All she knew was that her scalp felt like it was tearing apart.
"Sounds good, Starfire. Thank you."
The alien grinned in reply, before turning her attention to her own hair.
Raven watched - feeling slightly envious - as Starfire effortlessly braided the crown of her hair, before pulling the thick curls into a side ponytail. With a few twists of her wrist and several bobby pins later, the waterfall of red hair was contained in an elegant chiffon bun.
Again, Raven glanced at her reflection. Swallowing awkwardly, she silently reminded herself to make the most out of her day, and not dwell on her lacking skills at being... girly. Instead, the empath tentatively poked her finger into her foundation, before dotting it under her eyes. She then began blending it with a small, egg-shaped sponge, before adding a little more to the rest of her face.
She felt a small amount of pride at the way she flawlessly blended the foundation, which was thick enough to even out her skin tone, yet sheer enough to not look caked on. All in all, she decided that makeup wasn't as horrible as she first thought.
That is, until she caught sight of the liquid eye liner.
"Oh Azar..."
About fifteen minutes later, Raven sighed in relief, gazing into the mirror. She had been pleasantly surprised when she had managed a subtle, decent looking wing on her right eye, but it took about fourteen attempts (and several q-tips soaked in makeup remover) before she was able to do it on her left eye. They weren't exactly even, but hopefully everyone would be too distracted by her dress to notice.
Or too distracted by Starfire, she thought bitterly, sneaking a peek at her teammate.
Starfire was smiling brilliantly at her own reflection as she dusted a fine layer of glitter across her collarbone. Raven figured that on most people, it would seem tacky, but Starfire wasn't most people. Heck, she wasn't even human to begin with.
As always, the alien looked absolutely flawless as she adjusted the straps of her dress. Raven couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of regret when she looked between the redhead's gorgeous gown and her own dress, lying limply atop Starfire's bed.
Stop it, Raven, she scolded to herself, her eyes darting back to her reflection. Taking initiative, she swiped a pale pink blush from Starfire's makeup stash and dusted a faint layer onto her cheeks. It was subtle and simple; something Raven was incredibly comfortable with.
She was about to give her own reflection a small smirk, but a pair of strong hands suddenly pulled her from the mirror.
"I must remove the curlers in your hair, for they must begin their relaxation!" Starfire explained, before tugging off Raven's hoodie.
The half-demon's eyes widened in shock as she pulled the garment back down.
"Starfire!" she hissed, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks. She knew that the alien wasn't really familiar with the term modesty, and growing up with a sister was probably a reason for being comfortable with changing in front of Raven, whom she considered a sister, but the empath wasn't on the same page. Sure, she was somewhat comfortable around Starfire, aside from the whole jealousy thing. And yeah, they had shared fitting rooms together multiple times, but having Starfire attempt to undress her like a doll was crossing the line.
"We must remove it before unraveling your hair!" Starfire explained innocently.
Raven sighed in exasperation as she regarded her teammate. "I realize that, Starfire," she deadpanned as she began taking off the hoodie herself, "but I am fully capable of doing it myself."
Starfire let out a giggle as she reached for the empath's hair. "I am sorry, friend. I am just accustomed to having others dress me, whether it be the royal servants or the guards of the - Oh! Your hair looks most beautiful, Raven!"
Raven grimaced in pain as a tendril of her hair brushed above the collar of her tank top, burning her neck slightly. Mentally preparing herself for the rest, she held in a breath.
Thirty seconds later, Starfire finished removing the last roller, and the empath's hair was cool enough to run her fingers through. Doing just that, Raven watched as the curls became looser and more natural-looking. Letting her hair part naturally in the middle, Raven took the stray pieces framing her face and pinned them to their respective sides.
Again, it was a simple look, but she was confident with it. After all, Beast Boy had already given his approval.
Feeling a swell of excitement stir in her stomach, Raven spared a quick glance to the clock on Starfire's wall. It was a quarter til six, meaning that the boys were probably just now starting to get ready.
She huffed in bitter amusement at that thought - immediately when they had gotten home, Starfire had shoved Raven into the bathroom and ordered her to shower. The empath had half a mind to be offended, but one look at her saltwater-coated hair silenced her thoughts.
After her thirty minute shower, which entailed of her basic shaving routine coupled with an extensive amount of hair-conditioning, she had ventured to the alien's room, only to be scolded for towel drying her hair and pushed onto the bed, where her redheaded teammate began painting her toenails.
Four grueling hours later, full of purple and pink nail polish, clean cuticles, freshly waxed eyebrows and pore-minimizing face-masks, had brought the girls to the point of making their foundation and doing their hair.
That ordeal lasted over an hour, and Raven found that it was now the moment of truth.
She was about to change into her dress.
Starfire had gone back to the mirror, applying the finishing touches to her makeup, and unknowingly giving Raven the privacy to change. The half-demon carefully removed her tank top, making sure not to mess up her hair, and picked her dress up from off of the bed.
Slowly unzipping the back, she stepped into the gown, watching as her feet became enveloped in the sparkly black material. Pulling the dress over her legs, stomach, and bust, she quickly removed her bra, before reaching around her back and grasping the zipper.
Cautious not to move too fast and cause it to catch, she listened with bated breath as the zipper began traveling towards her shoulder blades.
A gasp from behind her alerted Raven to the fact that Starfire had seen her. Turning around slowly, she was pleasantly surprised to feel a faint hint of envy emanate off of the alien, who was staring at her with wide eyes.
"You look... spectacular, Raven," Starfire breathed, before a brilliant smile consumed her face. "I am most pleased to say that I am doing the envying, friend!"
Raven felt a small blush heat her cheeks at the redhead's honesty, before she gave her teammate a subdued smile.
"Thank you, Starfire," she replied dryly, though sincerely. "You look amazing as well."
A mixture of gratitude and excitement poured from the alien as she pulled the empath in for a hug, careful not to mess up their hair or makeup. Raven was thankful for the gentler embrace, and wondered idly if she'd actually enjoy hugs if they were always like this.
As the girls parted, they both let out a small giggle.
"I do not believe the boys will know what has hit them," Starfire laughed sweetly.
Raven smirked in reply, before sparing a glance at her own reflection. With a burst of confidence surging through her veins, she felt her smirk blossom into a full-blown smile.
"They sure won't, Star," she agreed, brushing her hair over her shoulder.
Starfire let out an excited squeal as she sat on her bed, pulling the empath down with her.
Raven arched her brows curiously as she smoothed out her lap, giving the alien an inquisitive look.
"May we do a quick session of the girl-talk? For we are not expected in the common room for another half of the hour!"
Raven sighed in amusement as she nodded her head - it was really the least she could do.
Another chapter with like no BBRae interaction, but it was needed! The girls had to get all purty, after all! I really hope it wasn't too girly, but I had to give a good description of their looks! Hopefully I did alright! :P
Haha, so I'm a total idiot, btw. I thought that Friday was Saturday, and that I wouldn't get home til Monday, and that I wouldn't be able to post until Tuesday, but obviously that isn't true! My days are so screwed up, I swear! I try to keep track, but my work schedule is different every week, so I'm sorry if my days don't add up!
Oh! Totally random, buuuut... as I was packing for my little vacay, I found my old Fergie CD! Omg it was like the highlight of my month, I swear! It totally took me back to seventh grade, where I was such a preppy hood rat! Lmao
Seriously, that was like the weirdest year of my life! I would transition between Aeropostale hoodies and baggy-ass sweat pants, and I thought I was so cool when I cussed or sneaked out! Especially when me and my homies (lmfao) would walk around the bad neighborhoods at night (like total idiots - we're lucky our ugly seventh-grade selves kept us from getting kidnapped!)
Anywhoo, do any of you guys remember when Fergie did her own thing? Do you know the definition of Fergalicious? Does it make the boys go loco?
Haha sorry about the random questions- Ima post the next chapter tomorrow - and this one will have BBRae interaction, I promise! I also promise fluff! And less girly-ness! (Maybe)
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