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This was a more dangerous idea than it seemed like on the surface

Angelus/Darla/Dru - 1860’s - Painted Whores

“But Daddy, only whores paint their faces,” Dru wheedled, looking at the gift of beautiful cosmetic jars Angelus had given her. “Good girls just pinch their cheeks for color.”

Angelus sighed. “Dru, you aren’t going to get color that way and Darla uses the stuff. You want to be beautiful for me don’t you.”

Dru looked over at Darla as if to say Angelus had just proven her point about whores.

Darla pinched Dru’s cheek viciously. “I think you might be wrong about that, my boy.”

Angelus wondered why two women weren’t as much fun as he thought they’d be.

Cordelia S 3 Armor

“No Harmony, don’t come to the hospital. I don’t want you girls seeing me like this. I don’t have on any make up. Thanks though. See you in school soon.” Cordelia hung up the phone. She touched the painful wound that ran through her body. At least Harmony had bought the ruse and it was true she didn’t want anyone to see her lying in a bed, a catheter in place because the steel rod damaged a kidney.

The real hurt was she had been betrayed by Xander. She had actually truly loved him and it hadn’t mattered. Cordelia wept.

Joyce – S 4 Losing Battle
She sits staring at the mirror, cursing the crows’ feet and laugh lines. Joyce can remember her mother teaching her how to apply makeup as young woman. It had been a right of passage, one she had initiated her daughters through as well. Where had that young woman gone? Now instead of painting herself to be alluring, she used all her skills to try and hide the years, a losing battle even armed with things guaranteed to make her skin look ten years younger. Joyce sighed. What did it matter? When was the last time anyone had been interested?

Connor/Cordelia – S 4 Why?

“I don’t understand.” Connor cocked his head at Cordelia as she tried to apply makeup by candlelight in his warehouse home. “Why do women think you look prettier with purple paint on your eyes and pink all over your lips and cheeks?”

Cordelia paused, lipstick raised. “We just do. Women have been painting our faces since like the Egyptians or something. I mean you had to see Fred doing it.”

“Didn’t understand it then either.” Connor watched with interest as Cordelia applied Precious Pink to her pouting lips.

“Just trust us.”

“I think you’re beautiful without it,” Connor replied honestly.

Giles - sometime…. Oh Rocky

L.A., he had finally escaped for a weekender. He had pulled on his tatty fishnets and his corset. His hand had shook a bit while he applied the makeup. It had been years since he had done this. It felt odd being back in heels again and yet a little thrilling. He had cast off his tweedy cage to be himself for a night.

If the kids could see him now, they’d die. He wasn’t even in the theatre showing ‘Rocky Horror when he heard, “Giles!”

Whirling he found himself face to face with a man in gold bikini briefs. “Spike!”

Connor/Angel – Post NFA Bonding

“This is a bad time, isn’t it?” Angel wouldn’t come inside Connor’s dorm

Connor’s voice shook as he said, “No, just studying for a make up exam. I missed one in genetics when a Audersik demon took a bite out of me.” He hadn’t seen Angel since that night in L.A. Angel had called once to say he survived but Connor almost hadn’t believed it.

“I’ll…I should go.” Angel turned.

Connor leapt up and caught his arm. “No, Dad stay. I’m glad you’re here. Making up with you, that means more than some stupid exam.”

Angel crushed Connor to him.

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