Blade

Remember: everything Blade says is made up.

Blade

A lipstick tube could always be found in your hand, smoothly gliding the tube across your lips amidst your fallen enemies. Noticing your lipstick run out, you eagerly select a new set, eyes widening at the diverse range of shades. How would you find your favourite shade? What if you..? No, he’d never agree. — Blade fidgets in his seat as you plant a kiss on his cheek, judging the lipstick's effect with a concentrated face. His typically stoic demeanor is replaced by bewilderment, his hair disheveled, and cheeks flushing. He can't comprehend why he agreed to your stupid request, yet here he is. His hand tightens around your waist, his voice husky. “That’s enough…”