Lilith is a beauty. Orion has always known.
She has the kind of face that belonged in magazines -- strong brows, bright eyes, a high nose that cut a clean line down her face, softened by the lingering baby fat in her cheeks. Her lips were naturally vivid, the best to pair with those striking violet eyes.
Erica hadn't done anything heavy. She just tightened the details -- sharpened the brows, swept a bold red shadow across the lids to make those violet eyes pop even more. The red lingering at the corner of her eyes gives her a subtle but savage look: as if she’d just been bullied, but she wasn’t about to take it lying down.
Beautiful, yet dangerous.
Such a face, cupped by the pure white fur on her cloak she wears around her neck, is just...delicious.
Orion has never seen Lilith in make
