Rennac!
[ Conveniently, she didn't hear him. And as usual, she bulldozes over him in conversation. ]
You're running a bit late today, aren't you? No matter, I'm quite flexible. [ Since when? ] Shall we head to the market? I've an order to pick up and a few things I'm in need of.
[ It's too late, Rennac. She is approaching. Swiftly. ]
Hmm... Hm?
[ Movement at the corner of her eye. ]
Aha! There he is!
โ Drat! Ugh. No one saw me. She hasn't turned this way, so if I juuuuuust....
Hmm... I thought I would take Rennac into town with me, but I haven't seen him at all today. That's quite unusual... Where could he be?
Everyone would tell me of my parentsโ bravery, of their honorโฆ But I will never see them. I will never know them for myself. Oh, what I would give if I could have met themโฆjust once. -L'Arachel (Sacred Stones)
I shall be off, then. The shopping won't be done on its own, I'm afraid. Perhaps Dozla could accompany me instead... Ah, I digress. Farewell!
[ And so like a whirlwind, she exits as quickly as she had appeared. ]
Oh, you flatterer! Why, of course. I shan't speak a word. Please do try to keep him out of trouble for me, hm?
[ Funnily enough, the amount of trouble Rennac seems to get into drops dramatically when L'Arachel is not around. Of course, L'Arachel herself hasn't noticed this. ] +
[he's absolutely nodding along in agreement as she lays claim to Rennac being poorly socialized.]
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๐ // rennac can't get anywhere when it comes to changing l'arachel's mind but forde being an expert princess wrangler is extremely funny 2 me
[ She talks about him as though he's a dog and not a retainโhired mercenary, like he has no say in the matter. ]
[ Taps her finger to her chin. As though it were her idea to begin with, ] Alright. Rennac, you are dismissed for the day! How magnanimous of me, no? Enjoy your day off.~
Oh! Oh. Hm... [ The cogs are turning. She seems thoughtful, tapping a finger to her chin. ] I do get the sense that Rennac doesn't do much socializing. [ Who could possibly be the reason for that? ] And perhaps Sir Forde would be a good influence on him. He does have behavioral problems, certainly.+
๐// guy who only wakes up when its time to bully rennac (me)
[ Ears pricked up like a nosy cat, she appears almost from thin air. ]
A what now? Rennac, you're far too busy for something like that. We've errands to run, remember? [ SHE'S errands to run, but Rennac is needed to carry it all, obviously. ]
Ah, and hello to you, Sir Forde. A fine day, is it not?
Huzzah! Evildoers, tremble before my newfound power! You shall not escape!!!!!!!!!!
Hiyah! [ She waves the staff around haphazardly with much vigor, bonking some unfortunate soul behind her in the head. ] Oopsies!
Ahem. Quite! No crime shall go unpunished, no matter how insignificant. Take that!
Oh, I could never give in to such a vile sin. Gambling is a pox, a boil upon the fair skin of mankind. -L'Arachel (Sacred Stones)
We planned this? I suppose I simply donโt usually worry about such trifling details. -L'Arachel (Sacred Stones)
[ As promised, the only thing left is a few finishing touches before she deems him party-ready. She steps away at last, and motions toward the mirror. ]
All done! Take a look. I've done a good job, don't you think?
[ She's beaming, overly-pleased with her own work. ]
I'm glad you have some faith in me after all. It looks quite good, if I do say so myself. Ah, we're not quite done yet, but the worst is over.
[ Finally, she releases him, turns away to swap tools, and Rennac gets some respite. She seems unaffected by the whole exchange, focused on her task. ]
using her grip on his chin to tilt his head as she tilts hers in turn, getting a good look at him. She must like what she sees, because she smiles that overly-confident smile, pleased. ]
Well done! I was expecting more of a fight, but you were very still for me.
[ L'Arachel is blissfully unaware of the torture nexus Rennac is currently experiencing, moreso focused on getting his look for the evening just so.
When she pulls the brush away from his face, she doesn't immediately let him go,
Virion? You are a very strange man. -Libra (Awakening)
Almost done. You're doing well, Rennac. I'm pleasantly surprised.
[ That teasing tone again, a small smile gracing her lips. At least one of them is having fun. She doesn't lie; her hand doesn't shake even a bit, steady and practiced.
It's only a minute or two, but to Rennac... ]
[ They're like that for several moments, L'Arachel focused, tongue peeking out from between her lips unknowingly, thumb keeping his mouth open while she brushes mascara onto his lashes. They're close, so very close, but it doesn't seem to bother her at all, her mind evidently elsewhere. ]
[ Her fingers lock his chin in place carefully, thumb lifting to his lower lip, pressing down and drawing his mouth open to assist as she brings the brush up. Her grip is shockingly strong, firm and steady as promised, prepared to fight back against any squirming. ]
[ She takes notice of his irritation, because of course she does, and she huffs. ] My hand is steady as stone, I'll have you know. If you move, I almost certainly will poke you. Stay. Still. Now...
[ Eventually, she moves to apply mascara, and she purses her lips, ready to scold him. ]
Alright. Now you'll have to work with me. Keep your eyes right here [ a delicate nail pointing to her chin ] and do NOT look away. And do your best not to flinch. Just trust me, hm? I mean it. No flinching!
[ At his acquiescence, she beams and gets to work. While she fusses over him, at least one hand is always on him, steadying his face, tilting him this way or that, leaning over him with an expression of dedicated focus.
Her movements are precise and deliberate, taking her time, but confident. ]
It is necessary! The dress code clearly states it. High femme, Rennac! If you're going to attend by my side, you're going to do it right. Now then, let me work my magic.
[ The writer does not use makeup and has extremely sensitive eyes, so please excuse him for his lack of firsthand knowledge. โจ ]
