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TRUE BEAUTY
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening, Pokémon Sun & Moon, RP (Trustfell)
Character(s): Gangrel, Lusamine
Pairing(s): Gangrel/Lusamine
Word Count: 582
Summary: Is this an AU, is this post-game, who knows.
Notes: For Sable! I CAN'T QUIT THIS TRASH SHIP.
“Your hair is a mess,” She’d said, her eyebrows pinching together slightly and her lips curving downward in the start of a very annoyed frown.
“My hair is always a mess,” He had replied with the exact opposite expression.
He’s not entirely sure how she managed to convince him to sit in front of her vanity and let her mess with his hair, but here they are. She’s running her fingers through his hair to try to smooth it out (and to probably test to see just how unruly it is, because she genuinely does seem to believe that he never bothered styling it any despite his numerous protests to the contrary) and she clicks her tongue against her teeth as she works. Apparently she doesn’t approve. He can’t really say he minds.
“You’re very lucky I don’t have anything pressing to attend to this morning.” Lusamine almost sounds like she’s scolding him. There’s the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips though, and he knows better than to mention it.
“Oh, I know.” He reassures her with a wave of his hand. It’s lazy and the sort of unrefined gesture that only serves to annoy her to no end, which is exactly why he does it. “But you wouldn’t bother in the first place if you weren’t getting something out of it, hmm?”
“I can’t stand to be seen with you in public with hair like that.”
“And yet the beard is fine?”
Lusamine only sighs in response, but she’s smiling fully now. Her dainty, perfectly-manicured fingers pluck a comb from the table in front of him and she gets to work without further comment. He doesn’t bother her any either, despite how easy it would be to tease her about how cute her expression gets when she’s very focused. She doesn’t look nearly as poised as she probably wishes she looks.
(Or maybe it’s just because she’s around him; she’s always been a little different around him.)
Not only is she good at what she does but she’s surprisingly fast. Within ten minutes she’s tamed his hair back into something that actually does manage to look refined (“Kingly,” he laughs) and when she finally moves to rest her hands on his shoulders and join him in staring at their reflections in the mirror, her smile is gentle. “There, that’s better, isn’t it?” She coos, sarcasm dripping from her words.
“I still prefer my usual style.” Gangrel retorts and tips his head a bit to try to get a good look at the side. Slicking his hair back makes him look older, somehow. It’s not as though it’s unflattering, it’s just so different he’s genuinely not sure what to make of it.
Lusamine sighs and pulls back, shrugging her shoulders. “Oh well. I suppose someone like you wouldn’t recognize true beauty even when faced with it.”
He smirks at that and turns a bit in the chair to take one of her hands. “Oh? How amusing, it sounds as if you’re calling me ‘true beauty’.”
Her expression quickly sours and a blush rises to her cheeks. “That’s not—”
“Ah, but my taste is exquisite, wouldn’t you say?” He interrupts, standing and taking her other hand. She doesn’t pull away, despite the teasing. “I do have true beauty standing before me, after all.”
That settles her, just as he knew it would. “Of course you do,” Lusamine responds easily, smirking, “and you’re very wise to mention it.”
Character(s): Gangrel, Lusamine
Pairing(s): Gangrel/Lusamine
Word Count: 582
Summary: Is this an AU, is this post-game, who knows.
Notes: For Sable! I CAN'T QUIT THIS TRASH SHIP.
“Your hair is a mess,” She’d said, her eyebrows pinching together slightly and her lips curving downward in the start of a very annoyed frown.
“My hair is always a mess,” He had replied with the exact opposite expression.
He’s not entirely sure how she managed to convince him to sit in front of her vanity and let her mess with his hair, but here they are. She’s running her fingers through his hair to try to smooth it out (and to probably test to see just how unruly it is, because she genuinely does seem to believe that he never bothered styling it any despite his numerous protests to the contrary) and she clicks her tongue against her teeth as she works. Apparently she doesn’t approve. He can’t really say he minds.
“You’re very lucky I don’t have anything pressing to attend to this morning.” Lusamine almost sounds like she’s scolding him. There’s the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips though, and he knows better than to mention it.
“Oh, I know.” He reassures her with a wave of his hand. It’s lazy and the sort of unrefined gesture that only serves to annoy her to no end, which is exactly why he does it. “But you wouldn’t bother in the first place if you weren’t getting something out of it, hmm?”
“I can’t stand to be seen with you in public with hair like that.”
“And yet the beard is fine?”
Lusamine only sighs in response, but she’s smiling fully now. Her dainty, perfectly-manicured fingers pluck a comb from the table in front of him and she gets to work without further comment. He doesn’t bother her any either, despite how easy it would be to tease her about how cute her expression gets when she’s very focused. She doesn’t look nearly as poised as she probably wishes she looks.
(Or maybe it’s just because she’s around him; she’s always been a little different around him.)
Not only is she good at what she does but she’s surprisingly fast. Within ten minutes she’s tamed his hair back into something that actually does manage to look refined (“Kingly,” he laughs) and when she finally moves to rest her hands on his shoulders and join him in staring at their reflections in the mirror, her smile is gentle. “There, that’s better, isn’t it?” She coos, sarcasm dripping from her words.
“I still prefer my usual style.” Gangrel retorts and tips his head a bit to try to get a good look at the side. Slicking his hair back makes him look older, somehow. It’s not as though it’s unflattering, it’s just so different he’s genuinely not sure what to make of it.
Lusamine sighs and pulls back, shrugging her shoulders. “Oh well. I suppose someone like you wouldn’t recognize true beauty even when faced with it.”
He smirks at that and turns a bit in the chair to take one of her hands. “Oh? How amusing, it sounds as if you’re calling me ‘true beauty’.”
Her expression quickly sours and a blush rises to her cheeks. “That’s not—”
“Ah, but my taste is exquisite, wouldn’t you say?” He interrupts, standing and taking her other hand. She doesn’t pull away, despite the teasing. “I do have true beauty standing before me, after all.”
That settles her, just as he knew it would. “Of course you do,” Lusamine responds easily, smirking, “and you’re very wise to mention it.”