Ah, Princess LโArachel! โฆPerfectโฆ True happiness? Is this really what happiness feels like? -Rennac (Sacred Stones)
โจ๐๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ ๐'๐๐ป๐ช๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ต๐โจ
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Behold! The beautiful princess of peerless beauty - ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ณ'๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐! ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ !โก | MDNI
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.
Look, princess, I'm busy. Whatever it is. No.
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)
[he's absolutely nodding along in agreement as she lays claim to Rennac being poorly socialized.] ๐โโ๏ธ ๐โโ๏ธ ๐โโ๏ธ
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 // 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
๐// guy who only wakes up when its time to bully rennac (me)
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!
Congrats on the new staff @surehearted.bsky.social ~!
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)
[ 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,
[ Of fear? Of fear, he thinks. He can never be sure what torture she has in store next. It's not anything more pure than that. ] [ ... ] [ He's certain of his feelings on the matter, and if anyone were to ask he'd say them loudly. There's nothing else to consider. ]
Virion? You are a very strange man. -Libra (Awakening)
[ 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...
[ No flinching is a joke of a rule, is what it is. How is a man not supposed to flinch at something approaching his eye? ]
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 ]
[ ...He lets out one last deep, heavy sigh. The last movement before he gives up. Fine. ] Alright, alright. Don't need the princess in a tizzy right before the party. Go on.
[ Rennac is stuck in the time loop of Dame Ball until L'Arachel is satisfied. RIP. ]
But remember, I think that gambling is an immoral, inexcusable pastime. You can tell it is wicked, because of how good you feel when you win. -L'Arachel (Sacred Stones)
[ Well, that didn't last long. Oh well! ] Oh, hush. It suits you! If this is your one-and-only time dressing up, you might as well go all out. Honestly, you took your time getting dressed, but I expected you to have more trouble.
[ It's rare to see her without any on, the lady of chastity she claims to be. ] ... [ When they make eye contact, he feels his brow twitch. ] This dress is far too big. Was this many petticoats necessary? And the color? I wouldn't normally pick orange for myself.
Don't slouch, Rennac. Back straight! You know better. [ She baps him lightly on the shoulder with the comb she just picked up, then more gently starts to brush it through his hair, gentle but with purpose.
[ He's eyeing every piece of jewelry she holds up. Some of them, he almost protests about before she's tucking them back in the box. He knows how to dress himself. ] [ The man might not wear dresses often-ever-but he's a merchants son. He knows the basics of what should and shouldn't go together. ]
[ While Rennac was waffling and taking his sweet time, it seems L'ara made some progress on getting ready herself. She'll have to kick him out to change, though, obviously. ] Oh, hush. And stop that! It's very unbecoming. Not ladylike at all.
Wh- Augh- Wait- Hold on- [ His pathetic attempts at arguing are no match for the green storm around him. He finds himself standing behind the divider with a garment bag and box. He looks down at them. ] ... [ He's going to take his time for sure, but he is in fact putting it on. ]
[ Commander Anna has a Snapshot tome in hand and is offering pictures (for a cost!) near the balcony. She's taken a few candid shots to test that it works before all her hard work goes to waste. evelavrenti.neocities.org/images/gallery ]
Why? In preparation for the ball, of course! I knew you'd need something to wear, and I also knew you wouldn't bother to arrange something yourself. And you simply MUST accompany me! A princess can't arrive to a ball on her lonesome, you know! So obviously you must escort me.
... [ Squeezing his eyes shut and letting himself get dragged, even as he sighs heavily. ] Princess, how under the saints watch did you get my size for a dress? When? Why??
[ The doors have opened to the Askran ball room, and it's already brimming with life. A magic barrier covers the space, keeping it warm despite Ragnarรถk's invasion. ]
Of course, the hostess of such an event has to look the best~! I don't need a skirt hoop to look good.
[ emerging from the ether without a sound, as though she has been here all along. when did she start observing? has she been lying in wait this whole time? there may never be a true answer. she links her arm with Rennac's and starts to pull him down the hall. ] Oh, don't be so dour, Rennac.
The Dame Ball...? No thanks. That Summoner of mine has been making a racket about it all month, but I don't see a reason to don a dress.
[ าแดสแด ] ๐๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข... หหห โ หหห ๐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ.
หหห โ หหห ๐๐ซ๐ญ.