Lazily munching a burger like she didn't disappear for months.
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βοΈA Saint with aspirations of godhood.βοΈ Writertag: #RabidSmolThing Adult muse and mun, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT please.
βοΈStill alive, just no muse for Raizel. I'll be back when I gain some. Sorry for the silence here.
βοΈMuse is still limited as I continue to binge Dragon Age. Will attempt to get activity going this evening when I finish work.
βοΈSorry for the inactivity, been rebinging the Dragon Age games from the beginning. Hoping to get some replies out this weekend though.
βοΈSorry for the inactivity, been rebinging the Dragon Age games from the beginning. Hoping to get some replies out this weekend though.
"You mean the Masako forces? Yeah, I'm familiar with them..." It was her turn to sigh, her gaze turning toward the gorgeous view of the city outside. "I'm in no shape to tangle with them, though."
"Are ya sure? I'd hate to leave you with only a partial makeover, but I'd hate to make you uncomfortable more." She hesitated to pick up the mascara, worried to offend the older Witch. "I can get the makeup remover if you'd prefer to end it here..."
γ €γ € γ €γ €β’A sigh escapes her mouth, and a hand immediately goes up to Raizel's shoulder. γ €γ €"It's alright, you did what you think was best for you to continue." γ €γ €β’Her hand moves to her lap, one clasping the other. γ €γ €"You may continue. I promise I won't attack you." γ €γ €
She got a new toy. Time for a little Mayhem!
"I'm just tired, 'sall..." She tried to muster the energy for a smile, only to yawn instead. "Kid's zapping all my energy, I'm tired all the time now..."
"I... Sorry...". She set the mascara down, busying herself with untying the other. "I'll try to avoid the scars, 'kay?"
γ €γ € γ €γ €β’Her frown deepens. γ €γ €"Pardon me, then, it feels odd when someone else touches my scars." γ €γ €β’still doesn't seem pleased about being tied up. γ €γ €
"You punched me in the nose when I attempted to do your blush..." So, yes, she must be tied to the chair.
γ €γ € γ €γ €"I appreciate your kindness, young witch, but must you tie me up to a chair?!" γ €γ €β’would literally attack anything that comes too close to her face, including another person's hands. γ €γ €
Whiskey/whisky after a bad day, tequila when she wants to party and rum when she just wants to drink for drinking's sake.
"Stop struggling, I can do your mascara when your face is scrunched up like that!" the Saint insisted as she attempted to do the elder Witch's eye makeup.
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In her eyes, she's a liberator but to the majority, she's absolutely an oppressor.
She's here and ready to greet the day.
"You know what I mean, though!" she insisted, trying desperately to get her point across. "Fuck's sake, it's like you're trying to disagree with me for you own amusement..." She huffed softly, crossing her arms over her chest.
γ €γ € γ €γ €β’She gave an affirming hum. γ €γ €"Not really a twin, no. Not age-wise at least. I'm around a decade or two older." γ €γ €β’it's not a major difference, but she still felt the need to correct the girl. γ €
"Look, I'm not gonna call you 'Mum' or anything, so you don't have to worry about that. I've only got one of those, and we don't speak. So I understand that you and Mum are two separate people. But you're kinda like her cosmic twin....so that at least makes you an aunt or somethin'."
γ €γ € γ €γ €"That depends." γ €γ €β’She was surprised with how easily the younger Umbra accepted her as family, as she herself wouldn't immediately accept an alternate version of ... well, anyone as family. Not her father, or mother, or herself. Her 'sisters' were the result of camaraderie. γ €γ €
Raizel blinked as Yingzi explained traditions she had already learned in childhood. While she wasn't the best at following those traditions, the lessons had at least stuck in some area of her mind. "I know that, that's why I asked you. You're another version of my Mum, so that makes you (
γ €γ € γ €γ €"An Umbra's hair is sacred. From a young age, Umbras are taught to care for their hair as if it's their own heart. Only a witch's family or trusted friends or lover can touch it, let alone do or clean their hair." γ €γ €
"Oh, so it's a romantic thing? Dear Sheba, this is beyond awkward, I'm sorry...." A blush dusted her cheeks, avoiding meeting the elder Umbran's gaze. She clearly had no idea what she'd been asking. "I'll just... Shuffle off to the shame corner..."
γ €γ € γ €γ €β’The response elicited a giggle from her, two hands pulling Raizel backwards so she can adjust the younger woman's bangs. γ €γ €"Forgive me, I must reword that. If an Umbra Witch lets you braid their hair, then they must trust you very deeply." β&β
"I don't really have anyone to help with my hair, and I know how that sounds as an Umbran, but I can't exactly waltz into a salon and make an appointment." Her status as a wanted criminal made it difficult for her to do a lot of things most took for granted. She was +
γ € γ €γ €β’The General separated Raizel's hair into three, before meticulously layering one over the other. She had taken off her gold claws to make sure it won't be messy. γ €γ €"I'm not sure why you suddenly came to me for this, but I am quite touched." γ €γ €β’once done, she tied the end with a simple bow. β&
Perfect. He can hold her hair back while she pukes.
Purrrrrr. She returned the gesture, then skedaddled to the bathroom.