[ 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.

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. ]

[ 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. ]

his dress. She hums and coos and occasionally there's a little scoff, but eventually she seems to have made her choices. ]

Now, Rennac, you're going to be very. /Very/. Still for me. Understand? If your head moves even an inch while I'm working, I'll be quite cross with you. You /will/ be sorry.

Hmm... Now then, what shall we do here... I don't think we need to go overboard, really. You just leave this to me, hm?

[ Writer's lack of makeup experience is to be ignored <3 She considers carefully, occasionally lifting a palette to check a color against his skin, the jewelry she's selected,

admiring him in the mirror with a contented smile on her face. Then, she's back to busying about. ]

[ This time, it's her makeup she goes for, and moves to his side. Her hand goes to his chin, tipping it up toward the light, studying him carefully. ]

[ Is that a joke? A playful jab, tone mirthful, as she pulls a length of hair back behind his ear and begins to fasten the hairpiece in place. ]

It looks good. You should have more faith in me.

[ She places her hands on the back of the chair for a moment,

[ Gently, she steadies his head with fingertips to his temples, considering her work so far. One hand flutters, readjusting his bang, and the other reaches for the hairpiece. ]

I think orange is a good pick. Warm and summery, unlike your personality.

but she doesn't stray from her task, and thinks that this is quite pleasant too. ]

[ She glances up, catches his eye in the mirror, and briefly thinks that Rennac is being very brave not to complain like he normally would. She'll be taking advantage of this as long as he allows. ]