WIP Whenever
WIP Wednesday on a Saturday! Thank you for the tag @opheliatrevelyan 🥰 And in honour of your tag, I am sharing a WIP of our two girls for the bodyguard prompt you sent me!
“I’m not wearing this.” The offending piece of cloth shook in her face, and Rae brushed it aside with a disgusted scoff. Lacy, pink ribbons and billowy skirts that would only serve to impede her movement were not Rae’s ideal outfit for missions. Liadan seemed to disagree. “It’s the only other thing I have that will get you into the dress shop with me. You have to look the part or they’ll just throw you out, especially cause you’re—no offence—a one-armed elf. And you’re going to let me brush your hair. I’ll give you my silk gloves to cover your arm, too, unless…you’d rather I go on my own?” “No,” Rae snapped, snatching the dress from Liadan’s hands. “My intel—“ “Yes, yes, I know.” Liadan placed her hands on her hips, momentarily distracting Rae with the movement accentuating her curves and reducing her ire at being interrupted. “Your Red Jennies got some very unreliable intel that I’m going to get ambushed, but my people disagree.” From seemingly nowhere, Liadan produced a brush. Had she sewn large, hidden pockets in her dress? “It’s not like I haven’t taken precautions, I’ve got a knife on me, and I’ll drop this letter and run if I have to.” Rae frowned, holding the gaudy dress up. “That’s a bad plan, you need backup.” “Which is why you’re here.” Freshly baked strawberries had nothing on the sweetness of Liadan’s smile. A weapon in its own right, and Rae folded immediately. Not that she’d let Liadan know the power she held over her, there’d be no living with her—and not that Liadan knew Rae was living with her, but surely she must be bound to notice everything Rae had moved into her apartment in the months since they’d first met.
Tagging: @bibutterflies @tpseudonana @carako @writless and @rosadru
