yumekuro posting!? š«£ mel is so tart & SASSY and unfortunately i was entranced
āmelt me with a kissā š®
pairing. mel x nameless mc
pronouns. she/her
genre. fluff fluff fluff
synopsis. mel keeps mc company as she preps for a date
āIf you ask me, youāre just wasting your time.ā
From his spot lounging atop the Guild Keeperās bed, Mel watched her with a bored look in his eyes, kicking his legs in the air. āAll this effort for one garbage meister, and you donāt even know how to kiss. Donāt you think that makes you garbage too? I mean, this date was already doomed from the start, but at least you could say you had a chance if you practised first.ā
His slew of nasty criticism was nothing unusual. She knew him well enough not to let his commentary get under her skin. While he continued rattling off complaints about this and that, she carefully eyed her reflection in the mirror.
āI feel like my eyebrows are a little unevenā¦ā
āYou just noticed?ā
āBut thatās fine, I can fix it!ā
āEvening out your eyebrows still wonāt fix your face.ā
Maybe she was just too preoccupied on perfecting her makeup, but Mel felt like nothing but background noise. He had even turned his attention away to his nails, mindlessly spitting out half-insults without sparing her a glance.
It was only when he heard her ask, āWhich one?ā that he looked up again. She was holding two bottles of pink lip stain, awaiting his input.
āYouāll look tacky either way,ā he huffed. āBut the lighter one matches your outfit better, I guess.ā
She peered down at the shade he suggested, tapped her finger against her bottom lip in thought, then nodded to herself. He watched her apply it with delicate strokes, before she went back to fussing in the mirror. Any strand of hair out of place, any spot of skin she felt hadnāt been blended enough. She left nothing untouched. She might have been overdoing it, even.
Mel rested his cheek in his palm, not understanding the point in all of this.
āDo you think that no-name meister is putting in half as much effort as you? All this thoroughness feels like nonsense to me.ā
...ā¦? Unless her mind was playing tricks on her, that was the first comment Mel had made that didnāt insult her in some way. She looked at him curiously through the mirrorās reflection.
āYou almost sounded jealous for a second there.ā
Mel faltered for a moment, lips falling into a flat line. But he quickly rebounded and cracked into a wicked smile.
āWhatās there to be jealous of?ā He stuck his nose in the air. āI get your company whenever I want. Or is it your nonexistent kissing skills Iām missing out on?ā
Now it was her turn to pause. His words didnāt sting in the way he probably meant them to, but they stuck with her nonetheless. Heād brought up her lack of experience twice nowāand he was right. Sheād been feeling very insecure about it, in fact.
Pursing her lips, she picked up her lip-blotting tissue again. Then, hesitantly, she swiveled around to face him.
āActually, Mel, I wanted to ask a favorā¦ā
āHeh~? Maybe if you ask nicely, Iāll think abāā
He abruptly cut himself off. One look at the lipstick-stained tissue in her grasp made it clear what she was insinuating. As soon as that dawned on him, Melās lashes swept upwards, caught in a daze. But he forced out another taunt to deflect back onto her.
āT-This is some top-tier nonsense, even from you!!ā
āI-Iām being serious!ā She jumped to her feet, trying her hardest to keep her composure. āI wonāt force you, itās just... Iāll die if I embarrass myself tonight. Please?ā
Mel went quiet.
āWe can use the tissue as a barrier,ā she insisted.
ā...I donāt care about that... um...ā
He refused to meet her in the eye. A soft blush colored his freckled cheeks. This was not the first time sheād seen Mel become so shy, but it definitely wasnāt a side of him she was used to. When he finally flicked his eyes back at her, he crinkled his nose before letting out a quick tch.
ā...This isnāt going to save your garbage date anyway, but Iāll let you practice... once. And you donāt need the stupid tissue paper.ā Mel sat up on the edge of her bed, but made no other advancements. He simply waited for her to do as she pleased. It was her practice; she could do all the work.
And so, she tried to mimic what sheād read in books: she tucked a loose curl of hair behind her ear, squeezed her eyes shut, and blindly pecked his face.
ā...!ā Mel immediately lurched backwards, swiping the back of his hand against his mouth. āWhat was that? Youāve really got nothing but sludge in that brain of yours, huh? Be gentler!ā
āS-Sorry,ā she rubbed her own mouth, trying to soothe the pain from knocking into him.
Her second attempt succeeded in being gentler, but Mel thought it was still too stiff.
āHow are you this bad? You should be grateful I kept pestering you about this. That good-for-nothing meister wouldāve dumped you in seconds.ā
At that, she pulled away, clearly vexed by his words.
āIf youāre such an expert then why donāt you show me?ā
Mel was no longer shy like before -- this had evolved into an earnest training session, and he was determined to have it bear fruit. Without missing a beat, he cupped her cheeks in either hand. He then levitated above her, just for a bit of leverage, and pressed into her.
The difference in technique had never felt clearer. His lips were gentle, and warm, and molded against hers in a perfect blend of magic and passion.
But Mel broke apart just as quickly as he began. A smug smile crawled onto his face, while the Guild Keeper was left in a stunned haze. Heād taken her to enchanted places with just a single touch.
āLike that,ā he said simply. āLet me know if that meister can do it better.ā
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MEL : Hey, Volks, who made this tea? It doesn't taste good at allā¦
EMMA : Oh, that was meā¦
EMMA : (I made it for myself, not youā¦)
MEL : The steeping method is all wrong. How can you take pride in brewing a cup of tea like this?
MEL : And those flowers don't match at all!
MEL : The colors clash with the furniture! They're so ugly and worthless, why not just throw them away?
EMMA : (Those are the flowers the laborers bought usā¦)
EMMA : Mel, we plan to place those flowers on proper display at a later date.
VOLKS : Well, how about this?
EMMA : Huh?
Volks takes the flowers and moves them beside the staircase.
VOLKS : If we put them here, won't they harmonize with the room and look festive while doing so?
MEL : But that's beside the point. The flowers are all wrong to begin with!
Come to think of it, Mel's always like this around Volks. Always finding something to criticizeā¦
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Then one day at lunchā¦
MEL : Mmm, mmhā¦ What in the world is wrong with that chef's nose? They went completely overboard with the spices.
EMMA : Yeah? I heard they have a reputation for spicy food.
MEL : It's absolute ludicrous that people praise them for this kind of thing. I don't know how anyone goes out of their way to eat hereā¦
EMMA : Mel. You're way out of line.
VOLKS : Hmmmā¦ Indeed the spicy aroma in the air is incredibly strong.
VOLKS : For someone with such keen senses, it's only understandable they make you uncomfortableā¦
MEL : Hah! See, Master, I told you, didn't I? There's something wrong with the kind of freaks who enjoy this trash!
VOLKS : That said, Melā¦ One's preference for a food's taste or aroma varies from person to person. No matter how worthless you find them...
VOLKS : Not everyone agrees with you, you know that, right? Take myself and Emma for exampleā¦
MEL : Huh? Ughā¦
EMMA : I'mā¦ Sorry for getting so mad at you, Mel. I've been trying to be more like Volks since the last time you guys had an argument like thisā¦
VOLKS : You don't need to apologize, Emma. Such a rebuke can be an important factor in one's growth.
VOLKS : Hmā¦ In that caseā¦
VOLKS : If you're feeling the same way, then I will redouble my efforts to refine him.
EMMA : ā¦ā¦ā¦..?
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One day, after another such exchangeā¦
VOLKS : We've received a request from Gloria, the land of majesty and power. They wish for the Dream Weavers to coordinate an event for the Princess debutante.
EMMA : Debutanteā¦? So its a party to celebrate her public debut?
VOLKS : Yes. And as per the client's wishes, it must be perfect in every way.
VOLKS : So, I wanted to askā¦ Emma, you're a girl, and Mel's incredibly insightful. ā¦What do guys think?
MEL : Hah! They want it to be perfect? Pity, you don't know the meaning of the word!
EMMA : (Mel's looking even more upturned than usual todayā¦)
MEL : Heh, hehā¦ But, oh well? If you say you need me, I'm powerless to stop you. So what can I do for you?
VOLKS : Thank you for your help, Melā¦ Now then, let's beginā¦
VOLKS : To start with, I've prepared a sample dress for her to wear at the big event.
EMMA : Wow! It's stylish and fresh! It's perfect for a girl's public debut!
MEL : Hmmmā¦ Maybe for your average girl, but you're kidding yourself if you think it's the kind of thing a princess would wearā¦
MEL : Of course, it's perfect if you're looking to blend in with the crowd, but it simply has no impact at all. The princess would have to be super plain and super boring to wear a dress like that!
EMMA : (Harsh as always, it seemsā¦)
VOLKS : Your opinions of the princess aside, I appreciate your honesty. Did you have any other concerns?
MEL : Of course I do! Let's just start from the bottom and I'll tell you everything you did wrong, okay? Let's start withā¦
Mel began listing off one scathing remark after another, criticizing everything he laid his eyes on. But even still, Volks simply listened to every last one of Mel's criticisms with unwavering satisfaction, smiling all the while.
If you're beautiful, you become prone to jealousy.
If you're brave, you get hurt.
If you're kind, you get taken advantage of.
And if you're smart, you learn to fear everything.
And that can't be good at all, can it?
One day, when I was working as guild keeper to the Dream Weaversā¦
EMMA : Volks-san, I've come with the documents you requested.
VOLKS : Thank you. That must have taken a lot of time and effort on your part.
EMMA : Oh, it's nothing. If there is anything else I can do just, please, let me know.
EMMA : Wow! It's so beautiful! Is that what they call a diamond in the rough?
VOLKS : Yes. the colors are exquisite, are they not? Still needs a good polishing but it has potential.
MEL : Wow, really? So these are the kind of gems you look for, Volks?
EMMA : Mel?
Mel, the Black Fairy, appears, from the key, looking over at Volks' hands with his typically perfect posture and eccentric pose.
VOLKS : Oh, so you're interested in these gemstones too, hmm?
MEL : Well, yes and no. I can't help but wonder how a gemstone can quite have so many obvious flaws...
VOLKS : Flaws, you say?
MEL : Yes, yes. Look closer. Look at that stone right there. It looks pretty at first glance, yes, but there are very fine cracks in it.
MEL : And that stone is tainted with carbon, so even if you were to polish it, it would only sell cheap on the market, no?
MEL : This is utter nonsense, my dear.
EMMA : What do you mean by cracks? And what's wrong with the gemstones containing carbon?
VOLKS : It's a contributing factor to a gem's declining market value.
I looked closer at the gem Mel pointed to, and quickly identified the same tell-tale black spots of carbon within the gem.
VOLKS : You are quite knowledgeable and observant, Mel!
MEL : It's only natural to know this stuff, no? If anything, I'd think it crazier if you didn't know!
EMMA : (I know it's a little late to askā¦ But surely it has to make Mel suffer always maintaning a pose like that...)
MEL : Soā¦ Why is a Meister Dream Weaver and pyroxenite connoisseur inspecting such junk gemstones?
VOLKS : Because these gemstones are not mere junk, Mel.
VOLKS : While it is true that these stones have their defectsā¦
VOLKS : They also shine brightly and have remarkable color among gemstones. Cracks do not make the whole stone worthless.
VOLKS : We aim to maximize on the potential each stone's individual qualities, cutting and polishing them creatively to remove any cracks.
MEL : ā¦ā¦ā¦
VOLKS : As for this stone with the carbon, is it not otherwise a beautifully clear gemstone.
VOLKS : The carbon itself is very fine, and I believe it possible to decorate the stone with such elements with careful cutting.
EMMA : I seeā¦ So it all depends how you process itā¦
VOLKS : Yes. To assume the value of anything is to foolishly squander its potential.
MEL : Hmmm? But that's just forcing a bad stone to be something it's not, isn't it?
MEL : A bad stone is still a bad stone no matter what you do to fix it. If it isn't perfect, it isn't worth anything to meā¦
EMMA : (He's arched his back even moreā¦)
VOLKS : ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦..
VOLKS : So tell me, Mel. Which of these gemstones do you think is the most valuable?
MEL : Huh? It doesn't really matter which one I choose, does it? They're all junk. If it's not perfect, it's pointless.
VOLKS : If they're all the junk, and none are perfect to begin withā¦
VOLKS : Then what does it hurt to pick one?
MEL : ā¦ā¦You're persistent. Okay, then it's this oneā¦
Mel picked the single most boring, plain looking gemstone of them all.
VOLKS : Hmmm. It would seem you have a good eye after all.
MEL : Huh? No, I certainly have eyes and can see perfectly, that's true, butā¦
MEL : I just picked that one at random, okay? Is this really all you do?
No matter how many barbed words Mel muttered, Volks calm demeanor never shifted an inch.
On the other hand... Seeing Volks look so calm seemed to really be getting under Mel's skinā¦
