Welp I've found another fandom to drool over. I recently bought Tin Man, and I'm absolutely hooked. That being said, I will probably be writing several of these little post-part three ficlets and most will likely be of the DG/Cain variety. I have no idea as yet if they will all be chronilogical per se, but here's hoping.
And yes, there will be fluff. cackles
Wyatt Cain was in hell. The man in the mirror looked just as tortured. He tugged at the high collar of his dress uniform again, wondering how the hell he'd gotten himself into such a mess. It had all seemed logical enough to begin with. The Queen had offered him a job as Commander of the Royal Guard, and as by all accounts the Tin Men were nearly wiped out after the witch's destruction and might not even be re-instated, he'd jumped on the offer.
It wasn't like the job would be boring; Great Gale knew, the remaining Long Coats would keep things interesting for some time at least. And even then, the princesses, one in particular he knew, seemed rather adept at getting into trouble. Really, though he'd never admit it, it had almost sounded like fun. He glared at the mirror; he should have known there'd be a catch.
As if the thought of her had conjured her up, Cain heard the younger princess's voice outside the door to the fitting room. There was a knock, and then the door opened and DG and Glitch bounced in.
"Well now, don't you clean up nice?" Glitch, clad in his new finery as the Queen's advisor once again, smirked at the ex- Tin Man. "I'd never know you without your hat."
Cain leveled a glare at the head case that set DG grinning. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand as blue eyes shot to her. "Now Glitch, don't be a pest. He looks-" She took a moment to study the man before her. The tailored uniform looked spectacular on him, frankly. DG was responsible for the color, a deep blue. After her remark that "There's only one reason to dress a guard in red or black, and do we really want to tempt fate?" the Royal tailors had taken it upon themselves to update the uniform cut and color for all of the guards. She drew her eyes back up to Cain's face. "He looks… impressive."
Cain snorted and turned back to the mirror, fighting back a grin. "Well, I feel like an idiot." DG rolled her eyes.
"You know it could be worse, Mr. Cain." She nodded in Glitch's direction. "Your jacket could have a set of tails." Cain's lips twitched as he glanced over at his friend.
Glitch was looking at them both quizzically. "What's wrong with tails?" He twisted and turned in front of the mirror to study the tails in question. "I must say, blue is definitely my color." He paused, looking down at his hands, forehead furrowed. "A lot of blue…" He shook his head. "I must say, blue is-" DG laughed out loud as his indignant expression. Cain smirked; he hadn't hit the Zipperhead that hard. Glitch drew himself up. "Well, I can tell when I'm not wanted." He flashed a quick grin to take the sting out of his words, and left the room.
DG and Cain stood in silence for a while: him still fidgeting with the collar, and her watching him amusedly. "Oh come here." She went to him and carefully unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of his jacket and the top button of his shirt. She stepped back and studied her work. "That doesn't look half bad. What'd do you think?" Cain turned away from her, mouth inexplicably dry, and looked critically at his reflection.
After a moment, he sighed. "Alright, it's not that bad." DG smiled: it was as close to agreement as they'd get with Cain. His lips twitched as he met her gaze in the mirror. "Just don't expect me to wear the damn thing every day."
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