Fandom: Final Fantasy VI (Squaresoft/Square-Enix)
Character: Kefka Palazzo
Word: Memories
How curious, remember a specific moment in time but not remember the date it took place...
With small and rapid taps to the carpeted floor with one foot, I waited crossing my arms with a hairbrush that Terra reached my bedroom where I would take care of the last details to complete her appearance. Hairstyle, jeweled and the application of some makeup that would highlight her skin and features. Only when I noticed her approaching steps, I uncrossed my arms and walked towards the door to allow her to enter the room, snorting.
Sorry I'm late! I heard her apologize between gasps, striding. Her hands grabbing part of the cloth composing her skirt. Multitude of golden curls bounced around her little face.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I shook my head and indicated with a elongated finger to take a seat on the stool in front of the vanity. Catching her breath, she obeyed what softened the expression on my painted face. In the center of the dark wooden surface a series of gilded decorated boxes waited to be opened while I stood behind her, having been reflected my advance in the mirror above. Her small shoulders shrinking beneath long waves of hair previous giggle, slightly startled as my cold white hands were placed on them. After a moment of thoughtful observation, clear irises fixed in her copy, I proceeded to gently brush the alined ringlets in her back with the comb, one by one, held by my other hand.
Motion that could prolong a good time.
The constant and repetitive sound of the bristles smoothing out each silky strand to twist adopting its natural form attenuated by the melody that its owner's lips produced after a short time of stillness at the same time that her two feet moved rhythmically in a swing against the material of the occupied seat. Contagious tune that I also ended up humming until I was satisfied with the activity. Discarding the hairdressing tool afterwards, leaving it on the table, I immediately opened one of the larger boxes in search of the perfect accessory for Terra's hairdo. A lot of hair bands, hairpins and long chains of pearls were removed without pleasing me. Disgusted I left the room to find one of my servants with the order to acquire a more appropriate ornament. The amount of gil didn't matter. Terra as the curious child she was felt like turning around and asking what was driving my sudden action yet she simply blinked and restrained herself.
Not having the fortune of finding the most obedient maid, what I imagined would be an instant became almost an hour. My whim as she called my demand being questioned which left the baby doll too long with nothing to do, except for poke around among my things. An error that would not happen again!
Perhaps at first glance, in a general look, everything seemed to be maintained in the same way but oh dear, there was definitely something different and that was easy to perceive in Terra's nonverbal language.
All good, sweetie? I separated my lips to ask, aware of the stiffness of her petite frame, moving through the vast space after closing the door.
Her quick affirmation sounding like a squeak. Mmmm suspicious.
I hoped so. My voice sounded very close to her this time, already reached the abandoned position behind in a few steps. As if nothing had really happened behind my back I took two or three ribbons to tie her curls in a tall ponytail. The tension accumulated in her body even visible in her reflected doll face, I smiled wickedly.
Once it was very stretched, I thought I could catch a sigh coming from her, ignoring that she would not be free to trot toward her room with her trickery so easily. Putting the items revealed in the first box again inside, it was the turn of that containing my select makeup products and brushes. Impregnating of the white pigment a rounded sponge, I sank it inside one of the crystal pots and I started covering the already pale face of terra with it, guiding myself by how much bare skin I saw in the mirror.
Why the use of makeup? She dared to wonder aloud after a long silence.
I pretended that the point was not related to me. "It is an effective way to highlight the already beautiful, my dear. Don't you like to look prettier?"
So she was much more direct. I know that, Lizzie already explained it to me but you are not a lady and you use lots of makeup... Soldiers do not use makeup... Just... Why? My fingers ceased to rub the sponge on her smooth epidermis. Will I ever see you without it? Her voice quavered as her gaze descended.
I ignore the reason but I couldn't help but laughing. Pressing the soft object between my fingers against my palm, adding sticky whiteness.
Terra, I want you to listen to me very well, what I am sure now you have found and read belonged to a man who already has nothing to do with me... Don't touch it again.
Then I spoke very seriously. Deadly serious.
Terra could feel it because she did not insist on the subject. And so we continue with what we had in hand. The silence surrounding us anew, the tension gradually decondensed. Concluding with last touches that no space remained unbleached. previous coloration of her closed eyelids and pouty lips. Chosen colors that match the tone of her clothes. Below some slipped tufts, the point of grace fell on the shining gem encrusted in the golden mold of the earring.
Leaning her both arms on the dressing table, for a while Terra stared at her reflection until nodding with a smile she jumped off the stool and left. I did not stop her, busy leaving the table clear.
