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manipulator) wrote2021-09-11 12:14 am
manipulator) wrote2021-09-11 12:14 am
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[ scaramouche's ego is too ironclad to be threatened by wearing a wig or a dress, as frilly as it may be. he is the best of the harbingers at putting on an act, and an old pervert won't think to hide much information from an innocent young girl.
why the tsaritsa assigned childe along with him, he doesn't know. perhaps as a red herring, a bad actor and an obvious spy who can be sacrificed when necessary, which brings him enough comfort to keep from complaining.
the master of the house will be returning later in the day but they've already been assigned their duties. scaramouche arrived earlier than expected to snoop around and prepare his troublesome outfit. he's managed to squeeze into the tight dress and slip on the thigh highs and high heels by the time he hears the door open.
he and childe were assigned the servants' quarters nearest the master bedroom with little else beyond two worn cots and a dresser already stocked with their uniforms. scaramouche is brushing through his long, straight wig and doesn't spare a glance to childe.
the only acknowledgement he gives is to turn his back, dress unzipped and sleeves falling down his shoulders. ]
You. Zip me up.
why the tsaritsa assigned childe along with him, he doesn't know. perhaps as a red herring, a bad actor and an obvious spy who can be sacrificed when necessary, which brings him enough comfort to keep from complaining.
the master of the house will be returning later in the day but they've already been assigned their duties. scaramouche arrived earlier than expected to snoop around and prepare his troublesome outfit. he's managed to squeeze into the tight dress and slip on the thigh highs and high heels by the time he hears the door open.
he and childe were assigned the servants' quarters nearest the master bedroom with little else beyond two worn cots and a dresser already stocked with their uniforms. scaramouche is brushing through his long, straight wig and doesn't spare a glance to childe.
the only acknowledgement he gives is to turn his back, dress unzipped and sleeves falling down his shoulders. ]
You. Zip me up.
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he understands his role in this assignment perfectly. while he can attest that scaramouche is a disturbingly good actor, childe is there to eat up attention. to be the walking, talking, charming distraction for their dirty little spy. he's meant to talk too much, to ask too many questions, and otherwise draw attention while scaramouche does the dirty work. hardly a thrilling task, but childe makes a fashionable arrival. despite not yet being dressed in a servant's attire, he's dressed down for just this occasion, but it'll be nothing compared to his comrade's.
oh, and how enjoyable it should be to see the balladeer slip into maid's dress. it's a sight he never dreamed he'd see. when childe opens the door, it's to find the other harbinger already dressed. what a surprising sight. one surprising enough, he stalls in the doorway for a moment.
scaramouche wears it without a single iota of his pride fazed by the absurdity of it.
how utterly unsurprising.
he closes the door behind him with a solid click, stepping inside their pitiful room, his amusement perking when scaramouche turns. it should be a shame how good he looks like this, easily passable as a cute maid, small milky shoulders peeking out as the dress slips, if only childe didn't know better.]
Right away, my lady, [ he says with his very best manners, falling into character if you didn't count the amused smile. he crosses the room in a few long strides that bring him to scaramouche's back. he takes care to brush his hair out of the way before his fingers catch the zipper to begin to slide it up. ] I wonder, isn't it unseemly for us to be sharing a room? What wonderfully upstanding morals they must think I have.
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