Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
“The only people who saw won’t say a thing.” She had to hope Damia’s pride was too injured (and her wariness of Vivi too great) to start spreading tales. The others weren’t in question. “Honestly, I’m uncertain if Tom has an opinion one way or another. And as for Miles… I’ll hit him for you if necessary until he sees reason.” A tease; Ari very rarely threatened physical violence to anyone. She pulled the towel away at the touch, examined her work. “You’re going to have to be patient with me,” she warned. Her Cure was terrible, pathetically weak and unreliable, but she summoned the green glow to her hands after a few moments of concentration, began closing up the cuts and fading the bruises, her brow furrowed in concentration. Aud stood still, watching the glow in the reflection before finally closing her eyes from the light shining too brightly. It wasn’t until she couldn’t feel the brightness that she bothered opening her eyes. Impressed, Audrey pursed her lips, raising her brows. “And here I thought your Cure sucked and I would have to put on piles of make up,” the grin that followed denoted the tease. Ari smiled back at her -- a rather weary smile, all told, because her magical skills really were abysmal, and her endurance for casting terrible -- and said, “Only the best for you, darling. I’ve been getting in plenty of practice pretending to cast at rehearsal; some of it was bound to have rubbed off.” She stepped aside to rummage in her bag, saying as she did, “You’ll still need the make-up, though.” She turned with two tubes of lipstick in one hand, a compact in the other. “The colors aren’t exact, but we’ll make do. Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?” Audrey flipped the compact over, reading the mark and color, before shrugging. “It’ll do.” Shaking her head, she smiled in gratitude. “I can take it from here.” Pressing the powder onto her face, she blended as best as she could, though thankfully the color change was hardly even noticeable. Picking the nude lip color, she applied it with ease before handing it back to the maid of honor. Brushing her dress off, she stood up giving her reflection one last glance. “This should do well, right?” “You’re lovely,” Ari said, taking back the make-up and stowing it back in her deceptively tiny bag. “Chin up -- no one will ever know. Shall we?” Arm in arm, the two of them left the powder room as if the scuffle had never been. |