Do I want to know? Who: Alleria and Sylvanas Windrunner What: Getting ready for a shoot, Gauntlets thrown around. When: Friday Where: The set of Arrow of Truth Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 for mention of whips, ballgags, and scripts with incest in them. (no actual incest occurs in this log, or ever.) Status: Complete!
“So what’s this about keeping the whip,” Sylvanas said, sliding into the makeup chair next to her sister. She was completely nude, still, as the makeup crew had to apply a shimmery sort of makeup to much of her skin to give her that otherworldly look. It was time consuming, but looked a lot better than trying to do a camera filter glow, and cheaper than CGI.
Alleria had finished her daily dousing in glitter and luminizer, and was now costumed and awaiting the application of various other completely ridiculous things no real ranger would need to bother with, like fake eyelashes and face makeup.
She'd been reading a book as Sylvanas walked up, and she lowered it to cast a look in her sister's direction, "It's a good quality whip. Indiana Jones style. I want to train to use it to whip out candle flames and grab things."
One couldn't forget the coverup of all those little imperfections. A vain part of Sylvanas had no problem with this. Let people think they were perfect. Because they were. She glanced at her sister then laughed, "That will only reinforce the talk about you, if that's what you want."
Maybe her sister wanted that. Sylvanas didn't really care. Alleria had few enough things that made her happy, so she wasn't going to complain too much.
"Next we'll start seeing ballgags."
"That would actually be kind of amusing. But it's a shame that everyone would get the completely wrong idea if I used one on you," Alleria snarked, then returned to her book. She flipped a page, and let out a sigh, "It's not that I want the rumours to be true. It's that I'm tired of rumours one way or the other, I think. I'm just living my life. They can think what they want."
"From the way the next few scripts look, I think someone already has the wrong idea," Sylvanas replied darkly. She sat back, letting herself be pampered and trying to look on the lighter side of things. Like how much fun the shoots had been. The looks she'd gotten from handsome men. The fact they didn't have to scrape by.
"Do I want to know?" Alleria didn't want to know. She was already certain of that. She hadn't looked over the next few sets of scripts, herself. She hadn't had the time just yet - as it was she'd gotten off of an early shift selling coffee before coming in today.
It was probably something she'd have to threaten to kill someone over. She'd already told the producer once now that she wouldn't kiss her own sister. If they put that into the script, she was likely to throw the kind of fit that ends up going 'viral' on whatever the 'youtube' was.
"I think they want to play up that sexual tension from the third episode," Sylvanas replied lazily. "Which I wouldn't really mind if we weren't related in real life. Kissing women isn't horrible." It just didn't really get her motor running.
"I reminded them of the fit you threw during that episode and they said they'd reconsider it."
As if on cue, the scripts arrived. They had reconsidered it - pairing Alleria's character up with a dwarf played by a short gay man, and Sylvanas was to have a tragically erotic scene with a princess, shortly before the latter's death.
She started to laugh as she read it, "Oh, get this. It's your assassin who's meant for me and gets the princess instead!"
"... are you noticing the part where the kissing scenes on my end are two gay people trying to figure out how to make a kiss look at all convincing?" Alleria snorted, and tossed the script at the makeup table. She'd already read enough to know that the next few episodes were just going to be ridiculous.
"If this show wasn't paying our bills..."
And they gave her SISTER the lesbian pairing, of course. Alleria just knew that was on purpose. The producer hated her, probably.
He did, mostly because Alleria wouldn't sleep with him. Neither would Sylvanas, but that was different. For reasons. Sylvanas shrugged her shoulder, "The director will fix it. She usually does. I think she wants you and the assassin to hook up anyway. Or at least that's what the fans want."
At least her mood was improving. She'd almost forgotten what day it was the anniversary of.
Alleria hadn't forgotten. Sylvanas, however, was in a pretty good mood that day, and for her sister's sake, she didn't mention anything. Let her sister be happy. She deserved that much.
The makeup artists came over at that point, and began applying their eye makeup and things. Alleria's character wore an elaborate tattoo along one side of her face that had to be stenciled on. She sat there still as a stone, though both sisters had perfected the art of being able to speak while these things were happening, and it didn't interrupt their conversation much.
"...I still can't believe you keep trying to hook me up with people. If you keep that up I'm going to post on the internet that you need to get laid, and ask for any and all takers."
"I dare you," Sylvanas said, clearly not believing that her sister would ever do such a thing. She was only trying to help her, after all. Alleria had done so much, that Sylvanas didn't want her feeling lonely.
There were certain kinds of comfort she just couldn't give her.
The issue was that there were also certain kinds of comfort that Alleria didn't want. And maybe that was for reasons she didn't really speak about much, not even to the only person in her life who would have listened.
Danika was hard to get over, and the situation with her was catagorical mess. The woman kept showing up at random and confusing the hell out of her, bringing up complicated old feelings and then disappearing without a trace, as easily as she'd left.
Alleria'd been thinking about her a lot these past few days, in fact. She always seemed to do that around the anniversary of the deaths.
"I will. Are you really daring me to? I'll do it." Alleria snorted, "You probably won't even be embarrassed. I'll be the one who's more annoyed."
Sylvanas had once cornered her, when she'd been trying to leave. Threatened her really, fed up to her eyeballs with the mess she consistently left her sister in. She glanced at her sister, meeting her eyes, "You wouldn't do it, because I'd just do the same for you."
The glove had been dropped. Mutually assured destruction.
Well Alleria could hardly back down from that, "Fine. Sometime over the weekend, I'm posting that you need a good lay. Then you can post the same for me, and we'll see if we even get any takers."
She scrunched her nose up, "The people who do will probably only do it because we're on this show, you know. And the press will die. But that might be fun."
The woman had absolutely no intention of actually sleeping with anyone who DID take her up on it, however. That wasn't part of the deal.
The day Sylvanas had cornered Danika, they'd been living somewhere in North Carolina. She'd just tracked the windrunners down after a year of running from her own mother and the cult, and didn't feel like being pinned down. She hadn't appreciated Sylvanas' words.
Perhaps the flighty woman had taken them to heart, though, because she’d seemed genuinely remorseful the next time Alleria had seen her. That encounter had also been brief, but had seemed to be more emotional than usual. Alleria still had no idea why.
"What happens if we get any takers," Sylvanas asked, casually. Perhaps she'd take one of them up, if they weren't disgusting or otherwise distasteful. A meaningless encounter might be nice - and might even generate some much needed publicity for the show. She doubted her sister would do so. She really should though.
Sylvanas hadn't known about that most recent encounter. If she had she would have had words with Alleria. WORDS.
"If we get some takers, then maybe we do something about it," Alleria shrugged a shoulder non-committally. She tilted her head up so that the woman could apply lipstick and 18 layers of shiny gloss to her lips. When that was all done, she hopped out of her chair and stretched.
She'd been sitting in one chair or another for the last 3 hours, and really just wanted to get to the shooting so they could go home. She had plans. That involved getting really, really drunk.
"But only if they're takers that are worth it."
"Deal," Said Sylvanas, and held out her free hand to shake her sister's. Sealing it, as it were, like a verbal contract.
With witnesses.
"Deal," Alleria shook her sister's hand, firmly.
She had nothing to worry about. It's not like there would actually BE any takers worth taking, right?