TWENTIES
Requested by @moonwoodhollow and @leian-22
Starring Helena Zhao and Ulrike Faust
After hours, the most beautiful flapper in the city talks a straight-laced speakeasy proprietor into joining her for a clandestine dance (and maybe a little something more).
prove to me i'm not gonna die alone, put your arm 'round my collarbone and open the door. don't lie to me if you're putting the dog to sleep, that pet you just couldn't keep.
[All Singing]
One day you're slinging hash, feeling so rejected
Lightning flash, you get resurrected
Make a splash, now you rate the big bravissimooooo
Don't it go to show ya never know? (!)
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???: Oh just marvelous!
Diamond: EXCUSE me this is a closed rehears- Oh! Principal Lewis! Uh- I wasn't expecting you! You really should wait to see the show until the real performances! Who's this?
Principal Lewis: I'm sure it'll be great, however can I talk to you in my office?
is this out of left field for this blog? yes. is it a random hyper fixation i have formed? duh.
these were sort of difficult to do, but i think they turned out pretty well. all 5 poses are previewed here - the leg positions aren’t all that interesting so i left them out.
magdalena: [whispering] Your highness, why on earth did you drag me out here at this hour?
luca: Well, your majesty, I was laying in my bed, deep in thought—
m: Of course.
l: —when I realized that I never got a dance with you at your ball.
m: And?
l: And I plan on remedying that. May I have this dance, fair lady? ...Please?
m: …[lets out a lengthy sigh] Oh, alright.
. . .
m: Speaking of the ball… Will you finally admit how you recognized me?
l: Simple—the mark on your neck. I am the one who gave it to you.
m: What mark?! You gave me no such thing! I would surely remember—
l: [grins] The scar, your majesty.
m: Oh.
l: When we were children, the last summer before the war, we visited your family. Here, at this castle.
m: Yes… I remember now. You were quite the nuisance, even at that age.
l: And you were quite the prissy little girl.
m: [furrows brows] Touché.
l: Still, I developed a crush the moment you looked me in the eyes. I tried to impress you, of course, which only led to you liking me even less. So I found a dusty sword to show off my sparring skills.
m: [gasps lightly] It was you!
l: Indeed. There I was, practicing in the maze, and then there you were, skipping past my hedge.
m: You could have killed me!
l: I could have, and that is why I dropped the sword and ran. Luckily for me, all I did was cut your hair and a small section of the back of your neck.
m: …I was distraught over losing my long hair, you know.
l: But was it not impressive that it was a clean cut?