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written for CHERRY RISING

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She lifted the clear oval glass to her lips, allowing the strong remainder of red wine to permeate her tongue, her taste, her senses. Then, with the container cup emptied and dry, set the wine glass down elegantly atop the bar's surface. She thanked him before flashing a winning smile with red lips -- the smile that she has been giving the bartender since her heels stepped foot into the tavern. She is far from intoxicated, and the man's ruggish appearance does nothing to suit her desires, though her posture is suggestive, and her classy orange dress in close enough to outline all the right curves. She is elegant, but inviting. She only wants one thing from him, but it's not what he thinks.
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The blonde picks up a white napkin nearby, and dabs at her lips and teeth, removing the crimson colorant. There was something about red wine that was calming to her, something that reminded her of blood -- like the streams that had recently run through Saffron City. Comfort of the color outweighed its minor nuisance of blemish, and she found herself also relishing the taste of the burgundy Cabernet. She catches the bartender's eyes on her as she re-applies a shade of romantic red lipstick that she takes from her pokeball belt, his attention centered as he ignores the calls for alcoholic beverages from other patrons. "Would you like another drink, miss?" He flourishes a dashing smile that could melt hearts. He's well aware of the flirtatious game she had been playing, and wants more. Too bad Fayna didn't have the time.
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She puts the lipstick back into its place and notices the time on his wristwatch. "Maybe another time," She feigns an apologetic smile, and reaches for her pokebelt. "Just let me pay for my wine, and--"
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His hand wraps around her arm to stop her, just as she had anticipated, his eyes pouring with chivalry and hope in one last chance to win the blonde's true attention. "No, miss. it's on the house."
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Fayna locks eyes with him, and her lips fall into a smile, allowing her eyes to stare back in gratitude. "Thank you so much. You are so kind..." She allows the words to tumble out as if the situation is a pleasant surprise. Little does the ruggish barbarian realise that he has just been tricked by the queen of deceit. She waits a moment, to let the "spark" between them linger, then turns around to have her heels meet the wooden floor, all the while smiling idiotically as foolish romance-craved women often do. "We'll meet again." Fayna laces the words with wistfulness as she walks away with a smirk, her obedient Ninetales trailing behind her, knowing that her promises were clothed in lies and that the real person she looked forward to seeing was waiting for her elsewhere.
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A few blocks later, she spots the purple fur of a familiar ghost pokemon in the shadows, and her blue eyes scan the area until they fall on her red-bodysuited back and long cranberry tresses. Cherry's quip is met with a snicker as Fayna stops behind her, a hand on her hip. Ninetales stops to sit down beside her, all the while keeping watch of the area. Ready to pounce if necessary. "Oh, you know," she cooes as she begins to admire the back of her hand, curling her fingers toward her eyes so that she can
praise her newly manicured and prettily painted fingernails, "Met a guy at a bar. The usual." Her cerulean blues look up to glance toward the second command inquisitively with a certain mischievous glint, noticing the girl's knife-twirling and wondering just how mad she could make her. Fayna inwardly scoffs at Cherry's use of the short steel weapons as warning, knowing that the second command was proficient in the art, but also knowing that she could take those knives from her before she even had the chance to throw them. The girl had such a temper sometimes. It was often the reason she was only second command.
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When she turns, Fayna is taken aback for a moment, but is careful to hide her emotions from her face. Though she had known Cherry for around a year now, this was the first time she had seen her without an eye-patch, revealing the socket of horrors where a lapis gem should have been. It was enough to send shivers down one's spine, but the blonde remained mostly unnerved, though the sight did want to make her recoil in disgust -- simply because it was just so ugly and gross. Still, she stared the girl in the face, in her eyes, as if nothing was wrong. There was an unspoken trust about this moment, and Fayna had known Cherry too long to treat her as if they did not share some kind of bond. To act as if the injury bothered her would be the same as stabbing her in the back with her sword. Though, of course, she would never admit such a loyalty to the Rising woman. It was better to be shown.
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The next words were strange, a phrase that the Cruor rarely used. Familial to only common civilian, to those who were considered normal in the world. The fact that the words even stumbled out of Cherry's mouth was proof of how nervous she actually was to be showing this side of herself to Fayna -- the fear of displaying her vulnerability. The killer blonde was sure the others had never seen her without her eye-cover. As violent, malevolent, rebellious, and deceptive as Cruor was, their members were still human. Cherry was still human. Even, Fayna has certain insecurities that she cannot pretend aren't there, try as she might. Things she had never displayed to anyone else. Not even her dad, or to the second command before her. Though, she was sure such a day would come sooner than she realised. The kinship between the two leading officers had grown considerably, and it was only a matter of time before she revealed her weaknesses to Cherry as well.
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This question was one of them, as Fayna cast her glance to the side, not used to displaying her true feelings. Now, it was her turn to feel exposed. She had been acting so long, it felt almost surreal to recognise her inner emotions, to distinguish those from the ones she made people believe on a daily basis. Her reply felt foreign to her, as if it came from someone else's lips. "Things are... difficult. But, the mission is underway." She couldn't deny that it had been hard coming back to her hometown. It was a place she had never wanted to see again, a location she thought she never would return to. Nostalgia was all around, memories that she had shoved in the deep recesses of her mind. Her mission was the only reason she had come back, and now that she was here, reliving her former experiences, a very small part of her somewhat regretted what she was about to do in the upcoming week. Afterall, this had been where she grew up. This had been her home. But, then again...
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Fayna allowed her eyes to meet Cherry's again in determination and resilience, shaking off the discomfort of displaying her weakness to another, and knowing that she was safe with Cruor. Now, she had a new home. A new life. A new purpose. And, it wasn't one she about to back down from so easily. The people of Goldenrod needed to pay for the life that they had neglected to give her.
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She crossed her arms, studying the red-head before her, still noticing her uneasiness, and did what she did best. Shifted the attention. "What about you?" Her words sincere, and her mind wondered what kind of answer the second-command would give her.

[attr="class","curragebot"]here you go~

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