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To ask again would only insult her resolve. The girl had said she was ready, and whatever her motives they were apparently passionate enough to spur her forward. Even if she was unable to pinpoint the reason.

Now he had the task ahead of him. “If we were at my office, I would have more to work with,” he lamented, even as he moved to the kitchen drawers and revealed that each stored copious amounts of make-up. They covered all hues and the tools required for their application. To hide or to bloom, the Pirate Prince was prepared for any camera angle. “This will have to do.”

“I can begin now, if you find that you’d like to walk around campus for a time and flaunt my work. Or we can reschedule so that you’re ready for an occasion. Perhaps delivering a speech, or applying for a job. Maybe a rendezvous with a friend of yours.” A brush twirled between his fingers on one hand, the other held bottles of varying importance.

“We’ll need to do something with your hair, too.”

to each their own ;; cavendish + sakura

— ❀ A single brow lifting in surprise, it seemed all sense of bravado from before has faded away. But Sakura was still insistent, still wanted to see what he would hold for her, as this subject was clearly one the pinkette was unfamiliar with. It felt good to be treading on areas she didn’t know too well, prospect of the unknown was a good feeling. 

And he had built her up just to… delay her excitement. 

Of course this was what she wanted! She wouldn’t agree to anything if she wasn’t sure. But for whom, for whom she would be doing this for, that was something different all together. This was only just another thing. 

She could handle it. She’s handled worse before.

“Yes.” she answered, now with seriousness. Viridian eyes met his, strong and sure. “i want to do this.“ 

#haruxno

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“Such a wonderful canvas assaulted by such a jarring hue.”

Cavendish couldn’t imagine a world where a woman could look like one such as this, and still wear such an outfit. “Surely you can see the error in your wardrobe choices?”

There is a sudden tilt to the head of the cat like woman as she watches the other figure all but seemingly loose their mind at her vividly orange cover, fingers plucking at the soft but durable material.

“Orange is a rather energetic color…what’s wrong with it?”

#flvshqueen #ooc; yoru rocks any outfit tbh

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There was a lot going on in this particular flower’s mind. A shift of thought in a hurricane of emotions. It appeared as though she was being swayed to his cause, but with a sigh he needed to admit that it was perhaps with a twisted arm that she would concede defeat. All had a desire to be noticed, it was unfair to pluck at the string the young lady had ignored for so long. Especially if she were unable to pinpoint the reason she wanted it.

“I apologise,” he answered, mildly disgruntled that he’d forced her into this position, refilling his glass. “But I appear to have been mistaken.” It was a turn around of sorts, and might just summon forth a wrath of sorts. But it needed to be said. “You stand at the crossroads with a charming devil making you a bargain.” Smiling, he twirled a lock to better cement who the devil was.

“There would be no greater honor than to sit here and make you the lady I envision, but are you sure that is what you want?”

to each their own ;; cavendish + sakura

— ❀ Sakura was stuck between being comfortable, and being uncomfortable. No inbetween, just muddled thoughts of confusion at what was actually taking place in front of her, the mere contact of fingers on chin sending a chill through her spine.

Well, Sakura was indeed a woman…

And she couldn’t help but feel inferior to her fellow kunoichi’s, even if her fighting style met on par with theirs, there was another side that she felt she couldn’t live up to. And that side was one she wholeheartedly relied on her friend to carry out. The pinkette didn’t have quiet enough knowledge to know the difference between concealer, and fountain. 

You both put them on your face, right?

“A-ah…” Staring intently into his eyes, she felt herself nod. Yes, he was right. Sakura wasn’t wanting to look pretty for others, she wanted to feel pretty for herself. 

A slight shift of gaze.

Yes, that’s right, only for myself…

Again, she now retained eye contact. “Okay.” she said, repeating it more roughly. “I’ll do it. I’m…r-ready.” 

#haruxno

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It did count as behaving, but her first comment had Cavendish rolling his eyes and pushing her into the change room. Their standards were certainly different, but the comment was best left unsaid. “It’s a graceful piece,” he explained as he waited for her to reemerge, a moment that came quickly enough. The young lady had some speed on her.

“You look like you’re being tortured,” he chuckled, taking her arm and forcing her to do a twirl for him. Ah, it was lovely! However.. “It doesn’t suit you,” he conceded. “You’re far too wild.” Hot-headed would have worked just as well.

Pushing her back into the fitting room, he searched through the options and pulled out a second dress. “This might be more to your liking,” he suggested, handing it over the door.

Cavendish & Tenten: Swan Lake Attack

#tennie tens #ooc; let's play shinobi barbie

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“If you behave and at least pretend you have an interest in how you appear, perhaps I can show you sometime,” he offered. It would be rude to turn away a potential fan in their chance to see the Prince atop the beautiful Farul, wielding a blade of legend. Someone should paint him.

Carefully perusing his selected dresses and tights, he plucked one from the pile. “There is no doubt there is a fire within you,” he explained. “But perhaps it could be less like a forest fire and more like the sun? Fiery, yes, but also the giver of light and life. The very thing all flowers are born from.”

He ran a finger along the fabric as he handed it over. “Plus, it’s very cute wouldn’t you agree?”

Cavendish & Tenten: Swan Lake Attack

#tennie tens #ooc; it's A-OK!

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“On the contrary, anyone with a passion can make their field an art,” he countered. “I cant boast a proper understanding of architecture, and yet I can appreciate the end result. I can not abide smoking, however.“ The audacity of this creature to presume to judge Cavendish was absurd.

A little more insight into the man revealed quite a bit more. An experiment, on himself? Crude. And the man was considered dangerous in his own way. Caution would need to be exercised. “I’m still considered dangerous,” he mused in return. “But very well. Don’t take your work home with you and keep the air clean and I wont need to call pest control.”

"I was wondering are you always this loud? Because I usually have a lot to do and if you are, well can you give me your schedule so I know when to not try and work while you're at home or go to the library to work? Thanks."

Adjusting his newest flower arrangement by the television, Cavendish had to take a moment to sigh. It was a cruel fate that he had been cursed to live with such a vile creature.

“Would you soften a lyrebird’s song for your own selfish needs?” he asked, raising a hand before the demon could answer. “Speak not, for their is a certain serenity to your silence. My schedule is as changing as a brook, and serves the whim of my customers. I suggest you reserve a space at the library for your..” He waved a hand dismissively. “Whatever nonsense you partake of.”

#akonma

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“One of the best on all the seas,” he boasted. Of course he couldn’t claim that he were strongest, not with monsters like Mihawk serving the government. But there were few others who could match his prowess with a blade. “How else would a prince save fair damsels?” he added with a wink.

Her words were sharp, but they failed to hit the mark. Swing and a miss. “Your heart hasn’t found a focal point for your affection? That simply wont do.” How could love and kindness blossom if it wasn’t nourished early. Young love, all passion and no thought before maturing into something more.

With a reluctant sigh he nodded and waved towards the changing rooms. “Very well, that should do for now. I’m sure you’ll see my point of view after the first outfit.”

Cavendish & Tenten: Swan Lake Attack

#tennie tens

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Cavendish had cracked the steely exterior the young lady had first adorned on her arrival. Any pretense of confrontation had been eroded as the be all and end all of the material world slowly sunk it’s claws into the situation; a makeover.

The adorable noises the pinkette emitted, the elegant blush that emblazoned her cheeks-- a lifestyle of fighting she may have chosen for herself, but at heart she was as all creatures of sense were. A desire to be seen burned within them. To be acknowledged and adored.

“You can’t be backing down now,” he sighed, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Listen closely. It is important that we always hold our appearance in high regard, but never look our best. Otherwise for special occasions we can’t go above and beyond. Furthermore, we needn’t do this for others but instead for ourselves.” Taking her chin between forefinger and thumb, he forced her to keep eye contact this time. “You simply must allow yourself this.”

to each their own ;; cavendish + sakura

— ❀ Well, it was true Sakura had granted him permission, but… she felt strange being looked over and… touched in a weird way. Alas, she had given him her word, so there was no complaining allowed whatsoever. Besides, Sakura had already gotten her words out before. 

When he touched her hair, she blushed. No doubt he was judging her lack of style… She hadn’t gotten a hair cut in Kami knew how long. But she ended up letting out a little squeak of surprise when he unexpectedly raised her arm upwards and curiously examined it, a little too close for comfort on her end. 

“O…Oi…” 

Her face burned yet again when Cavendish locked eyes with her for the seventh time now, this time actually managing to avert her gaze elsewhere. 

“T-thank you but…What’s on your mind?” She replied, still red as a tomato. Sakura could handle a lot of things, she could handle snakes, oversized slugs, ino’s taunts, but… makeup was an entirely different thing. 

“Eyeshadow? Outfits?” Sakura blinked rapidly. “No way…”

#haruxno

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Have you ever once in your life been humble?!

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Welcome to the wedding.

Upon your arrival at the entrance to the ceremony, a single white, beribboned paperbag is handed to you- with the Uchiha and Yamanaka clan symbols lovingly printed on the front. 

Inside the bag is a prettily packaged box housing several wagashi, as well as a white lace and floral themed piece of paper, the itinerary.

No guest receives the same wagashi. Each and every one is differently designed, as per the bride’s wish for everyone to feel special.

She emphasises this by attaching a tag to the wedding favour.

It reads: “Thank you for coming! ♥”

#itaino wedding #submission

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#YOU CAN BET YOUR BOTTOM DOLLAR I'LL BE THERE #submission

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Dreams of Grandeur

Quiet footsteps pattered along the pavement, bare feet treading lightly, swiftly as the Prince moved. The moon was full and cast a pale beauty over the land, flowers swaying and drinking of its twisted rays. Cavendish stopped to pay them the respect their beauty demanded, and in part to steady his breath. To calm his shaking nerves. Pulling his robe tighter, finger and thumb pinched the bridge of his nose. What a truly horrid dream.

“If you were outside in that mess, you’d be dead in an instant-bay.

The memory racked his mind, a headache splitting through his skull as images of the Cannibal flashed vividly in blurs of green. How could a man be so certain of a thing, if the thing happened in a dream? Robe billowing behind him, Cavendish turned heel and marched onwards. The walk was uneventful, save for when another member of faculty tried to halt him. He was sent away without much effort, his destination nothing nefarious nor too distant.

When he arrived his host was already awake, having seemingly shared Cavendish’s unrest. “You can’t sleep either?” he whispered softly, bewildered that the dream might be shared between them. His functions were locked in his confusion, so it was with a great credit to his instincts that he could find the brush in the dark and set to Farul’s mane. 

The dream had played out like a poorly written story, gaps in his knowledge as infuriating as the mummer’s farce he’d been subjected to. There had been divine intervention, a sinister plot and over and over again--

“I’m entrusting the others to you!”

--Straw Hat Luffy.

Cavendish could not abide the man in his waking moments, and now the menace sought to invade his dreams? The Prince shuddered, Farul offering his own disgruntled whinny for support. It was appreciated. The dream had left Cavendish in quite the state, unspoken words mouthed on silent lips, the sight of Doflamingo’s piercing gaze.. But the last Cavendish had seen of the man had been the Corrida Colosseum, and Dressrosa had not been in the state it had been in his dreams.

And yet..

“Leave me and go!”

“I’ve decided I quite loathe this place, Farul,” he announced all at once, his noble steed tilting his head in quiet concern. “I need my beauty sleep, you know. I wont be robbed of that, too.”

#drabble #or an open if you really want

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Empties mailbox of the remaining 15 tonnes of cabbages.

#captainofthekidpirates #ooc; 15 tonnes= 15 other submissions #omfg #almost posted my cabbages guy but i thought #this sums up cavendish atm #submission

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"Zoro's compensating pass it on!"

“Well, of course he is!”

“Why else would a man require three swords?”