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#hirudou #beg harder. like you mean it. #edited it just for u. #this was v amusing to me though. vil worked his ass (and jade surprised him :/) #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #❧ ㅤㅤpomefiore's queen b.ㅤ( shitpost ) #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered )

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"Vil senpai."

Her voice is soft as she calls out to him, respect laced in her words both on account of him being an upperclassman and a celebrity at that.

"I wanted to thank you for letting me stay in your dorm, free of charge and all while Ramshackle gets repaired. I know you aren't worried about the money aspect but it doesn't feel right staying for free, I'm not the best cook in the world but what's your favorite treat and I'll make it for you?"

"Hm? Was there something else you required?" He had the mind to call out her ridiculously soft tone but decided against it as she continued once she had his attention. Raising a perfect brow, Vil crosses his arms over his chest with his head held high. She was polite, that much was apparent. Yet at the same time ...

"Oh, that's enough. You're being too formal. There's no need." Of course, it's silly to offer favors like this considering this was Vil simply doing a good deed, so to speak. Now, if this were with one of his students who did something to warrant punishment — Vil would've made arrangements for them at once! But this was no ordinary case.

"It was me who invited you to stay here, not you inviting yourself. Sleeping in heaps of dust in the midst of construction isn't an ideal living situation for anyone. The conditions it'd leave your complexion in... Now, since I invited you to stay — that doesn't mean I expect you to rearrange my order with how I prep meals for myself and my students as "repayment". I'm nothing like Azul so the implication you're making is by far ... nevermind." Shaking his head, Vil practically glided across the room to stand before her. "Look, if staying here isn't to your liking — if you prefer to stay at Ramshackle for whatever reason, given the condition that it's in for however long — I won't force you to stay. I only thought it'd be a better arrangement. The choice is yours. But if you decide to return to Ramshackle during its repair, do take Grim with you." Just by his expression, it's clear which he prefers.

#ramshacklestar #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #how sweet... in theory #also hello im so sorry for my delay akfsjah

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"If we get put on monster team for Beanfest this time, wanna team up Betta?" Floyd sinks a little further into his seat, getting comfortable. "Wouldn't be half bad, working with you again."

Reorganizing his notes, Vil barely glances in Floyd's direction in acknowledgment. An airy laugh came from him as he was forced to think about Beanfest — that's right, it should be coming around again. It doesn't even feel as though it's been that long. Vil gave it some thought before Floyd even asked him, but now he remembers promptly dropping the topic in mind in favor of another task.

"If by working with me, you mean deciding at the last minute to not help during ambushes?" Admittedly Floyd can work quite well. However, it's a matter of him deciding if he wants to, that's the trouble. "Getting ahead of yourself, I see. Though, I can admire your spirit." Seems as though every year Floyd gets a little more anxious about the event — rightfully so, as it serves as a nice stress reliever.

"If we were to be put on the same team ... No. As a matter of fact, I'll think about it." Even though he was the one who invited Floyd last time, he'd learned plenty! "If we aren't on the same team, however, it's fair game. Heh."

#sweetlybite #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #smart man. asking the queen before anyone else has the chance lol

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kisses u

I ♡ u

Perhaps if Charles were a little more abrasive, Vil might've retracted. But from the looks of it, the gesture was ... well-recieved. Admittedly, it was nice to be on the receiving end of one of Royal Sword's finest little prince's especially after a period of him not even being around. "Fufufu ... Despite your absence, you're still the same as ever. Don't lurk too long. Understand?"

#charmingroyal #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #ITS CHARLES IRL AAAA kithes u as well #we <33 u too ;;;;;;;;; #gives u ic

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What flower or plant do you associate your muse with?

I haven't put that much thought into the plants I associate Vil with but luckily, I do have an answer. I associate Vil with the "wolfsbane" aka and ironically enough, the queen of poisons. With the perfect color, to match.

i'd own it, myself, if i could. truly. it's so beautiful and so dangerous. even touching it it can lead to some serious consequences.

#◟ ⋆ㅤㅤif my hair's a mess﹐my mind's a mess.ㅤ( ooc ) #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #ty for this anon. <3 #hohoooo.. its 3am :') i dont feel like sleeping though. so.

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Leona bite noises ;/ don’t swat at him.

"Are you out of your mind, Kingscholar?" You're about to be reminded of your place by these perfectly manicured hands, boy. "The least you could do is use your words, aren't you grown?" Just for that, he's swatting again - this time, making doubly sure to get him on the cheek. He'll swat if he so pleases!

#mirrorfates #is he flirting idk but y'know what! cat boy!? #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #mobile / #vil vc: telling someone what to do maybe works with your first and second years but remember who you're talking to 🤨

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" Oya what luck was bestowed upon me for my my eyes to still have the honor of witnessing our dear queen in this outfit that brings out in particular that magically enchanting beauty to light " the ancient muses with a chuckle as he finally made an appearance right through the queen's window of his personal chambers, at the very end of the party. Fashionably late and ridiculously excentric entrance, as usual " I do hope that you can excuse my absence from the party, there were some problems that needed to be taken care of so i was caught in a little more than i would like " that is not an excuse but a mere explanation, or perhaps just a smooth way of taking the conversation where he wants it " Ah however, in the end i do prefer this time after all " lips curl into a sly grin and the fae places a small box upon Vil's hands. The box was a familiar certain magenta color however instead of green, the ribbon wrapping it was a very elegant shade of deep purple, a match made in heaven if he was so bold to say. Inside the box was a precious necklace in the image of a peacock feather, the main piece that brought the precious thing together was the ' eye ' of the feather which was a beautiful deep purple sapphire stone that on it's own was breathtaking enough, however, the captivating gem had a delightful little secret inside it. If one looks closely, you can see something moving inside it, that is because the inside is filled with some droplets of a dangerous poison.

" I call it, the eye of poison, the handyman that crafted it said i had a good taste with names so i trust his judgment kufufu " he takes the necklace and proceeds to carefully place it around the queen's neck " Boring days may come any time, two taps of the finger for the eye to open and a few drops of poison to fall, in a drink, directly on the skin, the choice would be yours of course based on how you feel at the moment, then you can replace the poison with another one of your liking for a next time " and he smoothly steals a kiss, one that lingers for way longer, one that is pressed deeper with hunger, fangs sinking into his bottom lip as he bits hard and blood quickly follows " Mmm ~ what a sight " he whispers against the kiss and licks Vil's lips while he still did not pull away one bit.

He presses the kiss deeper until he knocks the other over his back to fall nicely on his bed and Lilia to lad on top of him, fitting oh so perfectly " Ah my, it just suits you so nicely " he says oh so enamored. //happy birthday his darling queen mwah

His shoulders shrugging off velvet robes, revealing the black chiffon wrap underneath — the gentle spring wind against his back makes Lilia's appearance apparent. Who else? He isn't quick to turn. Instead, his brows furrow into a light frown as he almost rolls his eyes. It's one thing to show up late. But to still show face and do so uninvited? What kind of student — much less a knight — had the gall? "It's late, Lilia." You're late, Lilia. "I'm going to bed. What is it that you want?"

Vil's annoyance slightly grows as fae takes Vil's response as an invitation to completely enter the room. Hmph, he has more than the gall. It's the lack of respect. Never mind the excuse. Was he bothered? Yes, however, his reasons do check out. If Lilia thought he could simply show up with no repercussions — he had another thing coming. And Vil wouldn't let him get away with it scot-free. "Yes, you prefer being awake all hours of the night whereas I prefer my sleep. Can't this wait until tomorrow? I thought you'd be at your dorm, by now." Now, shoo.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Vil finally looks over at Lilia who's already right beside him in seconds upon entering his bedroom with the box in hand. He must think he can bribe his way out of this by gifting — come now, Lilia, you've known him this long. It's an extravagant piece, that much was obvious. Vil certainly wasn't going to do anything with it tonight but Lilia's already on it; putting the accessory on his neck. It's cold, especially through the chiffon.

"Hm... it is, indeed, original." He comments, glancing at the vanity to watch Lilia behind him and a peak at the piece adorning his neck. The necklace is suitable for practicality. Though, he wonders ... from what it sounds like — the poison inside must be formulated with rare ingredients. Briar Valley, he wonders? He'd ask but Lilia seemed to have other plans, sneaking around to catch the Queen's lips.

Now, just what do you think you're doing? "Lilia." Quite persistent. "Lilia." visage contorts as his eyelids lower. Vil's taken by surprise by the kiss, his hand taking the Knight's shoulder. He has every intention to not simply give in to what the fae wants and he will do just that. It was — after all — still his birthday. Leaning back to create some space, Lilia's quick to recover it to keep the kiss going. Fine. He won't mind testing the fae's endurance. Irritability begins to subside albeit slightly so, until — ah!?

Eyes open wide at the sting, Vil hisses. It doesn't occur to him why until he tastes iron ... Slack-jawed, he doesn't react as erratically as one might possibly expect. Violets locked with crimson once he'd landed upon his bed, unshaken and quite possibly determined. "Ugh. How barbaric." This behavior? Wherever did it come from? No matter, Vil wasn't opposed to reminding a knight who he was being reckless with. "You impudent." Taking Lilia's shoulder, he sits up to return the favor; kissing the fae back with just as much force.

One chaste kiss. Followed by two sloppier ones.

#liliavanrouge #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #vil vc: perhaps the most needy vampiric fae ive ever met. #he means it endearingly. #suggestive / #yyyyyeah. yup

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" How enchanting you become in each passing year. Happy birthday, my beautiful Vil. "

No matter the flaws and inconsistencies, it simply completes Vil's visage like the final touches of a painting. The gloved fingers brush through Vil's hair and tucks it behind his ear, the smile and sparkling gleam in Rook's eyes never faltering.

He gives an elegantly-wrapped gift box, colored in shades of purple. Inside was a custom-made perfume with a floral scent Rook deemed suitable for Vil's preference and comfort. It's too far-fetched to believe he made it himself, but the costs in perfecting the blend and coordinating with designers had made it worth the effort and experience.

Rook takes Vil's hand in his own, bowing and placing a gentle kiss on the knuckles. " Je t'aimerai jusqu'à mon dernier souffle. " I will love you till my last breath.

Vil's gaze meets with Rook's within the vanity as gloved fingers comb through blond hair, tucking a stranded piece away thus completing the look. It was much like Rook to play magic mirror — normally Vil wouldn't pay it any mind but since today was a day of celebration and with only the two of them, he felt particularly good. Therefore, he let it slide. Turning with a hand mirror, he lifts his head to look over Rook's work with his eyes lightening. "Thank you." For the birthday wish or doing of his hair, he doesn't specify. He doesn't need to, not with his Huntsman.

From his mirror to the gift presented to him, he doesn't make the huntsman wait for him to open his gift. Upon opening it, he's met with the pleasant aroma of floral nicely balanced with sandalwood. Nothing too overpowering, blended well enough to linger the way it does in the box despite being unopened. A fine unisex scent that he's excited to try and see how it wears over time. The presentation is just as impressive, nothing he's seen in stores which leads him to believe it's a custom design. Not quite something he'd expect Rook to pull off which exceeds his expectations even more.

Vil watches as Rook takes his hand in one, the fragrance in the other. He always goes the extra mile, it's most endearing. Then again, that's just Rook. Smirking, he rests his chin upon his free hand as Rook sampled the fragrance on Vil's wrist and just barely at his palm as Vil had demonstrated before on the proper use of fragrances, his chest feeling lighter as lips met with his knuckles.

The scent is as heavenly as it was in the box... he'll always associate it with this moment.

Leaning forward from his vanity, he brings his free hand to the Rook's chin to turn his attention to his queen. Upon their eyes meeting once more, long lashes fall shut as tinted lips press a chaste kiss upon the vice house warden's cheekbone; a more proper thanks between them. "Mon chasseur."

With that, Vil rose from his seat and leads them to the door with his hold on Rook's hand lingering a few moments longer before they step out. We've guests to greet in celebration of him, let us not waste time.

#divinaer #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #/adds the sampling part just bc its them :')

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"A moment." Azul murmurs, lifting up his great coat to block the light pouring in from the window behind him, like he meant to shed it on the way to his seat at the dorm leaders' table. It serves another purpose, creating a screen from prying eyes as he carefully leans forward to press a gentle kiss against Vil's forehead.

"You're a splendid example to learn emotion from, for what it's worth." He murmurs before straightening up, blue eyes curved up at the corners as a soft smile blooms across his face. "I doubt there's a mirror in the world that can reflect the lovely whole of you, Vil Schoenheit."

Head propped up by his hand, Vil scrawled notes into his spellbook whilst waiting for the rest of the attendees. Hearing the sound of dress shoes clacking against polished floors, Vil doesn't look up until there's a shadow cast over him and his notes. Violets flick up upon hearing Azul's words, fully intending on commenting on his lack of light — suddenly he notices the casted shadow was intended; perfect brows almost forming a crease in between as Azul brings himself closer. There ...

Long lashes flutter, taken aback by the gesture. Although Vil naturally had a sharp tongue for such behavior — especially when unprovoked — it was a good call on Azul's behalf to block any prying eyes that might be on them. For it was that gesture that granted Azul the pleasure of seeing the queen smile. In amusement or sincere awe, whichever the case — Vil's gaze meets with striking blues as he lifts his head.

His smile falters at the implication of his words. It could be the words of a cunning and charismatic individual with a pitch to bring up later on. However, given the fact that Azul — in recent months — had shown Vil a more sensitive side of him, perhaps it could only mean none other than what (ugly) events had taken place in the past. Still, the way Azul's smile reaches his eyes tells Vil enough. Exhaling through his nose a silent laugh, Vil shook his head with the faintest of smiles returning to painted lips. It's a kind sentiment but it's best to not let themselves get distracted before their meeting even took place. Still, he watches Azul take his seat beside him and Vil takes this time to cross one leg over the other.

He'll remember that for a later time of self-reflection.

#mostrohost #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #gay.................... happy pride.....................

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💌 - How would they confess to their love interest? Would they wait on a confession?

Vil often gives hints and usually would expect someone to catch on. To him, it's obvious. He expects them to see that he's messing with them out of genuine interest (wanting to spend time more, asking some questions that he usually wouldn't ask, trying to not be too dismissive/lenient with error). He can only give so many hints without everyone catching on or suspecting but in the event that it ever does happen, it might be obvious (especially to Epel, if he's ever to witness Vil letting someone have some leverage bc Epel only see's Vil's iron fist but so does most of the student body akfjsa).

But as I've said before, Vil is probably (and I hate to label it as such) moronsexual. I kind of see him as a demi but definitely watches the morons a little more, despite his status especially as queen, oh my god. Vil wouldn't wait on a confession though it definitely depends. If he feels like it's them who came onto him first, he'll let them confess bc he won't do the work for them. As if. If it's him who had fallen first (miracle), he'd give bold hints or say bold things to get their attention but at the end of the day, he'd likely confess in private. Probably over the phone, when he's alone with his interest. Vil's just reserved that way and really values his privacy with certain people.

He knows he has a strong approach without meaning to so he tries to not overthink it, assuming these feelings are kind of new but at the same time not as much. It's a weird in-between he'd find himself in bc despite the regal vibe, he can totally let himself wonder too much and hold back until he knows it's reciprocated or he's frustrated enough that they're being too stupid to catch onto his hints. That's a little more interesting of an approach imo but akfjsa definitely flirts though. definitely, definitely flirts. Flirting is almost so obvious it'll get people's heads turning bc Vil? flirting with someone (some limp noodle or smth idk lol)??? How the fuck.

🖤 - What's something that will instantly make them dismiss someone as a romantic partner

Temperamental behavior. While flirting and playing that game of feeling one another out, dropping hints and both parties are clearly passing hints of interest is one thing. Vil doesn't like being totally blind and playing guessing games for indefinitely prolonged periods.

He'll indulge in flirting if he likes them, he'll even play around in the beginning because that's how he flirts and tests this supposed crush but when it starts dragging on and the person he's talking to gets dodgy, displays traits of lying or overall sketchy behavior, switches it up, and gives him the feeling like he's looking crazy for wanting to pursue something with the other person, he'll drop it. No questions asked.

Hot and cold behavior isn't cute. The guessing game isn't cute. He loves teasing but when he has to stop and ask himself what's happening and take himself into the third person to self-reflect and think about how the other person is making him look in front of other people, he'll lose interest quickly. Especially if he feels like he's being played for a fool, that's a good way to get hated and/or ignored lmfao.

Vil would likely feel inclined to just cut them out without feeling the need to communicate it - why shouldn't he? If the person he's seeing isn't communicating anything to him and making him feel stupid, why should he give them the respect of explaining where he's at and asking? It's obvious there's something off. This is a waste of time. Thank you, next. :/

romance Our Queen: Vil (your cheat sheet)

#fireandfae #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou get too close﹐you'll get a royalty high.ㅤ( headcanon ) #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #me twirling my hair bc malleus and vil is my lil tiny ship ajfhas #thank you though!!!

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🖤 - What's something that will instantly make them dismiss someone as a romantic partner?

Lie. It's so simple to avoid and at the same time, it's so easy for so many to do and get caught up in. I know it sounds so shallow of a reason but as he got older, he realizes how bad lies get and how twisted things become. It only gets progressively worse in age, in the people around him.

Unfortunately, he knows lies are often hidden well which is so embarrassing to him when he catches someone lying. It shows how stupid you are if you're choosing to lie to him because first, you thought you were clever enough to do it to him of all people and additionally (what's worse), you thought he was stupid enough that he wouldn't ever figure it out.

Then they have to look even more stupid and inevitably face him for their lies. Most don't. Most individuals who lie to Vil do their best to totally avoid him afterward because they know that he knows. At least they know not to waste his time anymore (unless they really have the nerve to try talking to him as if nothing happened after) if they decide to take themselves out but they'll feel the discomfort he has to bring for as long as he wants. A grudge, if you will. Once you're a liar in his eyes, you're a liar. Your rights to speak to him have been revoked. People have tried to gain his forgiveness before but he doesn't give it as easily, much less to a liar.

romance Our Queen (Vil): A cheat-sheet

#ouchiis #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #thank u xoxoxo dont lie to vil ever pls ty #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou get too close﹐you'll get a royalty high.ㅤ( headcanon )

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A gentle, somewhat cold press of lips against Vil's forehead plays well in its role to snag the majority of the queen's attention. "I'm the last idiot who should be saying this, but why don't you try taking a break. You look and feel tired."

One would think that after misadventures in the recent past — the stress and strain — Vil would be somewhat of a master at learning when to take it easy. Unfortunately, habits are difficult to break. And Vil was a creature of habit and perfect execution, at that. If it weren't for Idia, Vil might've kept at work with the newest potion he'd been trying to perfect practically all day.

Burnout from Vil Schoenheit was unheard of to most students, perhaps, but even potion connoisseurs face complications. Frustrated and tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear as tired eyes strain to read his book of spells, just when Vil was taking another vial, he was stopped by the cool touch of dark lips against his forehead — that crease between concentrated brows easing as his expression goes blank.

If it weren't for the fact that the queen was so spent, Vil probably would've been quick to frown at Idia for stopping him (or as he'd say out of frustration: "getting in his way"). Instead, he lets Idia take the vial from his hand. Vil's shoulders begin to slump in defeat except he's quick to fix his posture when Idia points out how he felt tired.

"So it's that obvious..." he sighs, fingers combing his bangs out of his eyes. Is he that tired or did it feel like the place Idia kissed was tingling? What's wrong with him? Glancing back at the cauldron, Vil sighs as he slams his book shut and casts it aside before collapsing into the velvet seat beside his work. "I suppose fifteen minutes wouldn't hurt." He needed more than fifteen minutes but never mind that.

#ignitism #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #fine. gimme idivil. /smacked #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered )

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WELL NOW HE GETS FIVE FOREHEAD KISSES. Gentle kiss. Loving kiss. A kiss of respect. A kiss of affection. And a kiss of sass.

"—!!" One was plenty, whatever would make her think five was necessary? The last kiss was enough to make his brow crease when she pulled away, manicured fingertips gently touching his forehead as if to check for any staining (especially if she got any product on his hair).

"... Fair enough." Well, it was certainly enough to wipe his thought process for that moment. Girlbosses do need forehead kisses sometimes and it worked.

#grdnglow #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #the nerve..............!!!! #Thank you for watering your local girlboss with affection.

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"Isn't it a hassle to change in and out of a corset..?" He's genuinely curious, but a little confused. "Don't the laces take up a lot of time to do up properly and it can bunch weirdly if you get it wrong?"

"Not at all. Putting a corset on and taking it off shouldn't be too difficult, so long as you have the appropriate measurements and the corset is properly structured." With a hand finding his hip, he waves the other dismissively. "If you don't know what you're doing. It's easy for things to go awry if you don't educate yourself and practice."

"If you'd like, I can show you how to properly wear one. Corsets work wonders with improving one's posture and flattering your figure. Surely, you can manage that on your own without a corset but it is good practice, overall." For the sake of experience, too. Vil has witnessed first-hand that Deuce, out of quite a few students, has been the most open-minded about these types of things. Why not offer him the chance?

#valiantspade #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #riddle come get ur sillies. #actually jk he's gonna educate this one silly #after all he's wanted to borrow them before.

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“Senpai?”

Ducking into Vil’s room ( after a proper knock and permission granted to enter, of course ), Riddle moved to stand in front of the blond, hesitating a moment. His brows were furrowed as though he hadn’t quite convinced himself he should have come, for he had a difficult time asking for things, when they were for him and not his dorm or for the sake of a rule. He knew, logically, that Vil-senpai was the last person who would ever laugh at him - doubly so since he had come seeking sincere advice. But shaking the mentality that when your worries were about yourself only, it meant you were taking up too much space was - difficult, and it was something he was still learning. It would take a long time yet, to stick in his brain.

It was the mental reminder his conscience brought that he was wasting time just standing there that caused him to move, producing a small, thin tube as his cheeks colored. He forced himself not to stutter as he attempted to explain himself ( no easy feat ), and somehow he managed.

“It’s—liquid eyeshadow. Cater told me he got an extra in his order, and he gave it to me as a gift. I…didn’t want to say I didn’t know how to use it.”

Because that would be shameful, wouldn’t it? Riddle, who was supposed to know everything, being toppled by a container of shiny gel.

“I thought that perhaps I should ask you, though I understand such a matter might seem frivolous, and you must be rather busy here. I could figure it out, I think. Perhaps you could simply offer a…verbal explanation…?”

Vil doesn't turn around from his vanity yet, looking through the mirror to watch Riddle enter behind him and carefully shut the door. If he hadn't known any better, he'd think Riddle was afraid to speak to him. Perhaps his nerves were getting the best of him? Whatever for, Vil wasn't sure. It was apparent that something ailed him — so much so that he needed to ask Vil privately.

Dismissing his suspicions, the Queen turns as Riddle takes a few steps closer and presented the small tube in his possession. "I see... I understand. Learning how to use a new product can be intimidating — especially liquids such as these. May I?" Holding his hand out, he takes the tube and turns to take a piece of blotting paper from his vanity. Unscrewing the lid, he dabs a light swatch of product onto the paper to look at the shade.

"...It is beautiful. I didn't know Cater knew how to use liquid eyeshadow. How generous of him." Using his leg to swiftly sweep the train of his robe to the side, he stands to swap places with Riddle. "Nonsense. You're too hard on yourself, as always. Most don't know how to work with liquid cosmetics. It's nothing to be embarrassed by. Here. Have a seat."

Ushering Riddle to sit in front of his vanity, Vil pulls his lounge seat over a few inches to sit in front of him. Reaching for the blotting paper once more, he holds it up beside the Red Queen's face. "I think he knew this color would suit you best. He was right." Tinted lips curve into a faint, genuine smile as he got to work — taking a thin makeup brush and a blending brush. "Now, there's no specific way to apply liquid eyeshadow, much like most cosmetics. Some use their fingers, and others use generic applicators... It's always a good idea to prime and put a base — with clean hands or brushes, of course. If you only want this to make this color pop, I advise a white base after priming. Usually, people play with these to see what they like best. Say, for example..." Looking at his palettes, he reaches for the neutral shades and starts with the primer, "Close your eyes."

Patting on the primer, he takes a small eyeshadow brush and packs on a white base on the outer end of Riddle's eyes. Then he blends a neutral shimmer on the center and inner corner. "Perhaps with some practice, you could start using this shade instead of what you usually do. As a change of pace." With the smaller brush, he starts carving the shape for the liquid shadow — similar to how Vil wears his eyeshadow — a faded cateye. "Remember, a little bit of this product goes a long way. It blends nicely, too, thankfully. The white on the outer end is making this stand out more."

Sitting straight, Vil takes a moment to admire his work and even takes Riddle's chin to make sure he's covered everything. "Open your eyes. What do you think of this side? Perhaps a little eyeliner would pull it together nicely but you're free to do without, if that's what you choose." While Riddle looks in the vanity, Vil is already reaching for a highlighter and taking Riddle's chin again only to gesture for him to close his eyes once more to add the lightest touches of highlight on the inner corner and even the center of his eyelids.

"It should last long. Of course, you need to let it dry..." Having released Riddle once more, he's taking the tube to look at the back. "Wait about fifteen seconds to a minute to make sure. Top it with a setting spray, you should be fine."

#rosehearrt #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #im in love w the image of vils train on his robe being swept by his feet where he's seated. anywhere. fuck. #its so elegant just that TRAIN.

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"You need to control Rook." Ruggie looks exhausted, quite a feat considering the Hyena's stamina. "If I have to hear his fake french ass one more damn time, I'm burning your dorm to the ground."

My, what a temper. From Leona's henchman, no less. "Mind your tongue, Ruggie. I don't tell you how to control Leona, do I?" Why, he should be grateful since Vil has quite a few ideas in mind for what he could do to improve Leona's stature.

Crossing his arms, Vil takes this moment to look over Ruggie's rough appearance — looking a little more tousled than normal. Heh. That must mean ... "Rook? He's harmless. I'm surprised he's managed to tire you out, of all Savanaclaw students." Standing taller, casting a hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

"Ara, is that a threat? You of all people have some nerve telling me what to do and following up with such words like that." Perhaps he was going to put a stop to Rook's reign of terror for Ruggie's pathetic sake but ... circumstances being what they are — "Better get a move on, Ruggie. From the looks of it, my huntsman will be arriving shortly." Think of it as a classmate reunion, of sorts. Sorry, Ruggie. Think twice next time.

#hyaenidaed #❧ ㅤㅤi'll show you how a real queen behaves.ㅤ( ic performance. ) #◟ ⋆ㅤㅤyou’re talking to your highness.ㅤ( answered ) #long time no see <3 <3 glad to see u again #no hard feelings ruggie <3 good luck