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Ronin had offhandedly once mentioned he thinks gothic style is cool. You could have deduced that on your own to some degree, but that's not the point. Your boyfriend said goth is cool, and you said, ‘why, yes, Ronin, i would agree with that statement’. Well–not literally–but it got the idea in your head to try goth style. Just to see how he'd react.
You tried a few times on your own. Outfits were fine. You found the style cool yourself, so youd already had a few items. You also had access to money–or Ronin's wallet if you begged–so you could buy more items if necessary. The hard part, really, was the makeup.
No matter what you did you couldn't get it right. Big eyeliner? Your hands shake and you end up with a mess? Could make that part of the look? Now youve somehow gotten it in your hair. How have you even managed this? How do you do makeup on a normal day? Who knows. Not you, thats for sure.
You try a few times before getting frustrated, and giving up entirely. You leave it like that for a few weeks. Gothic outfits hidden in your closet. Makeup mess left on the dresser.
Ronin hadn't questioned it. Just heard a frustrated groan, and saw you wiping makeup off your face. He asked if you needed help with something in that sardonic tone he always uses, and you threw your makeup wipe at him. He'd given you a kiss, and told you you've got whatever it is you're doing.
Its been a few days now, and you're still kinda pissy after all of that. Sure Ronin helped in the moment, but you still want to suprise him with a cute gothic look, and you still cant get it right.
You complain to Angel about it one evening. Just her, and you on the sever. Chatting about whatever. You mentioned Ronin liking gothic styles, and Angel confirms he does quite a lot.
She tells you about how she once dressed full goth for Ronin, and his eyes lit up light he'd seen god himself… or maybe Satan. She's not sure which would fascinating him more. She claims he gave her the best kiss of her life that day.
You want that.
You groaned, telling her to stop gloating. She giggled, and suggested maybe your problem is that you're worrying too much about getting the look perfect. That maybe your line work would be less shaky if you just acted like you weren't doing this for Ronin.
She also offers you to come over tomorrow, and play some video games with he to help you de-stress.
You gladly take her up on the offer.
Later that night, just about a half hour before you go to shower, you decide to try again with the makeup. More relaxed–maybe exhausted–hoping the sleepiness will help you stay calm.
You stand in the washroom, leaning over the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror. You try to talk yourself up, lying to yourself that its just ‘before shower makeup’, and not for Ronin at all. You acknowledge to yourself with a small look that that farce is too obvious. You know if you get it right you'll be yelling for Ronin to come see it.
You bring the eyeliner to your face…
And you sneeze.
The eyeliner is now on your cheek. A messy black line nearing your ear. You let out an exasperated sigh, and glare at yourself in the mirror. You drop your head in defeat, and just go straight to your shower of shame.
When you finally leave the washroom after your pity party shower, you're met with Ronin staring at you from the couch.
He gives you a toothy grin, before turning his head back to the TV.
Weird.
Did Angel tell him what you were trying to do? You hadn't told her to keep it a secret…
Oh well.
You don't care that much about the secret part; just that you get this look right, so you cam show Ronin.
You walk over to the couch, and hug him from behind. You place a kiss to the back of his head before going off to bed. He gives you some words. Some mix between affection, goodnight, and teasing. His usual.
You give him a soft smile before entering your shared bedroom for the night. He returns it with a gentle one of his own, before returning yet again to the TV. He'll probably smoke. He usually does after you go to bed.
You hear the click of a lighter egnighting, and you know you're good for the night. He'll be staying home tonight rather than going out for a kill. No staying up worried he might not come back, just that comforting cigarette scent wafting in from the crack under the door.
The next day, around lunch, you're getting ready to go to Angel's apartment. Ronin sees you getting ready, and questions where you're headed.
Oh yeah.
You didn't tell him.
You tell him you're headed to Angel's. He asks what for, even though he doesn't care all that much. Its just Angel. You'll be safe with her, and if you're lying, he can easily ask Angel about it.
You tell him its to play video games. Which is half true. It's what Angel invited you over for originally, but plans have since changed slightly. You'd texted her in the morning hours, asking if she can help you with the goth makeup. She'd agreed quite excitedly.
He asks about the bag you have. Its a bag full of goth clothes, and vaguely edgy jewelry. You dont really know what to tell him in the moment, so you give him the most suspicious smile of your life, and rush out the door. He yells ‘bye’ after you as the door slams shut in front of his face.
He gives the door a questioning look. Silently questioning you, but ultimately looking like he's judging a door at the moment. He decides to not contact Angel for the time being. He trusts you'll tell him if something of importance happens. For all he knows there was a murder weapon in that bag, and you're finally gonna kill.
He'll be quite proud if that's the case.
You rush off to Angel's, blushing lightly after having slightly embarrassed yourself in front of Ronin. Angel happily lets you in, having gone all the way down to the front doors of the apartment complex just to meet you there.
She sure is excited about this.
It almost scares you.
What has this woman got planned for your poor, unsuspecting face?
She welcomes you into her apartment, taking your bag, and dragging you straight to her bedroom. She plops you down in front of her vanity, setting your bag down softly on her bed. Unsure of what exactly you brought, but assuming its fragile just in case.
You didn't even get to play video games…
She starts joyfully showing you pictures, examples, options to choose from. You find all the options a bit overwhelming, but eventually find one you like. She practically screams.
Has she been, like, waiting for you to request some sort of makeover?
Should you be afraid?
She gets straight to work on your face.
You feel like a doll being painted.
Painted doll, however really comfortable. For all of Angel's enthusiasm, she is trying to keep herself contained, as per usual. She's doing her best to be a good hoast while also covering your face in gorgeous gothic art.
She brings you tea. Realizes that might damage the makeup. Gets you a straw for your tea. Watches it melt. Apologizes, and returns with a cold drink of your choice instead.
Its cute. Its silly. You like seeing her excited. Even if she keeps almost poking you in the eye with brushes.
After finishing your makeup she grabs the outfit you brought. She judges it harshly. You feel shame.
She grabs you something better from her closet, mixing it with the clothes you'd brought to make something thats still you, but more accurate to goth style.
You put it on, and show her the look, doing a little spin for emphasis. She claps, telling you you look awesome.
Angel then has you sit back down, and gets her hands on your hair. She just goes crazy. You witness art be made on your head, cute gothic pins clipped into it. They resemble the clips in Ronin's hair a bit. You like it.
Angel asks you what you think.
You tell her you love it.
She asks if you're sure.
You give her a hug as reassurance.
She seems satisfied, and begins encouraging you to call Ronin to come over. You blush, tell her you arent sure if you can. She reminds you she put a lot of effort into styling you for him, and she's not having it go to waste. You can tell she's half joking, half not. She wants you to show Ronin, but she won't force you.
You ask if she can call Ronin over. She giggles at you a little, snorting out a quaint apology. She agrees to call him for you, but tells you she's putting on the dramatics to get his attention. You sigh, but conced, knowing if you called you'd be stuttering mess, and you'd never hear the end of it from him.
She calls him, all dramatic, claiming you were attacked, and are injured.
Yeah, attacked by makeup, maybe. Your pride is gonna be hurt after this though, you can feel it in your eyelashes.
You hear him yell over the phone. Hear him yell at Maria instead of Angel. He's stressed. Angel tries to calm him a little, and gets hung up on.
She looks to you, and shrugs, saying ‘oops’.
You glare at her, but accept your fate, slightly enjoying the idea of seeing Ronin worked up like that over you. Might be hot… or terrifying. You hope he's not too upset to find out he rushed all the way here under the guise of you being hurt, just to find you perfectly fine.
Angel tells you to distract him with your charm. You kick her leg lightly, letting out a bit of a nervous giggle.
She reassures you everything will be fine once Ronin sees you.
You cant tell if she means he'll be relieved, or he'll be distracted by your fashionably edgy look for the day. Either way you get Ronin's attention, and that's good enough. For you at least. Angel might get cooked by him for messing with him like that.
You wouldn't have pegged her for the type to do that, but its fun that she has a more playful, conniving side to her. She is a real person after all. Not just two dimensional. Multifaceted, angelic, devine chaos, that woman appears to be when with you, or Ronin.
You wonder what she'd be like when alone with the others. Is she as silly? Or are there other personas? You hope she feels comfortable enough with everyone on the server to let her true self out with them. She does during mafia night usually, so hopefully if you all meet in person it’ll stay the same.
Ronin finally shows up. You know from the aggressive knocking on the door. It sounds as if he's one knock away from just breaking the door down when Angel opens it. He demands to know where you are, and she tries to calm him again. He just pushes past her, a half baked apology falling from his stressed lips.
He goes into the bedroom, assuming she'd bring you there if you were injured. It is a good place to lay down. You'd deserve to be laid on a bed rather than a couch.
He walks in and sees you. Sees you wearing black, face covered with extravagant makeup, and freezes. His mouth open slightly like he's in shock.
You watch as his cheeks turn pink, and you almost think he doesn't recognize you. He mumbles your name hesitantly. You respond lightly with a ‘hey, Ro’.
His face lights up immediately. He drops his bag, likely full of medical supplies, and probably a crowbar. He walks straight up to you, his face close to yours, and the praise begins.
He kisses you softly, holding your hips instead of your face as to not mess up your makeup too much. The black on your lips rubs off on his. He isn't bothered.
He steps back a little, and begins observing you, walking around you, and talking you all in. He compliments everything. How you look in the outfit. The fabric. The lace. How perfectly it suits you, and the feeling its giving him.
His hands touch you lightly, admiring how you look in the gothic. His mind has now seemingly completely forgotten his reason for rushing over upon the sight of you, sitting pretty in something he loves.
The person he loves in a style he loves?
This must be the heaven christians are always raving about.
He holds you against himself in a gentle hug, one hand on the curve of your back, other near the base of your neck. He's looking at you like he wants to take a bite out of you. Like you're a delicious meal, dressed up all fancy for him.
Angel clears her throat softly, reminding him she's still there…
And inadvertently reminds him about why he came here in the first place.
He glares at her, and questions her, playful, yet harsh. If he doesn't get answers he's gonna be pissed off. Its written all over his face, ‘what the hell, angel?’.
Angel can tell easily, so she explains herself promptly.
She explains she wanted him to come over before you accidentally messed up your makeup, or got cold feet, and backed out. She was just ensuring he got to see her hard work.
Ronin understands, but still tells her to find something less severe next time. He was abour ready to kill someone if you were really hurt. Tear them apart for making you bleed. Making you cry. Upsetting you with no penance. He'd make them suffer for it.
He still kinda wants to kill someone anyway, but Angel has a point, that pretty little makeup, and your adorable little face could get messed up at any point. He should take advantage of it while its still on your sweet little face. Smudge it off himself while wiping your tears of pleasure in bed later. He'd love to make of mess of you while you're looking so perfect.
He kisses you again, lightly, lips pressed soft against the top of your head. He then tells you to grab your bag, because he wants to go home, knowing he doesn't need to elaborat further. You're smart enough to know what he wants, and you're so into it.
You ask how he knew you had a bag. He just points to the visibly different item in the room.
Your bag.
On Angel's bed.
You blush slightly in embarrassment, groaning at yourself, and making your way to the bag.
He snickers at you as you walk over to it, pulling his own bag off the floor, slinging it over his shoulder with a soft huff as if the bag were heavy. You know he can carry it easily, hes just making a show out of having come here in such a rush thanks to Angel's shenanigans.
He gives Angel a playful glare, before grabbing your hand, and walking you out the door. He has no patience to stick around. He wants you now, and you want him too.
Angel gives a sickly sweet goodbye, knowing what the two of you are going to get up to once you get back to Ronin apartment. You wave at her like a playful kid, and Ronin grunts out a ‘see ya’, tugging you along behind him. His grip is strong, but gentle, making sure you keep up, but not risking hurting you.
He takes you straight home.
You both barge into the apartment, smiles plastered on your faces, blush tinting both your cheeks. You feel your heart beating with excitement as Ronin throws his bag down on the floor, taking yours, and tossing it beside his own.
He puts his hands on your hips, pulling you into a heated kiss. He bites at you lip a little, asking you to let him in, and you do. You feel his piercing, hard metal ball against your mouth. Its heaven. Its hell. Its him.
You moan into the kiss lightly, and he chuckles against your lips, pulling away. He nudges his head towards the bedroom with a huge smirk on his lips, teeth showing proudly. You know what he wants. You nod with equal excitement.
He pulls you into the bedroom hastily. You think he's going to throw you on the bed, but he picks you up as if you weigh nothing. He gives you another quick peck to the lips, before laying you down on the bed like royalty. It makes you blush, the tenderness in how he lays down, how he touches you after. Soft, reverent, full of so much love for you.
He's amazing.
He's yours.
Your Devil.
Ronin Beaufort.
And he's loving you good tonight.
♥︎