Okay, now it’s back to drabble time.
Fandom: Code GEASS
Request: C.C./Kallen, by clown_donkey; prompt: make-up
Word Count: 868
“It should be you.”
C.C. looked at her from where she was lounging on the bed, Cheese-kun sprawled on her lap. “That will be extremely foolish don’t you think?”
Her voice was the sort of toneless drawl that pierced the air and grated on the nerves. Kallen gritted her teeth but conceded the point. After all, only one person – if she could be called as one – in the whole world who had hair with that particular shade of colour. And the fact that she was the witch of GEASS and hunted by virtually every Britannian soldier did not help.
But it still didn’t mean that Kallen should find the entire situation fair, let alone to her liking. The idea that she would spend the night talking and smiling pleasantly to a room full of Britannians was enough to make her skin crawl.
“See it this way,” C.C. said placidly. “It’s a party for Britannians and you’re the only one around who can pass as one. Of course you’re free to say no, but if you do that, his plan and the entire month he has spent preparing for it will be all for nothing.” She paused, lacing her fingers together, and then raised an eloquent eyebrow. “You don’t want to disappoint him, do you?”
“What exactly are you implying?” Kallen demanded, cheeks warm from the implication she couldn’t help but admit herself.
“The dress is in your size anyway,” the other woman continued, completely ignoring her question. “It will be too big for me, especially around the chest.”
Kallen turned around with a huff and watched her reflection frown at her. The dress was admittedly a subdued affair, pink with a modest neckline and just enough embroidery to avoid it from becoming too plain. Since her objective was to slip in without attracting too much attention, it suited her perfectly – and one would think that she now could handle anything after that bunny suit.
“But Suzaku will still recognize me,” she mumbled to herself.
“He won’t be there.” C.C. rose from the bed and fixed her one of those detached gazes of hers through the mirror. “Didn’t you listen to Lelouch?”
Kallen was not about to admit that she had been too greatly distracted by the way their leader’s lips moved and formed words to pay the desired amount of attention to the briefing, so she kept silent. That was until C.C. dragged her to sit in front of the dressing table and reached for a small bag filled with cosmetics.
“I can do it myself,” she protested, for some reasons uncomfortable with the thought of C.C. touching her face.
”Not like I can.” The green-haired woman swatted her hand away. “You have to be perfect or someone may recognize you. Now be quiet.”
She didn’t usually follow C.C.’s order without lots of objections first, but there was something, their proximity perhaps, that locked up her mouth. Her heart made a mutinous leap in her chest when warm, steady fingers touched her cheeks – they felt almost cold in comparison – where they lingered for a moment before making a slow journey toward her chin.
She almost couldn’t breathe. C.C. set to work with practiced efficiency – laying foundation, a brush of mascara, a careful sweep of eyeliner. Her eyes, she realized, was a dull sheen of gold, like ice had layered and layered upon them for a thousand years or more. Kallen felt her hands trembling on her lap when she tilted her chin, fingers now gently pressing the side of her neck. And then there was a firm touch to her lips, tracing their contour slowly like a lover’s kiss.
Her head felt light. She couldn’t control the way her heart race, or the way her stomach knot, or the way her tongue lick her lips anxiously. C.C. stopped, eyes suddenly alive, and for one heart-stopping moment, Kallen thought that she was going to be kissed.
But the moment disappeared, quickly like it had never been there in the first place, and C.C.’s voice was dry when she chided, “You shouldn’t do that.”
Kallen felt the embarrassment slowly crawling up her neck but managed to fight it down. That was one hell of a stupid thought, that C.C. was going to kiss her. There was something definitely wrong with her today.
“Why are you so good at this?” she asked, more to chase the awkwardness away. Her voice didn’t exactly sound casual but at least it put them on a more or less even ground. “You never use any make-up,” she added for good measure.
“I do,” C.C. answered, quiet and plaintive. “All the time.”
She wanted to ask what that meant but C.C. had pulled back and turned her to face the mirror. “Now,” she murmured, nails digging into her bare shoulders, “you’re ready to bewitch a Britannian man.”
“That isn’t what this mission is about,” Kallen pointed out although she almost didn’t recognize her own reflection.
“Killing two birds with one stone cannot hurt.” The fingers left her shoulders with a faint pressure. But C.C. stopped at the door and glanced back at her, expression inscrutable.
“You’re beautiful.” And then she was gone.
Kallen couldn’t say if she wasn’t the one bewitched.
First time writing this pairing. Sorry if it comes off rather awkward..