The Queen’s Cosmetician

The consolation was held by changing its name to a celebration.

"Dear Mariage! To the new queen!

In the hall of the annex, before the dishes that filled the long table narrowly, the faces of the chanting men were flamboyant, with high cups filled with liquor. Those who followed the castle explain to everyone who had left a message about Mariage's march as queen, gesturing and gesturing. Alvina was talking to Grayne, the kitchen chief, about how well she did her cooking today.

Fanning his body with his hand that lit the liquor that he had licked only once in a relationship, Die gently followed the venue. Stand by the hallway window and stare out.

Soon, a black cloud wrapped around me in heaven.

"You're about to get out."

With a glass of booze in his hand, Alvina walked over looking drunk.

"Right."

"It's already raining around my house. This is how it looks. Something annoying about demons."

"I knew you were reading from the devil?

"Of course."

"That's convenient.... Rain, is it going to get worse?

"Pretty much. It's gonna be a storm."

"Storm"

Alvina nodded, drinking up and laughing.

"Oh, delicious. Busy and tasty drinks."

Looking up at its side that seems in a good mood, Die twists his neck.

"Then why don't you live a little more by the city?

Alvina does not have an aversive atmosphere, which is common among those who live in out-of-population places. It was so strange to live alone in such a lonely place.

"It's easy for one. I don't really like being out of town."

"... then why"

"Except for the die. It's fun to chat. Thanks to you, it's been a long time since people have mixed me up and it's been a lot of fun"

Alvina placed a tall glass of empty glass in the window frame.

The woman's face, slowly narrowing her flax eyes and looking at the rain clouds, is beautiful.

A close friend of mine usually suddenly seemed far away in an untouchable atmosphere that even felt its holiness, and Die turned to the window as well. On that clap, I see a friend in the bold.

"Titi"

Titianna came running over, waving her hand.

"Die. Were you here?

"Yep. I lit it with a little alcohol, so it was cool."

"Die, you're vulnerable to alcohol."

Die begs Titianna, who stops beside him.

"Don't make me drink like I used to."

"I know. Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Alvina?

"Yeah. As you can see"

Alvina answered with a cup raised.

"Titty. Are you done for tomorrow?

Not everyone attends the feast all the time. I also take turns at work. In addition, several people were waiting by the doorstep so that Mariage could return whenever he wanted.

Titianna was also out of her seat for tomorrow's ordination after only showing her face when she made a toast.

"Yeah. My share is over"

"If you don't go soon, you'll lose your treat."

"Yeah, yeah, I know! Oh, that's right, Die, don't you know that, Master Livot?

"... Dear Livot, is it?

Sure, if you ask me, I haven't seen him after the toast.

"Mr. Huntingdon's looking for you, isn't he? I wonder where he went. I've been looking all over the annex right now."

To Titianna twisting her neck, Die offered.

"Well, I'll look for you. Without stomach."

"Really?"

"My stomach was so bloated, I couldn't get any baked sweets in it."

Titianna laughed strangely as the die stroked her belly.

"Then please. I'll make sure you have the treat for the die."

Die himself tried to patrol the annex all the way, but in the end he didn't see Heath.

Though I tried going up on the roof, the purpose figure is without shadows or shapes. Smell the smell of rain in the wind blowing hard, trembling back indoors. Die was then walking down the hallway of the main building with minimal lighting. We're headed to Heath's office.

The room we arrived in is obviously unpopular and there is no response to knocking on the door to try. Still wondering if he was there, Die, who nearly dropped his shoulder, noticed that the key was open. Just in case, tell yourself, let your body slide gently indoors.

The cold room of the candlestick sank into the dark, to the extent that the outline of the furniture painstakingly flaunted its existence.

I've stepped into this room like this before. That was when we all got together to explain why we were faking our gender. Die arrived first, looking for phosphorus inches and wandering around the candlestick alone.

Soon after that, Heath came.

I was surprised how different they were compared to the size of each other's hands.

It's still an early past to miss. But it's out of reach, it feels like a distant memory.

Kantan......

To the small noise that echoed in the room, Die raised his face from his hand, which was unconsciously looking down. Explore the audio sources, look around, and keep an eye on a door that is separate from what you have now dived, blurring up against the wall.

To the study, it was the entrance.

Die walked towards the room. I've been in there about twice before I was still freaking out with Heath. It was a simple study with a bookshelf occupying the majority of the space and just one bench. When Heath gets tired of her job, she knows she's using it instead of the hypnotic room.

When I opened the door in awe, I saw the man I was looking for by the window.

"... Livot, dear?

The shade screen flies in the wind.

Bubbling, Heath, once silently observing it, caught an eye on the figure of the die and shut the window quietly.

The dim room smells of ink.

"Deanna"

The die, who remembered the proximity to Heath, who was nestled in to blend into the darkness, and who was cruising about how he should speak, drew his lips to the soft calling.

He has spoken three more times today alone about the real name of the die he refused so much.

Deep, the exhalation leaked.

"Ignore it, have you been stopped? Dear Livotto,"

Pretending not to notice inside his own chest trembling with joy, Die asked coldly.

"Yep."

Heath nods.

"I stopped."

"With what change of heart? Is it okay to say that Master Mariage is now safely queen, so you feel more comfortable?

"You may think so"

This one.

Sound the shoe and Heath moves forward.

Reflectively as the die took a distance, he looked hurt.

"Deanna"

Sweet voice.

To that sound of licking the core of his body, Die wanted to block his ears.

"It's cowardly. Damn, ignore it, what is it now?

Distract from your eyes and throw up words from your heart. But on the other hand, I couldn't contain my bouncing mind to the fact that I was in his eyes.

"I'm sorry"

"It's not a question of apologizing."

Stupid.

He said he was so thirsty for an opportunity to make up, he's just cursing Heath for apologizing, right here.

Heath's hand touches the fist of a squeezed die.

Comfortably cold, he pushed himself to death, and Die kept distracting himself from him.

"I'm sorry"

A man makes an apology.

If we forgive him here, he's a real fool.

"... it was hard. It was really hard."

"Yep."

"Later, tell me exactly why"

"Okay."

"This is a loan. It's one thing."

"Lending?"

"Yes. One thing about everything, you listen to me, Heath. Then I forgive you."

Gently raising his face, his eyes and gaze meet each other. The man softened his eyes and nodded small.

"Okay. Lending, it's one."

Remember, Heath said.

Exhale in relief.

Now we make up.

Restored his mind, Die smiled at Heath.

"I hear Mr. Huntingdon was looking for Heath. That's why I'm here to find you. What were you doing here?

"I remember leaving the window open. It was going to rain, so I came to close it."

Looking back at the window just closed, Heath answers.

"... that's all? Looks like Titty's been looking pretty hard for Heath."

"By the time I got here, I looked around the other rooms. You must have gone wrong."

I see. That sounds like a story.

Die pulled Heath's hand.

"Let's get back to it. You're out of food and alcohol."

"I spoke a little bit.... I don't want to eat anything right now."

Let go of my hand, Die glanced at the man's complexion again. I guess he's tired. Fatigue after degrees sometimes deprives me of my appetite.

"Do you want to go back to your room and sleep?

"I can't do that"

"Why?"

"... Lady Mariage is not back yet"

"Oh, I was"

Put down your husband, who will not return from the castle yet, and there will be no bedtime. The other servants around here are aware of it and are careful not to get too drunk and intoxicated on the condition.

"So for now, why don't you sit in the bench and rest?

Die pointed to a bench sitting in the center of the room. If he still wants to take a nap, as soon as Mariage returns, Die can wake him up.

Following the suggestion, Heath lowers her back to the chair.

"Do you want something or something?

Die asked as he pulled the blanket out of the cupboard.

"You can bring drinks or anything from the annex."

"I hope you don't mind your tea."

"... I'll be angry again"

Heath giggles as she throats.

Slightly angry at the teasing, Die pointed his mouth tip and offered him a blanket.

"You should just lay down a little bit. I'll wake you if you fall asleep."

But Heath shook her neck to the side, gently retreating the blanket.

"That's good...... Deanna"

"Yes."

"Little, side, sit down"

Heath shows the space next to him, tapping gently on the die.

"Oh, why, is that?

"... don't worry"

In the end, Heath pulled Die's arm and let him sit next to him in a forceful fashion.

After a slight hesitation he whispers.

"... sooo, even if it brings, okay?

The face of the man, who looked up in confusion, was unexpectedly close.

"... duh, let's go"

The torn Heath lays herself down to fall and pushes her face against the left shoulder of the die.

He was like a young child with his forehead around his shoulder.

"... hi, hi-su?

Die called in a hurry. But all that comes back is silence.

Really, what the hell is this guy thinking?

I indulged in the urge to smash my head in front of me, and although I've been watching for a while, the man doesn't wander around. Only a close breath, as if asleep, strokes the hair of the die's neck muscle.

Zero sighs, Die pulled out his shoulder strength.

Fluffy, fluffy, his hair plunders the tip of his jaw.

That tickles.

(... I don't care if you touch it...)

It's right in front of you, his hair.

Unstoppable to his desires, Die shoved his right hand, which would be relatively free, into his hair in awe.

The opportunity to rub a woman's hair was common, but touching a man's is perhaps the first time.

(Oh, cool, sara what...)

Collar feet Short cut hair leaves only a smooth feel on your finger without tangling. That seemed more and more fun, and Die basically stroked his head.

Sweet, pressing, I feel like I'm stroking a big dog.

No matter how much Die enjoys the softness of his hair, Heath says nothing.

Really, did I fall asleep?

"Heath?"

"Hmm?"

He immediately returned and Die shook his neck to the side.

"Nothing."

Nevertheless, this posture was about the limit. The shoulder, which is lifting with his hands on the edge of the chair so that his head does not slip off, gradually begins to paralyse.

Fumi Die remembered a man who nodded at the chest of a geisha, seen in a florist a long time ago. Sometimes. Not to hold a woman, but a man who comes to sleep in a woman's arms.

Die shifted his body position and lifted both arms, gently holding the man's body.

(... I want to be quiet...)

For the first time in my life, I think so.

Die's arm was too immature. I would have been able to support the man's body a little better if he had at least grown supple year after year.

I can put my cheeks against his head and put all my strength into my arms.

I don't know what to call this emotion.

It just squeezes its chest, relentlessly.

A large hand was attached to the lid to his hips, and the die shook his body in surprise. But then there's no rush to move. Just accompanied, slightly clapped out and Die untied his body.

Just waiting for it, my hand slowly starts slipping to check the line of the die's hips.

Die swallowed his spit.

Twitching, twitching, hands widen the range of movement.

hip to back, and.

My fingertips touched my neck.

To the feel of his thumb stroking his collar loose, Die exhales the heat that was stuck in the back of his throat. Heath woke up with her hands down on the neck of the die.

His eyes reflect himself.

Thinly membraned, his pale eyes.

Just yourself.

I learned a trembling joy at the matter, and Die became sober.

Cold fingertips, many, many times. It goes back and forth through the contours of my face.

Before, he hugged himself, like that time.

Heath hands on Die's jaw.

Its eyes narrow slowly.

His face was so close that the exhalation touched him.