The Queen’s Cosmetician

Mouthpicking is becoming a habit right after I get home.

What triggered it? One day, a man called the real name of a die. Since then, that has been a signal.

If a man does not try to flutter a finger after the die wakes up in this room after suffering the wound of slamming the land of Maburoba, it is no. We used tongue-in-cheek as a sign of restraint and contract. However, it was limited under the bright sun. After the night book descended, even as we began to share one bed, the man never came to his hands with passion.

At first he was exhausted, and the greed itself might have been extinguished, but after a month, Die also understood that a man had merely admonished himself with reason.

The hoop, which was closed, is about to come off.

Rub lips together. My hips and back turned arms pull Die's body closer to that of the man. After blocking the escape route, he gently ate Die's lips.

First the upper lip, then the lower lip. Asumami begs to open her mouth. Unable to indulge and faintly loosening his lips, the man urged ahead with his tongue.

After the lips are dampened by the man's tongue and the two exhale, this time the deep mouthing begins.

Every time my tongue is sucked out and entangled, it seems like my whole heart is dragged out.

I want to stay here the whole time.

Next to the man. In a man's arms. It was warm and comforting there. I had an absolute sense of security. When I was stirred in my mouth, the core of my body numbed properly. Being touched by a man was a pleasure.

More, and Deanna demanded. To greet this joy.

A man wants it, too. I've always stomped on it.

We are on a dangerous equilibrium.

We have one thing to do before it breaks apart.

Door opening and closing sound. A faint, garment rubbing sound.

Shadows shadow the moonlight obsessed by the windows.

Die raised his lid. Ditrout stood by the sleeping table.

Die whispered with one cheek on his pillow.

"... welcome back"

The man loosened his eyes and sat down on the edge of the sleeping table. Gently rub the temples of the die with the back of your fingers.

"Excuse me. Did I wake you up"

"No. Because I just lay down. Don't you have to wait for your dinner?

"Well, well, well."

Time is slightly early to call it late at night. If anything, it's not rare to go back before sunrise, so I guess the tail ended up, as the man put it, without possibility or necessity.

Die raised his torso with his hand against the bedside.

Did you go back to the tower and come straight to the bedroom? Ditrout is still dressed up, putting together a hint of wine. The hair also flushed back and remained stiff. I guess I strained my nerves to the point where I didn't want to go straight to the Yukan.

Die combed his fingers into the man's hair and said.

"You brew ginger water. Stay here."

"Deanna"

Die's wrist is captured by the man, and the man's body odor is much stronger.

Signs of mouthing.

Die reflexively blocked the man's mouth with both hands.

Grab Die's wrist and groan as he grumbles.

"What imitation?

"I thought it was time for you to talk."

"... what?

"What do you want me to do?"

Ditrout is the king's brother. There is also the question of the successor, assuming that the number of fishing writings that will come to him will be enormous, and that there is a politically worthy woman beside him.

The knights who instigate the Die to be beside the Ditrout cannot wait to proclaim that it is the sincere desire of their master.

But Die hasn't been told anything.

Do you want me to stay by your side? Isn't that right? What kind of a tease is it if it is beside you? Is that as a genuine wife as he mentioned before? As a mistress again? Do you hope to chirp as a golden lark? Or do you want me to stand side by side, with the same king?

One of what?

The man is silent.

He always shuts his mouth. About the sincerity of the heart.

I knew without anyone having to tell me that a man cared about himself. He did not just treat himself politely, but presented himself with a reciprocal position as far as he could. One mistake, they suspect an inside connection with a neighboring country, even though it could break his scaffold.

A man always walks a dangerous path for himself. A sensible, cold-blooded man who picks profits reaches out only off his usual path to his crisis.

I know.

But he hasn't spoken a word of certainty.

"Are you sure? Even if I answer that."

Ditrout asked in a quiet voice.

He releases Die's wrist, correctly resides and continues to inquire.

"What do I want to do with you? Talk and it will be confirmed. Thou shalt give me the answer thereof. By the way I answer, I may be against your will."

It will not be possible to continue these sweet days.

This state of affairs now consists of asking each other nothing.

"Isn't it in your interest to be ignorant of my wishes?

Injuries have not healed, and there are heart traumas to the opposite sex. If you're sweet on a man like this, you won't even decide on that wound.

All you have to do is use the favor offered without knowing his sincerity.

"... you may be right. But I want you to hear your words. Then I want to decide my answer"

I guess I'm not smart enough not to be able to move the way DiTrout showed me.

Still.

"I want to know. I've always wanted to know about you. I was looking for the real you. Now it's time to hear all your words and give you back your answers"

Thunderstorm night. When you say goodbye to this man.

I was not informed of anything. I was forced to make only a choice.

The confusion at that time dragged my tail for a long time.

Hey, what was I?

What was I to you?

What were you going to do with me? I am. Yours. I am.

Ditrout laughed all the time.

Fine, and, groaning, he gets off the bunk.

Dietraut asked Dietraut, who could not understand the meaning of the action and had his neck clenched.

"How are you feeling?

"Physical condition? Right. Not bad, I think..."

"So why don't you walk a little"

Ditrout throws his gaze by the window.

"He said he was about to see a bulb in the courtyard. At the moment, it won't be blooming... The moon is bright, and you'll be able to enjoy the color of the stump."

"...... D"

"Let's talk there"

Smile, the man said.

"Our, from now on"

The courtyard of the tower was an aerial garden surrounded by corridors, small in size, while the arrangement of flowers and plants was carefully organized and a beautiful place with stunning views.

In exchange for the ladies finishing their tea duties at the East House, Die left the escorts at the entrance and exit to enter the premises.

Die looked around the garden holding her hair stirred by the night breeze with one hand.

Along a trail that extends toward a white stone laid east house, embedded lighting attractive stones illuminate the garden.

I walked through the tower, watched through the windows more than once, but there was something I could feel inside the garden.

"Beautiful...... You were just about to let me in."

"Yeah? Oh, yeah. You were forbidden to enter the park. I'll solve it later, so if you like it, you can come back."

"... were you forbidden?

Pull the die's hand, and Ditrout shows the corner of the garden. I could see the darkness spreading across the wall to the chest position.

That way, the ocean.

"I can't help you if you fall. I didn't want to be thrown."

The wind blew hard.

Rock the hem of your jacket into place.

Die shut up and shook Ditrout's hand back hard, again led by him to walk out.

The East House we reached was a spicy building surrounded by bulb hedges. On a table with beautiful flower and butterfly carvings are placed pots of tea and tea leaves, water in insulated containers, and small ceramic plates are served with much southern confectionery. Ditrout instructed him to sit on the die, and he himself lowered his back across the slope, reaching for the tea apparatus. Handily measure the tea leaves and proceed with the moderation.

Watching how it went, Die shrugged.

"... haven't seen it in a while. Where You Brew Tea"

"I rarely do it here either."

"Yes.... that's a waste. Yours, even though it tastes good."

Reminds me of the many nights I spent with him in Mizweeri. We both got to the reception seat in the office, and this is how we got the man to brew tea and tell us about the mariage, the servants, the queen's race, and sometimes each other's birth. It was a quiet and happy night, vividly memorable of so few things that could be counted in those days.

"The first thing my father taught me was how to make tea."

touching the lid of the tea vessel, the man said.

"To brew a cup when my husband wakes up in the morning that helps him to start his day feeling good, when he's pretty, when he's nervous, to calm his mind, and at night to help him sleep peacefully.... at a young age, it's something I practiced many times. I never thought I'd take the path of serving people."

He poured and brewed only one portion of his steamed tea. Die missed the tea bowl he was offered. Smells aromatic.

"Drink. warms up.... sorry to take you out"

Include it in your mouth as you are told. The proper warmth smudges through every corner of your body and blood passes through your fingertips, which were exposed to the wind at night and cold.

Die asked, taking his mouth off the tea bowl.

"... when we talk in the room, is something inconvenient?

If it's not so urgent, no one steps into the bedroom. You shouldn't have dared to change places, but the man did.

"I wanted to keep my distance, rather than pinch the wall, is that it? You can see who's around in the garden."

Put a tea bowl on the table, plus, the man adds.

"I needed some time to think"

"Time to think?

"Yep. About answers to your questions."

From now on, take the die - what do you want to do with Deanna Setra?

The man stood up and packed a distance from the hedge. The bulbs, coloured by the raw condensation of the coolness of the night, are beautiful even if they are closed to the sleep of the night. The man touched them in turn from hand to hand, possibly even from the chair.

"If it's just the answer, it's out a long time ago. I said, He wants you. If you want to put it aside, welcome it as an official companion. That's still the same."

He picks out a shiny, scarlet bulb and inserts it into this ear.

"I love you"

The man had a gentle look.

The die suppresses the decorated flowers with one hand and grips them over the chest with the opposite hand.

Have a fair aesthetic, full of wisdom, and long for plotting.

While he is a ruthless, rational, and old-fashioned exchanger, the essence of this man is pastorally honest and somewhere soft.

Or so, he steps on blood and bones, cuts around the country, and soaks up plenty in deception and conversion. No, he has the money and power that I think, but that I can do the most. You could have put me through more. If you really want yourself, you could also decorate, offend, and put it in a birdcage with a golden sparrow.

Yet he didn't do it.

That's why, extra, I know I'm loved, and my chest stings.

A man opens his mouth again this way, leaving nothing to say.

"... the answer is out. But I've always wondered if it seems true."

"... what do you mean?

"Is obsession with you ever really love"

Lower your voice color and the man states.

He threw his gaze far west. This is where Del Ligueiria is.

"I… spent roughly three years in your homeland. It makes me lie when it comes to those days not being tough. Sir... since Franz's death, it has been particularly unspeakable."

Franz Mizwieri, Mariage's father, is an accomplice to the man. Originally, his father and Franz seemed close, and in retrospect, there was a colour to admire in the tone of the man who talks about Franz.

I'm sure Franz used to encourage men.

Franz died, and the man was alone. Die recalled Mizweeri, who had just begun to work. Everyone and he depended on the man, while he was tired.

The man was really lonely in those days, in Mizweeri.

"Thou hast come to that house to labor and help me. Isn't that just what made you happy? Didn't you illuminate your memory with love so that your dry throat would just sweeten and hyper water? … you asked me for an answer and I wanted to think again, one last time"

"... did you get the answer?

"Yep."

The man turned to die. Lie down with your eyes and laugh small.

"When I think of thee, always under the dim lights of the flower city, thou art the first to float in makeup. My daughter, exposed to the greed and violence of a man, laughed powerfully through your makeup. If my sister or mother lived and you put makeup on her - I remembered their laughed faces.... I didn't know anything about makeup, but I just wanted to see your power all the time. I thought it was beautiful."

He wants you.

I did get told.

Like saying love.

So that's when I decided to leave my hometown.

"I was first attracted to you who put on makeup. You who wear makeup are the most beautiful and powerful"

I was wrong about my gender at first, but, he tells me to soothe him, and he goes on with the words.

"Your honesty in accomplishing what needs to be done was preferred. That's why I was entrusted with the sidelines. Though thou hast been scorned, the upright strength that hath considered and believed in me was dazzling unto me, and it was nasty. - It was never an illusion or anything."

Hold your chest, nod.

The memories of those days come back vividly.

I learned confusion, impatience, anger, laughter, pity, love.

It's only been six months, a shitty day.

"Um, last night"

Thunderstorm night when this man left everything behind and disappeared.

"I tried to bring you back. Even if I knew it wouldn't come true, I couldn't kill you. … that night is all about the answer. For each of you who are makeup artists, I love you, Deanna."

A man pokes his knee in front of himself whimpering.

he said sternly.

"Throw nothing out, you've come this far"

I found my hand reached out in my eyes blurred white with tears.

"Do you want to come, with me?

The question is the same as then.

"With me, will you go?

It was the exact same thing when I came to choose to say goodbye to a man.

But this time, in the midst of confusion, I had to make a summary execution, not like before. In this Perfilia, he pondered repeatedly in the gentle cage prepared by the man. Do you want to live with this man?

It is decided that I want to live.

"I, I, I... I am...!

The back of my throat was cramped and the back of my eyes hurt badly. To breathe naggingly, the die is dazzling.

And, like a scream, I told the man.

"I shouldn't - …!"

I've thought about it many times.

The truth is, when I'm around.

The truth is, if he's asking for himself. Make sure it's out of his mouth, again. Hurt, blurry, beside him who can't even sleep alone, yes, I'm going to answer.

But this mouth spat the same answer as that night.

Waving a silent man, Die exclaimed.

"I like you! I love you too! I really, really liked you all the time! I couldn't forget! No matter how much you hurt me, really, about you!

A man holds a die. I can't imagine losing that body temperature I'm used to. Hold it back tight.

"I love you..."

"Yeah, I know"

The man said calmly.

"I am loved by you. Me too, and Heath too."

The gentle part that offers the heart as it is, as well as the face as a gruesome exchanger.

I love all of this man. As the man loved both Die and Deanna.

"Heath, I want to be beside you. Ever."

"Yep."

"But I, I..."

Die nodded and moaned at the man's chest.

"Dear Mariage, I am a makeup artist..."

For example, if he loved Die as just a little girl, he could take his hand in love as a absolution mark.

But I get it.

I was affirmed by this man, who kept being whispered incompetent and worthless, and who nevertheless laid down himself for the king, and myself as a make-up artist who persisted in his efforts. I realized that it was the way it was, that it was recognized, that it was loved.

Because Die also loved the way this man pierced his loyalty to the king.

Reminds me of Mariage. About my daughter, who was lonely in Mizweeri as well as a man. I'm still missing her. It was also true that she was about to give up, although she hadn't forgotten for a moment, but was uncertain about her life and death.

But to Heath, to Ditrout, and to my beloved daughter, I will not cast out a master whom I have ordained myself.

The kind of love that runs away from her doesn't deserve this man.

"Even though I don't even know where Mariage is?

"I'll look. We have to look."

Rubbing his nose, Die complained.

"For I am his minister. … no matter how reprehensible you are, you cannot imitate that faith, which kept me beside the makeup artist"

"The raw man who drove Mariage off the throne will naturally disturb you, too.... If you mean to leave under me, of course, I can't help you. You are the only one who must fight while being targeted for life. Still?"

"Some people were risking their lives for me, ignorant and foolish. I must return the answer to you all."

"Die is... Your Majesty's, you're a loyal minister. The Queen's makeup artist. '

Yuma. You've always supported yourself, dear friend.

"So... properly, I have to go home"

(Right, Yuma)

I have to go home.

to Del Ligueiria.

After finishing his questioning, the man lowered his hips on the chair, holding the die. The die waited as it was. How does he treat himself for complaining of separation?

After hugging each other for a long time, the man said to drop it.

"... mariage is alive."

Die blinked.

"On the throne of Del Ligueiria, looking for you"

The man who looked up is smiling.

"Heath."

Die petitioned him.

"Return me."

to Del Ligueiria.

Under the mariage.

"Please..."

"Fine."

He nodded calmly and held Die's body back.

"One of everything. Well, it was a promise."

Um, just before the separation.

You think we're gonna eat together or go somewhere? Die was going to wish that there was no other love.

But I wonder what the man thought, and then he made a promise.

I guess I kept remembering that.

Die holds him back hard with his trembling hands.

So I cried again.