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[varadia]

Because someone is a horrible enabler (that and I am easy, but whatever), I am opening myself up to drabble requests in any of what may be one hundred fandoms, because I am a fandom *coughs* woman of loose virtue. Also Milliways, preferably characters I have interacted with. Or that Raven has interacted with, rather.

So.

*eyes kentraine.*

Hit me.

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[silveraspen]

Something in which Raven manages to shake Moiraine's serenity-- preferably by making her laugh.

[varadia]

Here you go.

“The trouble with sisters, Moiraine, is that they often make it very difficult to say no.” Raven’s back is turned to the Aes Sedai, although the only thing he can possibly be watching is the wall.

“That is not the only difficult thing, with family.” Moiraine’s tone is light. “How has Ace been troubling you?”

“I will never learn to govern my tongue, I do not think.” He seems to inch closer to the wall, still keeping his face turned away.

“Are things so bad?” She takes a step closer to him, and he stiffens. She frowns, very slightly, then the composure is back.

“For a given value of bad, yes, I truly believe it is.” He shudders, a little.

“May I offer aid?” Still cool, still calm. Then Raven turns around.

His eyelashes are thick and black, artfully made up with mascara. His eyebrows have been plucked—they are now two slim graceful arches above his bright eyes. His cheeks are lightly rouged, his lips are a bright crimson, and his skin looks flawless. The nose is still a little big, though, and it is this that interrupts the perfectly made up look of the rest of his face

Moiraine bursts into laughter. It is merry, and bright, though she covers her mouth after a moment. It is best to be polite, after all.

“You look very lovely, Raven. This coloring suits you.” Her voice still bubbles with laughter, and her color is high.

Raven raises a brow. “I thank you, then, I suppose.” He pauses a moment, then grins brightly. “Shall we go down to the bar for tea, then? I should show off Ace’s handiwork, I think.”

Moiraine just laughs again.

Raven sights, and gestures her out the door.

Moiraine smiles, rather helplessly, then composes herself, and heads gracefully toward the stairs. She is rather curious to see how the rest of the bar will react to Raven’s new appearance. It may prove interesting.

Raven shakes his head, perhaps at himself, and follows.