Icon Meme Fic // #49
This is the drabble for this icon above!
Characters: Lightning and sleepyscribbles's original fan-character Ophelia.
Summary: Lightning's girlfriend Ophelia has to rescue her best friend Brooke (who is actually Terra) from Madame Rouge, who has opened up a school in similar fashion to Brother Blood's academy. She needs Lightning's help. However, there's a catch that he didn't anticipate: they need to infiltrate the place as spies, and it's an all-girl's school.
Notes: As usual, sometimes I'm incapable of sticking strictly to 100 words. OH WELL.
It wasn't until Lightning slipped into the uniform that he started to complain.
"This was the last thing I wanted to do," he grumbled. Ophelia gulped hard when he turned to look at her, his sneer nearly ruining his makeup. "You were the one that tricked me!"
"What, when I told you that you'd make a cute girl?" She giggled. "I was right."
Lightning stared at his reflection in the mirror. His aggravation melted away into surprise when he touched his skirt, seeing how it fit on his hips. He pursed his lips, seeing whether or not the shade of lipstick matched his abnormal skin tone.
"I am...a cute girl?" he asked. "Really?"
Normally Ophelia would practice patience when it came to stroking Lightning's ego as he suffered through rare bouts of self-consciousness, but they were in a hurry. She sighed, grabbing his shoulders and twisting him around to face her.
"Lightning, you know this the only way you can get in to take care of Madame Rouge's plans and rescue Brooke," Ophelia said. "It is an all-girls' school. But trust me, they'll never suspect a thing! Now are you going to help me or not?"
Lightning blinked, then took a moment to reconsider her plan. Finally, he nodded. "Fine, but I refuse to keep these clothes on after we defeat her."
What he didn't tell Ophelia was that he intended on keeping the bra she borrowed to him.
Characters: Lightning and sleepyscribbles's original fan-character Ophelia.
Summary: Lightning's girlfriend Ophelia has to rescue her best friend Brooke (who is actually Terra) from Madame Rouge, who has opened up a school in similar fashion to Brother Blood's academy. She needs Lightning's help. However, there's a catch that he didn't anticipate: they need to infiltrate the place as spies, and it's an all-girl's school.
Notes: As usual, sometimes I'm incapable of sticking strictly to 100 words. OH WELL.
It wasn't until Lightning slipped into the uniform that he started to complain.
"This was the last thing I wanted to do," he grumbled. Ophelia gulped hard when he turned to look at her, his sneer nearly ruining his makeup. "You were the one that tricked me!"
"What, when I told you that you'd make a cute girl?" She giggled. "I was right."
Lightning stared at his reflection in the mirror. His aggravation melted away into surprise when he touched his skirt, seeing how it fit on his hips. He pursed his lips, seeing whether or not the shade of lipstick matched his abnormal skin tone.
"I am...a cute girl?" he asked. "Really?"
Normally Ophelia would practice patience when it came to stroking Lightning's ego as he suffered through rare bouts of self-consciousness, but they were in a hurry. She sighed, grabbing his shoulders and twisting him around to face her.
"Lightning, you know this the only way you can get in to take care of Madame Rouge's plans and rescue Brooke," Ophelia said. "It is an all-girls' school. But trust me, they'll never suspect a thing! Now are you going to help me or not?"
Lightning blinked, then took a moment to reconsider her plan. Finally, he nodded. "Fine, but I refuse to keep these clothes on after we defeat her."
What he didn't tell Ophelia was that he intended on keeping the bra she borrowed to him.