Imagine if arc 1 was just the DoD visiting each sister and their soon-to-be wives, and having to solve their girly issues?!
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Imagine if arc 1 was just the DoD visiting each sister and their soon-to-be wives, and having to solve their girly issues?!
Slight trigger warning, a charafter is defining her definition of beauty, she is canonically an asshole, you are all beautiful in the eyes of someone (or multiple someones) since beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Scarlet's entire life was about beauty and control, perfection as she saw and decided it, Firestorm had made sure of that, wouldn't want to end up like Rose now would she ? And so her word was law, she dictated beauty, and beauty mattered over anything else. Beauty was shining, pristine scales, colorful, with no blemishes or scars. Beauty was wearing jewelry in golds and silvers, with rubies and topazes and diamonds, rings and thin chains. Beauty was symmetry, thin or fat were fine but never emaciated or saggy. Beauty was no matter of taste, it was objective, and it would never change as long as she decided so.
So she could not understand, what made her stop when the princess came to her, she had saw her before, as a dragonnet, during one of her mother's diplomatic meetings, but the princess had changed, and Scarlet could not understand herself. Burn ... Burn wasn't fitting.
Her scales were a dusty, desaturated shade of yellowish brown, most of the time they were scrapped, not lustered like hers. She did have markings, the diamond pattern that most of the family seemed to have, in a slightly darker brown then the scales underneath. She was tall and muscular which was beautiful yes, but she had a bad, well, burn under her left wing and stomach, as well as scars at the back of her neck and on her muzzle. She never wore jewelry, she only ever wore armor pieces made out of iron, scrapped, faded, made only to be practical.
She wasn't beautiful according to her laws.
But Scarlett couldn't take her eyes away from her, not without putting in efforts to do so, and whe couldn't call her ugly, not because it wasn't how to talk to an ally but because she simply didn't think she was ugly. Somehow, despite not fitting in her rules of what was beauty, Burn was beautiful. But that wasn't the reason Scarlet showered her with gifts, thought she could not explain it with honesty, sure, it was to keep the alliance strong ... thought if it was the case Burn would be the one showering her with gifts, since Burn needed her army more then her army needed Burn's.
When the corner of her muzzle raised a little with a small smirk at her gifts, the feeling that spread around Scarlet's chest, though she could not describe it, it was the same feeling that she got when Burn smiled in any way, which was rare to be fair. They had arguments about how to go about things, sure, but she couldn't see herself choose Blister or Blaze over her.
She loved watching the arena battles by her side, she loved sitting next to her to the banauet, she loved when she brought back traitors to her crown, she loved when her wings brushed against her.
She loved Burn, and it had taken her fifteen years to realise it.
Scarlet's Proposal to Burn
Goes as well as you may expect