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Many tales both treasured and lost to time sung praises of Cú Chulainn’s feats. Of his skills — of his spearmanship, especially. 'Quick', 'powerful', and most importantly 'precise' were all words used in tandem to describe the Hound . . . Yet, none of these ( most especially precise ) seemed to describe the man nor his sheepish expression upon being found by his wife. Resignation was soon to overtake his weary visage as he slumped his head with a soft sigh. There wasn’t really any point in trying to hide the mess of nail polish splattered in small puddles around him on the floor . . . or any of said nail polish splashed haphazardly across his hands, arms, and robes. ( Thank the gods he actually thought to tie up his hair this time. ) “ I’ve really never been great at doing this myself have I. “ Cú groans. She knew better than anyone else, didn’t she? He’s already expecting the laugh ( he always does ) and finds himself thankful as always that it’s hers. It should be strange to find himself in a better mood being laughed at, but Emer just has that kind of effect. “ Go on. Call me pathetic! I can practically hear you thinking it! “ He whines in a drawn-out and dramatic voice as he hides his face away.
Was it a simple coincidence, or did Emer plan to arrive at the precise moment her lovely husband messed up? The latter option sounded like a stretch, but couldn't be dismissed due to the divination skills she freely used. And, if Cú asked, then she would simply say such was for him to guess, and her to never tell. A bit mischievous on her part, she knew, but could anyone blame her when Cú had the best reactions known to man? Still, she didn't immediately laugh upon seeing the mess of black nail polish. How did he even manage to get it on his arms? Perhaps, that was for her to guess, and him to never tell.
"Indeed. Do you remember when you wished to do something more elaborate for the woad paint on your face and didn't ask for anyone assistance? Luckily, I stopped you before you left the house." It was a memory that made the noblewoman laugh every time so, combined with how silly her husband looked at the moment, it wasn't long before a melodic and pleasant laughter filled the room. But it didn't last for long, as she had no intention of making him pout even more. Instead, she went to the bathroom to get a few things to help clean up the mess.
Once she had a clean canvas, she got to work. Precise and swift, it wasn't long before her husband's nails were painted black. And, as a bonus, she added a little white heart on his little finger. "In all fairness, these are not things we would usually do on our own, love. I had to learn how to put on makeup all over again here. Indeed, using a mirror is helpful, but it's not the same as applying it on someone else." The elaborate hairstyling and complex designs made of woad paint were supposed to be done by a servant, a friend, a partner or fellow warrior, but not by oneself.
A pleased sigh made it past her lips once it was all done but, needless to say, it wasn't long before an impish idea came to mind. "You cannot touch anything for a while if you do not wish to ruin my hard work, which means..." Before she could be questioned, Emer placed on her husband's chest and pushed him, making him fall on his back and letting herself follow. "You're at my mercy now," Emer laughed. Then, a brief and ticklish kiss was placed on her beloved's forehead. But, when she pulled away, she nearly snorted, as there now was a visible kiss mark on Cú's forehead. Maybe, she should let it-
"..." Oh.
She just had an even better idea!
Emer spent the next half an hour trying different lip glosses and lipsticks, but she wasn't comparing which one suited her the best for the day. No, she was trying to determine which one left the best kiss mark on her beloved's face and neck. Her new 'canvas' granted her plenty of space to work with, but said canvas was rather unhelpful. "My love, I cannot properly appreciate this new shade of red if you turn bright red yourself." It wasn't an actual complaint, but still pretended to pout at him. And, after cleaning it off, she went for one she rarely used. The next kiss was on the lips, a lovely but very visible shade of blue now adorning her husband's visage. "Hmm, this one, I think." Truly, blue was his color.
