OH YEAH (posts this like im opening up my wallet to show off photos of my children) been working on my fire emblem ocs!! top one is how i think i wnt to do like. timeskip/older versions of them but im on the fence on Charons.
“What do you mean the lead role’s already been decided?!”
Charon Reynard did not shriek; her mother raised a lady. That didn’t mean a lady couldn’t raise her voice when circumstances warranted.
“Well, I don’t see why you’d be upset,” Donnie said, between sips of his martini. That was the kicker, he really, truly, sincerely didn’t see a reason. “The leading lady needs a decent singing voice, you know. Talkies are all the rage.”
Somehow, Charon managed to not strangle him while witnesses still milled about in the hotel’s lobby. “Donnie, darling,” she said instead, “We agreed that we’d work together on this film. You’ll get your director’s credit, and I will get…” Her hands spread and she smiled--or rather, bared her teeth--meaningfully.
The man just stared at her blankly for quite a while. Finally he said, “Well, I...I suppose you’d get a part, too, Charon darling.”
Glaring daggers into him wasn’t working. Time to change tack.
“A...a part?” Her voice wavered. “Is that all? Any old part, doesn’t matter if I’ve paid my dues in the chorus line, doesn’t matter how many years I’ve spent on the off-Broadway circuit…” With a sniff, she delicately dabbed at her eye so that the makeup smudged, but not so badly she’d have to wash her whole face. “The years we’ve worked together and supported each other, all thrown aside…”
Sure enough Donnie put down his martini glass and grasped her shoulders in distress. “Don’t--now, doll, don’t start crying, you know I can’t stand to see a woman cry. It means that much to you?”
The lack of actual tears probably spoke to her shortcomings as an actress. Hmm, she’d have to work on that when she got the chance. “I just...I thought it meant something to you, Don. I’ve worked so hard on this project, and--and--”
His eyes flared wide and he grimaced as if in pain at the twist of her voice. “Alright, alright! Of course, dear, of course. Why, I--now that I think of it, I don’t believe Miss…” He checked the cast list he’d written. “Miss Vanstraat will really suit the, ah, the lead role. Maybe we’ll have another go at auditions, say.”
Charon looked him dead in the eye. Tight-fisted as a pastor on Saturday evening, Donnie was. With a quiver in her lip, she added, “After all the times you’ve seen my acting, you need another go--”
“Alright, doll, alright--sure thing. You’re right, of course.” He stood, possibly just to step out of her direct line of fire, and downed the rest of his drink in one gulp. “Gadzooks. Really, best to have someone I believe in for the part, you know.” Clearing his throat, he finally turned back to her. “Well, Charon darling, you’re absolutely the right fit for the role, if that’s what you’re after.”
“I only want what’s right for the film, Donnie darling,” she said, tearing the cast list neatly in two.
