Part 8 of my RF4 child redesigning project: Margaret!
For Meg we have Lyrik and Melody, and their obviously musical inspired names!
Lyrik and Melody are both kindhearted music lovers like their mother. While they both play the harp and piano like Meg, they also have their own preferences. Lyrik enjoys playing loud instruments like drums, meanwhile Melody prefers her flute and her voice.
Melody is the more soft-spoken of the two. She isn’t necessarily shy, but often keeps to herself and prefers to enjoy the sounds of nature. Melody loves flowers and gardening, and when she isn’t practicing music with her mother and sister, she enjoys her own little flower patch on Lest’s farm. She gets along great with her sister, and absolutely loves to fuss with her hair (especially braiding it).
Lyrik is out-spoken and confident, she loves to preform for others and will always be there to stand up for people. She knows enough self-defense to protect herself and others, but isn’t interested in becoming a town hero like Lest. She takes life at her own pace, and likes to have new experiences. Lyrik wants to travel around the world when she gets older, and see what’s out there.
Porco 100% loves the twins. Best grandpa.
I looked at the other elven characters from previous games while designing these two, just to see if there were any common themes. The most obvious one was florals, there were some kind of flowers on most of the characters, or plant-like features even in small amounts. Also, this may or may not be an elf fashion thing, but a lot of them were wearing puffy shorts lmao, so I know I just had to include it on one of the girls!
I’m not sure this fic will technically count, since it ended up featuring a lot more of a friendship than the actual ship, but that’s the way the story went as I was writing so I’ll go ahead and post it. It was my first time writing Meg, so let me know how I did!
“A dance is a bit fancy for a first date, don’t you think?” Meg asked while digging through Dylas’ closet, scrunching her nose in a way she only did when she was frustrated.
Dylas was sitting on his bed, mouth in a frown like usual. “I didn’t ask you to pick out my outfit for me,” he grumbled.
“No, but you did ask for me to help with your hair.”
“I did not!”
“Maybe not, but you definitely should have.”
Dylas reddened and crossed his arms. “I was just going to wear it like I usually do…”
“‘Like you usually do’ isn’t good enough, Dylas!” Meg scolded. “This is a date, and a first one at that!” She huffed and turned back to his closet. “We’ll worry about that later. Right now, we need to focus on what you’ll wear.”
“I thought what I picked out would be fi-”
“Absolutely not! This is a formal event. That outfit was only semi-formal.” She paused to glance back in his closet. “There’s nothing in here that’s fancy enough. There’s barely anything in here at all!”
“Well, I didn’t exactly come here with a suitcase,” Dylas mumbled under his breath.
Despite being quiet, Meg heard him anyway. Her eyes widened. “I-I’m so sorry! That’s not what I meant! I mean, um, I-”
“Meg, calm down.” Dylas stood, with a small smile on his face. He could see what he said had made her panic, and he felt a little bad. “Don’t worry about it. Most of my clothes you or Porco bought me anyways.”
Meg’s panic visibly subsided, and her face settled into a frown. “Well gee, you need to take better care of yourself,” she said with her arms crossed.
In a rare, small wave of emotional, Dylas pulled the elf into a hug.
It didn’t take long for Meg to melt into the hug. She had learned long ago not to question when Dylas was feeling lovey dovey and to just go with it.
“I love you, Dylas.”
“... Love you too, Meg.”
“Wait a second!” Meg gasped. “I have an idea! I’ll be right back!”
And so she rushed out of Dylas’ arms and left him standing, confused. It sounded like she was shuffling through… Porco’s room?
“Here we go!” Meg reentered the room, clothing in her hands. “I knew Porco kept some of his old clothes in that dusty trunk! Try this on!” Meg shoved the clothing into his hands and left the room, humming as she went.
Dylas looked down at the old clothes in his arms. It was a formal suit, not something Dylas would wear under any other circumstances. It was white with dark blue accents, and to his surprise, it looked like it might actually fit. The suit must have been from when Porco was their age.
He quickly changed into the suit and looked in the small mirror in his room. For being an old suit, it didn’t look half bad.
“Can I come in?” A voice chimed from the hallway.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Dylas answered.
Dylas turned around as Meg walked in and saw the wide smile on her face.
“You look amazing, Dylas,” she said. Her voice broke as she talked. “I-I’m so happy for you.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Dylas smiled.
“You know, when you don’t actually try to smile you don’t look so creepy,” she teased, then sniffled. “But really, Doug is a lucky guy.”
And when Doug opened his door to Dylas that evening, he saw the man’s brushed long hair and crisp and clean suit, and he really did feel like the luckiest guy in the world.
