jiniichor: "Literally perfect, tbqh. Like, it's really, really refreshing to see someone who understands Ragyo's character so well play her here. You blow me away with your threads and just how much you know about her and just. I've always been a fan of Ragyo so I get picky on how she's played, but you nailed it, imo. I'm excited to interact with you more! And to see your other threads too, of course"
what is your opinion on my portrayal?
( aaah thank you!! i’ve tried my best to study her in a sense, so i’m glad that work there is working for me! )
She moved like she was ethereal, without a single noise, not even a click from her heels. Ushered in by her sovereign, obeying her call without hesitation. Without a thought otherwise.
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Yes.
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She’d respond back, her voice so dull, there was barely any inflection to hint what she had said was actually a question. But, there was nothing else said, instead, the girl would move forward, closer, nearing the beckoning finger. Standing before the older woman, Ren would bow.
THE BOW is met with a sound of BRIGHT approval, a laugh like the clinking of wine glasses in a smoky, dark room. RAGYO KIRYUIN’S hands reach for a lock of hair, tugging it between her fingers as though it were silk. She touches the woman like an expensive vase – with some degree of caution, but like an object. A thing to be caressed and admired.
“It SUITS you well,” She flatters. “But how does it feel? Like a SECOND SKIN, I hope?”
“REN,”RAGYO KIRYUIN addresses, back straight, lips twisting into a warmer smile than she might have AWARDED anyone else; for was this not a ‘ CHILD ‘ of hers, however loosely the term could be applied to a mere GUINEA PIG? Her fingers curl, asking for the girl to step forward – to be EXAMINED by her own hand. “Come here.”
