galadrieus malikov

CHANGELING;; PRINCE | 27 WANDERER "Forgive me, kindred soul. I was just spellbound by these two doves swaying in a lover's embrace." 18+ CLOSED TO PLEIADES RPG

[444df]

gavin leatherwood, queer, trans man + he/him→

isn’t that galadrieus malikov? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of chasque. i hear they’re 27, but they’re also a changeling. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a prince. they seem to be sanguine & sincere, but also sneaky & stubborn. if you look closely, you’ll see their aesthetics include cute, festive tea parties with an elaborate spread of confections, charlotte la bouff, twinkle of hope that life can't extinguish. sideblog for pleiades [rpg]

[birth name] galadrieus astrae malikov [known alias] dree [title] prince [chronological age] 27 [species] changeling [affiliation] chasque

[gender] trans man [sexuality] queer [romance] homoromantic [alignment] lawful good [+ traits] sanguine - sincere - soft [- traits] sensitive - sneaky - stubborn

[hair] brown [hair length] [eye color] gray [height] 5'5" [build] soft - plush - full figured [notable features] personal garments are shades of pink and coral - has a large collection of pendents that vary in gemstone - tends to meddle in his brothers' affairs - loves romance - plays the harp and lyre - imitates the chirp of birds - has a fascination with dragons

[notes] There are plenty of things to be said about the prince, though he'd be ignorant to them all. Just as he keeps his head toward the sky. He often tries to do the best by all people and makes; what he assumes, are just decisions that can have some positive outlook for both parties. Speaking of, his engagements often include a decadent spread of fruits and confections to give nobles the opportunity to fellowship in quaint settings. When he is not consumed with the likes of royal diplomacy, he tries to dissolve the internal conflicts within his own family.

[swappeddevotions]

location: ember court || event starter. || open.

He had roamed around the courtyard. His eyes scanning the height of the castle. Watching as shadows dance across the walls, enchanted by the enchanting braziers along the walls. His finger tips graze against the stony walls, tapping in anticipation and expectation. Jac had heard rumors of these old walls as a child. He had heard they were crafted from the very dragons themselves along with their dragon fire, meant to keep them warm throughout the colder months. At least, that's what he used to believe as a child. It would be absurd for him to believe such things now, the pillar of sophistication that he was now as a prince. However, Jac couldn't help his curiosity from getting the better of him.

He frowns. The prince of Umoria feeling the coolness of the walls against his fingers. Jac flattens his palm against the laid stone, the dry and ancient walls, tepid against the prince's palm before it is returned to his side. He feels at the strange bits of dust left on his hand, thinking nothing of it before retrieving a drink from a servant's serving tray. Noticing another person beside him, Jac simply shrugged while raising the cup in there direction.

"Sorry, friend, I believe I was faster."

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🍑 - "And you certainly did." Dree smiled as his fingers itched from the empty palms. Perhaps it would've been in his best interest to remain amongst his brothers. Perhaps at the side of his designee. Though, his own kitten-like curiosities had him trailing behind Jac. Not too close to be obvious but far enough to observe. He wondered what was going through Jac's mind as the dirt that rolled from his fingers was surely to print upon the skin. He'd study the vessel of the drink before returning a gaze to the prince and his company. He dotted a glance toward the servant and they would retreat to get him another "Do enjoy but I'd also say perhaps to pause so that I may be able to join you. We don't wish to stir misfortune by being in the company of empty hands." Once they'd return, he'd secure his own. He presents it for a gentle kiss of their brims to ring in a soft toast.

[444df]

open : to all

🍑- "Do not allow my presence to stop you." The Prince interjects. Dree watched them falter in his presence. He'd assume there were few amongst them that only behaved this way out of the sanctuary that number provides. Had it not been for kindred spirits flocked to cackle and gossip like miserly hens. He'd lack any of the discipline his brother possessed, but that was evident in his number amongst them. The crown prince always received more respect than his kin. He swallowed thickly. He'd force a smile. With a natural flush to his features, it appeared to be genuine. "Though I do not have any pending engagements nor has any prince or duke or noble come to send for me, particularly, I do not find the affairs to be what should define myself or my brothers." Some reactions were anticipated, but the feeling that he'd attain from this was anything but enjoyable. "Excuse me." His smile quickly ceased, and the bitterness was like a taste in his mouth began to spoil.

Retreated to the empty corridor as guests trickled into the room. The banter resumed. Their strange sense of merriment roared from the adjoining hall. And when the last person escaped his peripheral, he'd thrust himself against the wall. His shoulders pressing into it as his head tugged back. He sighed deeply, rolling his eyes.

"I'm so damn exhausted from just this week." He admitted. "Smile and be polite. Yeah? Well, what has that gotten me but gossiping blind moles around a burrow? I need a few moments of an escape."

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i'm not going anywhere until you let me help.

🍑- "I can't imagine how you must feel." There was a moment where the guardsmen who'd accompany the prince would try to usher him away. To be of royal status was like a golden key, opening life to many of the precious and prized opportunities that were afforded them. Some went out of their ways to make their lives much more comfortable-- but to what end? The prince smiled upon those that chose to entertain small interactions with a foreign prince. The guards created a formation, providing people fluid motion but a quick recovery and retreat if necessary. Dree ignored them. Mostly. He did know it was best to still be aware of their movement to accommodate.

"Here. Gifts from Chasque." The prince offered the flower that was tucked behind his ear to one of the children. He gifts them both a considerable size amethyst from a pocket fashioned along the inside of the wrapped silks. "Make sure you keep these safe," he whispered to the two in awe at the gem. The clenched it and darted off to their parents. Their nimble gestures were swift. Uncoordinated. Sudden. The two dodge the crossing people. One passerby gets tripped up and falls victim to circumstance. He watched the small crowd stifle, making room for the man to sink to the ground or stabilize.

Dree stands in as acting support. "Oh no~," he exclaimed. Doe eyed. Genuinely concerned. His hand clasped to his chest. He offers himself to assist if he was within his ability - physically or emotionally. "Are you alright? I may be overstepping bounds, but I'm not going anywhere until you let me help."

[444df]

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you never let me help out.

🍑- There was an ounce of guilt that Dree hid. His thumb pressed into the palm of his other hand as he made his plea quite obvious. With the growing numbers of their peers, nobility, and commonfolk, it wasn't difficult to really decipher the impressionable from the forgettable. Though, Dree stood not too far from Dante. The peach plucked from his nectar-glossed lips. His chew circling the sweet fruit as he watched yet another exchange, only enhancing the succulence of the fruit. He sighed to himself, shaking his head as he leaned in to whisper.

Dree puts on the theatrics.

"It wouldn't be so bad if you would've allowed me to work my gods-given talent." The sigh was to exaggerate the tone. Disappointment. Oh, the despair. He took another bite, retreating from his ear out of distaste and ill-manners to do such an act so close. It would've been unbecoming of the changeling prince. "You never let me help out." Dree bites back a building snicker. "You owe me two dances for enduring this, by the way."

[444df]

"let me try for a second."

🍑 - There was a beautiful exchange between one of the dignitaries and the Chasquean prince. Dree graced the other's shoulder with a light touch. Leaned in. They'd share what appeared to be chirps of laughter. Neither of them ignored the audience they'd slowly build over the passing hour. Between them, they used it as a catalyst for their audible admissions. He'd nurse the flower that he was given; in honor of the harvest, as a token. Perhaps he selfishly cherishes this gift. He inhaled the scent and a moment of infatuation glossed over his features with the twinkle in his eyes. The natural flushing of his rosy cheeks seemed to radiate much more. It was innocent.

Mostly. Dree was a kindred soul, just indulging on the romantic things in life. The whispers of rumor would certainly set the eager ears ablaze. He looks to the gentle thrums of those strings, and he shook his head.

"I applaud your efforts." Dree slipped the flower behind his ear and extends it, silently asking for possession of the instrument. He was careful not to display imprudence or tactlessness. "Perhaps you ... let me try for a second?" The songbird soon wiggling in his seat and his bosom swelled like a brave sparrow.

[teddybarons]

It was odd to Wyll that he was now an equal among royalty. Being a prince he could brush shoulders with the elite that he had once watched from the gutters. Now that he had became acquainted with his own courtiers he found them all dreadfully boring. Wyll could only stomach court gossip for so long before wishing he was dead. Younger nobles were much more interesting and had yet to be diluted by rigid court etiquette. There were few and far between in court of Umoria, and they had already been wary of Wyll. There parents had poisoned them against him, whispering about his upbringing and lack of pedigree. This made the prince uncomfortable, who had gone without notice his entire life, to being suddenly thrusted upon a stage with all of Umoria as his audience.

"Most would consider it a crime. I, however, do not." Wyll admires his ill-gotten gains with a smile, lifting the bracelet so it can catch the light. "Is it a crime if a prince steals from a prince?" He asks, finally regarding the other who had already outstretched his hand expectedly. Wyll twirls the bracelet on one finger, planning to drag out this little game as long as he possibly can. Even if he had been caught, he was still going to have some fun. "What's this bracelet worth to you?" He asks, mulling over the sentimental and fiscal value with a twinkle in his eye.

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🍑- This couldn't possibly be how a royal guest is treated in Umoria? Dree grew steely. His stance balanced from the mouth of diverging alley. His eyes stiff The facade is kept, obviously far too confident in his own mental faculties to manage this unpleasant exchange. But it was quite obvious Dree was unamused by this horrible display of royalty. Not everyone wears their banner with grace. Dree sighed. His chewing ceased. His fingers clenched-- empty of his bracelet. This little charade was quite drab. Diplomacy failed. He'd certainly fathom the possibilities of how to have consequences dealt.

"This is no plea nor a bargaining opportunity." The stance was quite clear, obviously staring daggers through the prince. "You already know that it is still a criminal offense. Prince or not. And it is twice as bad when it is between kingdoms." Dree's lips twitched. The nerve of him. He acts like an ailed child. "While you may pay off your debts from other petty thefts, I'll certainly have you know that my official seal and the smith's initials are on the inside of one of the inlays. It is a royal vestment. A gift from my mother. The Chasquean Queen. Now. Imagine the weight of your poor decision upon your shoulders-- or neck." Dree scoffed. The pear has lost its savour. He swallowed unpleasantly. The Prince straightened himself. His cleave finding space within the heft of his subligaculums. Maybe discomfort from the shite-grin on display.

Has he gone mad?

"Have you maddened?" Like some bratty child. Dree scoffed. "No worries. All it takes is for a priest to confirm your dealings--" That was it. That was the time. He used the refracted light and momentarily blind the prince, bending it back in his face. Within an instant, Dree would take meticulous steps toward the young man and snatch his bracelet from him. Strangely, he was swifter than most would anticipate from his bust. "There! Manners will teach you and your poor sense of rogue, idle hands. I desire not to play these childish games with you."

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" i have got everything under control. "

🍑- "I have got everything under control." Royal aids creased over every detail, making sure the fine decor was in what they'd been taught was governed by the term 'perfect'. Pair that with the Prince's own extraordinary ideas of hospitality and entertainment, the tiers of delights and crystal chalices sparkled in the small hall. Drapes of elaborate embroideries, marbled slate, burning oils -- all meant to create a feeling of springtime. Vitality. Youthfulness. Life. Yet, he kept the hues milder, as careful not to overwhelm.

The thought; immediately, did such for the prince. Dree chewed on the inside of his lip. He became concerned less with the time and more with the overall appeal. Immediate scrutiny. His mind raced, cursing the wind as anxiety began to swell. His own bosom felt as if it were in his throat. "Okay. Maybe no hanging scarves." He reached for the decoration. Leaning on and used it for leverage. He stretched to accommodate for his shorter stature. He'd strain, groaning as fingers barely grasped the ends of the dangling cloth. Does; however, try to dial back how active he was being- he didn't want to ruin the nice curls he'd worked so hard to develop with the sheen of sweat. Or to look like an unkept troll.

Soft blares of horns to signal approach, honoring the guest of the palace.

Dree squealed, snatching the fabric just as the doors are opened by guards. He tucked it behind him. Hidden from sight. He sighs in relief. "Ohhhh~!" He'd roll the fabric into a single, round mass. "Salutations," He'd wait for the appropriate time. Perhaps a distraction from someone in the hall. He looked toward the nearest handmaid. The fabric tossed in what he thought was a smooth, direct hand-off. Dree snapped into what he'd been taught as regal poise and stance. "I entrust that our guards and diplomats have treated you with the utmost consideration?"

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"LET ME HELP YOU" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

here, i'll take care of that.

why don't you sit down and let me take care of it?

you must be exhausted. i can finish up.

i know you were struggling. that's why i did it for you.

i'm your friend. it's my job to help you out.

oh, it's no trouble at all. let me take care of this.

this won't take long!

you just sit there and look pretty. i'll handle everything.

no no! i don't want you lifting a finger!

this is my way of thanking you.

i've got everything under control.

you do so much for me already. it's time for me to return the favor.

i know how much this means to you.

let me help you, dammit.

i put everything away while you were asleep.

hope you don't mind.

it was never going to get done without me.

i like helping you out.

you deserve some good rest.

it's no trouble at all.

i'll tell them. you stay there.

i've got everything under control.

figured you could use my help.

no need to thank me!

i wanted to help you out here.

i heard you needed some assistance.

they said you needed help, so i stepped in.

oh, don't mention it!

everything will be just fine once i finish this up.

you've done so much for me already.

i wanted to thank you for helping me out.

this is my show of thanks.

let me carry that for you.

don't move a muscle.

it's clear you needed some help with this.

i'm not gonna just stand here and make you do all the work.

where can i help you out?

what can i do? put me to work.

that's easy! i can do that for you.

let me try for a second.

you've done quite enough! it's time for me to take over!

i stepped in and finished the job while you were away.

i took over the project.

i saw you struggling with it. i didn't want to say anything.

oh that? that wasn't hard at all!

i care about you. i wanted to do this for you.

when's the last time you let someone help you?

you never let me help out.

you can't do everything by yourself.

listen to me. i want to help you.

i'm not going anywhere until you let me help.

this is too hard for one person.

it would mean a lot to me if you let me help.

i hate seeing you struggle alone.

[teddybarons]

location: the market outside of oakenhold keep

Between pale fingers, Wyll admires a gem-encrusted bracelet. It shimmers beautifully in the afternoon sun and is going to look absolutely perfect on Wyll. By now the former owner would realize that his fancy jewelry was gone. Wyll would have stuck around to revel in the sight of realization and panic, but he knew better. Never linger at the scene of the crime. It had been laughably easy to unclasp the bracelet and slip it into his own pocket while passing the poor sod. Keep your head down. Walk fast. Slip out of sight. Wyll kept those words in mind as he vanished into an alley and appeared on the other side of the market. Never let them see your face. Wyll ignored that bit of advice from his former teachers. He was far too pretty not to employ his good looks while his fingers went to work. All it took was a smile for him to disarm people, allowing him to steal from beneath their very noses.

Wyll had already amassed a sizable amount of loot during his short time in the markets, but he wanted more. Slipping into a passing throng, he easily swipes coins, jewelry, and other items of probable importance. He would filter out the useless crap later in his chambers. Wyll brushes his shoulder against a passerby on accident. Donning brown robes so he wouldn't look out of place, he smiles up at the stranger. "My apologies. I ought to watch where I'm going." His brown eyes twinkle while his fingers go to work, having already reached into their belongings to swipe something quickly. "Good day, ser." Wyll bids them farewell before turning and ducking into a nearby alley. If the stranger had noticed something missing, they had better be quick. Wyll never lingered at the scene of the crime.

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🍑- "You know. Most would consider this a criminal act to take from a visiting prince without permission." The pear that graced Dree's rosen lips acted as a muffle, hiding his naturally flushed cheeks. The succulent piece of fruit laden upon his pout was bitten. Its firm flesh surrendering to him and its juice savored. He hadn't eaten of this regional harvest in what felt like years. He'd relish on the favorable selection of the market. Dree placed the thievery as a lessor act when compared to the delicious fruit. Well, everything was lessor when compared to food. In his eyes, at the very least.

Much like indulging in sinful acts, he'd chew it as eyes soon returned to the younger male. The other hand reached with subtle twitches of flexing fingers-gesturing for his jewelry to be returned. Though his frame much shorter, his stoutness adding some meaning to his nonverbal demand. He'd nod, gesturing again. Eyes soon dart to his empty palm to exaggerate that he'd come for what was his.

They'd flick back to [Wyll].

"That's not nice. It would've been considered to be an act of kindness to depart with one of my favorite pieces. But now I revoke such a privilege. Return what is mine, and I will allow you to retreat without a fuss."