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@adrianncarmichael
Adrian Carmichael takes the MBTI test and scores…ENFP
"You are one of the Diplomats - an empathic and idealistic individual who enjoys exploring interesting ideas and prizes morality. You are known for your enthusiasm, optimism and intuitive skills."
But I have had more than one sip so far, and I am not dropped dead! Maybe even…five sips? I am not able to remembering at present time, so ask me later, yes? You have just finished speaking with witch, Prince Adrian? Ooh…is she your girlfriend? Do you love her? Is so romantic!
Oh, is just…like saying earlier, I am bad person, my prince. I am making people sad without meaning to…you are remembering my big man, yes? My Shura? Christian Bennet…I am in forever love with him, and I told him as such and we were much happy, but then…when I told my knight, Sir Matthew, he was telling me that he is also in forever love with me, and then he…he left, and has not been talking to me ever since. And is—is leaving giant hole in my heart, you see, because he was big part of my world, and now he is just…gone. And I am not thinking he will come back anytime soon.
You're still pretty out of it for someone who couldn't even manage to finish a single drink on her own, and that's definitely saying something.What are you--? Love her? Love that witch with a superiority complex who infuriates me harder than any other fucking woman I've ever met? You've got to be kidding me. I just--no, princess, I don't love her. She's irritating. She's grating. She's...no. Just...no.
Wait...hang on a second here. You think you're a bad person because you love one person romantically but don't love another? Fuck that, Tatiana; don't let anyone make you feel bad for loving anyone (even a knight). You can't help who you give your heart to, just like this Matthew fellow can't help that he fell in love with you in the first place. It's alright to feel bad for him for feeling unrequited love, but...don't blame yourself for it. That's not right.
Me? Oh no, I’m not of the same rank as nobility, but I have more than enough experience in their circles. After all, they are a very needy group who require that specific services be made available. Many of their requests just happen to coincide with my own interests, but I am owned by no one. Power, on the other hand, I am intimately involved with. Yes, newer, but certainly not better in it’s current state.
I must agree, your prince. I trust you’ve made those proper connections? I hear that neck slicing is a blessing in comparison to what a few of the less savory groups would do, should they get angry.
Congratulations, Prince Adrian; I knew you would remember eventually. I did say I would come and find you at some point, didn’t I? And don’t bother trying to alert anyone- I could snap your neck and escape before you would even have a chance to open that mouth of yours.
I...how did you manage it? The disguise, sneaking past the guards, immersing yourself in the ball without anyone recognizing you? I hardly know you myself, otherwise I surely would've been able to pick you out among a crowd with little to no difficulty.
...You're bluffing. You wouldn't kill me. What do you want from me?
Really, the nerve of some people to think that royalty should be treated in the same manner as commoners. I would think it would be common sense that the ones closest to the crown have the most needs. However, this monarchy is a new one- the people haven’t quite gotten it into their heads that some are more important than others. Is that so? Well, having acquaintances is still important. Status might be difficult to enforce, but connections are everything.
Still can’t recall? That’s a shame- I thought I had left such a strong impression in the marketplace.
Oh good, the drinks are here. Care for one, your highness?
Exactly...my word, you really seem to understand it all; I take it you must be some sort of nobility yourself, then? I know that I'm the only visiting prince, but...are you the son of a nobleman, maybe? A lady in waiting, perhaps? You certainly have the air of someone who has grown up in the castle; or at least within the realm of power. New...I wouldn't say that, exactly, though they are newer than most. Certainly newer than my kingdom, at the very least. I couldn't agree more about connections; it means so much in a time where the wrong word or name could get your neck sliced open.
...The market? I can't remember if you...you're her. You're that dark one, aren't you?
I am trying out drinking! Is not very nice, though, and I am not liking all that much…why is it burning when you swallow? Is that supposing to be added perk? It also is not much good at making me forget that I am terrible person, either…
But—that is besides point! We are dancing, yes, my prince?
I feel like maybe you shouldn't be trying out drinking...I feel like one sip would knock you dead. And that's saying a lot, considering I just got done speaking with a witch who thinks she's six foot three and trying to toss back liquor like a man three times her size.
We can dance in a minute...what's eating at you, kid? You seem a lot less chipper than you were the last time we spoke...is this place finally getting to you?
At least I know how to hit, Adrian ‘Couldn’t Land a Punch if My Life Depended on it’ Carmichael! And for your information, I have only had—I have only had—drinks! Two drinks! And I’m perfectly fine! I could out-drink you in a heartbeat!
Excuse me? I can hit perfectly damn well, thank you very much; that overgrown lizard certainly seemed to be irritated by the utter power behind my swings. Only two drinks and you're already hiccuping like you swallowed a bottle of wine? Oh, this is too great. You won't remember a thing tomorrow.
Prince Adrian! Is you! Dance with me, dance with me!
You alright there, princess? You seem a bit eager this evening.
I wouldn’t expect anything less for a prince, and you’ve been put through so much discourtesy, I’m sure. The finest luxuries are the least we should offer. It is so reassuring that at least a few members of our kingdom have managed to please you. Perhaps you have made some new friends?
Oh, we certainly have, your grace. It was only in passing, but you aren’t someone that I would forget so easily.
As for me, I may have changed a little, but haven’t we all?
It's good to see that someone around here seems to get it; you have no idea how many times I've run into fools who can't seem to comprehend that, with my status being so high above their own, so are my needs. Friends...I've stumbled across a few, if you can manage to call them that.
We've met? Pray tell, what's your identity, then? You look vaguely familiar, but...I can't quite place a name to your features.
"I’m hardly on my way to being—hic—drunk, thank you very much.I’m just…you know…oh! Mistletoe!”
Someone's been hitting the liquor a tad too hard.
Now that sounds like a charming time. Still having trouble adjusting to our war-torn kindgom, your highness? I’ll have them fetch the drinks post-haste.
Doesn't it, though? Only the best for me; I demand it after everything I've been put through. A bit of trouble, yes, though a few people have been...comforting, in their own unique ways. Pardon, but uh...have we met before?
I demand lots of booze, lots of dancing, and a night where I can forget about how disgusting this country has otherwise proven to be.
Adrian Carmichael in Under the Mistletoe
Some key notes on his attire:
• One of his favorite black dress suits, tailored to his exact tastes
• A dark, rich red dress shirt brought over from Nosiris with him
• A festive black and white-colored bowtie with reindeer depicted all over it
• Freshly-polished black loafers purchased from a high end shoemaker in Sansoria
• Ruby cufflinks; only of the highest quality and genuine value, of course
• A spritz of custom cologne to keep him smelling fresh all night long
"Oh, shut up." Bastian rolled a crystal orb across the counter to the Prince, "Your spell is ready."
He resisted the urge to mention just how lucky the Prince was that it was ready now. First the attack on the village. Then the rush of villagers demanding Bastian’s handy work.
"Hold the orb in your hands and think of your parents. Let me know when you can see them in the crystal."
Bastian picked up a flat wooden board with the start of a summoning circle on it. With a little pot of blood-paint, he finished painting on the sigils for the summoning.
He needed the prince’s presence, if not for the letter (which was resting on the counter top, sheathed in a heavy, expensive paper envelope), then for his knowledge of Nosiris. It’s not like Bastian knew what the place was like, or had knowledge of the people in it
"Don't tell me to shut up," Adrian barked, narrowing his eyes in the other man's direction. "I'm a prince; I don't take well to being spoken to like scum by someone working for me."
Adrian was still nervous about this entire process; he wanted to make sure the letter was sent to his parents and that they knew he was safe (well...as safe as he could possibly be in this hellhole), but he had no idea what the cost or price of it would be. Would it cause the remnants of the portal to crack and fissure away? Would it hurt his cause rather than help it? And what would happen when (if) the Valentinas and the leaders of the witch and warlock covens found out that Adrian was attempting this with the grouchy warlck in the first place?
It was just...too confusing. Too risky. And yet, Adrian was still here: letter in hand and hopes raised.
Hesitantly, Adrian took the orb in his hands and focused on it carefully. With his brows furrowed together and his thoughts directed towards his parents, Adrian had hopes that...that he'd finally be able to see them. And then, when a few minutes had passed, the soft--but familiar--edges of his mother began to blur into shape.
"I see her," he breathed, more to himself than Bastian. "I see my mother."
It’s not too much if you ask nicely.
I always ask for things nicely. Then I demand them.
All I need at this point is a way to deliver a message to my parents; is that even too much to ask the coven leaders at this point?
Lost | Adonis and Adrian
Adonis suppressed a sigh and only allowed his smile to stay as it was — small and polite. He’d heard rumours of the foreign prince, but good lord, this was beyond anything he could have expected. He didn’t like the way the boy was looking at him. Yet again, he couldn’t help but think that his best option would be to just take off out the nearest window. Except… what the hell was he even thinking? He was a King. If this boy was a Valentina, that would be one thing, but he wasn’t. He was a visiting prince of a land that Adonis had never really heard of, so how could the faerie know for a fact that this Adrian really was a prince, hm?
He didn’t actually doubt the boy’s lineage or claims to some far-off throne, but it was intriguing. Adonis couldn’t help but wonder if the boy treated all non-humans in this way, and, if so, how he was still alive. He wondered which species would be the one to do it. It would be most amusing for a witch or warlock to be the offended ones. They had the most room for creativity, after all. Then again, a good-old dose of dragon fire could be hilarious. If he was going to do it —
Wait, what was he even supposed to be thinking or answering? Damn this human brat.
"Well," he said, trying so very hard not to roll his eyes or to in any other way offend the foreign prince, “knowing is perhaps the wrong word. I made a logical deduction.” He crossed his arms and tilted his head, narrowing his eyes ever-so-slightly, as if seeing the man the first time. “Your clothes are too nice for a servant’s or a knight’s. You carry yourself with the” pigheaded arrogance “dignity of royalty. Citizens not living under a rock know there’s a foreign prince in the land. I would have to be pretty stupid to not be able to put two and two together, wouldn’t I?”
Asking a question such as that was probably a bad idea. No doubt the boy would answer in his head (and maybe out loud — what did Adonis know?) in the affirmative. But the faerie would cross that bridge once he’d come to it. “As for what I’m doing here, well… certainly the same tactic can be used,” he assured the boy. “I didn’t attack you on sight, nor did I run away. I greeted you with respect and politely asked for help finding my way out of this castle to which I was so kindly invited. Any number of guards or knights can verify my identity and the reason for my presence.”
The King eyed the boy briefly before making a snap decision. “One might think a Prince, visiting or no, would also be able to use such logic as well. Or that he would at least know the various important players in a land and how to recognise them.”
Adrian felt uneased by the way that the faerie was staring at him; as if he was having some sort of silent debate with himself over the legitimacy of who Prince Adrian was. The human found himself increasingly wary of this stranger lurking inside of the Valentina castle walls; he wanted to know exactly what it was the faerie was doing in here, what sort of business he had with the Valentinas (for as rude and blunt as Adrian tended to be, he did--at the very least--care about the well being of Sansoria's royal family), if he was up to no good in the castle, if he was even allowed to be here in the first place. Dozens of questions swirled around in the young prince's mind, and he found it daunting as he gazed upon this supernatural to decide which he would demande next. And the way the faerie stood and acted...as if he had some sort of rights or power that Adrian didn't fully seem to understand.
What was it about this member of the Fey Court that left the human prince so offended and puzzled?
When the faerie finally opened his mouth and spoke, Adrian found both of his eyebrows arching high on his forehead--first in disbelief, then in shock, and finally in anger. Initially, the concept of the faerie deducing who Adrian was based on his clothing and common knowledge about a foreign prince visiting Sansoria didn't seem too strange or insulting...but by the time the stranger got around to accusing the prince of being pigheaded and arrogant, Adrian was practically seething with rage. If he was anyone else, and if he had been raised anywhere other than royal court, he very likely might have lunged over and punched the prick in the face for saying such outlandish things about him in the first place. How dare he--how dare this stranger speak to him in such a despicable manner!
Adrian opened his mouth to speak--to offer some sort of retort or to demand that the man stand still while Adrian called the guards over--but was cut off as the stranger continued to speak. He wasn't making any sort of specifics about his name or who he was, but he made it well-known that he was a very important figure in the war against Sansoria, and at once, things began to click into place for Adrian. He was a member of the Fey Court--a species that still hadn't chosen to take sides in the war--which could only mean that...
"A King is trying to preach to me about the pigheaded arrogance of royalty?" Adrian spat through clenched teeth, resisting the impulse to roll his eyes as he took a step forward. "I don't know where the hell you think you are, King of the Faeries, but you're on human soil...you should treat someone of equal rank to you with equal civility."
How Fast the Night Changes || Drabble [Flashback #1]
"Adrian."
It was a voice, softer than any he'd ever known, that drew the young prince out of his thoughts. Adrian Carmichael, Prince and future ruler of Nosiris, had been perched on the balcony just outside of his bedroom, fixated on wriggling his tongue in and out of the brand new hole in his mouth. The little boy had woken up to find his two front teeth loose and, in a fit of eagerness, had yanked them out with the help of one of the servant's children, a little girl by the name of Rosie. The concept of the Tooth Fairy, a magical being who rewarded children for spitting out baby teeth like candy, was widely known in Adrian's kingdom of Nosiris, and the little boy was ecstatic about stuffing his two tiny teeth underneath his overstuffed pillow and waiting to see what sort of gifts the tooth fairy would give him come tomorrow morning. In fact, the little boy was so excited about it that he'd nearly missed his name being called at all.
So, turning around and teetering on the edge of the balcony, he supplied a tall woman with long and flowing blonde hair with a winning, toothless smile.
"Mama!" he cried, and then Adrian was propelling himself off of the balcony and racing towards the glittering, eretheral beauty that was his mother, Queen Aurelia. The gentle woman bent down and opened her arms wide, nearly falling off her feet as her small child, a boy of seven years old, slammed himself against her dainty figure. Adrian let out a small giggle of a sound, clutching onto his mother's expensive clothing as she lifted him up into her arms. He lifted his hands and rested them on both sides of her cheeks, marveling in how soft and smooth his mother always seemed to be.
"I see those annoying teeth of yours have finally come out," she cooed, and her lips spread into a grin that stretched the fine lines of her cheekbones. Adrian nodded slowly, sucking in his bottom lip and blinking up at his mother with wide eyes. "And have you put your teeth under your pillow for the Tooth Fairy to find?" At this, Adrian nodded eagerly, his eyes glittering with excitement.
"I did, mama, I did!" he exclaimed, pressing his hands tighter against her cheeks. Queen Aurelia laughed, her bright eyes shining like gems, and leaned forward to rub her nose against her son's. The gesture was so sweet and tender, just like their relaitonship was, and Adrian felt himself squirm and wrap his arms aorund his mother's neck; he knew he was supposed to be a big boy now, but there was nowhere in the world that Adrian would rather be than with his mother.
"And what are you going to ask the Tooth Fairy for, my precious little boy?" she asked, carrying them over to the rocking chair positioned in the far corner of Adrian's bedroom. Slowly, she sat down, clutching Adrian on her lap and waiting for his response. "You know she tends to give out money and presents to good little boys and girls...are you going to ask for a shiny new coin, maybe? Or some new books to read?"
Adrian fiddled with the front of his mother's dress, swallwing a strange sort of knot that had seemed to rise in his throat, and then whispered so low his mother had to strain to hear him: "I'm going to ask for something that can make you all better, mama."
At this, Queen Aurelia's face faltered, and she lifted a hand to run her fingers through her son's thick mop of blond hair. She shushed Adrian for a moment, watching as her boy's lower lip quivered, and then leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against his forehead.
"Whatever do you mean, baby?" she asked gently, her eyes scanning her son's developing features. "I'm fine, Adrian." At this, Adrian shook his head, clearly adamant on protesting to anything his mother had to say.
"You're sick, mama; I hear daddy tell the servants you're sick," he whispered, as if he feared that saying it louder would make it even more true. "And so I'm going to make you all better."
"Oh, Adrian, my sweet boy, don't you know that I'll be fine? I will, baby, I promise...for your sake, alright?" his mother cooed, shaking her head saddly at her son.
"No," Adrian said, quite fiercely for a boy of seven years old. "When I grow up and becoming King, I'm going to take care of you, mama. I'm going to make sure you never get sick again, and I'm never gonna leave you alone. I promise, mama...I'll always be with you!"
If Adrian had only known then how very wrong he was.
