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fabledream​:

          She hums, tilting her head from one side to the other.  ❝ Hm… bits and pieces. Enough to know where your mind is already wandering off to. ❞  It’s endearing of course, and who is her dear Lorenz without his moments of poetry? As he shifts, she tilts her head back a bit to smile up at him.  ❝ It is beautiful here, though I must be honest. I do find it more enjoyable here because you are with me. I’m not convinced I would have visited such place on my own. ❞ 

          A chuckle answers him, but it does little to hide to softening expression upon her features.  ❝ Oh I wouldn’t be so bold as to say that before you’ve seen the sunset. I heard the locals mention it’s quite the stunning sight. I was promised that it’s also very romantic. ❞

“Good. I am glad to hear it. I will admit that a beach would not normally rank as my first choice for a retreat, but it seems my judgement was sound nonetheless.” Lorenz casts his gaze down to meet hers, and he cannot help but think perhaps she’s more like the rising sun than anything else. ‘Ah — now that might be something. It isn’t quite there yet, but I shall have to remember it,’ he thinks. The comparison is still raw, unfinished, and there’s no use spoiling it before he can mold it into something more.

“I certainly won’t shy from such boldness, darling, for the locals have never seen your smile for comparison.” He hasn’t seen the sunset, either, but that is hardly important at the moment — not when her face is soft and smiling, and there’s nowhere else he would rather look. “Though I suppose we will simply have to make our way there before the sun fades, and then perhaps we might judge it for ourselves.”

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vulneraryisms​:

Of course he wants a drawbridge.

Alan finds himself amused rather than tired, though. Lorenz can be insufferable at times, but there’s no doubting he goes about everything he decides to do with complete enthusiasm. Alan isn’t nearly so high energy a person, so it’s easier to just listen and follow along. Luckily, Lorenz seems to appreciate this more than anything.

“Don’t get too attached to it,” He says lightly, “It’ll be gone with the next tide no matter how nice we make it.”

Lorenz closes the circle and stands back to survey the planned pathway for their moat. Hands on his hips, he admires his incredible handiwork. “Ah, but of course. The ephemeral nature only contributes to the beauty of our castle. While those who may be lucky enough to bear witness to such glory can speak to its ingenious design and construction, it shall only exist in the imaginations of others!” 

“And, of course, they will tell the tale of how it towered over the other, more lackluster castles of the day.”

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arrowsfly​:

❛ ah, guess i gotta rescue you, huh ? ❜ it takes him little to no time at all to move the sand aside with his hands, at least enough to free lorenz’s arms and shoulders. from there he grabs lorenz under the armpits and hoists him up to freedom ! but now he’s holding him there in the air like a little cat. 

❛ who buried you, anyway ? you want me to bury them ? ❜

Lorenz would object to the word ‘rescue’ — he might suggest that ‘aid’ is more accurate term, one that allows for his dignity to remain in tact but Balthus is too quick for all that. The most he manages to get out is a undignified squawk as he’s yanked free of his sandy cage. His legs immediately begin to pedal, toes stretching for the soft sand they cannot reach. “No — ah, no that won’t at all be necessary!”

It isn’t really like this could get any worse — right? “It was . . .  merely some local children. I thought I might indulge them when they asked,” he finally admits. “However, they then proceeded to bury me and run off in an exceptionally rude fashion. Thank you for your assistance, Balthus, but you can put me down!”

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aethele​:

ferdinand’s face draws up on one side,   an endeared sort of exasperation.     “     all right,   all right   ――   and if i let you put it on me now,   does that mean i will not have to indulge  your grousing  ?   i do loathe to make you upset,   my darling plum.     ”

“I would hardly call my concern grousing, but if that is what it takes to save my darling peach from the displeasure of a burn, then so be it.” Lorenz is quick to flip open the lid of the container in his hand. “Come here. I swear it shall only take a moment . . . and if you remain interested, I would not be adverse to joining you for that swim.”

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listlesscholar​:

“ I am capable, ” Linhardt’s eyes are closed, and though he frowns, he can’t help but to entertain the conversation… the warmth and sea breeze makes their company far too pleasant.  “ You would likely find that I am but a mere sea cucumber in comparison to your own mastery, however.  I rather prefer floating in place. ”

“Hm. How quaint. Floating about at the whims of the currents sounds dreadful in my opinion, absolutely no control over what you achieve, or even where you might go.” Lorenz leans back onto his forearms, carefully crossing his ankles one over the other, prim as ever even in relaxation. “I would be more like a shark – graceful and efficient, which as luck would have it, are only two of my many fine qualities.”

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tomestobetold​:

“If her hat were any bigger, Lorenz, she wouldn’t be able to stand up,” Marianne giggled. Juliette had only just started walking, her steps were stumbling and clumsy at best. But Juliette was excited to be at the beach with them, looking curiously out at the water and the myriad shells along the sand. 

“I’ve already put sunscreen all over her little arms and legs, why don’t we try carrying her to the water? I think she wants to splash around a bit.”

“Hm. Perhaps you are right.” For good measure, Lorenz adjusts Juliette’s enormous hat once more. Just in case. Though his heart might beat wild at every unsure step she manages on unsteady legs, he knows he shouldn’t jump in at every little wobble — and yet his heart so often overrides his mind on the matter. “I know how attentive you are to her, my love.”

Arms open, he gestures for Marianne to hand her over. “And I think that is a splendid idea. She has taken so quickly to walking, I believe we will be teaching her how to swim sooner than we might expect.”

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aethele​:

“     aha,   has he now ?   well,   i happen to know the perfect way you might  vex him right back.     ”     ferdinand holds where he is standing at the threshold despite lorenz’s inviting gesture,   a silent tug-of-war they have played time and time again,   hip slant against the doorframe.     “     just think:   imagine the vexation he will endure when your reply  arrives a day late.   why did it arrive late,   you ask ?   ――   because you did not even read it the night it arrived !   no,   you spent the evening being pampered by your adoring husband instead.     ”  

“Hmph. That would be a reasonable conclusion — for anyone who does not know him as well as I do. You have made an error in assuming that he eagerly awaits my reply. Though it may sound ridiculous, I believe he would greatly appreciate any extra time my delay would provide.” Lorenz notices at once how Ferdinand lingers in the doorway — ‘So, that is how it shall be tonight.’ The way he tidies his papers takes a sudden turn for the performative. “However, I do suppose I could be . . . persuaded to put such vexations aside for the evening.”

[tobiibear]

oc Alan is self conscious about his burn scars and Lorenz’s solution is to always cover them in kisses

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gotta say, tumblr putting a ‘follow’ prompt beside the name of blogs i am 100% already following is way not cool. thought i was softblocked by a bunch of people in my drafts for a minute there.

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arrowsfly​:

‘ What the– how’d you even get in there, little buddy ? ‘ The current situation leaves him scratching his head, hands on his hips. Who buried him ? Why did he let them ?

He glances at the ocean, an eyebrow raised. ‘ You, uh, know the tide’s comin’ in, right ? ‘ 

      “How . . . how I ended up here is of no importance!” Lorenz sputters, hoping that such a vague proclamation will be enough to satisfy Balthus. The story is . . . well, it’s embarrassing, and such embarrassment would not reflect well upon someone so noble. Lorenz attempts to wiggle in his sandy cell to no avail. “Yes, I am well aware of the tide — time is of the essence!”

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vulneraryisms​:

Alan almost asks sarcastically if he should fashion a trebuchet from some twigs, but he holds himself back. It would be rude, first of all, and he’s trying to work on his manners- second, Lorenz would probably actually go for it.

And anyway, getting sand under his nails is nothing new. He’s a gardener, a little digging won’t hurt him- especially in the company of someone he finds overall endearing(if occasionally tiring).

“Right, right,” he simply says, and goes about knuckling his hands into the sand.

       Lorenz is quick to grab a piece of driftwood, setting out to draw out a plan for their moat. “It is imperative that we plan it out properly — we must leave room for the drawbridge! Of course, there are so many other factors to consider . . . the distance from the castle walls should be accurate, and yet, leaving a little more space may be more aesthetically pleasing,” he says, half to himself and half to Alan. “Sand may be a rather simple medium, but with the proper effort I am sure we will create something to dazzle all who might see it! Yes, I think this sandcastle will be the talk of the trip!”

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fabledream​:

          The water is cool and soothing as it rushes to meet her and she watches as it pulls away just as quickly as it arrives, only to repeat the whole process again and again. Sensing that she has drifted away from her lover during their exploration of the beach, Rosamaria glances over her shoulder to check just how far behind she’s left her dear Lorenz. Thankfully no toot far at all — she can hear the faint echo of his voice over the low hum of the waves, after all.  

          Leaving footprints in the wet sand, Rosamaria makes her way back to him, arms loosely encircling his middle.  ❝ Your efforts are admirable, but I’m not so sure if the sea and I mesh well where metaphors and similes are involved. ❞   

      Lorenz starts, tensing at the unexpected touch. It lasts for less than a moment. He sighs. His shoulders droop. Rosamaria’s warmth against his back is familiar and welcome. “You heard all that, did you?” 

     “I cannot help but find inspiration in the beauty of our surroundings — of which I do hope you find to your liking?” Turning in her arms, he shifts to the side, wrapping her in an embrace of his own. “It only felt fitting to liken them to you . . . but perhaps you are right. As beautiful as this beach is, it could only ever come up dreadfully short in such a contest.”

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aethele​:

“    hm ?  oh,   you do not have to worry about that,     ”     ferdinand says,   hand held parallel to his brow to block the sunlight as he looks out over the horizon of bright blue rolling waves.     “     you know i do not burn easily.   a few hours will be fine !   do you want to swim ?     ”

     “Hmph. You may not burn easily, but you may still burn all the same.” Lorenz flicks his hair over his shoulder before folding his hands across his chest. “Perhaps I cannot force you to take precautions but do not expect me to indulge your grousing later, when you find yourself redder than lobster.”

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sceadwe​:

“     you may consider it a  morbid curiosity.   i can’t help but wonder what fódlan might look like should the alliance  fall to ruin  …     ”     he lets the thought hang on the curled corner of his lip,   then pops his his nose up,   mirroring the usual pomposity of the man before him.     “     contemptible as it may be,   i am a noble,   am i not ?   a noble ought to be concerned with such things.     ”

     “While it is a ghastly thought, I suppose I cannot fault your logic. A noble must be prepared for any outcome, even one so unlikely. However, there is no need for you to worry yourself over the thought — I assure you, I would never allow for such a fate to befall the Alliance!” Lorenz puffs like a peacock, Hubert’s attempt to mock him sailing clean overhead. “The Empire shall always have strong allies in House Gloucester, and by extension, Leicester, if that is your concern.”

[yellosubbub]

What do you mean this isn’t how it went

Another Lorenz because I was on a roll

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@stormsiris​ heads to the beach 🌊

     “Is it safe for you to go in the water? What with your—“ Lorenz makes a vague gesture with his hands “—electricity?”