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What they did to me was monstrous.
And they created a monster. (via brideofsparda)
Valentines Auction. Right....
our eyes locked across the room and i said fuck not you again
A grand event like this was surely not going to be missed by the redhead. She’d went and picked out the most expensive dress she could find in order to attend, it was a girl’s duty to look beautiful for the night after all. This hadn’t been the first ball she had ever been to, but it had been the first masquerade. With a mask hiding her identity, she figures no one has to even know it’s her when they dance and so she goes along with it whenever she is asked, but declines. No one here seemed good enough for her. All she does is pace around uncomfortably the entire time, waiting for the right one to ask.
It isn’t until she bumps into a stranger that she turns to hurriedly apologize to them, only to be met with harsh word saying that she wasn’t that hard to recognize. For a moment, she’s not sure who it is—but it all clicks into place when she notices their familiar appearance. ❝ You— ❞ is how she’d begin, balling her fists.
❝ Dufort! ❞ angrily, she moves to punch his shoulder now. Honestly, how dare he say something like that to her. ❝ You really have no idea how to compliment a girl, do you? Not even for one night? ❞
「 Her reaction afterwards is a dead giveaway, too. Dufort had gotten used to how she acted, and that meant he was able to spot her mannerisms a mile away. The tone in her voice, the way her fists ball like she's ready to sock him in the face? All Severa. She wasn't entirely fond of him for the fact he was no-holds-barred whenever he spoke, which was really her own problem, not his. It's not his fault she keeps interpreting his blunt statements as insults against her.
He doesn't move to avoid the fist that smacks his suit-clad shoulder, only side-glancing her with green behind black. Her punch is hard, but he's dealt with far worse in the past. Only a light shrug of the shoulders follows her bizarre accusation, tone bland and unempathetic as always. 」
I wasn't planning on complimenting you. I was stating a fact.
「 He then finally takes the time to actually take in her attire. If it was honesty she was fishing for, then.... 」
You look fine.
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[text]: You’re dead meat.
To: MisakiFrom: DufortSent: xx/xx/xxxx
Text: You're not very threatening.
Text: You're more than welcome to try, though.
send my muse one of the following to see how they react:
[text]: What the hell are you saying? [text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? [text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather. [text]: Come on if you’re coming. [text]: Are we going to do this or what? [text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me? [text]: Don’t get too comfortable. [text]: S.O.S. [text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning? [text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? [text]: Is there something I should know? [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol. [text]: Is that suppose to be a threat? [text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back. [text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping. [text]: I’m not going with you to see that. [text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM [text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens. [text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation? [text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way? [text]: Just admit it..you missed me. [text]: I was hoping you would go with me. [text]: You’re dead meat. [text]: How do you feel about a threesome? [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you. [text]: We are not going there.
our eyes locked across the room and i said fuck not you again
「 So this is what it was like, huh. He'd never been to a formal event in his life, not really being out in the open world for more than 2 years. Travelling around, he'd really never had a chance. It wasn't that exciting, but then again he hadn't really done anything yet.
Adjusting the plain black mask over his face, ringed eyes swept over the floor and over every person hidden (and some not-so-hidden) behind everything from cloth to steel wire. Some people sure went all out for these things. His was relatively normal...he'd simply went with what he could find that would fit the criteria. It's not like he was a big fan of making himself extravagant.
Moving out of the way of someone behind him without looking, Dufort gently brushed against a smaller girl going by, and casting a glance towards her made the click of familiarity set in. Sure, she did have something obscuring some of her face, but he'd seen her close up enough to recognize her despite that. Flaming red hair, delicate features, and the way she carried herself...he didn't really need to consult the Answer Talker for it. 」
You're not that hard to recognize.
「 It's less of an insult and more of a simple statement. However, simply because of the way he says it, it might be seen as otherwise. 」
You awake to discover 4 or 5 presents stowed away in your abode, all of which have been boxed in pristine, vibrantly wrapped boxes adorned with bows. Some of these boxes contain: a framed photo of Zeno, an assortment of sweaters and books, a bunny from the shelter accompanied with the necessities to tend to it and a massage chair. (This is not to be published or responded to until the 25th. Merry Christmas!)
「 He already knows what they’re from when he lays eyes on them. It can’t be from anybody he knows, obviously…he wasn’t close enough or on good enough terms with any of them for that. Why they’d choose to gift him anything, he doesn’t know, but there’s a certain strange feeling welling as he stares at the boxes all addressed to him.
He hasn’t celebrated Christmas in…years. So many years. He can only vaguely remember two, and even then those are so far off they’re not worth mentioning. He hasn’t received gifts for that same amount of years, either. At least…physical ones. He allows himself the feeling of them being unknown as he slowly begins to open them, starting from the largest and ending with the smallest. The chair is nice, so are the books, and who knows if he’ll actually wear the sweaters, but he finally pauses once he finds a live animal on his hands.
The only pet he can remember having was the mouse he was allowed to have while still stuck in that pristine white cage. That hadn’t lasted very long, considering what they did to it to anger him. The fluffball hops around, pauses, then makes it’s way over to him and stares at him with glassy black eyes before leaning into and nuzzling into the palm of his hand.For a moment, he simply stares, and then he lifts it into his lap and keeps a hand on it as he picks up the last gift left in the pile.
This is the one he’s truly grateful for. He didn’t have much to remember Zeon by materialistically, even if the promises and gratitude he left him with was more than enough to keep him from ever forgetting him. Ringed, turquoise eyes stare at the familiar smiling face encased behind glass, and then finally it’s set down as the rabbit in his grasp stares curiously.
Just like when he received the younger boy’s letter, a small smile actually graces Dufort’s lips for the first time in a while.
This may be the first Christmas he’d had in years, but it was by far the best. 」
「 Oh no...his tac tacs.... 」
「 This was a first.
Well, it's not like he had anything better to do, even if he'd never gone to something like to this before. 」
January 3rd, huh....
☾ sleeps?
☾ sleeps
Dufort sleeps pretty steady for the most part. Minimal tossing and turning, maybe an arm here and there. He tends to shift between laying on his back to laying on his side, although his side is the most preferable.
He’s also quiet. He never really ever makes a sound, not so much as a mumble or a snore. It’s rare for him to get nightmares, and since not much scares him it won’t show, but if you’re lucky and it’s a particularly bad one you might see his face look even the slightest bit distressed.
☼ eating postures
☼ you choose! - eating postures
Dufort is the kind to sort of slouch when he eats sitting down. Have one elbow on the table, that sort of thing. He tends to focus on eating and not so much on conversation with other people, so there’s no reason for him to sit up ramrod straight or anything.
✚ M U N | I N F O R M A T I O N ✚
Name: Rae Nicknames: an unholy amount of rae puns i won't burden you with Birthday: June 23rd Height: 5’4" ish Eye Colour: Hazel Hair Colour: Dark brown Ethnicity: White Lives in: Alberta, Canada Relationship Status: single and ready to flamingle Hobbies: Writing? Playing MMOs? dying Special talent(s): eating Warning/disclaimer: certified family cannibal Struggling With: wanting to sleep more
✚ M U S E | I N F O R M A T I O N ✚
Name: Dufort Nicknames: Asshole N/A Birthday: May 28th Height: 6'0" Eye Colour: Seafoam green Hair Colour: Silver Ethnicity: French Lives in: Hive city, currently. Has no set home in canon, as he wanders around the globe. Relationship Status: single. Special talent(s): Well...mainly everything! His ability lets him know how to do everything from cure diseases to decipher foreign languages. Warning/disclaimer: quiet, blunt, will most likely piss off your muse unintentionally
Movement and posture headcanons!
⋀ stands
♚ sits
☞ talks
➔ walks
♞runs
♐ fights
♫ dances
☾ sleeps
☻hugs
♦ kisses
☼ you choose!
6, 30, 22
6: Eating habits and sample daily menu
Dufort...tends to alternate with his eating habits. A lot. While in captivity he never had the chance to eat a lot of different things, so now that he's out he's taking advantage of it to try as many different things as he can. So, it's hard to give out a sample menu when he switches it up every day. Naturally, he does not keep ENTIRELY junkfood or ENTIRELY healthy, he keeps in between, just enough to keep himself fit and also enjoy what he hasn't been able to for so long.
30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
Dufort isn't a really emotional person, but now that he's more willing to live his life and maybe even let people in, it would hit him harder than it used to. He doesn't have any family, but should he get any friends who manage to become attached, he might be in shock. Depending on the seriousness, he might even shed tears. He's not exactly the sobbing type, but crying isn't out of the question.
22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
Write a letter to Zeon. It's not like he can send them, but he owes Zeon his life and more, and he even refers to him as 'brother' at one point. The kid gave him something to live for, which changed over time. It would be good to get off his mind, writing what he'd like to say even though he can't.
☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme
Happy Museday, everyone. In honor of it, ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. … No, really. I don’t. D:
1: What does their bedroom look like?
2: Do they have any daily rituals?
3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
6: Eating habits and sample daily menu
7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
9: Makeup?
10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?
11: Intellectual pursuits?
12: Favorite book genre?
13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?
16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?
17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
18: Favorite beverage?
19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?
24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?
25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?
26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?
27: What is their biggest regret?
28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)
30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
31: Most prized possession?
32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?
33: Concept of home and family?
34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)
35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
36: What makes them feel guilty?
37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?
38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?
39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
40: How misanthropic are they?
41: Hobbies?
42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
43: Religion?
44: Superstitions or views on the occult?
45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
47: How do they express love?
48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
What matters the most to you?
….The most?
「 There’s a prolonged silence as he actually thinks. Before, nothing really used to matter to him; winning, perhaps. Making Zeon king. Seeing something he’d never seen before. But that was a long while back, and this was now. Things had happened to change his outlook on mostly everything.
What mattered most to him now? He thinks back to a few choice words spoken by a few choice people, and then finally the answer comes just like that sunset had long months ago. 」
Staying alive, and keeping my promises.