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Ah, the implacable Storm King. I've heard stories of your grandeur and idiocy, particularly those concerning That Wulfenbach Boy. What's this silly fop up to, then?
Ah, the rumour mill, how it does manage to muddle things up. The idiocy, I assure you, is all on Wulfenbach's side.
As I assume you mean me, I am currently quite busy helping Agatha with political concerns and working on some of my own projects. The Castle Heterodyne labs have proven invaluable for my research.
heterodyned replied to your post: She trusts you, you know.
I’m going to do everything in my power to deserve that trust.
I…
thank you, Tarvek.
You really are amazing.
Only when I have something to motivate me.
Speaking of motivation, what have you been working on?
Ha. How on earth are you going to cope when Wulfenbach comes back?
Oh, that's easy. I'm going to pound his libertine hide into the dust.
heterodyned replied to your post: She trusts you, you know.
I'm going to do everything in my power to deserve that trust.
You seem a bit distressed that he's touching her, is all. And your fool of a cousin. Tch.
I was worried that his keeping her in place like that might put her in danger. And as for Tweedle, well, nobody wants his slime all over them.
Well, someone's overprotective lately... Von Zinzer's a threat now, hmm?
Don't be absurd.
Any concern you see is only for Agatha's safety and the good of Mechanicsburg. Why would I possibly feel threatened by Herr Von Zinzer?
who's butt is your favorite butt
Is this really what you all are going to ask me? With everything else that's happened? After an absence?
I shouldn't be surprised, I guess.
She trusts you, you know.
I think I'm starting to.
A note from the mod
My sincere apologies for such a long inactivity. I'm a butt and have had a lot of other things going on in my life, but at this point I'm really beginning to miss this blog. As of now, it is getting revived, and any and all of your questions for Tarvek will happily be answered!
Reminder that I can't draw for shit so responses are all text and comic clip-based until I get a new wig for my cosplay and then we can have some irl fun again.
Let the fun begin!
AU • Hogwarts
Sign your character’s name and their fitting house.
Lacey: Slytherin
Billy: Slytherin
Malcolm(Primal): Slytherin
Nate: Gryffindor
Addison: Ravenclaw
Chase: Hufflepuff
Siarc: Hufflepuff
Cale: Slytherin
Strider: Ravenclaw.
Shale: Slytherin
Rory:Ravenclaw
Joanna: Gryffindor
George: Slytherin
Alex: Ravenclaw. Was there really any doubt?
Evil!Shadow : Slytherin / Normal!Shadow : Gryffindor
The Doctor (11th): Hufflepuff
Tarvek: Slytherin
Obviously, you had gotten the wrong room. I leave, and inform Vanamonde immediately. (after rearranging the cushions and closing the curtains. KIDS THESE DAYS) -- Carson
MR. VON MEKKHAN SIR..... ERM
WHY DID YOU RESPOND TO THAT
*dashes off, comes back with a big gold bow and places it atop your head* "Agatha! Either Ashtara has blessed you, or the bondage fairy's visited!" *grins* "You two have fun - and if you need anything, my stash is in the middle drawer of the dresser, and the riding crop is under the pillow."
You have got to be kidding me.
Call for Master Gil, obviously. I'm quite sure he'd be more adept at handling that situation than I. -- Wooster.
....
If I was tied up, gagged, and blindfolded on your bed when you walked in, what would you do to me?
(WHY DOES EVERYTHING THESE TWO DO TURN TO SAP)
[She really should have seen that coming, but she’s giggling too now.
Tarvek should laugh more often. It suits him. (And also leaves her with a warm tingly happy sort of feeling, but that’s beside the point.)
So she’s going to try that again, but she’s going to push her glasses to the top of her head first. Right.
Forehead touches achieved.
And also a hand in Tarvek’s hair because he has nice hair okay.]
[Speaking of warm tingly happy feelings, Tarvek is definitely full of those right now. Being so close to Agatha always had that kind of effect on him, and it’s only been growing with her little signs of affection.
He admired every part of her face as she pushed her glasses out of the way, still smiling, marveling at the tiny gesture of accommodation she was making for him. Every little thing she does always seems fantastic to him, almost unbelievable when it relates to him.
Mmm hand in the hair. That gentle, slightly tickling feeling. He pushed in closer to rub their noses together gently.]
You are really amazing, you know that.
[That was a statement, not a question.]
[Tarvek unguarded, Tarvek open, is… wonderful. For so long it was so rare for him to be able to do that, and it still surprises her a little, making her shiver all over again with the realization of how much he cares.
And of how adorably sentimental he is — see also: noserubs — although she’s not going to tell him that in so many words. Instead she’s going to lean into it and shut her eyes and smile.]
So are you, Tarvek.
[Her words tickle his ear and tickle all the way down his spine. Maybe it's because he just woke up, he seriously doubts it, but her saying those things about him and being so sincere does things to him he can't describe. He feels like flying, invincible, capable of achieving anything. He certainly doesn't deserve for her to think so highly of him. He knows that if he protests, she'll get upset, but he still doesn't feel worthy.
And he really really wants to kiss her. He has nothing left to say that wouldn't come out as him trying to downplay himself. He's still unsure of breaking into her space, though. He refuses to kiss first, to take that step until invited. He won't enter her personal space unless she tells him too. The last thing he wants to do is overstep and upset her. So he doesn't do it. He just relaxes, enjoying being so close to her and trying to fight off his fears.
He's brave enough to rest a gentle hand on her cheek and stroke it though.]
[No, no, Van is pretty sure it’s not all in his head. He hasn’t had any Perfect Coffee yet today, he’s still quite sober.
He can’t help but blush when Tarvek calls him out on flirting, though. He hadn’t really meant to — he’d been trying to tone it down as best he could, in fact — but if Tarvek was flirting back, that meant it was okay, right?
God, this is so confusing. It’s hard. It’s hard and no one understands. It was never like this with the pretty Mechanicsburg girls he’d woo from his booth.]
I can’t help but be observant, your highness. It is my job, you know.
[Oh gosh. Is he allowed to flirt back? Might as well try it.]
And if my job provides me with ample opportunity to look at you, then I can’t really complain.
[You’re really doing nothing to discourage him with that blushing. Honestly, he might be too busy getting excited about fitting you to notice anyway. Being observant is his job as well, but it’s hard to do when he’s sparking at one of his favorite things, and also fumbling around with measuring tape, so he’s actually less aware of Vanamonde’s discomfort and uncertainty than he normally would.
Flirting with the pretty seneschal just seemed like the reasonable course of action.]
Tarvek, please. I can’t abide a creature as handsome as yourself staying so informal with me.
[Flash Vanamonde a smile charmingly. Laying it on too thick? Oh well.]
[First name terms already? Goodness. Perhaps it’s simply because Tarvek is sparking and furthermore enjoying himself, that he’s so handsy and informal. Van decides it must be that. He’s noticed that a Spark in fugue tends to be a little less mindful of social boundaries than they would otherwise be, so he’s willing to give Tarvek the benefit of the doubt.
Still, he can’t mark down the flirting to simple Spark.]
Tarvek, then.
[Now isn’t that a foreign concept, being so… well… intimate with someone of such higher station than he is.
It’s a little thrilling. He isn’t sure how he feels about that.]
What, exactly, did you have planned for this outfit?
[No, Van, stop that. Don't you downplay this by chalking it up to spark. He wants to be familiar with you. Let it happen. You're Agatha's seneschal and you're a very beautiful specimen of humankind. Just let yourself be admired.]
Nothing too ostentatious. I was thinking a vest and jacket set with a french cuff shirt to match. I'm thinking for you deep purple and silver with charcoal accents. I'm still deciding what pants to pair them with.
[Yes that was definitely him looking for suggestions, if you have them.]
He didn’t really tell me on purpose. It sort of… came up. He was worried too, you know.
[And of course that’s it. She knows that she’s loved — why would she be upset? She just finds it amusing, and kind of sweet, and she’s glad that he told her.
So she’s going to just kind of lean forward and press her forehead against his.
Oops glasses.
That could have gone better.]
[Oh, Vanamonde. He can picture it: the nervous coffee-wielding town leader shaking before his Heterodyne, accidentally telling her that he’s courting her consort. And of course Agatha being who she is she just smiles and reassures him, like she’s doing with Tarvek.]
Of course he was! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you soo—
[CLACK
And then chuckling. Forehead touches between four-eyes: cute, not romantic. Oh well. They’re wonderful anyway.]
[She really should have seen that coming, but she’s giggling too now.
Tarvek should laugh more often. It suits him. (And also leaves her with a warm tingly happy sort of feeling, but that’s beside the point.)
So she’s going to try that again, but she’s going to push her glasses to the top of her head first. Right.
Forehead touches achieved.
And also a hand in Tarvek’s hair because he has nice hair okay.]
[Speaking of warm tingly happy feelings, Tarvek is definitely full of those right now. Being so close to Agatha always had that kind of effect on him, and it's only been growing with her little signs of affection.
He admired every part of her face as she pushed her glasses out of the way, still smiling, marveling at the tiny gesture of accommodation she was making for him. Every little thing she does always seems fantastic to him, almost unbelievable when it relates to him.
Mmm hand in the hair. That gentle, slightly tickling feeling. He pushed in closer to rub their noses together gently.]
You are really amazing, you know that.
[That was a statement, not a question.]
