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Private and Selective Independent Dragon Age OC

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@chivalrouschevalier || tHROWS U A THING BC?? Cauth missed Aurel apparently??

“Do you have… any thoughts on what we are doing here?” Cauthrien muttered, sleepily, as she swung her legs out of bed and leaned over her knees to stare at the floor. The side of her that still held Aurel’s warmth felt the chill of the morning air intensely enough to make her shiver. It wasn’t a particularly loaded question, but the Commander felt it needed to be asked all the same. SHE barely knew what they were doing.

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For a moment Aurélien said nothing as Cauthrien moved waiting before he moved, bedsheets sliding over his bare torso as he sat up.

“In what context mon-my dear?” His voice was but a soft rumble in the back of his throat. The mattress creaked as he settled behind her, lips finding the curve of her spine and planting little kisses.

“We are seeking comfort in each other, there is no harm in that.”

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“… What do you want me to say? We argue… It’s what brothers do.”

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“There is a difference between arguing and getting into a fistfight. If you two must throw down your egos There is a training ground for that.”

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“Did he now…” I shall have words with him,  “Perhaps he tells you these things simply to appear gracious in comparison.”

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“Reynaud is a troublemaker of his own kind, but he loves his brothers and is concerned about you both. Non, I will not let you wriggle out of talking to me about this. I’ve got all evening Marcel.”

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“Marcel, mon fils, Reynaud tells me you and Dimitri are fighting again. What is the matter?”

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Slowly considers attempting to be active here. I’m going to drop all my drafts though just for less stress.

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The Musketeers: Richelieu + red

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@chivalrouschevalier @aithreachas

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Just posting a few pics. Heh.

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bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

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Instructions for Care: 1. Offer nothing, and ask for nothing in return. 2. Somehow have everything together anyway. 3. Bards and chevaliers have more in common than they would think - namely loyalty unto death. 4. If your daughter picks up the accordion, invest in earplugs and encourage. (5. He really does regret it, even all these years later; learn to trust that he knows better now.)

Anonymously or not, send “How To Care For” instructions for my muse

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How to Care for Aurélien: Be Gaspard.

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Aurélien approves greatly

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Anonymously or not, send “How To Care For” instructions for my muse

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“Yes. You should go and check them out, if you sign a  few of them they’ll go up in value!” Okay, he had tried not to joke about this but he just couldn’t let it lie. A few minutes reprieve is all that poor Aurélien had received. 

“You know why.” 

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Aurélien groaned, simply resorting to taking a swig straight from the decanter instead of pouring it out before Walter had the chance to speak once more and startle him.

“Non.. I.. I cannot believe this.” 

Thunk went the decanter as he set it down back on the table and he glanced at the painting once more.

“I.. cannot believe this... Why.. non firstly he would not want.. want this..second non I will not give it to him..”

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Maker, what an amiable-seeming gentleman. Gareth had at least expected some more… like… Cauthrien. Certainly not a smiling, elegant old Grandfather. Apparently, he still had a lot to learn about his Commander.

“Ser Cauthrien sends her regards,” He lied. Cauthrien had never said anything even remotely personal… well… except for the obvious. But Gareth assumed she had some manner of warm-ish intentions towards the man, so such a fib shouldn’t be too out of place.

“She also wishes to inform you that the support for Chevaliers stationed around the Frostback basin has been secured. Apparently, they will recieve a warm welcome.”

Even Gareth had been surprised by Cauthrien’s success in persuading so many Fereldan Soldiers to actually approve of a whole Battalion of Orlesian Infantry marching into their Country. She hadn’t even asked much of he or Anora to do it. She’d left, spent about a week in the Basin, and then returned with reports of a round victory. 

He gave a small quirk of amusement before continuing, “She even persuaded the King and Queen it was a good idea.” Who disagreed with Cauthrien on matters of Military? Fools.

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At the mention of the Inquisition's Commander Aurélien's smile only continued to grow, the warmth reaching up toward his eyes with ease. He swept forward a little, the sound of plate sliding in tandem with his voice.

“Ah, Commandant Cauthrien, if you happen to see her again please do give her my best s'il vous plait.” He dipped his head for a brief moment before as the conversation topic shifted so did he. At the first talk of military and his Chevaliers Aurélien stiffened slightly and the hands that had been resting idly at the pommel of his sword came to rest at the small of his back, legs shifting until his feet stood shoulder width apart—at parade's rest.

“I am very glad to hear that they have settled in well and that it was a swift victory. It was unfortunate that I could not be there myself to help assist—Mon Empereur had need of me—but Cauthrien assured me that she would deal with the matter with haste and she proved her words to be true..” Aurélien knew that his Chevaliers were in good hands, however worried he may be at the treatment of them—he himself had not had the warmest welcome.

“Well, the relations between Orlais and Ferelden need to be patched somehow, I am glad Cauthrien is helping them see that we aren't the villains people would like to make us out to be. We want to help.”

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#...if Gaspard is Gaston does that make Aurel LeFou?

Okay i’m done i’m back in my drafts now I’m so done with myself.

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Just gonna casually sit here with my awesome moustache and goatee. 

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The first thing I logged in to see was that gif and I’m just

.... Cannot unsee.

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@chivalrouschevalier || Starter Call 

  As much as Gareth didn’t like to admit it, he had recognised the manner first. The Orlesian Ambassador had taken a little after his father, apparently, in elegance at least. Although this man seemed more powerful in his gait, taller, more like a lion than a cat. The rogueishness had come from elsewhere then.

What had Cauthrien said…? Ah, now he remembered.

“Monsieur,” Gareth began, putting his adequate Orlesian to some use and catching the man as he passed, “I believe I have a message for you.” That was, of course, not the way Cauthrien had put it. Indeed, she hadn’t even directed it in Gareth’s direction. But he was here, there were no other messengers around… and he admitted some mild curiousity as to what Orlesian Chevalier could win his Commander’s good opinion.”

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Flanked by several Chevaliers, armoured face mask sat atop his features Aurélien was in complete Chevalier mode, with Gaspard in Orlais and his Chevaliers in Aurélien's command it was his duty to see them settle into the Inquisition as swiftly and efficiently as possible. Dimitri was somewhere in Denerim at the moment, Reynaud with him at Skyhold it was the first time his family had been so split up and he longed to simply return to Verchiel but they all had jobs to do.

He was deep in the middle of a conversation when he heard the Ferelden accented Orlesian and he stopped mid sentence, glancing toward the man that spoke. A message?

With a wave of his hand and a brisk nod Aurélien dismissed the Chevaliers flanking him and reached up to push his mask to sit on the top of his head, giving the man a small smile of greeting.

“A message? For moi?”