claudius boucher

courage is not the absence of fear but rather the judgment that something is more important than fear; the brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all  

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oftristanfrey​:

“Well, considering you’re the one who suggested this, I should be more concerned with you cheating.” Tristan’s biting tone that the prince of gondour even suggested he would need to go to such lengths in order to prove he was better? Okay, maybe he kind of saw where his own cockiness could rub people the wrong way. But he had the skills to back that up. He felt like this was just the prince looking for a reason to one up him. And yes, he was totally taking the bait and that’s what was probably the worst. He knew it. “Are you standing around talking all day or are you actually going to shoot?” He rolled his eyes at the teasing compliment of being a gentleman. His mother would be horrified at this act considering all the time spent trying to instill manners in all her children.

While the other shoot, one of the Aryandale servants had arrived with a bow, which was actually not his, borrowed from whever he got it and several arrows though it was only three shots they would each take. He took the bow in hand just in time to hear the think of the arrow loosed by his competitor. Looking down range, the arrow wasn’t a bullseye but the line of the outer circle. “Thanks, I got a bow.” Though it felt entirely foreign in his hand. He was much more suited to melee fights was a sword in hand. His skills with a blade are what people talked about. He grabbed an arrow from the servant and trudged up to the line. Whatever gods are out there right now, just let the arrow hit the target. He silently thought as he notched the arrow and raised the bow to position. He pulled back on the string, feeling the tension, and he spots the target. He releases the arrow and it sails towards the target, veering low, and strikes in the second to last ring at the bottom. Another meter or so and it would have missed completely.  

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Claudius clapped for him, fingers slowly tapping his palm. ‘’to think i was worried to be out of the bullseye ring? it seems hard for you even get the target!’’ his eyes stayed down, trying to hide his smile. the pair walked to the next set of targets, ‘’say, maybe i could coach you in archery some day as by that first shot i think you might need it...’’ claudius trailed off, looking at the servants who were following them behind. ‘’...unless of course it was just bad luck or maybe the god’s wind was not on your side.’’  claudius thought that maybe he should settle down on the bitchy behaviour but it was the most entertaining thing that had happened yet today at the wedding... they say friendly competition is healthy but this had surpassed friendly all by his own doing. to think, he was teasing someone almost a decade younger than him. 

facing the second target, claudius thanked his servant as he took the bow. ‘’tell me, prince tristan, if this is not your forte then what is?’’ he quizzed, moving into position as he carefully took out his arrow. ‘’i would like to try best you in that too.’’ he beamed, resisting all urges to wink as he walked slightly ahead to aim, making sure he was in earshot of tristan. beginning the lift the bow again, a sense of guilt waved over him & he debated missing on purpose, just to damage his own pride after being so rude to tristan. focusing on the target, he sighed, thinking of the glory of beating him on the other hand... that feeling overruled his guilt. another arrow on the target, but this time perfectly in the centre. ‘’hurrah!’’

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oftristanfrey​:

Tristan has not wanted to come to the wedding or to any of the celebration affairs surrounding it that was representing the union of two kingdoms that had been on opposite sides of the war. First things, it was still a little weird for him; it had been a year since the ceasefire and not all the countries were trying to negotiate peace, but surrounded by those whose fathers, brothers, husbands, lovers that possibly lost their lives due to the Aryndale soldiers, him included it didn’t sit well. Tristan would be the first to admit he could be prideful and arrogant…and the prince of gondour had gotten the better of him. Somehow saying he wasn’t going to take part in any of the celebratory competitions had ended up with him on the archery field with the other. Sebastian’s gonna kill me. He thought of his brother and king. This was not his fault (maybe in part) but he wouldn’t admit that.

Archery…why did it have to archery? He’d never had the patience for it and even his sisters had shown him up on plenty of occasions. Could the world swallow him whole yet? No such luck and damn it all, that damn cockiness from the other - maybe it was calling the kettle black, but he wasn’t to get that smug look off his face. “Yeah, I got it. No cheating.” he said as the other offered out a hand. Tristan reached out and shook it. “I think victory and rights to brag is enough. After all, you did say this was about unity of our two countries, that should be enough of a gift.” That was called blowing smoke up ones backside and the stuff you were supposed to say as a royal price. Hey, that should win him some point already. “Since you suggested this, sir,” he waved a hand to the archery line. “Why don’t you have the honours of going first.” 

with his top set of teeth, claudius sucked on his bottom lip, holding back a smile. ‘’i was merely reiterating the rules as i know it might be tempting to break them when against such competition as myself.’’ claudius much preferred the play between of competition than competition itself. it was all about rousing the opponent than the act of winning. readjusting his arrow bag, claudius nodded along, ‘’well then if bragging rights are allowed then expect all neighbouring kingdoms to know of my victory as i burn you to dust.’’ spinning on his heel, claudius walked to his position, taking the bow off his servant. ‘’you are quite the gentleman.’’ he teased, wiggling his shoulder as he went.  claudius began to feel the pressure, although on the surface he seemed certain of his skills, he knew deep down they were merely mediocre. there was no going back on the strong words that fell from his mouth in the heat of the moment. his competitiveness was one of his worst attributes. flicking his long blonde hair back behind his shoulder, claudius got into position. he pulled the string of his bow to his cheek with poise, focusing his eye onto the target. when releasing the arrow claudius’ heart sunk... this was not going to be a bullseye. the arrow struck into the target, sat on the line between the bullseye & the outer-ring. not bad, not bad... but the next two must be perfect. ‘’your turn... would you like my bow or do you have your own?’’

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claudius & tristan

black leather boots kicked up the dust from underneath him, twisting for firm grip. lifting his arm, claudius waved to tristan. ‘’you shall not best me in this competition, sir.’’ his smile was cocky, mirth lacing every feature. ‘’such a lovely time to start a challenge in a union between our kingdoms.’’ he bowed in the presence of the fellow prince. he had not known the other well but stories of his brave adventures in the war painted him with an envy he did not wish to reveal. the only way of overcoming such envy was to prove himself superior to the other, in which he decided to arrange in an archery contest. ‘’now, now, no cheating... we shall play fair, to this i agree.’’ extending his arm for a hand shake, claudius’ smile faded away to a more stern expression. ‘’shall we decide a prize or just leave victory & rights to brag enough?’’ @oftristanfrey​

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claudius & zhu ting

was this some cruel joke bestowed upon the pair by their families? seating them next to one another at the wedding or was it coincidence? claudius frowned when he saw the placement tag labelled ‘’lady yuan’’, eyeing his brothers from across the room. zhu ting was a failed suitor of claudius’ but to not fault of the pair, it was simply just not neither of them wanted in their younger years. several summers had passed since the pair last saw each other & a slight feeling of anxiety sat in his stomach which he buried deep down, putting on his usual brave face. he pulled out his own chair to sit but promptly disregarded that motion as he saw zhu ting in the corner of his eye. bowing to her direction, he smiled, ‘’lady yuan.’’ claudius remebered the other as free-spirited and not afraid to joke with him so he took a leap of bravery. ‘’what a coincidence, that our families have seated us together as an attempt to rekindle our failed suitorship!’’ lifting himself from his bow he pulled out the chair for zhu ting beside him. ‘’i would ask you in the honour to dine with me but it seems neither of us have much of a choice in that, your ladyship.’’ @magnetizsm​

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claudius & leo

‘‘why if it is not young leo!’‘ claudius grinned, interrupting the conversation which leo was having with a group of other man. ‘‘i pray brother, may i steal you for only a moment?’‘ he smiled to the other men, awaiting leo’s response. claudius could see his younger brother was trapped in conversation with patronage seeking nobles. ‘‘come leo, let me escort you over here.’‘ their was a mischievous smile sitting on the corners of his lips, breaking his tone slightly to the nobles. placing his hand on the shoulder blade of his brother, he nodded a goodbye to the gentleman as they changed to the direction of their common interest- wine. @cfprinces​

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claudius & lucien

‘‘dear brother!’’ there was a jump in claudius’ step, the liveliness of the wedding reception had made his mood rise- as well as the wine. ‘‘what a joyous celebration this has turned out to be- do you not agree?’‘ leaning over to pat his brother’s shoulder, his ongoing smile stayed put. ‘‘say, i haven’t seen a reception so lively since... well, two weeks ago!’‘ @excwing​

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dawnrots​:

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❛                i’ll        only        repeat        myself        once,                good        sir.                ❜                voice        didn’t        waver,                despite        the        trembling        fingers        attempting        to        pry        palm        from        her        forearm.                he        was        drunk,                &                in        a        state        of        inebriety,                the        courtesan        had        to        result        to        cold        voices,                &                violence                (                if        need        be                ).                ❛                please,                refrain        from        touching        me.                remove        your        hand        at        once.                ❜

overseeing the behaviour of the man before him, claudius was filled with frustration. he could see amara had the situation in control but he did not want to risk it. taking in a deep breath, claudius strode over, pushing against the man’s shoulder slightly. ‘’how dare you think that a woman is yours to touch! remove your hands this instance & do not embarrass yourself further.’’ claudius’ brows were deep set, staring into the face of the drunk. his voice was assertive yet quite to be mindful of amara. 

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claudius & mei

‘‘pssst!’‘ claudius crept, gaining the attention of his beloved white steed. ‘‘archimedes! c’mon boy, we’re out of here.’‘ he whispered, picking up the reigns, beginning to walk his horse out of the stables. all those peace treaties and chats of politics had dulled claudius who would rather be at home in his study. walking archimedes along, he ran his large calloused hands against the horses neck to relax him. as the pair came further into the light, archimedes huffed in the direction of a familar figure. oh not you, anyone but you-- @dawnrots​

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CLAUDIUS (claude) BOUCHER. prince of gondour - thirty seven 

      THE SPARE, NOT THE HEIR

second born son of the royal family or gondour, claudius was expected to be the intelligent one. the bachelor type. a man to support his brother’s image & help train his children to be strong. from an infant this is was what he was expected to be. 

inspo: mr darcy from pride & prejudice, nick carraway from the great gatsby, tonya harding & princess diana.

shoes tapping against dark marble, crisp morning air, and the sharp edges of a blade 

lifestyle: claudius knew from the moment he was five that he was not destined for greatness, merely to be slightly above average & he was more than okay with that. not that claude is the lazy type, he simply does not work well under pressure. he strives for a life of relaxions, such as indulging in culture whilst flexing his sportsmanship any way he can; attending parties and eating lavishly whilst raiding the wine cellars.

relationships: claudius has met his fair share of suitors but none of them quite suited him. a life of flirtation & leisure is much more suited to claude than an negotiation of politics & attraction that come with a strategic wedding. although, he would easily be swayed by any lovely lady (or lord for that matter). description: 6′’3, long blonde hair, muscular, blue eyes, often has stubble. 

family: king lucien, older brother .  queen aurora, sister-in-law . prince leo, younger brother archimedies, favourite-horse/companion .

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hiya! my name is jojo and i will be here roleplaying the beautiful claudius/claude boucher! i haven’t been in an roleplay group in over a year nor have i ever been in a period rp?! i’m on the discord group but also wanted to say a quick hello here too in case any of you aren’t in it. feel free to message me here or on discord if you wanna plot or simply chat (: 

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John William Waterhouse-Orpheus John William Waterhouse-The Lady of Shalott-1888

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Somebody once engaged in a so intimate relationship with that stone that it seems to be more alive in its eternal stillness than are people in their well-known fading daily gestures.

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––––––––      long may they reign.     (    accepted   !    )   welcome, prince claudius boucher.    the face claim  chris hemsworth is hereby unavailable.    please turn in your account within twenty four hours.

chris hemsworth, 37, gondour, cismale. ––– i believe that is claudius boucher, the prince of gondour. he is thirty-seven years old and is known to be very dependable & articulate, though he can also be very snide & confrontational. he reminds me of shoes tapping against dark marble, crisp morning air, and the sharp edges of a blade. ( jojo, 19, GMT, she/they )