party brat

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A V E R Y.

“let’s hope you don’t go down too fuckin’ quickly, more like.” the man doesn’t seem too drunk; this might actually be fun. a challenge. avery despises ironhaven as much as the next escaped citizen, but he has to admit the average citizen isn’t bad in a fight. “what are we waiting for?” he says, more to himself than the other man, and throws the first punch.

it’s a very rare occurrence when clancy allows his actions to do the talking -- he’s a fan of verbal repartee and sharing his (snarky) opinion on everything. however, when it comes to engaging in a fight, he’s mostly silent. it’s also one of the few things that he takes seriously so when the punch is being thrown his way, instincts take over. he’s never been a brawny fighter so he uses agility as his biggest weapon and it serves him well now, dodging the balled fist and sending him ducking under the other man’s arm with ease. he was at his opponent’s back now but he knew that it wasn’t likely he’d get a punch in so instead he took a swipe with his foot, hoping to imbalance the other while he turns.

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A V E R Y.

if recognition is fire then avery has flint, but no spark. each familiar gesture is lost on him when considered separately from their fellow puzzle pieces, and avery does not even know that there is a puzzle to be solved. “oh, it’s a fuckin’ promise.” there is a glint in his eye, almost a spring in his step, as he follows the gesture out the door. 

it’s just the answer he’s looking for and his whole being all but lights up with mirth. although everything about the exchange thus far has been aggressive and borderline hostile, it’s with delight that the young duke makes his way out of the door to the pub, only swaying the slightest bit. fighting was its own intoxicant and the prospect of getting to engage was surprisingly sobering. “let’s hope it’s a promise you can make good on then, mate.” sarcasm drips from his words like honey, his smile sickly sweet.

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C L E O.

She laughed “Well yes…” Cleo wasn’t one that wore a crown everyday or that introduced herself as the princess, usually people knew anyway but when someone didn’t she didn’t mind. She smiled and took his hand politely “Oh, and did you found anything good?”

“In that case it is my pleasure,” he extols, even going so far as to dip his head down to brush a formal kiss to her knuckles as her hand is placed in his. “I can’t say I have found anything too decadent in my searching,” Clancy carries on walking in a direction chosen at random (they were bound to get to the castle eventually, right? It was a large target). “Perhaps I need a more feminine eye to find the diamonds in the rough?”

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P Y R O S.

     it’s so refreshing to find someone who offers an honest opinion. many people had spent far too long digging for something to like about this country, but it was perfectly fine not to. he gives an easy shrug of his shoulders, “ i feel the same. the country’s population is it’s most fascinating feature. ” his face contorts to a grimace as the possibility of living in bearoria. “ my sister does, but i don’t think i’d want to call bearoria home. ”

     “is the population even all that interesting?” he prompts back with a half smile. it’s very clear from the other’s demeanor that clancy hasn’t stepped on any toes. he enjoys befriending other nobles in general but the idea of turning away one who might be somewhere near his level of general disdain for most things wouldn’t sit right with the duke. “i’d venture to say that the visitors this kingdom has happened to attract is currently its greatest asset.” why yes, he is talking about them.

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C L E O.

“Nice to meet you your grace and I am Princess Cleo Montague of Norden.” Honestly she rarely introduced herself with her tittle “What were you doing here,if i can ask.”

“You mean to say I have the honor of escorting a princess to a castle, your highness?” Clancy trills, obviously delighted with this turn of events. He even deigned it worthy of a half bow as he extended a hand towards her in formal greeting. “Of course, you may ask. I was at the market to see if there was anything here worth purchasing. I am in need of decorating my current lodging.”

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A V E R Y.

avery didn’t like the man’s expression. he moved on pretty quickly to not liking the face on which it lived, and then to a general disdain for the man himself. it wasn’t the first time in recent weeks that he’d felt a strange sense of familiarity. the last, it had turned out he’d hit the familiar individual in the face. he wondered if he’d fought this one. “shut up.” he said, loudly enough that the man would hear him. “or do i have to make you?” @clvncy.

clancy was several drinks beyond the point of noting any sort of familiarity in the figure in front of him. were he closer to sober, he’d have recognized the voice instantly -- time couldn’t change a voice like that. he allows a sneer onto his features but it leans more towards amusement; which, when isn’t that the case with the young duke? “is that a threat?” he quips with an arch of his brow -- a challenge, “or a promise?” a regal hand is gesturing towards the doorway in the universal sign for ‘we can take this outside’ or, at least, what clancy deems should be a universal sign.

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C L E O.

The man did look like nobility so when he said he was going to the castle she believed him, she knew however that some of the people in her life may be upset she was still so trusting but things were better now. “Of course, especially if you’re also going back.”

     Clancy enjoyed when things weren’t complicated. He didn’t have to explain himself any further to the young woman and that delighted him. The smile on his lips only grew, not quite victoriously but not innocently either. “I am indeed. I am Duke Clancy Quinn, in case you were curious.” A hand extends towards her. “And who do I have the pleasure of having in my company on our stroll?” 

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C L E O.

Though Cleo missed the snow and the familiar sights of her home she was truly enjoying her time in Bearoria, it was really lovely and since they had found out that the king was alive everyone just seemed to be happy and she just loved that. But now it would seem she was lost she sighed and walked around the market until she decided to ask  “Excuse me but…how do I get to the castle?”

     Clancy couldn’t tell if Bearoria was boring or if he just missed home. Compared to his beloved Ironhaven, he supposes any kingdom would seem drag so he’ll give it the benefit of the doubt. How charitable. It would seem his streak of giving continues as he overhears an alleged damsel in distress (or at least a damsel in need of directions). “The castle?” he drawls with an upturn of his lips, head tipped to the side in thought. “I was actually just heading that direction myself -- would you care for company?” It’s a lie but he figures there’s a fraction of a chance they’ll end up in the right place anyhow. Money attracts money or something to that effect.

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P Y R O S.

      he laughs at the reaction. “ the pleasure is mine, ” pyros finds himself saying. the words are foreign in his mouth. he’s never cared enough for false pleasantries to use the words politely ( much less sincerely ) but he’s found he doesn’t hate the other duke. it’s a new feeling. one that he surprisingly doesn’t hate. “ how have you found bearoria, duke clancy ?? ” 

     pleased to have found perhaps the only stranger he can more than tolerate with a hangover, clancy can’t seem to ease away a smile. he’s equally content to be in company of similar status -- time around plebeians could be terribly draining on the psyche. “i pray i am not about to ruin our carefully built repoire founded on shared grapes by saying i have seen better places, duke pyros.” he repeats the other’s name in a playful mirror of how his own was said. “i hope you do not call bearoria home?”

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N I C O.

                                   she is not sure,  truly,  why the duke continues to be so insistent on seeking out her company.  perhaps he just finds joy in needling her,  from the way her cheeks flush with anger  &  the laughter she cannot completely hide.  she can hardly blame him,  if that is the case.  he is  — an a m u s e m e n t,  if he cannot be called a friend.  still  ;  she cannot even bear the thought of giving in to his bait,  the gilded invitations seeming to S H I N E as a beacon.      ❛   oh,  &  you’ve found me out,   ❜      she says,  the distressed sigh in her voice as transparent as it is dramatic.      ❛   the truth is,  my lord,  i see no reason to find myself in your house  —  or your bed.  perhaps you haven’t impressed me yet.   ❜      the words are in jest,  but some truth lies in them.  clancy is far from a fool,  this she knows well.  but this fact has never kept him from finding himself in trouble,  whether this means he is drunk in the streets or has fathered a child.  but  —  it is not her place to question him,  her own position aside.  there is a certain power to being the royal guard,  but even the king’s favor cannot keep her safe if she oversteps her bounds.      ❛   oh,  yes,  my lord.  you always do say you’re MOST talented with your sword.      ❛   

     “why need there be a reason besides indulgence?” he half laughs, one hand lifted in a vague wave of a gesture. his callousness and tendency to avoid ‘reasons’ and ‘consequences’ is almost without a doubt the leading cause of duke clancy’s troubles. he may be clever but even the cleverest make a few stumbles. “or curiosity, perhaps. aren’t you even the slightest bit curious?” he nearly doesn’t recall how they got on this line of conversation but, upon brief pondering, distinctly knows it’s his own doing. the duke has an inclination for the improper, title be damned. “and if i impress you now with my sword? will your answer change?” there’s a lewd grin blossoming on his lips and he plucks a sparring blade from one of the few bins that remains right side up. delicate as far as weapons are concerned, it balances evenly in his hand, even when he’s tossing it nimbly from one palm to the other. tricks -- the kind that make drunken partygoers roar with applause -- are among clancy’s specialty. as far as actual fighting, he reasons he’s better with his fists. "we both know you know your way around a hilt," he adds in a tease, eyes sparkling.

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nicolette!

“hot. definitely hot. smart, too -- she’s very fun to talk to as she’s not as brainless and willing as the rest of them. not that there’s anything wrong with being willing! believe me! i’d be willing to bet that she’s very skillful at handling a sword and i’d quite like to bear witness to that fact. i am fairly certain i get on her nerves but seeing as that’s my specialty, i take it as a point of pride. besides, there must be something amazing about me since she hasn’t started avoiding me yet. either that or she’s simply not good at avoiding me but let’s give her a little credit, shall we?”

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P Y R O S.

      “ you’re not wrong, i’ve been trying to read it for the past week but i’ve fallen asleep every time i open it. norden, blahblahblah, dragon scales, blahblahblah, king dipshit blahblahblah. it’s boring, ” he says, closing the book. offering the blond an extended palm, he introduces himself, “ duke pyros heo. and you ?? ”

     clancy shudders visibly, mostly just to be dramatic as a gesture of sympathy. a low chuckle bubbles from his lips at the nickname, probably suitable for whatever decrepit king found within the book’s pages. gods, may his life never be boring enough to be immortalized in a musty smelling novel. “king dipshit, may he rest in peace,” he delivers with mock solemnity. his hand slides into that which has been extended towards him, giving the other duke a firm handshake. “duke clancy quinn. and i don’t say this often, but it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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Character Aesthetic  ➙ requested by anon ;; { spoiled rich f*ckboy }

he told me he was AFRAID of c o m m i t m e n t with thirteen TATTOOS on his body

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P Y R O S.

     instead of lashing out at the other boy, pyros simply watches from atop his book as he moves his feet. he plans to say something smart, but as he outreaches the bowl pyros finds himself silenced. deciding there’s little else to do, pyros shrugs. “ yeah, okay, ” he says as he reaches over to the bowl of grapes and plucks a green grape off the stem. he’s only so forgiving because he likes green grapes the best.

     confrontation averted -- clancy (featuring a hangover) would not have fared well with a shouting match -- the blond relaxes and even dons a quick, crooked smile. he plucks a grape for himself before balancing the bowl on whatever room is left on his thighs. "i would ask what it is you’re reading but, frankly, it looks terribly boring and the headache i’m sporting wouldn’t allow me to process that much useless information, i’m afraid.” it’s an insult to the book and not its reader (though perhaps it’s also an insult to himself and his lack of scholarly inclination).

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P Y R O S.

     pyros sat, in the midst of the garden, reading. it was some boring text about the tyrant king of bearoria, but there was little else to do. he had already done his shopping, visited those he had to visit. now, he had leisure time. but, he found himself growing bored. however, his boredom did not equal to loneliness and seeing someone walk his way, he swivelled his body so that his legs took up the length of the bench. 

     a bowl of grapes in one hand, clancy was looking for a quiet place to snack. he’d been drinking the night prior and his hangover was one for the books. however, as he was not at home, he didn’t feel comfortable demanding to be waited on hand and foot and so he located food for himself and planned on hiding away so as not to be annoyed by any human’s general existence. of course, his plans for a solitary picnic were thwarted by none other than a human and so, with a resigned sigh, he chooses the best possible option. with his free hand, the duke of ironhaven lifted the other male’s booted heels up just enough to slide onto the bench before setting them back down in his lap. “grape?” he quips on the next breath, offering his fruit of choice towards his new company.

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idk if this sent bc wifi HOW DO U FEEL ABOUT FIGHTING

“LISTEN --- besides sex and parties, i think fighting is actually the best feeling in the world? like, have you ever completely turned yourself over to the physicality of a fight? you’re standing on the precipice of victory and loss, pleasure and pain. you have the power to completely alter someone’s existence and you’re giving them the power to alter yours. fighting is the feeling of being alive, man. the burn of your muscles, the sting of a blow, the adrenaline running like acid through your veins. it’s thrilling.”

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Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

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