Charles Henri Sanson

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❝ why are you, as a man, thinking of boobs? you should be thinking of war. ❞

The executioner raises a fine brow at the accusation as he, for a moment, turns to look at him and away from the medical book that had been so tenderly propped up in his hands.

Then, without a bother, he turns his distant gaze back to the passage he had been reading up on: The importance of Mastectomy.

“Surgeries are much more common in the art of war, but not only in war— in a person’s own livelihood. If I am to become the type of doctor that can help people improve their quality of life, then it’s necessary to study. No good doctor can possibly give their patients what they want most if they neglect proper information best to use and execute. If a patient were to request such a surgery from me, then I think I should know more about it’s precision to carry out such a request.”

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Sanson vc: …babygirl?

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[ wolfgang ] "Hey. Hey Henri. Look at me. Come on, it's okay. Don't be shy and just turn around."

Honestly, he’s heard of this suggestion so many times that even Sanson wouldn’t be surprised as to what the clever musician had up his sleeve. He felt as if he had witnessed almost anything- yet he knew Marie would give him a (gentle and kind) word that he wouldn’t be able to ignore.

‘Make an effort at least, please Charles.’

So, the executioner turns his head slightly to see what in Gods name Amadeus is doing.

“I’m not shy, I’m modest. Now, what is it?”

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Me looking into sansons inbox: oh my goD LMAO

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“I have considered other suggestions, but I’m not too creative with ideas. It’s why I allow Abigail to decide, but you are right. I seem to favor dressing as something relative to the dead.” He seems to chuckle at the thought though. The irony of death never ceases to escape him, but at least he isn’t melancholic for the choices made.

“A pumpkin candy lord? I don’t think I could ever compare myself to a lord or higher, but I think of one who I may compare this to.” He looks at Ritsuka knowingly before offering the pumpkin container to him.

“Unlike a lord, you do not need permission to take one, Ritsuka.” Because of all things else, he was happy enough to have ritsuka her with him.

     “ THEN … what are you exactly ? ” Just from the cape alone, it was difficult to make a decisive conclusion but ah well, not that it mattered that much. Honestly, just the sight of Sanson carrying a pumpkin basket was enough for him; it created an endearing contrast with the dreary colours he adorned on his being. He couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of how cute Sanson was right now.

     “ Believe it or not, people dress up as powerful or mystical beings for Halloween all the time ! I don’t think you need to think too deeply about it …. oh ! ” He blinked at the container of treats offered to him and soon peered over at the contents in curiosity.

     “ In that case … I’ll graciously accept your sweet offerings ! Let’s see … are these all dark chocolate ? I’m honestly not that fond of bitter stuff but if it’s an offer from you then I can’t very well refuse. Are there ones with any sweet flavouring in them ? ” 

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He paused, as if to recall what it was Abigail had called this outfit.

“Abigail had mentioned it to be a Warlock, a “caller of spirits” was the theme she had selected- but I assume she chose it because it looked fine on me. I wouldn’t imagine something more- but perhaps I AM thinking about it too much…” His tone drifts, Obviously it wasn’t anything new that Sanson thought of things too literally. Thankfully, however, he relaxes himself from thinking too deeply. If he looked fine, then that’s what matters, right?

Checking the bucket once more, Sanson made a quiet “hm”, before personally selecting one he would assume would sate his Master’s appetite.

“Some are flavored in combination of other flavors, although if it’s something that will balance bitterness out, I think I may have one specifically for you.”

The one he had picked out seemed to be a wrapped truffle of sorts.

“This one is still dark chocolate, but it is filled with a mousse that I think you would enjoy, Ritsuka. It’s smooth and satisfying to eat when you want something with quality.”

Handing the truffle to Ritsuka, Sanson then smiles gently at his beloved.

“Perhaps next year you may influence me to be something else. That is, if you can also convince Abigail before she decides.”

Oh how warm he felt with them both standing here like this. It’s a cold night but Sanson was well content with being here with his curious eyed lover.

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One day mobile will let me do icons that won’t upscale >:^(

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gallowking​.

He’s standing there in a long cape and a pumpkin bucket in his hands filled to the brim with dark chocolate candies (since he insisted if candy was going to be eaten, dark chocolate was the healthiest alternative).

“…Abigail insisted.” Yeah, he can’t say no to Abigail.

     RITSUKA was honestly trying to figure out what Sanson was exactly going for this Halloween and raised a hand to his chin in thought. 

     “ Hrm … I feel like you’re always wearing some kind of cape during Halloween. Are you … a vampire this time ? Or some kind of pumpkin candy lord ? ” More importantly, that was a lot of dark chocolate, huh.

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“I have considered other suggestions, but I’m not too creative with ideas. It’s why I allow Abigail to decide, but you are right. I seem to favor dressing as something relative to the dead.” He seems to chuckle at the thought though. The irony of death never ceases to escape him, but at least he isn’t melancholic for the choices made.

“A pumpkin candy lord? I don’t think I could ever compare myself to a lord or higher, but I think of one who I may compare this to.” He looks at Ritsuka knowingly before offering the pumpkin container to him.

“Unlike a lord, you do not need permission to take one, Ritsuka.” Because of all things else, he was happy enough to have ritsuka her with him.

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Every time Sanson is away ritsuka goes absolutely feral and Sanson doesn’t notice it until he comes back to give him the attention he wants KSJAJDJST LOSING MY SHIT LMAO

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He’s standing there in a long cape and a pumpkin bucket in his hands filled to the brim with dark chocolate candies (since he insisted if candy was going to be eaten, dark chocolate was the healthiest alternative).

“…Abigail insisted.” Yeah, he can’t say no to Abigail.

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It is BED TIME cause I have work tomorrow morning but Ill respond to those asks tomorrow!! Ty guys! o v o sad boi feels the love! 

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"Charles! We haven't seen each other in ages!"

He had not expected for anyone to call over to him (he honestly was spacing out after all the things he had to mentally take note of after being done with a handful of tasks). His attention sliding over towards a familiar golden-locked woman and instantly Sanson could feel the embarrassing reddened color at the tips of his ears.

Why is it that each time this woman calls him by such an intimate name, that he grows nervous like this? In any case, the executioner clears his throat and welcomes the woman with a polite bow of his head.

Once risen, of course, the executioner couldn't help but look warmly at her for a moment.

"It's nice to see you again, Luvia..." Yes, even one of the few people who he refers to their actual name. Formality has long since slowly slid off his shoulders thanks to her, but of course the loyal executioner still maintained a quiet air around him that still made him quite personal.

"It has been so long, indeed. I actually have grown quite loathsome without talking to you..." His voice is as genuine as he looked at her, finding himself casting his gaze when he felt he was being a little too 'readable'.

"You are that excited to see me again, Luvia?"

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Charles-Henri ‘im overloaded in this weird thing called Joy and I dont know how to process it properly’ Sanson 

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"Ah, I have not seen you in quite some time, Executioner. What in the world hae you been up to as of late?" Not that he had missed them or anything. They just had a rather nice presence was all.

A familiar voice- one that Sanson could recognize that pulls him away from the text he had been gazing over until this point. The Pharaoh, a glimmer of a familiar friend that he had not spoken to in quite a while, appears to him in all of his glory.

A King in his own right- yet, the assassin welcomes Ozymandias with a gentle smile. Something that is not seen often- but around those he has known... he was glad to find himself someone who enjoyed talking with him.

"It is nice to see you too, old friend. My attention has been focused on the more medicinal studies that are occasionally needed- but as of recently there hasn't been much for me to look over. I suppose it's, how some will say, 'the quiet before the storm', but we're prepared as always." He places the notes down on the medical desk for now. There's no need to look at them when he has a valued guest in his presence.

Happiness is always an emotion he struggled to express-- and thus, the doctor proceeds to retrieve the awaiting kettle of tea he had just brewed a few moments prior.

"It is something I don't tend to think about too often... but in a way, I did miss our company from before. Medicinal meetings are important... but a conversation between friends is something we both need now and then, no?"

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“...What in God’s name is even a ‘Scrungly’?” 

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Runs up to kiss cheek!

Hey- if Ritsuka thought he was being slick to get away with such a soft and tender touch, then think again-! The executioner's frosted gaze lowers to his Master, his hand coming up to gently ghost the area where Ritsuka's lips touched the cool of his skin.

Then, he reaches towards him. His hand cold, yet welcoming, as he clasps Ritsuka's own hand and brings it towards himself. His foot moving forward before Sanson could tilt his head to place a kiss upon his forehead.

"How could I not return one to you as well, mon amour?"

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"-and so~! Before you go~! Just thought you ought to know that some of us have not accepted that you’re leaving and they’re not prepared for grieving~” 

Oh he is SUFFERING on the inside, but at least Her Majesty is enjoying it. That’s what matters.