ur icon here is so pretty i wanna :( i *smooch*
but is it as cute as YOU ? i dont think so!
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ur icon here is so pretty i wanna :( i *smooch*
but is it as cute as YOU ? i dont think so!
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calude what does updog mean? everyone laughs when i ask >:(
‘‘ huh. well, i could explain, but really, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. he’s the expert, you know. now, go on, he should be around——— actually ? 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. ’’ in other words, he wants to be there to witness it. and laugh, of course !
@arustel.
hmm .. maybe i WOULD join your class :///
‘‘ oh ? i knew you would pick apart the best of the best. but i’m not gonna give up until i make that an i will. ’’
@birdsinew.
" heh, you know... the more i think about it— you and i aren't so different. " u didnt ask for this but :-)
percy’s tired. he’s beyond tired of having to leave garreg mach on account of this emergency or that –– assassins and thieves after his father catching wind of him have way too much time on their hands. it’s barely been a couple years since poseidon up and decided it was time to stop being such a deadbeat, though only to define it in a different way. ( being completely absent to standing as a threat to everything good in percy’s life isn’t exactly the answer to the questions he’d been looking for –– but hey, one heroes relic and a whole lot of new friends later –– he doesn’t have that many regrets.
that is to say… he doesn’t regret what’s brought him where he is now. )
he’s kicking his legs by the docks next to claude von riegan, who sports a name percy’s heard backwards and forwards. rumors of all kinds surround him. he’s too laidback, too clever, too much of this or that or whatever the new bundle of nerves nobles have for the week. ( save for the fact that percy doesn’t care about rumors or reputations. he doesn’t trust a thing the folks with money and power say about anybody. and sure, maybe claude’s come into both of those things as head of the golden deer, but he doesn’t strike percy as the type who’s always had it, much less the type to misuse it. )
and if percy’s nothing else, at least he’s a decent judge of character.
uh, except for maybe, self-assessments. because he has half a mind to laugh under his breath and warn claude to rethink every word that came out of his very pretty mouth. “the more you think about it?” does that mean he’s been thinking about what they have in common lately? percy tips his head in the opposite direction; the tips of his ears burn. he kind of wants to warn claude. but there’s that slight laugh, and that smile, too.
he doesn’t want to ruin this, like he does so much else.
“don’t think too hard. you’ll get lost in there.” percy ruffles a hand through his own mess of hair –– the light smell of sea-salt, somehow.
claude’s so smart. he’s good with words. he knows what to do in times of crisis. but he’s smart enough for percy to not want to argue with him. ( much as those three things feel like percy’s direct antithesis, still… )
a chuckle follows suit. he smiles because it’s hard to believe this is all real. percy’s pulse breaks into a run; his heart could make a tsunami with the rest of his rushing blood. “er… hey. this might not make a lot of sense, but i’ve been to a couple different schools before this one.” ones he was kicked out of, for gods know what. there’s so much more to say, but his tongue is tangling. “it’s been a weird go of it. it’s just like, been a lot of time where i have to figure things out all over again. and start over.” and not always for the best. “but this place –– this house –– you,” in truth, he doesn’t mean to get so specific. the words fall apart before he can stop them.
“it sort of feels like i’m where i’m supposed to be. and if we’re alike, like you say…” impossible, his mind supplies, but he smiles, crookedly. there’s a couple things he’s noticed, too. why else would they get on so well? ( somewhere between laughter and conviction, he guesses, they meet in the middle. ) “that’s probably got something to do with it. and to be totally honest with you, i don’t know how i’d be dealing with the rest of this stuff without… um, you know. you do a lot.”
uh oh. “thanks. that’s all.” he ducks his head, averts his eyes, watches his knuckles pale where his hands grip beneath him. “thanks, man.”
i like to think claude is one of those ppl that you look at and think .. woa . he rly is kind of unreachable, emotionally speaking. he’s very exclusive in regards of who he trusts, and no matter how much you try to corner/confront him about it or reassure him that he can be truly genuine around you, he’s still not just going to take that at face value... it’s not impossible, but it’s also really fucking time consuming to get to that point. frustrating even. even more so if you’re not filled in on his background or have a notion of his ideals.,... as is the case for most ppl sdjfnndg
‘‘ a liiittle too late to be in the library, don’t you think ? ’’ he won’t lie, catching the first glimpse of her made his step falter. 𝖺𝗁, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. and she’s near the corner of the library he intends to research, too. he knew this was the hour where only tomas would be found, and even he took a little break to go for his evening tea-------- claude supposes he’ll leave his oh - so - secretive investigation for later. ‘‘ might have to ask you for some book recommendations if they keep you so hooked, ingrid. ’’ @daphnelight ♡’ed.
' i can't fight him. '
it has a story——— this reluctance of hers. the wind leans this way and that, the world chips away slowly, her hands shake. he had felt it too, if for a moment: the disdain for what he must do, and will. contrary to noble belief, fulfilling duty and basic empathy aren’t mutually exclusive.
‘‘ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨, 𝐥𝐢𝐚. ’’ graciously making the truth sound like such in a softer register, his expression translates worry. his hands reach for her own, encasing them, stopping the tremble for a moment and determined with a point to prove, ‘‘ but i won’t lie to you, either. i’d love nothing more than for you to lend me your strength. this is for the greater good, and that’s not what he strives for. i can promise you that. ’’ whatever imagery she’s clinging on, dimitri’s lance had already pierced it dead.
persuasion without lies is harder, yes, and despite that, what he says is as honest as it will get. the other lords and their nonsense make his cause much believable, too. claude presses faint pressure to his grip. ‘‘ at the end of the day, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦. however, and it brings me no joy to say this, we don’t have a day. 𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. ’’
@arustel.
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thalassus.
“sorry, man. you might have to run that by me one more time.” smooth, jackson. always great to be transfixed by the little sway of an insistent, pretty braid. back and forth, et cetera –– ugh, percy’s cheeks burn. “promise my ears are in it to win it, now.”
‘‘ ---------aw, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 ! you mean to tell me you didn’t hear me say i’m leaving the monastery and never coming back ? and that this will be the last chance we will ever, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, have to speak to each other ? ’’ technically, percy didn’t hear him say that because, well, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙. his ramble was about a potion he planned devising, but that rant was long lost now. ‘‘ to think i was pouring my heart into deaf ears all this time . . . ’’ if the exaggerated speech and sly grin doesn’t give the lie away at this point, nothing will.
claude’s winking portrait reminds me of that rihanna gif..
felbladed.
𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 , sipping at his glass of sparkling water that must have been prepared on the same countertop as something remotely fruit flavored , while watching with half interest at the dancing figures . felix isn’t a fan of balls & his patience is already being consumed rather abundantly with everyone asking to dance – felix doesn’t dance . well , he could if he really wanted to . did he really want to ? part of him thought it would be … fun to join in on the festivities , the other part felt heavy resilience against such frivolity when he could instead learn to dance with a blade . still , seeing how everyone enjoyed it all – … especially the house leaders , who naturally dominated the field . speaking of which , felix has noticed claude taking a break , and a thoughtful noise escapes under his breath .
❝ you dance pretty well , are you sure you like that bow of yours ? ❞ of course he was going to bring up swords . ❝ you look like you could handle a blade . ❞
there’s something so ephemeral and grandiose to a fault about regal events. claude finds himself in the middle of it, taking them in as if he could call them his own. never one to reject how good for morale these illusions were nonetheless, he dances his way person to person, those who ask and those who are so quiet, they’re nearly wallflowers-------- and speaking of, one just regarded him. 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦, might claude add.
‘‘ 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘆𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ? color me surprised ! i’m not too shocked to find you at the sidelines, though. ’’ if he were another person, claude would’ve considered his comment a backhanded threat of sorts. felix, however . . . is a special case. at least that’s what claude gathered from the times he eavesdropped, most of his chatter involving a weapon of sorts. and now, with the rare opportunity of speaking to him first hand, of course he’ll extend his smile. a hand, too, saying: ‘‘ and you look like you could handle yourself on the dance floor. see, i think i’ve stayed still long enough--------- 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳 ? ’’
hey lia, would you rather eat a 100 bricks or a matter baby
‘ what’s matter baby. . . ? ’ there had to be some sort of trick to what he was saying. if only ——— ! well , now she can’t help but laugh. ‘ oh! that’s a great joke , you should tell others. ’
o shit this juice is bangin yo (drinks vat of poison)
oh no oh FUCK fuck wait dont drink that i made it for hubert