𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 & 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙.

i've got fire in my soul. rise up, ting ting, like glitter...

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           wassup everyone ! dio here, he/him pronouns from gmt +8 ! i haven't been in the rp scene in a hot minute but i can't wait to get back into the groove and write with everyone !!

feel free to like this post if you want to plot or i’ll take a look at any of your open starters ! lyssie’s dossier can be found here !

toby regbo . genderfluid . he/they . wasn’t that lyserg diarmuid pichler walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the court spy out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously impulsive, whilst also managing to be quite captivating. the twenty seven year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( miasma manipulation ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of the sun blaring down on a garden of flowers, spilt wine on rich carpets, riotous cheers and merry laughter. great to see the spitfire around, isn’t it ? ( dio . he/him . 23 . gmt+8 . n/a )

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Well, this certainly wasn’t how he was picturing his calm walk through the gardens to go. Thankfully, it seemed his reflexes had yet to catch up with his old age. This time. Staring down at the man who was now situated in his arms, Vladimir rolled his eyes at the sudden poking of his cheek, resisting the urge to simply drop the man to the ground.

That would be terribly rude of him.

So, he instead cautiously lowered the man, hands hovering in case he fell again, eyes watching for any sign that he might stumble or fall–he appeared to be the clumsy sort. After a moment, he turned his gaze to the tree that the other fell from, a brow arching.

“Surely, you have better things to do than climbing trees, I imagine?” He asked, electing to ignore the obvious flirtation. Commenting on it would do no good, it would only be him acknowledging it which would likely lead to further flirtation. “There are easier ways to get fruit. Might I suggest a trip to the kitchen, instead?”

           lyserg was by no means physically incapable of athletic feats . sure , he was also not as gifted in that arena as his other siblings , but he could hold his own when required and could fare decently well if left on his own . but the other male was not yet aware of that , lyserg assumed . he doubted that the master of war knew him at all .

           not that he held it against the other party ; it was lyserg's job to know everyone , not his . not exactly to the same degree , at least .

           and so he allowed himself to take on a role less physically capable as one who had done his time in the army . upon his feet touching the ground , his knee ❛ buckled ❜ ( through no effort of his own , surely ) and he lost his balance again once more . he let out a ( feigned ) yelp and his hands held on to the war master's shoulder for support , his frame leaning forward and pressing against the other's . most definitely because his legs were still weak and he was unable to support his own weight , how could there be any other reason ?

           ❝ if i had told you it was my job to climb up trees , would you be interested in knowing how that is so ? ❞ his eyes reflected innocence . not in any way that of how he was assessing every minute shift in expression , every word spoken , every inflation of the other male's tone , to gauge his interest.

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quick were her eyes to aim sight beyond him attempting to gauge the yet unseen in a subtle method, a potential adversary coaxed into ire or perhaps another member of their pandemonious household set to chase; to numerous a time when such scenes depicted now happened in past to spark such a reaction as that, the emotional attachment but a phantom. a relieved suspiration passed lips at seeing no one before focus returned on her brother and the words passing his lips.

“ lys, “ finnea’s smile sweetened, hand lifted to card fingers through familiar colored hair in motion to appease. his nickname leaving her lips with fondness. with wonder. “ of course I have better sense. what made you think otherwise? “  then. the illusory fell away from features. grip tightened to tug on locks. 

it wasn’t to say that finnea was narcissistic, okay maybe the pichler child wasn’t veined entirely yet the idea that her two brothers fought like hissing cats over such a subject plus her judgement being questioned caused a less than ideal response. “ didn’t we settle this before brother? “ 

         lys leaned into her touch—he always did , he was like a kitten nuzzling against the warm embrace of its mother whenever it came to affection directed towards himself . her words barely registered in his ears , they were a whisper clouded by the exhilaration that began to bubble up inside of him . such simple pleasures were quick to be replaced , however , by a sharp pain that sliced right through his brain . stemming from the roots of his hair where finnea had tugged , all the way down to the very depths of his skull .

          what did it say about lys if he was acutely aware of his sister's nature , and yet still risked such maltreatment ? one could then argue that it was not so in his eyes—was it possible that he enjoyed it ?

           ❝ we... may have , yes . ❞ lys resigned a little sheepishly , his lips working now into a fully recognisable pout. ❝ then you must remind gil of the conclusion of our findings ! he never listens to me , after all . ❞

          although the strong discomfort from having his hair tugged upon still remained , it did not seem that lys was in any hurry to escape from it . peculiar to some , perhaps , but not to those who called him brother .

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          there was no doubt in lyserg's mind that this was not how he envisioned the day would unfold . one moment he was perched up a tree waiting for the right moment when his friend would pass by as according to his schedule , so that lyserg could launch himself down onto the poor lad and give him a huge fright that would knock his soul out of his physical form . because such was the dichotomy that was lyserg pichler ; a young boy never to age , trapped in a adult's ageing body .

          the next moment his foot slipped and upon losing his balance , he found himself unintentionally falling towards the ground . his mind in a quick second prepared him for the upcoming impact , however he was left at a loss when he was instead greeted with another sensation he was not unfamiliar with .

          his eyelids slowly lifted and blue eyes gazed upon the face of his saviour . a thump suddenly pressed against his chest that he was certain did not arise from any physical impact whatsoever , and a tingling sensation curled up deep within his stomach . never one to hold himself back from satisfying his tactile urges within reason , a hand reached up and his fingertips probed the older male's cheek lightly . his excuse was that he was merely testing to ensure he was indeed not dreaming of a knight in shining armour .

          ❝ perhaps it is a blessing that i had fallen for you . ❞ not one of his better lines but that never really held him back before . there was more to a pichler than just witty words and beguiling lines . // @ecliipsxd​ (vladimir)

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Being an apothecarist Allura was never surprised to be disturbed in her chambers, it was quite common that people would come to her after seeing a healer and she’d learnt early in her career to keep various medicines or draughts with her so she wouldn’t always need to go to the infirmary. That being said she was exhausted from the unexpected need to see to the King so when she heard someone knocking on her door she gave a small groan and turned to the door.

“Enter quickly or go away!”

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          lyserg rarely had any regrets at the end of it all when it came to decisions he made , though that was not to say he shared the same sentiments while he was riding the consequences of his actions . this was now a prime example of such moments . he could already hear the exasperated groans from his siblings but it was drowned by his own laboured groans and the fog of his ailment . a dare gone wrong , as it always did with lyserg and his acquaintances .

          his palm hit the surface of the door first before he worked up the strength for a few weak knocks . as directed , he swiftly entered the room , only to feel a wave of nausea smack straight into him from the sudden motion of it all . he brought a hand up to his mouth to keep in whatever sick would threaten to come up . it was only by the mercy of divinely powers above that did not happen .           ❝ i-i— i have not the slightest clue what i ingested . ❞ an unfortunate truth . lyserg did not question much when the dare was presented to him .

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          most would find the cadence of lys’ melodious voice to be enchanting or at the very least beguiling , the first breath he took alone inciting a thrilling anticipation for what was certainly to be a memorable aria . his beloved siblings , however , could counter with evidence aplenty to argue otherwise .

          ❝ sister , sister ! ❞ one such instance could be cited at present . lys called out to finnea in a tone so obnoxious that it was a waste on his almost divinely gifted vocal chords . such a jarring contrast against his delicate features .

          ❝ please tell me you have better sense than gil to acknowledge that i am surely the fairer of us two , i can’t stomach the thought of another one of us lacking in intellect when the answer is plain as day . ❞ how lys always had an infinite supply of breath to speak in such long sentences , and contiuously without a break at that , was a mystery yet to be solved . his lips began to curve downards in the off chance that his sister too was as delusional as their dearest brother . // @cncinnity​ (finnea)

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         one could attribute lys' roguish behaviour to the absence of proper discipline in his youth , for how was a child to know not to climb a tree if there was none to truly educate him as such ? you could argue that anyone would come to learn the dangers of such a feat after they had fallen off said tree one or two times , or perhaps once they gained a handful of injuries from the ruthless nature of the trunk's bark . but even if one were to add it into their fountain of knowledge , it was another thing entirely to fish it out for proper use .

        and so there lys was , repeating the same risky feats as he did plenty of times in his childhood , and truth be told plenty of times more even well into his adult years . he lifted himself up onto the thick branch which ( luckily for him ) was able to support his weight , and took delight in the realisation that his half-hearted calculations were correct . he now indeed faced the open window of his brother's office .

        he carefully and quietly stood up onto his feet , arms stretched out on either side of him to keep himself balanced . that was not nearly enough to ensure he would not prematurely descend down onto the ground any time soon , however , and so he deduced he had no choice but to quickly reach his destination .

        he dashed towards the open window with a wide grin and a shrill laugh . ❝ brother ! ❞ he cried out just as he jumped straight into the older male's office . // @sapphvms​​ (gilchrist)

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