Virion, archest of archers

Status: Offline Ask :Open "My, my, what do we have here! You came to see Virion, right? I can't blame you, of course. Noble ol' me is always ready to... Oh! Pardon my manners. My name is Virion, and I am the archest archer. My pleasure. And yours. Shall we enjoy ourselves? After all, war can't always last forever. I may entretain you with a good story. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful child born in Rosanne... Wait! Where are you going? Virion for The Ylisstol HQ *click navigation for the extra info*

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Above everything else | Closed RP

[fear-my-parasol]

Maribelle believed she hasn’t been this happy for a very long time, she couldn’t even remember. She still had troubles believing this was still happening, almost convinced she could wake up from that dream in any moment.

Still, if she could get sleep at last, she would make sure at least that it would last. As long as she could, for her part.

Letting out a small chuckle, she cupped as well with one hand Virion’s face, the other holding the engagement ring in a tight grasp now.

"Then it is settled" she whispered, in a very joyous but determined tone, her eyes speaking enough for her of how much all this meant to her. "Let me get this official: I am most honoured to become your wife, my gallant Virion. Let this day be the first one of many at your side"

And, as she place a small kiss on his lips, a bit more shy than he was (and a lot more unexperienced, that was for sure), before she separated a little from him. Enough to get out one of her gloves and handing both the bared hand and the ring to him, ducking his head with a playful smile.

"Would you be so kind to properly place it on my finger, please?", she asked, with another joyous giggle.

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With a silent nod, Virion proceeded, kissing her hand before and after he had put the ring in her fingers, caressing it with  all his tenderness. 

His momentum was pure and mere bliss. The archer coulnd't even refrain himself from smiling so hard he was sure his face would hurt for a while for the next couple of days.  It was worth it, nevertheless. 

"There you go, my dear. As I imagined, it just goes perfectly well with you. Ah, what sonets would I be able to make right now! We are going to be the example of happiness and joy, my love!"

It was to see if he could ever get away from his infamous tencence to exaggerate. 

"By the gods, I am indeed a lucky man. May you be able to get some rest now, with all this joy leaving such a blissful calm?"

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Above everything else | Closed RP

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"Very well" Feeling more relaxed, Maribelle took Virion’s invitation to sit on the ground quite gladly, taking seat towards him. She didn’t let go his hand in any moment, while in the other she held the ring he has brought her, playing with it, to prevent herself from toying with her own ringlets once again. She took a deep breath before starting to speak. They hadn’t spoke so seriously before, and indeed that was a matter to be taken seriously.

"First thing you should know… If we are to get engaged, then you shall be more careful from now on. More than you already are", she said, very serious. "No more taking reckless risks in battle, even if you claim to have the best of lucks. And you won’t leave me behind. As you take care of me, I want to take care of you. I will help you and you will help me. We shall be partners for life, in all extent" she then smiled a little again, just to soften her words a little. "So please promise me you won’t be put in more dangers than the necessary. And that you’ll let me be with you, shall you forget that. I should let you know, if you are not aware of it yet, that I’m a stubborn one, and I won’t accept something different", she added in a lighter tone, raising her chin a little.

"Also… and that should be left unsaid, but I really want to be the only one for you. Please don’t take that into offense. I believe you have already noted that, and you will behave like the man of high breeding and manners you are… but I will feel better if I left that noted", that was said a bit nervously, as she really didn’t want him to be offended by that statement. But it was really important to her to feel like she was the only one for Virion, in terms of romance. Who didn’t want to be the one and only for the person one loved, anyway? 

"And… after the war… and when we are married… there is the matter of what should be done later. You have your homeland, I have mine, and… well, my father wanted a male heir for Themis, so definitely he would want to meet you", she said, letting go a playful smirk before she corrected her poise. "But you are homesick, I can tell. You miss your homeland, your sisters" and she smiled then, knowingly. "We could make some arrangements towards that. But that should be discussed in its right time"

Maribelle went back to her serious expression then, looking directly her soon-to-be husband in the eye.

"So, is it everything fair to you?"

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Virion , miraculously, kept his mouth shut for the whole time, listening Maribelle speak, and trying to commit to memory everything she said.  He did though make a small grin when she mentioned his manners towards women. And his shameless flirting. 

He could try and make some promise on that. After all, he believed that it was just normal she wanted to keep his attention to herself. She deserved no less. 

But when she spoke of Rosanne, his heart broke a little. Of course, he wished that, one day, he could get his lands back. But it was a delicate topic he was not up to aboard right at the moment. He wanted it to be a happy moment. And thinking of his land wasn't the best way to. 

Quickly, before those thoughts gained much control of his mind, he cupped again Maribelle's head with a soft caress, gently placing his lips in her front to leave a soft kiss.

"Your fears, my beautiful fiancé, are certainly understandable. But not needed, I must assure you that right now. Before you can even doubt my word" he kissed then the bridge of her graceful nose,

"Isn't this but a joyous day. My treasured one, our lands can wait for us. But first, let me enjoy this moment. This... Certainly, this happiness. You bring, after all, the best side of me. What can I do, if not offer you the best of me? It's what you deserve and what I have to do. Let me be this way every day at your side"

And with that, he lowered himself a little more, brushing ligtly his lips with hers. 

"If it was not clear, I agree with your words, my love"

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Above everything else | Closed RP

[fear-my-parasol]

Maribelle was having troubles to believe her ears and eyes. The duke of Rosanne told her he was no longer jesting, however, and thus she had for certain that, this time, his words were true and came from his heart directly. But… he was proposing. To her. She made a poor attempt to move her lips to say something, but no words came from her for a while. Her eyes passed from the ring Virion was offering her to his concerned face, and then resolved to close her mouth at last, swallowing hard. 

"Again, you leave me out of words… my kind lord. But this time… this time you have really struck with them", her voice came trembling a little, taking the ruby ring and admiring it. "It is so beautiful. I believe that this time, however, it will match my cheeks more than my eyes", she managed to joke to enlighten a bit the mood, though she couldn’t help but giggle nervously, lowering her head. She really felt like a helpless maiden that time. If that was Virion’s goal all the time, he had achieved it at last. But she really wanted to believe this was for real.

"So, I can take your words at heart this time, can’t I? You really want to… marry me" she lowered even more her voice, as if the fact of pronouncing it aloud would shatter that incredible moment between them into little pieces. "And I really want to believe you, my gallant Virion. If I have to speak frankly, you are the reason I can’t manage to rest well at night lately. Because I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and your words, and the quality time we spend together. For some time, I… I really wanted this to happen" She then could crack a more confident smile at her face, searching for his eyes once again. To look at them and see for herself he wasn’t lying. And then she could convince herself.

"Although I didn’t expect it so soon, so to speak. It is because of these dire times we’re living, isn’t it? But… before I say yes, there are some things we should make clear" She squeezed his hand lightly, as she didn’t turn away her gaze from him at any instant. "If it is right with you."

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Virion was again, and finally, lost of all words. The joy he was starting to feel rushed from his toes to fill him quickly, leaving the man unable to do anything else but smile. 

"Calm. Wait" he scolded himself. Which was a easy thing to do, ashe only could stare at Maribelle's reaction. Simply...

"Magnificent..." he whispered, out of breath. While instantly made him shook his head, and rapidly cup Maribelle's chin between his hands, caressing her cheeks once again, resting his forehead against hers, as the ultimate bold movement he was about to do. 

"My dear, don't you know how perfect sound those words on my ears? But yes, if you may discuss something with me, I am all ears. Though I am sure you can see them reddened by my own bashfulness. Here where you see me, I was mumbling not long ago, afraid to enter"

Virion took again Maribelle's hand, to guide her to sit, as to be more comfortable. After all, having her noted or nor, his legs were shaking from his own nervousness.

"This awful circumstances make us fasten everything, my love. But I do believe, and cross my heart, mark my words, that there's no other thing I desire more in this world. So, please. Speak freely"

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Above everything else | Closed RP

[fear-my-parasol]

"It is not? It seems like it is, though" the noblewoman looked at Virion with unease, but she seemed to relax a bit when he approached her and caressed her cheek, managing a faint but sweet smile, averting his eyes for a while as she tried to make some excuse for her delay.

"Oh, no, believe me- you didn’t interrupt anything. My sleep was already interrupted, as it is, but nothing more", she blurted out, blushing a little. Okay, that was not what she meant to say. "Nothing of importance, anyway" A great lie, but she thought what Virion wanted was more important that her own lack of sleep. Or maybe not, one could never know with him. Maribelle went back to look at him, trying to go back to her confident self, even if she was a bit worried by what Virion wanted to say to her that was only for her alone. Honestly, at that moment, she didn’t have any clue of what could that be.

"Now you got me concerned, even if it is nothing wrong as you claim it isn’t", she said, but she unfolded the entrance to her tent, letting the archer in. "Let’s not waste time then. Come in - though you will have to forgive me. As it is in a bit of… mess", she added awkwardly, ashamed with herself for all the chaos her tent was in that moment, in her rush to make herself look good for him. It seemed a bit stupid, anyway, but she was the first who looked out for appearances. As Virion entered, she closed the entrance behind them, trying to tidy a bit more around then.

"Again, sorry for the state of all this. I didn’t expect anyone" Even less him, not so soon. She stared at him in anticipation, trying to not look much worried as to encourage him a little more. "Very well. You have my attention. What is this important thing you wanted to talk about?" She pleaded to the gods it was something really important that time. Anyway, she learned to not get mad at him for those little slips.

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

"Are you not resting well, madame? No, we can't allow that. I may have to sing you some of the lullabies Mother sang to us when my sisters and myself were little noble spawn. And yes, I us the word spawn. If you had met those two devils...!" he stopped his rambling, with a deep sigh. Talking about them was still painful. Still a fresh wound. Not that they were dead, or even harmed. But being away from them, unable to keep them under his wing -although they were the older ones- was enough to make Virion nostalgic. Nostalgia of their smiles.The perfume of roses they smeared everywhere they went. 

And the familiar happiness he felt with them. 

That gave him the arguments to go on.

"Maribelle. I'd like to speak to you frankly. No more jests from me will come from my lips. So, take to heart what I will say" 

Virion felt the advise was a must do. And although he knew Maribelle was smart enough to tell the differences in his words, the archer needed to make sure she was councious about it. And to remind himself to behave.

"My dearest Maribelle. I think I've been making rather clear how beautiful you are. To me and to everyone. But I feel like I cherish you more. Because, my lovely lady, I am smitten. And before you frown, I'd like to continue" he paused "Because of your ways, your determination. Your strength. And above all, because of you. I am afraid, my lady, that I have fallen mercilesly to your charms"

Virion took Maribelle's hands on his, while he finally showed the ring he had bought. 

"I believed that rubies would compliment your eyes, Maribelle. And because of them, I want to see them every morning, at my side. As my wife" 

With a deep breath, Virion closed his eyes before speaking one last time. 

"Would you honor me with it? Being my wife?"

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Above everything else | Closed RP

[fear-my-parasol]

And in fact, Maribelle was inside the tent. As usual, having problems with the nap she wanted to have on camp.

Usually she didn’t sleep so well in camp, with no comfortable mattress or cushions, having to get herself used to the bumpy ground - strange was the time when she could sleep for an entire night without having to toss and turn. But that was not the problem in that time. No, the problem was she lately couldn’t stop thinking about Virion. Even if she found the man still infuriating at times, she could discovered her conjectures about him being a true noble at heart and a really sensitive soul were true, and she started to regard him differently. In spite for that, they became friends, and they would often had meals together, or drank tea while talking about fatuous subjects that had nothing to do with the war they were having. She found herself enjoying the time she spent with the duke, and cherishing the moments they spent together. At a point when she wondered if something was wrong with her.

Because of that, when she heard Virion’s voice outside her tent, she startled, rising quickly on her feet and bumping her head accidentally on the sackcloth. He had come to her by surprise, and she wasn’t even decent to receive him. The noblewoman had to fight for not giving herself to panic, recomposing herself as well as she could as she started to look for her comb and some clothes frantically.

"Oh, certainly! Just a moment, please!", she shouted back, getting herself as decent as she could to receive him properly. She didn’t know why it was so important to her. It was something she felt she should do. Tidying her ribbons on her hair, and looking herself on a hand mirror satisfied, then she stepped outside of the tent to greet the duke of Rosanne, with a nervous smile that she tried to hide with a gracious bow.

"Good evening, Virion. What is the matter? It is not tea time yet, as I recall" She looked at his face, flinching a little, cautious, if not a bit worried. "Is something wrong?"

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"No, of course not, my dear!" Virion was quick to reassure her that nothing was really wrong. 

Or more like he blurted it out like he was dropping a bomb. Gods have mercy on him, the duke thought. Acting like he was a teenager. It wasn't like he didn't speak to a girl before! Probably Lon'qu could do a better job than him at the moment. 

The idea, nevertheless, helped Virion to concentrate, and responded Maribelle with a charming smile.

"I just thought I really needed to see you in this afternoon. And I wanted to drop by as soon as possible. Seems perhaps that I've interrupted something?" his expression faded to a sorrowful one, caressing -in a really bold move- softly her cheek, as an apology "May I ask your forgiveness if I did so. But I thought I couldn't delay this any longer"

He scratched his neck, trying to find his suddenly lost courage. His plan was, all along, a flaunting of flamboyance. 

And Virion was pretty concious about how it unnerved her. He had to think it through again. He wanted to do it perfectly. They deserved no less.

"I'd like to ask to come in, my dearest flower. What I have to ask you is very important. But I don't want to make a show of it. It concerns just you and me. And, after all... If you said no, I'd better don't make a fool of myself in front of everyone but you" 

His intentions were pretty clear now, Virion thought. Now, just to wait what Maribelle was thinking about the whole issue.

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Above everything else | Closed RP

In what dire situation Virion, duke of Rosanne, archest of archers found himself in!

He had entered the shop with no effort, as he even got a juicy discount, with his buttered words. He bought the prettiest ruby in town, and payed the smith enough gold to make him want to do the most magnificent engagement ring he could ever make. 

And then, there he was. Mumbling. MUMBLING LIKE A FOOL! He, the wordiest of poets, the son of a mouthful dictionary, was having problems to speak his heart out!

Well, of course his lady was a fierce one, who could make him shut up with a flutter of her beautiful eyelashes. Or a twirl of one of her perfect curls. But enough of daydreaming, he said to himself. He had gone to all that trouble to do things right. 

Virion even tied up his hair, as to look more noble-like and less... Charming rogueish, as he liked to be called. Maribelle deserved the best part of him.  The noble who worried about his lands. The duke who would sacrifice everything to help. The man who could love her above everything else.

Keeping the ring safe in his pocket, Virion cleared his troat, before announcing himself. 

"Maribelle? Are you in here? I may need of your attention. For a few moments, if you please"

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G.6 - Tell me my fate, old hag

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»Aso. All comes down to this -Flavia could have sworn she was already prepared for that, she had left above the table her little purse- Fate fighting by being… Fabulous- she tried to imitate the archer’s tone of voce, and suceeded, pulling lightly from his cravat- Look, ruffles. You could… Buy them as a present. This was all your idea, after all.

And with that idea said, Flavia approached the woman, who was taking out some fine silks. Silk. Flavia never had worn silk before. Not even when she was a child. She had been a warrior woman, and nothing had changed that before, but… Why not, she told to herself. Those were beautiful robes. Curiously, amber and brown. Colors that completely matched with her. And a… sash? A red one.

»How does one get inside this… Apparel -she muttered, frowning slightly, and certainly confused.

»Let me work my magic. Perhaps you could buy some for the whole army. So luck can go to everyone, of course.

»Not to enrichen yourself, of course.

»Was my fortune telling a ruse? -all of three knew it wasn’t. But they didn’t dare to say anything. It seemed so, but the woman had gone so… She had been so assertive that it was hard to not  believe her. And Flavia knew nothing about magic, so she wouldn’t dare to dismiss it. Cheap tricks were easy to tell. Real magic…

»If you tie up that this tight I’ll probably puke, woman! -Flavia laughed, while the fortune teller helped them get dressed, carefully.

And with the job done, wearing those strange robes, Flavia looked at herself, pleased about how soft the silk felt over her skin, while helping the woman fold her previous outfit.

»Give me a sword and I could conquer a country, looking like this!

She was certainly pleased. Maybe that was the kind of luck those robes could bring them. Comfort. Softness. They all needed them, for the days to come.

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Virion wasnt listening at the moment. Those robes reminded him of what in Chon'sin wore from time to time, even Lon'qu 's outfit seemed similar. And so, he worked himsef on it, while Flavia did the same. 

"Ah, I'd fancy a mirror now" he thought to himself, adjusting the sleeves while trying to pull it off as it was worth. 

He glanced behind where the woman had been sitting, spotting some more of those strange robes, and Virion approached them, looking for a fine color that he fancied.  And when he found the pink and white one, with those yellow flowers decorating the sleeves and the bottom. Maribelle would love it, or so he hoped. And so, he payed the woman according to it, while assuring that everything was on place, safe and sound. Yes, that should do it.

While thanking the lady for everything, Virion lead Flavia out of the tent, trying to answer her inquiring looks with a playful smirk. Well, she could wonder everything she wanted, but the duke was sure he'd be able to surprise Maribelle. Flavia seemed to approve, and, after all, it had been her idea as well.  Virion would think about giving her due credit. 

"Don't we look ravishing right now, my dear friend? Perhaps this young lady was truthfully givin us a dash of..."

Virion's words were cut out, when he looked behind them, to say goodbye to the fortune teller.

But she was gone. 

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G.6 - Tell me my fate, old hag

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»Sure! I ain’t afraid, madam. Come on, bring it on. What’s in my inmediate future? -Flavia’s humor was excellent at that point, petting Virion’s head as to calm him, as one would do with a little scared dog- Does Ferox hold without me these days? Old Basilio is going to trick me? I must be prepared!

Of course, the Khan didn’t believe any word of that strange woman. But sure was to prove Virion how wrong he had been questioning her courage. Until the end, she would prove him so.

»You are brave, khan. But your courage could be your fall. Stubborness will be what takes your beloveds away -Flavia blinked at the statements the woman was making, and wanted to interrupt. Perhaps that was going too far. Too… Personal.

Flavia was brave. But she had her fears too. Because, if the woman was refering to who she thought… No. She could only be the one to make Basilio fall. Her prey. Her friend. No one was allowed to change that. Not even his stubborn behaviour.

»But that’s one of the many incomes your future can take. You could become a mere wife, instead -the fortune teller shrugged, with a small laugh, that made Flavia come back to earth. Laughing loudly at those words- Fate is what we choose. The path we want to walk. May yours be more secure than what I saw.

»Weeell, that went fairly good -Flavia was still laughing, trying to picture herself as an obedient wife, wearing an appron and a bun. It was just hilarious. She turned to face Virion, rubbing his head again.

»So, pup. Ready to have your fortune told?

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"I am certainly ready. And I am not a..." Virion sighed, finding some kind of comfort in Flavia's gesture. It was rude, or maybe stupid. But there was a fammiliar warmth in there.  It felt like Irine and Giselle were back with him. Perhaps their spirits were there, guarding him, awakened by the spiritist that sat before them. Like guardian angels. What they were in life.

The thought made Virion relax. There had to be a way to contain the flustering and the melancholy. 

The fortune teller waited patiently, until the duke had sat straight again, brushing off Flavia's hand with a gentle gesture. 

"There's tragedy in your past. And there will be in your future" the woman frowned, concerned about what she had said "In fact, about both of you. Similar fates. That..." she made a dramatic pause, her eyes going blank for a brief instant. Until she regained concience, sighing heavily and painting her lips with a faint smile "Will decide, with others, the fate of many worlds" she seemed surprised about what she was saying "Then again, the Shepherds will protect us all"

"My my, that was an... Accurate prediction, perhaps? A bit fatalist, if I may add" Virion tried to brush away the heavy silence that was threatening to fall upon them "There are no wives in my future? Not everything can be dark and gloom, madam. No offense, my dear khan, but I hope that the future doesn't want you to be by my side as a faithful wife" the duke winked at her, but it was pretty obvious that the mere idea scared him "Ah, will this noble lineage be lost with me? Preposterous!"

"Maybe if you grow a pair you'd know that answer" spat the woman, Virion inmediately choking with mere air. That had caught him off guard. Completely. What rude manners! Blushing madly, the archer was certainly out of words "But alas. You need help. My help. Robes for your luck. Lucky charms if you want to call them"

Ah. There it goes, Virion thought, trying to regain his composure. All a trick to sell them something. Still flustered, Virion smiled faintly at Flavia.

"Shall we see them. We should fight fate with all our might" 

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G.6 - Tell me my fate, old hag

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»We shall, yes -though not having liked her braveness being questioned by such pompous man, Flavia laughed loudly at the little play Virion had indulged for her- Though I can forsee things too, ruffles.

Needless to say, Flavia rose her fist warily, enjoying the little jump Virion did again, making the feroxi laugh louder, rewarding the man with a pat in the head, as one would caress a scaredy cat. She liked the comparison, probably would use it in the future.

Although she was confused at how he had described the lady running the fortune telling. Because all she saw, was an old hag. Could it be that Virion was such a kiss-up he even wanted to flatter old ladies. Which, for her, was good enough.

Following his lead, they approached the decorated tent, and Flavia waited patiently, chatting with Virion at the time, more relaxed. As he wasn’t trying to impress or woo her, it seemed like he was even, Naga forbid her to say it out loud, a good company. Pity all the women in the world, who wouldn’t see that side.

When their turn arrived, both of them sat on the floor, as to get on the old woman eye level.

» Aah, a young couple, I see -the woman laughed, mischievously, as to scare them. Flavia laughed loudly as a response- Now now, lass. Manners! Who wants to know first? When the new born child is coming?

Flavia couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. But seeing Virion’s reaction would be, at least, priceless.

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

And so it was. Virion was totally pale. Looking at both of them so surprised he couldn't even hold back a squeak of horror. Observing the young lady with suspicion. She wouldn't be a 'oh so powerful' fortune teller, after all. If she wasn't even able to tell how embarrassingly scared of Flavia he was, how could she predict his future?

"Ah, excuse me, madam, but I think you've got it all..."

"Wrong? Afraid not, runaway duke" the woman cut him off with a snap of her tongue, Virion flushing inmediately. How did she... Luck. All luck. It was wat he used to do. Tell random things that would fixate the victims mind and... But just for safety, he hid his ring inside his fingers, not showing his heraldry anymore "The deed is already done, sweetheart. There's no use on doing that. Learn to take a joke. The lady may be too much for you"

"Mind you, madam, but I might do as I please" he snapped, a bit offended. But coughed  and stared at her blankly. She seemed to know too much for his tastes. Runaway. At least it was not -coward- "But then... There are no children in my present, what would make you think that there would be in the future?"

The woman snorted loudly, shaking her head, and looking at Flavia now. 

"What a stubborn little child. I'll play your mind games later. Would the beautiful lady want to hear what I have to hear?" and with her question directed to Flavia, Virion sighed relieved. 

He had a little stomach to do. That hit too close to home

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G.6 - Tell me my fate, old hag

Those kind of festivities, where the people would gather around and celebrate the harvest of that year, and for more concrete context, the one that they were attending to, was a fresh new air that the khan was grateful for.

Business and war were fun, sure, and she loved being on command, having her sword flaunted before the eyes of the enemies as they quivered with fear. And even all the paperwork and the general bureocracy that came with ruling Regna Ferox, even that, Flavia enjoyed.

What it would wait to be seen if it was also enjoyable was the duke’s presence. A man like him was too flamboyant for Flavia’s tastes, but he certainly had earned a laugh or two from her.

»Hey, frills. You got stuck with me, huh? Let’s make something good of this day. Can you recall any good thing to do today? It’s not like in Ferox we had this kind of celebrations. And I am truly curious. Though it would seem… -Flavia smirked, with a spark of mischief in her eyes- That a ‘noble’ man like you wouldn’t even know where to begin with the peasants festivities. Am I wrong?

She never was, of course. But trying to find out how much of a spine did Virion have would prove to be funny. Very funny indeed.

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Virion was at the moment absorted in his own thoughts. He had planned to take a lovely stroll that day, and was sure that time would convince Maribelle to come with him, to enjoy the pleasant view of such a radiant festival. And yet, there he was. His plan foiled again, and being dragged with the impetuous Flavia. She had assured him something about "good relationships between Rosanne and Ferox" while taking him away from his intentions. And he had resigned himself on pleasing the woman's whims. 

When the feroxi woman spoke to him, Virion couldn't help but jump. A small, little bump. But he did so. While always gallant, to the point of achieving his renown as a philanderer -which aggravated him more than he wanted to show- , he had to admit: Flavia scared him. 

What she had of being a lady, he had it as a ruthless blood-thirsty warrior. Oh, he corrected his thoughts. That was exactly what would describe Flavia. Or Henry, if he was a warrior, for the sake of his mental comparison. With a muffled cough, the archer tried to recompose himself. 

"Well, of course. A noble like me didn't use to meddle with the... People. But there, my feisty friend, is where you are wrong" Virion smiled, proud, sure he would surprise the woman "But as a matter of fact, I am quite fond of this festivities! And we're going to shine, my dearest lady, when I say this can be fun. Look at all the parades!" he pointed, with those chanting voice of him, as if he was narrating the events, like a bard. Earning a look or two from curious villagers, as they giggled away. 

"We're gonna get our fortune told. By ... that charming lady over there!" Virion was signaling to a woman in the distance, who hovered herself in a purple tent. With jewelery falling from the fake ceiling, covering the entrance of her tent "And then, we'll sort who's the better one. I forsee, from now, that we should take the risk, ask the fate! Or are you afraid, my lady?" 

And with a bigger grin than the one Flavia was flaunting, Virion bowed deeply before the woman. 

"Shall we go?"

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

[yourfavoritedragon]

  "TWENTY-EIGHT… TWENTY-NINE… THIRTY!" Nowi yelled. She barely felt her hair being touched but paid it no mind. She uncovered her eyes and scouted out her surroundings. She saw no hair or trace of Virion. Of course he wouldn’t hide right in front of her, but Nowi thought she would check to make sure.

The manakete decided to search the mess hall first. Nowi passed by fellow soldiers on the way and decided against asking them if they saw the archer. She thought asking would be cheating and she would rather find him on her own. She looked under the benches and seats that were probably too small to hide an adult like Virion. Still, she persisted and thoroughly checked the mess hall, but to no success. 

Nowi lingered for a moment when she should be running off to another area of the camp. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about Virion’s dancing, but Nowi would feel terrible if she gave up on a game just so she could find out what he truly meant. 

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

It was a game, played by children, while being played by adults. As much as Nowi's behaviour could be childish, the fact was that she had lived long enough to row crankier and old if she wanted. But she didn't choose doing so. Virion was thinking of that when he heard someone approaching. And seeing it was probably Nowi, he decided he had lots to learn from the dragonling lady.

Her youthful ways were admirable, to say the least. 

But he was oh, so proud of himself, and he wasn't going to let her win. Maybe. He did not know what he should do. It was more of a reward seeing her happy than trying to woo or even flatter her. Perhaps he should leave pride aside. But, that was... So different from himself? May it be that the time in the army was changing his views? 

Virion wasn't sure. He wasn't even pleased with that train of thought.

But still, he had to do something. And as he heard Nowi approaching, he let out a loud sneeze. Covering his mouth quickly and runing with cautiousness. 

Catch me if you can, he thought, with a playful smirk on his lips.

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What a real gentleman! The Feroxi woman smiled gently as she looked down. Her small hands touching his forehead, she could feel the warmth of his body. Her hands grips lightly tighting.

"Oh, Virion.. Do not speak so illy of your self for my sake.You have your own virtues, and quirks about you, that no one else in the army, or world has. I.. I really rather you not say I put your own to shame! Because.. I care, and I dont want you to feel umm.. Feel, bad about your self?" Olivia was having a hard time putting out the words.

A shy smile, Olivia’s hands back to her self, as they once more twilled around eachother. “Ohhh.. maybe, maybe eventually?” It was probably mean of Olivia to give him such false hope about lessons. Oh.. wait. No, it seems like it would be happening right away. Her face flaring up as she was taken. Yet.. she kenw this dance slightly. Muscle memory serving her well as she could keep up. Though her mind was like mush and her face hot.

"Uuuhh.." she just said, as she looked down at her new precious rose. She was so out of it, she did not know how to react. "Maybe..?" was all she could muster out as she started to back peddle away, glancing back and forth in confusion. What just happened? Did he just make her dance? That Virion! Doing such crazy things, but it was nice to actually for once have a partner, even if it was so random and quickly done out of no where and without permission. Yeah.. that was kinda bad.

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

"Sorry, dear. I really needed that. It wasn't my intention to bother you. But the privilege of this petite performance has made my day worth... And my week, for the matter!" Virion laughed soflty at Olivia's confusion, leaving her side, with another reverence. 

"But seriously, this army is lucky to have you. Next time, perhaps I am able to get a lesson or two. On dance, of course. Another kind..." he brought his hand to his face, jockingly "I am afraid I wouldn't be a very good apprentice"

In fact, the worst of all, as he never learnt his lesson. And never ever would.

"My dearest Olivia, I'll bother you no further. And remember our agreement"

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

[yourfavoritedragon]

"A… dance? Sure, why not. Oh, if I win, you have to get me sweets or something then!" Nowi bounced on her feet, eager to begin and suddenly excited at the prospect of winning sweets. She was also happy to play a game, of course. Nowi closed her eyes and covered them with her hands for extra security. 

"ONE, TWO, THREE…" she started to count loudly. 

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Nowi's sweet -quite literally- catch was good enough to make Virion not to remain still for too long, brushing her hair with a soft caress, and he rapidly sprinted through camp, evadint soldiers and comrades, even showing enough enthusiasm in the game to not to give in in his philandering ways.  A record, if he could remind that later. Certainly, military life was doing wonders to his personality. 

And he was grateful for them all. 

With that in mind, he kept running, trying to shelter behind the clean sheets, taking his time to enjoy the fragrance of the newly washed clothes. Maybe he should wrap himself inside of those. 

Like he did when he was a child, playing with his older sisters, Irine and Giselle. How he missed playing with them. Maybe that was why he liked Nowi so much.

Now, even though his melancholic thoughts, he had to wait. Nowi could appear right from nowhere.  He hoped no one would help the cheerful manakete to find him.

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"Oh, Its okay.. I’m often embarrassed, theirs no need to feel bad." Oliva murred out back. A small laugh escaping from her, she was ever so happy. Though her blush grew brighter as she was told that she deserved such a nice thing. Her free hand would go up and slightly rub her face, trying to calm her self down.  "Oh, of course I can do you a favor its the least I could do in return for such a lovely gift!"

Olivas hands joined back together as she listened to him. Oh, she had always put her self down she never noticed how it made her friends upset. Her lips slightly trembled, hearing his tone of voice. She felt so bad knowing that it could make the others so worried or upset. Slowly the pink haired dancer would start to nod.

"A-Alright! I will do that,  I had no clue that people actually cared though when I said such things. Oh my.." she sighed out, though it was more towards relief and trying to relax her self. D-dancing, though? Was he implying that he would like to dance with her? Much less implying she could give lessons? If their was one way to make her flare up in a blush and make her trip on words. It was dancing, the one thing she was good at, though did not give her self credit for at that. "Aaahh.. I’m, I’m not THAT good at dancing, oh no." Silent words, bright blush, stammering Feroxi.  Oh, she had to remember what he said. Biting her lips she would slowly speak again. "Though, I am decent at it, but oh I could never give lessons, I’m much to shy."

With a small laugh she would look up at him. “Thank you very much for it, maybe.. we could talk again? This was… very nice, I enjoyed talking to you.”

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

"As many times as you want me to, beautiful lady" Virion bowed deeply, taking for a short moment Olivia's hand in his, making them touch his forehead, as he wouldn't want to scare her by kissing it. Or even worse, causing a slap to fall across his face. 

"People care about you, Olivia. And I am glad to see you aknowlegde my words. Not only you are beautiful, you're smart and really considerate. Such virtues put even mine to shame" that realization made Virion smile, rather than sadden him "You sure make shine the better side of us all, my precious ballerina. As if you needed more cualities to adorn you... ah! I am making a mess with words again, yes?"

It was difficult not to. It was like fighting with his own nature. Virion didn't know how to do that. But he really wanted to befriend Olivia. And, after all, the last thing he wanted was to screw the opportunity. 

"Pity. Those lessons would have been the best reason to wake up in the morning. But you'll have to excuse my manners, my lady..." with a swift movement, Virion took both Olivia's hands in his, taking her with cautios steps in a soft and quick vals, spining with her for a few seconds, as gracefully as, like he always said, a rose petal falling from it's flower. 

"There. Just a little show for our birthay girl" and again, he bowed before her. Ready to run away if a slap could fall in his face. Olivia didn't seem to be one of those, but his own confidence maybe took too quick on his self-restrain. 

"Please, let's repeat this again soon as well"

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Someone rememberd. Ooh, Olivia thought she was just dust in the wind! And yet here some one was. Wishing her a happy birthday. That was enough to make her flush. Her hands going up to her chest, as she twilded her thumbs and glanced up at him.  ”Well.. umm, you’re right today is my birthday.” she would mumble trying to avoid eye contact as she shuffled her feet around in place and looked down.

People really said alot of things about Virion in camp. Something about just being a flirt? Or.. bad Nobel? But word got tossed around so much sometimes. But really was he so bad? Although all the sugar coated words, that where topped with honey just made everything worse for her.Shining.. prescience? Her? “Oh, I.. I’m not that special, please. You’re embarrassing me!” The Feroxi said, though a small smile graced her face. Just something about having your birthday even remembered was something else, and it could make you feel good no matter what.

A small soft hand would reach out slowly, taking the gift. “Oh my, its beautiful, Virion.” she said with awe as she looked down at the rose. Flowers where wonderful! So many memories sprang to her about dances inspired from them. “T-thank you so much Virion.” Oliva breathed out as she looked up at him. “I appreciate this so much..! I really do.” It took her alot to muster up all the courage to say her thanks, and with such a wide smile. this was a very happy birthday indeed!

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

"Well, Naga sure listened to my prayers lately... It was not my plan to embarrass you, lovely Olivia. I beg for your forgiveness" murmured Virion, almost out of breath, blushing lightly at how well Olivia took the present he had given to her. But with a loud cough, he regained control of himself. And specially from that daring blush that painted his cheeks for a moment. 

"There's nothing to thank about, sweet Olivia. You deserve this and more, I am just happy to be rewarded with such a radiant smile" he paused, as he wanted to infere some seriousness in his voice "But... Do me a favor, yes? Today is your special day, my beautiful lady. And I want you to do a thing for me. Never say you're not special, please" and with that, he cooled his tone, as his last intention of them all was to try not to scare Olivia away. 

"Such a splendorous woman as yourself can do that and more. Just... Do it for good ol' Virion. That's the best you can do for me. And for yourself, of course" his smile was genuine, and he sincerely desired that Olivia didn't think he was being nosy. It was enough for him of what they said about him, and VIrion didn't want Olivia -or anyone, for the matter- to keep believing such harsh words "Not that I wouldn't pay for having some dancing classes, if I may add. I'm not half bad at it either, but... " he gestured at the feroxi, as stating the obvious supremacy in dancing skills the girl had "You're far more experienced, I am told. And may I add... I am a little envious of that" the archer finished, with a daring blink of an eye.

"But I guess I pushed my luck too far today. Enjoy your present, please. I hope it grows as beautiful as her new owner"

[obsessedshadow]

"I’m fine…" she replied in a cold tone, "and yes, I am in search of something." Tharja peered up at the archer from underneath her bangs and a small smirk replaced her frown. "I am looking for lizards so I can try out a new curse I found within my book. Have you seen any of those little pests running around?" She was very tempted to ask the elder man to be apart of an experiment for the curse, but decided to let him off the hook for now.

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

Tharja was or surprisingly nice today or indeed she was in need of dire help. Nevertheless, that was a good opportunity, and Virion knew how to take them. Or well, that was what he said to himself. 

"Lizards, huh. I wonder what kind of hex can turn from that... I expect not to be turned into, well, a lizard, speaking of which. If that's what they're for. But! My chatter won't make lizards appear from nowhere, am afraid. So we better hurry and keep on searching" Later, if it all failed, he could say that he had to search something too, and he wouldn't feel guilty about it, because for once, it was amazingly true. But his desire to be by the dark mage's side, to discover more from such a mysterious woman was stronger than his own reason. 

Women would finally become his doom and end, and there was no denying. But if Virion cared, no one could even tell. Not even himself. 

"You amaze me, my dear mage. Always challenging yourself with new spells. Its remarkable. And inspiring. Let me help with those lizards, yes? If you want my presence by your side, of course. But my keen eye can spot even the tiniest of them all. I think I can be of help"

[obsessedshadow]

"Hmm… where could those little pests be…" the dark mage thought to herself out loud. She seemed to be in some sort of rush to find something. "Darn. They’re not here either…" Tharja was in the middle of brewing yet another curse, but was missing one important ingredient. She looked rather silly searching high and low yet she didn’t care… or so she thought. Finding lizard tails were her top priority at the moment, so she cast majority of those kinds of thoughts aside. With Tharja carelessly roaming about, she ended up bumping into someone’s back by accident and almost fell right on her rear. She regained her balance and looked up to see who the one in front of her was. “I apologize…” she mumbled under her breath.

[itsacravatyoubarbarian]

The soft yet distraughting bump startled Virion to the point he let escape a high-pitched scream, that he muffled as fast as he could, as to try to keep his composture. 

The sight of the plegian sorceress wouldn't help to keep himself calm at all. The thought of being hexed for that little accident crossed his mind rather quickly, even before he could remember he had no blame on that. Instead, his little prize -a pair of earrings he wanted to offer as a present- fell onto the ground. Probably he would find them later.  It was more important to ask the woman if she was okay. 

"Oh, my! Dear sorceress of mine, are you okay? Did Virion hurt you? If so, I ask for forgiveness" he was quick to do so, and then, he coughed, bringing up his infamously charming smile "Are you... searching something?" He sincerely hoped it wasn't test subjects. He was not totally ready to endure such trials "May I help?"