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sun: do you believe optimism is always good? what do you have optimism in?“Absolutely! It’s always good to look on the bright side! No need to be a downer, yeah?” With warm boisterous laughter, Dante pats the person asking the question and gets a drink. “I like to think I have optimism in everything! Everything is 50-50 chance after all, you know. “Maybe he was a bit too optimistic of his chances.
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emperor: describe your relationship with your father
“Pretty good, actually! My mama and papa are on excellent terms with me! They are quite loving and kind! Maybe I should send them a postcard sometime!”That is, if he could remember to do it. Or well- muster the efforts of doing so. Dante actually appreciated his parents very much, and looked up to them. Especially his father, who was hardworking, stern, and-- well, everything Dante isn’t. Except kind. His whole family were prone to kindness. That’s what they do. Everywhere you go, and in everything you do, you gotta be kind. It really wasn’t that hard.
Three of Cups
three of cups: Describe a person who would be the polar opposite to yourself
“Somebody….hardworking. Diligent. Stern. Not one fun bone in their body.” He starts his answer so honestly, then adds a dramatic flair towards the end. “ Probably someone who lacks a penchant for romance.” Dante sighs softly, thinking more of his opposite. “But even if I did met someone like that, I’d still try to be their friend.” Or better yet, crack their shell. Usually the ones whom tend to be like that in his wakes of life, had have a relatively tough time while growing up. And need to loosen up.
devil: is there anything you’re addicted to?
He laughs warmly, and it echos the room. “There are a lot of things I’m quite addicted to, love. Beautiful people, drinking, gambling- oh I sound like I have a ticket straight towards the outer ring of hell! “After all, these vices will lead one to an inferno. And perhaps, that’s where he’ll be heading towards to if he doesn’t straighten his act up. Or, he could pray and pray and hope to the Goddess that she’ll forgive.
ace of swords: Insecurities?
“Hmm….Any insecurities? Not many comes to mind.~” Dante hums along to himself, not exactly answering the question. Sure. He had plenty of insecurities. How he never worked hard enough. How he had never found something to fill that empty cup in his life. How everyone he’s met had tried ten times- no a thousand times- tenfold of millions of times harder to just, live.They were admirable really.As he scrapes on by- from the kindness of others. It seems rather disappointing to confess he wasn’t as lovely as he seemed.“Maybe my singing voice? I sure can get quite loud while i’m under the influence. Haha!”
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Despacito | Open to Multiple
minstrellaneous:
This was… unusual, to say the least. Lukas was very familiar with flirting at people. He did it often– but it was hardly ever reciprocated. And it confused him quite a bit when it was. He wasn’t used to people flirting with him… but maybe that wasn’t what this was..? Maybe the guy was just drunk… or maybe this was his personality! Yeah! Probably!
“Y-You don’t need to tell me something like that.” Lukas stammered his response, his confidence wavering. He couldn’t help but look away, his mind processing the compliment with doubt. His eyes? That was what he wanted to compliment? Was he making fun of him? They were like the sea during a storm. Lukas had always wished they were a clearer blue. Why didn’t he compliment his hair or something? His hair was flawless and beautiful at all times. Well… at least he wasn’t intent on hurting his pride– which meant he wasn’t the enemy. “Tell me something I don’t know…”
“… like whether or not you’re paying for that drink.” Lukas grinned as he downed the rest of his drink, his lips curling up with interest. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to play along for a bit. Maybe he could get a fun story out of the whole thing. He did love gossip, after all. He shook the man’s hand, raising a brow curiously. “I thought that was what you were going for.”
“Lukas.” The firm handshake at least solidified that they would get through this discussion. “Well-versed traveler and all around fantastic company. A pleasure, Dan.”
“Mmmhm, I only say the truth, Corazón - as I’d like to get lost in them.” He idly stroked his chin while feeling oddly pleased by the reaction the blonde had given him. To Dante, it wasn’t that hard to find something appealing about another person- everyone is beautiful, as they say- but it was nice to see the man hop back onto his feet like a rabbit.
“Moi? Paying for that drink? Why, for you- of course.” Perhaps he should at least try to pay for something-- or eventually throw the tab onto somewhere else. But he’ll be good. Just this once. Maybe. As the two shook hands, his amethyst like hues made contact with those blues. In another light, Dante’s eyes may actually look the same. But in this one, his eyes glimmered as if he spotted some treasure. “Who’s to say I’m trying to be one?” Dan feigned a pout, then continued. “All I want to do is entertain. ♬~ And mayhaps I’ll be able to put a smile across your lovely face.” Laying it on thick, aren’t you Dante? Once their hands released, --and the drifter was always one up for theatrics- so he performed a dramatic bow for emphasis. His head looks up with a wide grin. “I agree, you already are proving to be fantastic company for the night-- Corazón.” “Oh? So you travel as well? Where do you hail from?”
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minstrellaneous:
“I prefer handsome beyond words.” Lukas responded blandly, looking over at the gentleman. He enjoyed that he could get a few coins from performing at inns and restaurants, but it was exhausting, and at the end of the whole ordeal he just wanted to sit down and share a drink with a beautiful woman.
Instead, the drunk stranger he had next to him was a burly man with incredibly muscles. Sure, he was attractive, but he seemed more like the type to make Lukas look bad… and Lukas did his best to look as flawless as possible. He didn’t need a guy like this showing up and ruining his moment in the sun. Taking another swig of his grog, he looked around, pointing at a woman that happened to be a few seats down from them. “You were probably looking for someone like her, Mr. Chiseled Jawline.”
Dante couldn’t help but sheepishly laugh by their words. Sure, the drifter always believed that all women were queens and he was a Casanova above all else-- but he wasn’t going to stop talking to the person when he already had his undivided attention. And it’d would be a lot of work for the man to just get up to talk to that woman to begin with. Didn’t want to waste no time, life is now! Live mas.
“I know a beaut whenever I see one, Corazón- but if I must confess- I’d say that you have quite the most dazzling eyes in town. It reminds me of the sea!” Honestly, those gray-blues were simply divine. Like starlight. Dante always had believed that all people were beautiful, even the ugly bastards- and of course. This person wasn’t anywhere close to ugly-- though it could been the alcohol speaking. But they looked soft and fresh like a cherub! And hair that was fluffy like a wooly’s fur. His hands partly raised up as if he was going to be under arrest, words smooth like honey. “I didn’t mean to not offend your pride, handsome.” Then those hands went slowly back down. “ Would sharing a another drink make up for it?” The drifter extends out a hand. “The name’s Dante, but you can call me Dan. Dante makes me sound a bit too casanova ish, don’t it?” Says the Casanova.
Despacito | Open to Multiple
magniflestent:
BEING WEALTHY GETS YOU THINGS. It opens a great many doors as it turns out. Though hardly any of it is truly his wealth, he admits. No, he’s beyond embezzling government funds but a great deal less so when it comes to the profits of his shop and the occasional turned coin from Frey. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Of course, he wonders if she’ll begin to notice the hundreds of gold and silver pieces disappear without a trace.
It’s not a concern of his. Not tonight. ( Though, he lives in fear when morning comes and she likely has to fetch him from the tavern or sends Forte to do so. )
No, tonight: he plays the part of the reveler, the guest of a town unknowing of him. He calls himself a prince, though he knows if precious little of the residents truly believe him. He hardly carries about him the air of the nobility, though he often tries to explain why to little avail. He is eighteen, an amnesiatic nobody — is it so wrong to indulge himself every so often?
Apparently, it is. He might be of age to do anything else he wants, but apparently drinking is off the table. Shame he got his grubby fairy hands on a bottle of something hard, something bitter. Even a greater shame he’s done it multiple times now, drinks paid for by either himself or by the others who knew a lad down on his luck when they saw one. ( Or chances being it was their feeble attempt at making a pass at him, to which he’d happily decline. )
So, when he ends up on a table, swinging his shirt over his head and half-screaming profanities at the top of his lungs, he can’t say he’s particularly appalled by the result of the night. Only that he’s certain he’s going to catch a cold and that his eyes are swimming. He is, however, surprised that once he sits down again after having fallen off said table that someone calls him beautiful.
“Tell me something I don’t already know,” is his only reply.
Staggering, the drifter raises a finger to point towards the blonde. Admittedly, it took a lot of concentration for Dante to keep himself from wobbling about. He rests part of his body on the bar for support. You would think the person’s words would had stopped the man while he’s ahead and shot him down, but- it didn’t. In fact, Dante was the kind of man to keep on going. Even when it was already a dead horse. (You shouldn’t beat a dead horse, Dante.) But, this wasn’t a situation that had things dead...yet. “Of course ya already know that you’re beautiful, biscuit.” Their hair reminded them of something tasty, and would bode well with butter and clam chowder. Man, he was hungry already. Dante always had a tendency to give everyone a nickname, it was kind of his thing. Also it made it easier for the man to remember them. Although...biscuit wasn’t probably the best name for him to give to impress anybody. But aren’t biscuits cute? Fluffy, fresh, flaky...buttery goodness. Dante downs another drink. This was probably not the best idea. “Man I’m hungry- wanna share an appetizer with me?” More like, want to pay for my food eventually when I leave the bar, cutie? Awful.
Goldilocks and the Three Bears | Maya & Dante
yamalot:
There was something about mornings that Maya loved. Each time the sun rose in the sky, it brought with it the promise of possibilities. Today could be the day she finally mastered baking chocolate chip cookies! Or maybe she’ll discover a new super power she didn’t know about!
"Hum, da da da~” Wiping down the tables, Maya hummed to herself a tuneless song. The windows were open to let in the breeze, and it carried with it the salty spray of the sea. She paused, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
“Hello friend!”
A voice chimed in unison with the little bell above the door. Her eyes snapped open, gaze trailing to the entrance where she met the stare of a stranger.
“Hi there!” she greeted with a smile. Folding the rag in her hands and tossing it over her shoulder, she walked toward the man with the bounce in her step.
“I haven’t seen you around before~ Welcome to Ocarina Inn!” For all the promises the morning had, it looked like today it brought her favorite one: a friend!
“What can I do for you today? Did you want to have breakfast with us?”
Wowzahs, what a cute petite lil buxom lady. His brow quirked, intrigued. Of course, It wasn’t so hard to appreciate the external beauty of each person who flashes before his eyes- as beauty from each and every person shines quite naturally. And this girl- was filled with sunshine and flowers-- Well, by the way she greeted this drifter in turn. It didn’t take too long to see the kind of person she is. Someone fun, for sure. He couldn’t help but wink and shoot an air bullet in turn with a wide grin.
“Thank you! I feel most welcome by your smile! Castanet is such a lovely, beautiful place, especially with darling little honeys like you around!” Was that too forward? Or perhaps he just came off rather friendly. His head tilts to the side, debating if he was in the mood for breakfast or some alcohol- as it’s five o’clock somewhere, you know? Breakfast will do. Might as well stay sober. “Of course! I would love to have something to eat! I’m quite famished!” A dramatic arm raises over his forehead, as Dan pretends he’s in distress. So animated, he was. And he didn’t need to be.
Despacito | Open to Multiple
gildedtomato:
Gill had ordered a rum and cola with no rum.
He was visiting the mayor, a colleague of his father, and discussing the logistics of financing the next joint festival on his father’s behalf. Although the meeting had run late, such discussions were bound to end and Gill found himself left with nothing to do but retire to his quarters and indulge in a novel he had borrowed from Candace.
A romance novel, innocent and heart wrenching and disguised with the thin paper cover of a book on birds he had found that was around the same size.
The light in his room at the Inn was too dim to comfortably read and so he found himself in the only open establishment in town at this late hour.
A bar.
Thankfully his attentive reading had saved him from the gaze of lustful and desperate patrons as the night marched ahead and lonely souls wandered trying to find someone to give them purpose by swapping saliva.
At least, Gill thought he had been spared this fate until some ancient man next to him at the bar had the absolute gall of spouting nonsense in his general direction. That earned a hard stare from the pompous princely prick, Gilligan Hamilton himself.
“No.”
Nien?... Non?... No? Those words echoed and rang loudly in his eardrums. This angelic haired blondie was quite the ball of sass from the start. A cold response, but no matter- Dante was one to get back on track after falling off from the horse. “Perhaps I should had called you handsome instead, my prince.” Clearly, this drifter was off his cahoots being drunk. Then again, he was always a bit loco to begin with. “Rough day? You seem so tense....relax a little, will ya?”
Perhaps he was already doing that, to be frank. The prince was holding a book in his hands- and Dan, being the floozy drunk he is--decides to grab the testament and makes attempts to recite words from this bible on a random page. ““Come here, lass,” he said, rising to sit on the edge of the bed.Ellen leaned down, laid her shoes by the door, then straightened again and began to slowly unbutton her ---Oh my! This is getting a bit raunchy, don’t cha think? Think of the children, mi amor!” Awful. Absolutely awful.
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Goldilocks and the Three Bears | Maya & Dante
@yamalot Castanet was a rather pretty place. There was something about how mellow the town's vibes encapsulated, the sounds of the seagulls cooing by the seashore, and the way how the waves splashed and greeted the sand. Dan quickly found himself fond of the place, and was told by a local fisherman to check some of the eateries nearby out. Well, why not? He could use a drink, or perhaps a good meal to end the day on a high note. Humming to himself with his hands in his pockets, Dan enters the quaint cozy establishment with a friendly wave to anyone who decides to make eye contact with him. " Hello friend!" To him, anyone could be one.
Ocean Man | Carlos & Dante
oceanmuscleman:
Carlos held a hand horizontal across his forehead as he glanced at the sun where it sat high in the sky. Today was shaping up to be a legendary day. Carmen had caught a huge squid right at the crack of dawn and Carlos had taken a new photo of her with her prized catch to add to the ever-growing wall of fisherman accomplishment photos that was taking over their living room, and he had also seen a cute girl and winked at her… and she hadn’t even made a disgusted face at him!
Not that she should, he was an absolute dreamboat after all.
In his own… humble opinion.
It seemed like things couldn’t get better until a melodic voice called out to him, causing him to look up from his bobber resting peacefully in the water to look at the face of his best bro, his best friend, his number one bromance, his bro for life, Dante.
“BRO! YOU’RE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE YOU MUSCULAR ADONIS!”
He opened his arms, ready for the bro-embrace of a bro-lifetime.
“AND YOU BRO, YOU SHINE LIKE THE HEAVENS ABOVE-- NONE CAN EVEN COMPARE TO YOU AND YOUR GOD LIKE BICEPS!” In turn, Dante responds in kind- with outstretched arms and a wide grin. The two bros dash to meet each other across the ocean’s shore- and share the biggest bro-embrace for all of Astoria-- the world-- the universe to see. You could even feel the grounds shake and quake with their connecting bro-moment. A fisherman bystander in the distance uncomfortably leaves for the sea. After the two had relished in their bro-mance, Dante looked up at his bro- at those beautiful, ocean blue eyes. “It is wonderful to see you again, my bro. I’ve missed thee, and your glamourous pecs.” The poor fisherman couldn’t paddle fast enough. “How’s Carmen?”
Ocean Man | Carlos & Dante
@oceanmuscleman It's been awhile since Dante had last seen his darling cousins. Well, they weren't technically related by blood-(and the drifter seemed to call Carlos 'bro ' most of the time.) But they were always considered close to him. If not that, bounded by ties that ran deeper than blood. Sure, Dan wasn't always the best influence....and if anything, he felt rather spoiled and his relaxing carefree point of view made it seemed like he took things for granted. Well, it wasn't quite like that. Everything is 50-50 chance, after all. Upon arriving to Sharance, the man decided to take a quick stroll by the shore. Carmen and Carlos had no idea that their cousin was going to pay them a visit--( Well, he always had a tendency to come and go as he pleases.) And hopefully, hopefully they were doing well. If not better than he was. .....As he was in a lot of debt. Didn't want to tell his mama and papa any of that. Yikes. Picking up a pretty clam shell , and admiring the hue- he looks up to see a familiar face fishing. Dante quickly rushes over to the man , shouting in excitement. " BRO! HELLO BRO!! HOW DO YOU DO?!" What a nerd.
Despacito | Open to Multiple
Drinking is always one of Dante’s favorite past times. It always made his spirits lifted upon consumption- mayhaps that is why they were called spirits to begin with. A strawberry daiquiri, sure- it may had been considered a woman’s drink to some chaps-- but this casanova didn’t give a damn. He liked the liquid, thank you very much. As it brought him sweet succor, in such dire times. Well, it wasn’t exactly dire in all honesty. Just a tad bit of debt, that’s all. And yet, here Dante was- spending a bit of his hard earned cash on alcohol. (Actually, he was so charismatic as there were a few people whom already paid his tab already. Slacker. ) Downing a drink, and another so quickly- perhaps the man had found himself tipsy. Oh well. Turning his head to face a stranger, the drifter figured he might as well say hello.
“Evening, Beautiful.” Everyone can be considered beautiful - especially while intoxicated.
