Commander of the White Knights

Hello, my name is Lante Filik, and it is a pleasure to meet you. Don't be afraid to talk to me! ((Independent Lante RP Blog. Images used for reactions in Roleplays are not mine unless stated! I track the tag "lante the white knight" so if there is anything you want to show me, don't feel afraid to do so! C:))

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  Lante walked into the room with his hands behind his head, whistling a soft tune. Noticing his brother, his tune faded slightly, and then ceased altogether. “Hm? Dante, what’s that paper you’re looking at with such intensity??” The curious boy walked over to him, not noticing that it was his own letter until he read the content. Immediately, his expression changed to an embarrassed one, and his rosy cheeks were plastered with a darker shade of pink.

"O-oi, Dante…" He looked around, to see if anyone else was present. "You didn’t… Show that to anyone, did you?" He was aware of his brother’s illiteracy, and although he would be embarrassed, Lante would much rather read it to him himself instead of others knowing what he wrote.

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The sound of distant footsteps grew louder and louder and suddenly stopped in front of the wooden door.Dante could see a shadow between the crack of the door.  A familiar tune was being whistled on the other side. A tune so sickeningly familiar and nostalgic. He knew that could only mean his brother was the one standing on the other side.

The whistle came to an abrupt stop as the door opened. Clearly, his brother wasn’t expecting him to be here.  Dante held the paper in front of him again and stared at it. When his brother walked over to see what he was holding, he glanced at him for an explanation.  He watched his brother turn bright red. Was he not suppose to look at this? But he was certain it has his name written on it or at least has something to do with him because his name was written on it. The man glanced back at the paper. D-A-N-T-E. Yep, that’s his name all right. He looked back at his brother again. "What do you mean?" Dante asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. He was puzzled to think why Lante would even bother asking him that question. His ties with the people in the castle isn’t something anyone would call ‘strong’. Most people in the castle didn’t enjoy seeing him or so that’s how he felt. And he didn’t exactly enjoy seeing them either, especially that fox.   

Since Lante was here, he might as well ask him what was written on the paper. It had to at least do something with him right? His name was written there after all.  "Lante, what does it say?" He asked and held the paper between both of them.

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"W-what I mean is-" once again surveying the room, he sighed. No one seemed to be in the room, so he would of course comply with his beloved sibling and read it aloud. "Here," he held one side of the paper as Dante held the other, his face still contorted in question. Looking it over once, he decided to speak.

In no time, his voice portrayed the emotion in which he wrote with. Afterwards, he smiled and chuckled nervously at him. Bringing up a single digit, he scratched at his temple. "It's... Embarrassing... But true!" In that moment his stomach gave out a growl. Looking down at it, he laughed. "Looks like i'm hungry! This means we should get stew. Like in the letter.~"

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Dear Dante,

You make me so happy when I see you, And i think we should go out and eat some stew, cause i just want spend some time together, and take a look at my secret collection of feathers;

I know this is a really bad poem made to just rhyme, but listen we can finally…

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Lante walked into the room with his hands behind his head, whistling a soft tune. Noticing his brother, his tune faded slightly, and then ceased altogether. “Hm? Dante, what’s that paper you’re looking at with such intensity??” The curious boy walked over to him, not noticing that it was his own letter until he read the content. Immediately, his expression changed to an embarrassed one, and his rosy cheeks were plastered with a darker shade of pink.

"O-oi, Dante…" He looked around, to see if anyone else was present. "You didn’t… Show that to anyone, did you?" He was aware of his brother’s illiteracy, and although he would be embarrassed, Lante would much rather read it to him himself instead of others knowing what he wrote.

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I love my brother Dante Filik

Dear Dante, You make me so happy when I see you, And i think we should go out and eat some stew, cause i just want spend some time together, and take a look at my secret collection of feathers; I know this is a really bad poem made to just rhyme, but listen we can finally have the time, To make it be just you and I.

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WIGGLES EYEBROWS SUGGESTIVELY// hello ther e .. .

"Hello!" Lante chimes, smiling widely at this newcomer. Tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, he gives them a questioning look. "Is there something you are suggesting with your eyebrow wiggling?" He tried to sound serious enough with his words, but failed when chuckles escaped his lips from how droll it had been.

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It is safe to say that Lante Filik is indeed a diligent worker. When it comes to it, he has to put his effort in. Still, work can be rather overbearing sometimes. He wanted to get all his work done, but instead he conked out in the middle of it all. Unfortunately, Lante did not hear the calls coming from his brother. His head laid against the papers he was working on. Lante’s lips parted ever so slightly, letting his saliva drool onto the unlucky paper beneath his head. He did not wake at his brother’s call or when he entered the room.

Instead, the boy continued to sleep soundly. That is, until he was shaken by a firm hand that rested on his shoulder. A familiar voice spoke and Lante gave out a groan in response. What ever did someone need now? He felt so dizzy when he lifted his head to rest his half lidded eyes on the visage of his brother. He felt groggy, and his head was spinning from being woken so suddenly. “D-dante…?” He said quietly, rubbing his eyes as he felt himself slowly wake up. “What’s.. wrong?  Do you need something?”

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Dante watched as the other male return to the realm of the wake. He couldn’t help but notice Lante’s face was paler than usual. “Lante was already at his limit, yet he continues to push himself” Dante thought, concern filling the look that he pinned his brother with. As Lante rubbed the sleep induced drowsiness from his eyes, Dante began to speak. “A certain fox called for an emergency meeting,” his tone noticeably bitter as he spat out the word ‘fox’. The other, still a bit groggy from sleep, continued to rubbed his eyes and nodded to every word. “Lante….” Dante said softly. Dante’s face adopted a troubled look as he stepped closer to his younger brother. Lante, still nodding, was unaware that his older brother was getting closer. “….Uh-huh—-” Lante’s half- hearted reply was immediately cut off when Dante pushed his brother’s hair out of his forehead. The man had placed his forehead on the other’s. Dante remembered when Lamia used to do it to him when he was sick. “To check if you have a fever” she explain when he asked why. Lante’s temperature was normal; Dante let out a sigh of relief as he pulled away. His sight shifted to the papers the other drooled on. That fox which came out from those feathers would certainly not be so pleased seeing those drooled-on papers. The other would surely be scolded for his carelessness.

“And about those paper work….” Dante said, purposely zeroing his field of vision into the objects in question, hinting his brother to look in the same direction.

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"Guh...." Lante let out a groan when the mention of yet another  emergency meeting was to be held and he was to be there instead of catching up on good sleep. Nonetheless, Lante sat up and tried to wake himself. All to suddenly, his brother was really close to his face. At this motion, Lante blushed and cleared his throat. He was more awake now. "D-dante--?" But before he had the chance to continue his speech, the boy had pulled away. That certainly moved to fast for a steady comprehension of the situation. Even so, it left dear Lante's cheeks rosy with a fine pink that compliments the color of his skin.

He blinked at the mention of his paper work. "What about--" Oh. Lante gulped, Angel would not be pleased at that stain of his drooling. For one thing, he'll know he slept on the job (If he finds out it's drool, of course). For another thing, he would be scolded for staining the important paperwork. Lante hated it when Angel's pretty face was turned into a scowl. The slightly bothered boy stood from his spot and stretched. It always felt good to stretch after waking up or from being in the same spot for too long. He then picked up the paper and held it gently between his slender digits. His blue eyes practically burned into the stain, as if staring at it long enough would remove it. "Don't mind this, Dante. I'll say it was water... or something..." he placed the paper down and returned his focus to his handsome brother. "So, what about this emergency meeting? Shouldn't we be running there? Or do you think we have time to walk?" He asked a lot of questions and he knew that, but he just wanted to take the most calming way there. Because god knows that the meeting will treat him as kindly as the trip there. The boy yawned before heading to the door. "At any rate, we should get going, right? Being late won't look good on top of the stained paper(s)."

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“Lante.” Dante knocked on the door twice. No reply. “…Lante?” He knocked on the door again. No reply. The blond man sighed and decided to open the door; he had waited long enough for the other’s reply. “Lante…” His lips were pressed to a thin line. Dante quietly walked across the room to his brother who was behind the large stack of papers. Lately the other had been so preoccupied with paperwork, he hardly stepped out of the room. Not to mention, lack of sleep was surely getting to him. Dante stood next to his brother frowning at the sight of the papers. He knew he was to be partially blamed for the other’s exhaustion.   Lante was sleeping soundlessly on the desk behind the pile of papers. He had been up all night trying to finish them. The man had only gotten through two-thirds of what he needed to accomplish. Dante placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder and shook him lightly. “Lante, wake up” He said softly in a gentle tone of voice.

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It is safe to say that Lante Filik is indeed a diligent worker. When it comes to it, he has to put his effort in. Still, work can be rather overbearing sometimes. He wanted to get all his work done, but instead he conked out in the middle of it all. Unfortunately, Lante did not hear the calls coming from his brother. His head laid against the papers he was working on. Lante's lips parted ever so slightly, letting his saliva drool onto the unlucky paper beneath his head. He did not wake at his brother's call or when he entered the room.

Instead, the boy continued to sleep soundly. That is, until he was shaken by a firm hand that rested on his shoulder. A familiar voice spoke and Lante gave out a groan in response. What ever did someone need now? He felt so dizzy when he lifted his head to rest his half lidded eyes on the visage of his brother. He felt groggy, and his head was spinning from being woken so suddenly. "D-dante...?" He said quietly, rubbing his eyes as he felt himself slowly wake up. "What's.. wrong?  Do you need something?"