Ser Paulecrain Coldfire

Broken elf man tries to do normal people things and constantly fails at it. More at 11.

[paulecrain]

Got secrets to tell, got words to whisper, and not a single one of them rings Orthodox

@ffxiv-nidhogg​

[themidlandcabbage]

[nr1065944]

[paulecrain]

When we were young.

[paulecrain]

Dangerous Loyalty RP Starters

"It scares me what I'm willing to do for you."

"I don't care about anyone else, you're all that matters to me!"

"You know you can't refuse me anything I ask of you."

"You know I'd never refuse anything you asked of me."

"Say the word and I'm yours forever."

"If you love me as much as you say, then prove it."

"It's time that you proved your loyalty to me."

"I'll serve you forever if you'll allow me to do it."

"What will it take to make you go back on your oath of loyalty?"

"Will you trust me with the rest of your life?"

"My life is in your hands."

"You're going to take this gun, you're going to pull the trigger and you're going to shoot them. And do you know why? Because I told you to do it."

"I'd die if you asked me to."

"You would die if I asked you to."

"I could stab you in the heart and you would still come crawling back."

"You can do anything you want to me, I don't care!"

"I'll take the fall for you."

"I want you to take the fall for me."

"I could never act against you, not even to defend myself."

"My safety isn't important! You're what matters!"

"If hurting me is what makes you happy, then I'm only happy to indulge you."

[apexarrow]

Sometimes I hear you calling From some lost and distant shore I hear you crying softly for the way it was before

@paulecrain

[apexarrow]

If you have not been a villain at a certain point in time, you will never be a hero.

@paulecrain

[paulecrain]

Thank you for the beautiful shot @shilohartorian

[darkroom000]

[paulecrain]

The Knights Twelve and Who You Should Fight

Ser Zephirin: DO NOT FIGHT ZEPHIRIN. He has killed before and he will kill again. He has a fucking greatsword and uses Salted Earth way too much because he's salty as hell. Please do not fight him.

Ser Grinnaux: He's all brawn and no brain. You could probably kick his ass with a card game and call it a day. Fight Grinnaux.

Ser Adelphel: Do not take his baby face lightly. He is angry. He is ready to fight. He wants to prove himself to his superiors and will do ANYTHING to do just that. Do not fight Adelphel.

Ser Charibert: He's a nerd. You HAVE to win. Fight Charibert.

Ser Haumeric: He can probably freeze your ass and break it--he's so good with manipulating ice that he would probably have you beat the instant the fight begins. Do not fight him.

Ser Noudenet: He summons METEORS. KILL HIM. DO IT.

Ser Hermenost: Basically Grinnaux, but smarter. Fight him anyways.

Ser Janlenoux: If you can manage to keep Ser Adelphel out of the fight, you're golden. Otherwise, do not fight Janlenoux.

Ser Vellguine: He's an old man. Why would you fight an old man? You monster.

Ser Ignasse: Pull out his facial hair during combat and watch him cry. You must win.

Ser Paulecrain: He has a thing for Grinnaux probably so you could win by insulting Grinnaux constantly while fighting him.

Ser Guerrique: He has an axe too. Too many axe wielders. Do not fight Ser Guerrique.

[hermenost-the-thunderous]

Alternate lines of work.

[bhryn-art]

Done entirely in my livestream. For @xhazi whois sick - stop being sick.

<3

[legendarymemes]

Send ‘*’ to kiss my muse full on the lips.

[aurodrawings]

Paulecrain <3

[paulecrain]

Jihli'a: "Let me see."

My muse is injured and tried to hide it. Send “Let me see” for my muse’s reaction.

@littlezelcovabigworld @morbolcatte

He didn’t move from where he was propped against the door, shrouded in the darkness of a moonless shadow and staring at the mussed bed with an arm wrapped tight and merciless around his ribs. It ached beneath his touch, throbbing in time with his heart, and the gentle reminder that it was still pumping was a sweet sort of comfort to him.

A golden eye pinned Jihli’a in place when he began shifting on the bed, concern growing like a weed across his features the longer Paulecrain stood still, the longer he didn’t answer. The small hand that had been reaching out towards him stilled, Jihli’a’s expression flickering between worry and a steely determination. 

Paulecrain answered that determination with some of his own.

“Go back to sleep,” he called across the space softly. 

Determination morphed into law, and Jihli’a scrambled out of the bed with a fierce sort of deliberation behind his movements. Paulecrain, for all that he wanted to retreat, forced himself to stay in place as Jihli’a closed the distance between them. His small hands only hesitated for a moment before reaching out, gripping Paulecrain’s arm in his and attempting to guide it away. He didn’t resist.

Watching the transformation from cautious but steely to horrified, wide-eyed worry set an ache that had nothing to do with the gash along his side thrumming throughout his torso. Paulecrain’s features softened, pity bleeding under the hard edges pain had carved into his dispassionate mask, and he reached forwards with the hand Jihli’a wasn’t still gripping to pat the top of his head lightly.

Jihli’a’s head tipped up, covered eyes staring into his through his blindfold as his lips parted and prepared to unleash a deluge of questions. Paulecrain brought his hand down and held it up to call for silence.

“In the morning,” he interrupted firmly. “Rest now, the potion will do the best.” He gestured for Jihli’a to climb back into the bed, knowing full well that he would not do so himself until the bleeding had stopped and he wouldn’t ruin the covers. The miqo’te released his arm, hands moving to the cut and fluttering without contact in the air around it. 

Paulecrain brought his own up to catch them, not even wincing as it tugged at the thin membrane attempting to close over the top of the hole tore open and released another wave of blood down his side. Casually, he pulled one hand free and crossed it back over to his side. Another few minutes of waiting, then. 

“Rest,” he repeated, nodding to the bed. “I will join you when I can.”

When Jihli’a had acquiesced, after no small amount of hesitation, Paulecrain made sure to settle with his back to the bed within arms reach as he waited out the healing process in silence.

Neither of them slept much that night.

[paulecrain]

Still not touching you.

 @hermenost-the-thunderous

My muse is injured and tries to hide it. Send me " Let me see " for my muses reaction.