florian charmont

  FLORIAN CHARMONT ; 26 ; second in line for the throne (like that matters with kit around) one heart, tenderly beating, ever entreating, constant and true one love, that has possessed me, one love, thrilling me through one song, my heart keeps singing, of one love, only for Y O U . . .  

[prettyboyflorian]

zcinks​:

“Wow, okay, that’s probably accurate. I haven’t been around long enough to disagree.” He never really cared about what the higher ups were doing in life. “I don’t know about an adventure. I just want to try new foods.” 

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“hey, not with that attitude. with enough confidence you can disagree with anything,” he replied, sliding towards a more joking tone. there was a ghost of a glint in his eye that usually meant he was going to give kit a headache - he’d learned that particular bit of wisdom pretty early on. “ah, but isn’t that an adventure of it’s own?” did he sound like philip talking like that? it felt like he sounded like philip. “i think they have some weird deep fried foods there, at least. if that helps with the new foods thing.”

[prettyboyflorian]

zcinks​:

“Huh. This Mayor guys sounds like a comic book villain. Yeah, that’s true but it’s not as fun if I have to go hunting for it.”

👑  

“i don’t know if he’s a villain. but he’s definitely a dick, no matter how many festivals or galas or whatever he throws to make up for it.” he shrugged. and wondered if his father and the mayor would get along - though that would require either of them actually get out for once. “you could try the boardwalk, if you haven’t already. or just go wandering through the side streets and whatnot, if the adventure is what you’re after.”

[prettyboyflorian]

evergiots​:

        ❛ you’d be impressed by how the littlest things  can  have  the  most  damning  consequences .  me ?  oh , ❜  victoria  paused ,  only  to  find  herself  nodding  after  a  moment .  ❛ i  believe  everything  happens  for  a  reason ,  though  we  might  not  understand  it .  whether  those  actions  must  be  big ,  if  that  even  matters  is …  it's  beyond  me ,  i  fear .  maybe  we're  not  even  entitled  to  that  knowledge . ❜

👑  

“everything happens for a reason? really?” he replies, transforming his bitterness for that sentiment into nothing more than lilting disbelief. “it seems more like things happen and we assign meaning in retrospect, because that’s preferable to the idea of things happening without some higher purpose.” he paused, then added, “i always thought the butterfly effect was more a matter of cause-and-effect, rather than meaning, anyway. though, i’ll admit i haven’t brushed up on my chaos theory in while.”

[prettyboyflorian]

ohjeepcrs​:

“Yes, I’ve heard of that!” She’d heard it mentioned in passing once or twice but still had no idea where it was. “Oh. Well, yes that would be nice. I can appreciate a proper gentleman. Who couldn’t, right?” She smiled as she took his arm. It wasn’t the most normal thing in the world but Daphne had always been treated like a princess. “Where did you learn to be a gentleman?”

👑 

“oh, you know. mother, father, older brother. almost everyone was quite insistent about it, actually. and apparently i absorbed more from that lecturing than anyone ever thought i would.” himself included, though his bitterness at the subject wasn’t one he publicly expressed. he was certain that, even now, his father and tutors would be disappointed. alas, so it goes. disappointment would do them good. “why do you ask? am i doing a good job?” he asked, raised eyebrow matching the playful glint in his eye as he began walking with her.

[prettyboyflorian]

dawnsrose​:

            PEOPLE DON’T WAKE UP THANKS TO WISHING ALONE .  whatever  tiny  part  of  aurora  thought  she  could  get  away  without  mentioning  her  deal  with  maleficent  was  quickly  shut  down  by  that  single  statement .  it  wasn't  that  she'd  taken  florian  or  kit  for  fools  —  on  the  contrary ,  they  were  incredibly  inteligent .  it  was  only  that  she'd  been  too  blinded  by  the  thought  of  having  philip  back ,  and  that  was  more  than  enough  to  cloud  her  judgment .  a  long  pause  stands  between  them  as  she  contemplates  just  how  much  she  is  willing  to  share ,  how  much  she  should  share .  this  didn't  have  to  be  a  huge  deal ;  it  shouldn't  be .  ❛ i  made  a  deal  with  maleficent ,  that's  all . ❜  the  princess  stated  simply ,  easily .  her  violet  gaze  wandered  for  a  moment ,  ❛ i  had  something  of  interest  to  her ,  so  i  let  her  take  it .  not  all  of  it ,  just  a  small  bit .  just  enough  to  bring  him  back , ❜  and  enough  to  leave  aurora  feeling  like  a  lesser  version  of  herself .  as  her  attention  returns  to  florian ,  she  lets  out  a  deep  breath .  ❛ and  i  would  really ,  truly  appreciate  it  if  you  could  keep  this  between  us ,  florian .  please . ❜

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there’s a pause. it’s not that long, but definitely noticeable. especially with how much time they’ve been spending together since losing philip. florian’s mind whirs, taking in the information. he can’t begrudge her actions. not when he’d have done the same in a heartbeat. he’s never been one to lecture, anyway. he lets out a long sigh, mind calming once more as he does. “okay. i trust you. i won’t tell anyone,” he says, simple as that. he keeps plenty close to his chest anyway - what’s one more thing?

knowing doesn’t fully assuage the concern, though. “just... promise me that if there’s something i should worry about - like you passing out for months on end - you’ll tell me.” and then, because he’s a bastard whose been practicing tugging on heartstrings his whole damn life, he adds “i wouldn’t like to get my brother back only to lose a sister. only got one of you.” he’s playful with it, poking her cheek. and the words are no less truthful for the intention behind them. it’s just a push, a way to drive the point home. maybe a promise won’t do much if something really goes wrong with her. however, guilt can be a decent motivator so he’d rather have it than not. just in case.

[prettyboyflorian]

xbellerousseau​:

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

admittedly, part of the reason she’d stared so much was because she was trying to place him in her memory. (he didn’t need to know that). his face was very familiar — but distantly so, as if she’d only come to know him through images. and then finally, when he spoke, she remembered who he was. prince florian charmont. 

at his smile, belle’s first instinct was to tilt her head in confusion —  oh, he thought she was looking because of his face. 

she nodded slowly, still a little perplexed. “right. well … i’m still sorry, because i can’t think of anything worse than to have to get used to being stared at.” she shook her head. then belle peered at the spine of the book. “but, yes, i was meaning to ask about which edition you have there. which english translator? i have the one by p.w. stone but i thought i’d try the helen constantine version to see what she does different,” she explained, without even pausing for breath.

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“right.” there was probably a better way to respond to the sympathy - something more princely or charming or whatever - but he found he didn’t really care for that all too much. too much effort for the corner of a bookstore.

he lifted an eyebrow, parsing the shift his expectations as the girl spoke at light speed. “this is...” he double-checked quickly before continuing, “helen constantine. i couldn’t tell you how it compares, though. i think we had the p.w. stone translation back home, but i’ve only read the french version. got curious how it translates, and here we are.” he answered, holding up the book to demonstrate the here in question. “how’d you like stone’s?”

[dawnsrose]

♡ ·      location :  philrora's  backyard  /  @prettyboyflorian​

            ❛ … STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT . ❜   aurora  scolds  the  moment  she  feels  it's  safe  to ,  taking  a  seat  in  one  of  the  comfy  chairs  around  the  tea  table .  while  her  voice  isn't  cold  or  snappy ,  it's  not  the  same  sweet  dulcet  tone  that  came  so  naturally  to  the  princess .  it's  tired ,  a  little  lifeless ,  and  she  supposed  it  reflected  how  she  felt .  while  aurora  liked  to  believe  she'd  been  doing  a  fair  job  at  keeping  up  appearances  around  philip ,  there  was  no  point  in  pretending  with  florian .  both  the  other  charmonts  boys  knew  too  much .  ❛ he's  awake ,  isn't  he ?  we  should  be  celebrating !  are  you  not  happy  that  it's  all  over ? ❜   a  nonsensical  question  she  obviously  knows  the  answer  to ,  but  still .  ❛  i  don't  know  what  you're  expecting ,  there's  nothing  to  tell ! ❜

[prettyboyflorian]

florian does not, in fact, stop looking at her like that. in all likelihood, he’s being more obvious about it now that it’s just them. he falls into the chair beside her, letting all the confident airs he’d been wearing around philip drift away as he does so. out here, he’s free to just be concerned about his sister-in-law. the questions drag a sigh and a petulant eye-roll from him - because old habits die hard - but he answers anyway. “yes, he’s awake. and yes, i’m happy. but, aurora,” he leans forward, making sure to catch her eye before continuing, “in my experience, people don’t wake up thanks to wishing alone.” he doesn’t know much about magic, but he knows that much. if wishes were horses and all that. there’s a surgical precision to the words, being careful not to veer into accusation, but with the weight of the past months (and the hurt before that). gentle, but firm. “so forgive me if i’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.” because he knows what he’d do for philip, if he had the opportunity. and he knows that sometimes his mind and aurora’s work similar enough that he wouldn’t put it past her to do the same. especially after seeing how she’d been while philip was asleep.

[evergiots-deactivated20230708]

location :  no  idea  probably  a  coffee  shop  or  smth

          ❛ THIS MAY SOUND LIKE  a  ridiculous  question ,  but …  do  you  believe  in  the  butterfly  effect ? ❜

[prettyboyflorian]

“i believe actions can have a ripple effect. and often those ripples can be unforeseen consequences. whether something as small as a butterfly could create those ripples rather depends on the circumstance. why? do you believe in it?”

[ohjeepcrs]

She tucked her phone away into her bag as she walked before she stopped someone. “You wouldn’t happen to have any idea where the closest coffee shop is would you? I need a macchiato and a place to charge my phone.” 

[prettyboyflorian]

“i believe the lucky cat cafe is that way,” florian replied, gesturing towards the right direction. “though, it’s a little confusing to get to from here - i could escort you like a proper gentleman, if you like? i could use a macchiato myself,” he continued, offering his arm to the woman liked someone who hadn’t skipped more etiquette lessons than he’d actually attended.

[zcinks-deactivated20250309]

“Like, where do you think they’ll have a festival any time soon? I love trying new foods.” He pulled Scooby into a sit so he was out of the way.

[prettyboyflorian]

“who knows. the next big holiday or whenever the mayor has something he wants to distract people from - whichever comes first. if you want new foods, you likely don’t need to wait for a festival for that, though.”

[xbellerousseau]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ( OPEN STARTER )

location: the bookstore (a bookstore ???)

belle held the books to her chest. she’d found three already, but she was only twenty minutes into her bookstore day and she was going to continue taking her time. there was no corner of the store she didn’t want to investigate. 

peering into a bookshelf, she realised it was one of those that had an aisle on the other side. she could see people across the top of the books as they walked past, and her gaze fell on one who already had a book in their hand. unable to stop herself from trying to spy the book’s title, she was perhaps staring a little too intently before she caught the person’s gaze. 

she gasped. “ oh, no — ” she ducked behind the books, so only her eyes could be seen. “ i didn’t mean to stare, i swear ! ”

[prettyboyflorian]

florian wouldn’t admit that his citywide bookstore tour was just happening so he’d have an excuse to avoid kit. but he had decided on it after kit reached out for - whatever it was he’d reached out for, florian hadn’t let himself pay that much attention. no bookstore would feel as homely as the library back home, but why not try and find one that was close enough?

so here he was. trying to remember the last book kit had recommended to him, and then trying to untangle whether he was actually considering following kit’s suggestions now. what, were they going to start a family book club? maybe they could read passages over philip’s unconscious body! that sounded just grand!

maybe he was feeling more homesick than he’d realised, because he’d wound up reading the titles of the french novels this store had available. he’d started flipping idly through a copy of ‘dangerous liasons’ when the not-unfamiliar sensation of being watched started itching at him. the tension of it tightened at his shoulders, but he forced himself to relax as he flicked his eyes up to meet the girl’s gaze. “no need to apologise. not to brag, but i’m used to it,” he assured, plastering on the smile he'd been told was quite charming on many an occasion. “can i help you with something? or is staring simply a hobby of yours i’ve stumbled into?”

[nalaomita]

status: open setting: player’s choice 

“ i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ? ”

[prettyboyflorian]

“how chivalrous. sure, i’ll join you - no better time to start making my way through the rides than now, right?”

[prettyboyflorian]

intotheunkncnws​:

❄️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────    elsa   blushed   with   embarrassment   as   she   looked   at   florian.      “   only   a   little.   ”      she   replied   with   an   apologetic   smile.      “   have   you   been   sleeping   well,   florian   ?   ”      there   was   concern   to   her   question.   she   knew   that   all   wasn’t   well   in   the   charmont   realm.   to   get   an   honest   answer   out   of   florian   was   a   long   shot   but   she’d   still   try.      “    a   divorce   !   now   you   wound   me,   florian.   i   believe   i   would   have   made   a   decent   wife.   ”

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he shrugged in response to the question. "no worse than usual," florian replied, the words flippant - though not so much as to be dismissive. this was elsa, after all. and it was as truthful an answer as he could probably give - what did sleeping well really mean to florian charmont, anyway? (he knew why she was asking, what she was asking. maybe if he had more practice with it, he'd be able to spill his guts - talk about bad dreams and sleepless nights and old habits that had formed years ago and longed to drag him into another downward spiral. but it had been too long since he'd had that kind of vulnerability - with sorrel as the notable exception - and... he could still be helpful, if he was needed. what really mattered, beyond that?) "is this a ploy to get me to compliment you? because that might also be grounds for divorce," he replied, narrowing his eyes with faux suspicion, though the amusement in his tone was undeniable. "you would've made a wonderful wife," he added only a moment later, the same gentleness he'd spoken to her with when they were young seeping in. there was nothing romantic behind the words - not anymore, if there ever really had been - but that didn't make them any less genuine.

[prettyboyflorian]

florian charmont (1/?): an incomplete summary.

[intotheunkncnws]

— ❛ open. ❜  

location: replier’s choice .

❄️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────    “   You   look   tired.   More   dreams ?   ”   

[prettyboyflorian]

"ouch. i look tired? you wound me, elsa," florian replied, putting a hand to his heart in mock offense. it stops his fingers twitching towards the sunglasses on the top of his head. it would be too blatant a ploy to hide from her assessment, so he wore a fond grin instead. "i know we never got married, but i think i want a divorce."

[sophichatter]

location: in the woods 

time: dawn

this was different. sophie found herself disoriented. unsual for her, as she generally had a decent sense of direction. staring at her surroundings , she found herself in a region of the woods she had never been to before. “if i came from there-” she pointed at one path, wishing she had tied a ribbon around a tree, or taken a map. something. 

“goodness, i’m so very lost” 

[prettyboyflorian]

for all the ways he’d changed since he was a boy, an affection for nature hadn’t left florian. maybe it was a side effect of being named florian, or just a happy pairing with the oft present urge to escape, well, everyone. no expectations out amongst the trees and flowers. nothing to be but himself, whoever that was.

not to mention the unavoidable hope every time he went wandering through a garden or something like it that he’d run into sorrel again. not that he didn’t like seeing her everywhere, but finding her places like this always felt... fortuitous. like he’s been waiting for it.

maybe that’s why he notices sophie rather than being distracted by his all too common hobby of brooding as he was nearing the end of his early morning walk. “hey, are you alright?” he calls, wandering a little closer.

[prettyboyflorian]

dawnsrose​:

♡ ·      xkitcharmont

♛･*˚

seeing his brother so still and lifeless … kit would never be used to the feeling. he could barely walk further into the room, having hovered near the doorway for so long, worrying that he would further disturb his little brother. “ hello, pip, ” he said softly, unable to look at him for very long. he could already hear florian and aurora further away, settling into a conversation. perhaps it was best to let them be with each other a while before he came in and changed the mood, as he often felt he did whenever he entered a room.

later, as he finally came downstairs, he paused a few steps from the doorway, taking a deep breathe in and out. he had to be put together, he had to be calm. overhearing their talk about taking action and magic, he had the courage to step in.

“ i — hello, ” he cleared his throat lightly. he offered a small smile to both his brother and his sister-in-law. “ i … overheard you discussing magic. i’ve set up a meeting with the mayor tomorrow. hopefully he’ll be able to assist us or at least point us in the right direction. florian, rora, if either of you would like to come, you’re most welcome. ” kit opened and closed his hands, swaying a little on his feet before noticing dishes in the sink. “ rora, would you mind if i … ? ” he gestured to the sink. 

           ❛ PERHAPS NOT JUST ME ,  but  i  am  his  wife .  i  can't  just  stay  here  and  wait  while  either  you  or  kit  or  someone  else  figures  this  out ,  i  don't  want  to . ❜   and  it's  possible  that  it's  because  of  the  guilt  she  feels  for  not  coming  home  early  that  fateful  day .  even  if  it  wasn't  her  fault ,  there  was  a  part  of  aurora  who  felt  she  should  have  seen  this  coming .  she'd  allowed  herself  to  let  her  guard  down ,  even  more  so  with  everything  going  so  well  between  her  and  philip .  just  as  she  was  about  to  voice  her  opinion  on  the  middle  charmont's  suggestion ,  the  eldest  son's  voice  stole  her  attention .  he  seemed  to  handle  the  sight  of  philip's  current  state  much  better  than  her ,  maybe  even  better  than  florian .  yet  deep  down ,  aurora  felt  as  though  kit  was  simply  trying  not  to  give  them  another  reason  to  worry  by  pretending  to  be  okay .  it  was  very  kind  of  him .

       lips  press  together  in  a  small  smile ,  fading  as  her  attention  focus  solemnly  on  kit's  words .  ❛  a  meeting  with  the  mayor …  that's  good ,  isn't  it ?  i've  heard  he's  well  versed  in  magic  himself ,  so ,  that's  a  start !  ❜  she  exclaims ,  unable  to  conceal  the  smidge  of  hope  in  her  voice  and  glancing  at  florian .  he  did  suggest  they  looked  for  someone  who  knows  magic ,  hopefully  the  two  brothers  would  be  in  accordance .  taking  a  sip  from  her  tea ,  the  princess  raised  her  brows  as  kit  motioned  towards  the  sink ,  ❛ of  course !  please ,  make  yourself  at  home …  i  do  apologize  for  not  having  much  to  offer  to  you  both , ❜  she  spoke ,  glancing  between  the  two  of  them .  ❛  i've  had  a  couple  of  friends  help  me  with  cooking  &  cleaning  but ,  to  be  honest ,  i  haven't  had  much  energy  to  do  anything  other  than  look  after  him  and  take  samson  on  the  occasional  walk . ❜  pursing  her  lips ,  she  takes  a  moment  before  speaking  again .  ❛ did– …  does  your  father  know ? ❜ / @prettyboyflorian​ 

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florian frowned, torn between understanding and not being entirely satisfied aurora wasn’t blaming herself for this. kit’s voice rung through the room before he can say anything, however. he spared his brother a quick look, long enough to clock his put-togetherness and bristle at it, before pointedly looking away in time to catch the glance aurora sent his way. he rolled his eyes, no real tension behind it (at least when looking at her), and set aside his frustration. “yeah. sounds good,” he agreed, before adding a little pointedly, “as long as you’re actually going to push him to do something, or get some kind of answers for how this happened in his magically protected city.”

the frustration eased even more as the conversation continued, softening into fondness for his sister-in-law. she was being far too polite, in his opinion, but he could hardly fault her for it. “ror, apologise again and i’ll start taking offense. it’s fine. and i’m sure your friends are happy to help,” he assured, angling for a more light-hearted tone. god knows they needed it. especially when she was going to bring up their father. even more than seeing kit’s unaffected mask (the asshole), mention of their father summoned a surge of bitterness.

“yes. he knows,” florian replied, the words flat. “but i’d wager the most we can expect is throwing dear prince christopher at the problem,” he continued, unable to help the bitterness seeping into his words. florian directed his attention to his older brother again for the first time since he’d entered, raising his eyebrows expectantly. “unless i’m mistaken? kit?” the way his words sharpened with sarcasm made his doubt quite clear. // @xkitcharmont