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@servesorlais
ALL THE NOBILITY PLAY THE GRAND GAME, as it is known, whether they wish to or not. It is a game of reputation and patronage, where moves are made with rumors and scandal is the chief weapon. NO GENTLE GAME, THIS. More blood has been drawn as a result of the Grand Game than any war the Orlesians have fought. Of this, I am assured by almost every gentleman here.
talk about Michel being relaxed and fulfilled for once
i asked for headcanon questions three months ago & then didn’t even follow the prompt
In her own way, Celene is punctual; she arrives pleasantly past the appointed hour to meet for the morning hunt, attired in riding clothes with a value comparable to that of the lesser mounts. It’s a distant thought as he notes the new velvet and satin of her coat, the lace trim on her chemise, the jewelled brooch that announces what she is willing to risk losing in the tended woods. It simply happens to be that the price of a new hunter is recent in his own mind --- the dappled gray mare who is busy plucking lumps of sugar out of the palm of his hand is the testament.
But Michel also knows from years of personal experience that if he can feel something searching in the empress’s gaze and catch a trace of bemusement in the corner of her carefully chosen smile, it’s very much by her design that he is able to do so.
❝ ... You disapprove. ❞ It’s a reply to the question she isn’t asking, and half a question itself, but for once there’s no anxiety underpinning it. He’s always liked mornings, and this is a fine example of one: dew on the grass, a lingering curl of mist, and a rose gold sunrise.
❝ I believe you introduced me to a new horse only last month. ❞
Michel glances between Celene and the horse, then down at his riding boots. ❝ The stablemaster believes it is good to train on different animals, Majesty, and the Academie would have me agree. Cheritenne may serve me well in the tournament and on the field, but I cannot always count on having him present ... ❞
To his surprise, the explanation is cut short by a laugh from Celene; the horse’s ears prick forward curiously at the sound. ❝ Ser Michel, you do not need to justify yourself to me! And I will not fault you for enjoying the hunt at the same time that you remain vigilant. ❞
Under his mask, he can’t help but echo her laugh, albeit quietly. Perhaps it is no joking matter; the fact that they are ostensibly among friends and allies today does not negate the possibility of a grave incident. But a dark and selfish part of him wonders if the pressure of responsibility does not offer its own kind of reward alongside the simpler thrills of a northerly breeze, the early summer sun, and a beautiful purebred with a braided mane nudging his hand in search of another treat.
❝ Noted, Majesty. Merci. ❞
i read bad meta about celene so i feel the need to come back and post
· Michel de Chevin ·
i saw this going around and was morally obliged to share the canon result
“Those sympathetic headcanons don’t excuse what your muse did!” Good. They aren’t supposed to. They exist for me as a writer to understand what could drive someone to do the things he does which isn’t the same as excusing them, at all
@servesorlais
“How do you manage even a look in the mirror without getting blinded? You must be quite popular in those… Fancy Orlesian parties.”
She earns a small laugh from him, with that comment --- spoken by an Orlesian, he knows it would be a double-edged type of comment, blindness caused by an unfortunate appearance rather than a bright one. But such isn’t the dwarf’s style. ❝ You learn to glance from the side, ❞ he explains. ❝ A bit ... like so. Like approaching a horse. Never straight on. ❞
there’s good art in the tag of the halamshiral rebellion but it has michel riding with celene, taking part in it and ... i feel like it’s important that in the book he doesn’t participate, he’s standing elsewhere watching it happen, so i can’t reblog it?
we burn the same, inside a fire. home // muses
credits . .
Boring but critical “details that other people know / don’t know about Michel” headcanon / reference post:
There are really only four living characters that know about Michel’s elven blood; Celene, Bria, Gaspard, and Imshael ( in addition to a handful of other characters in TME that don’t survive the duration of the book. ) Run it past me OOC if you’d like your character to have been informed by one of those four characters and thus be aware of it. I don’t always mind, but it’s a secret that Michel has killed people to try and hide.
There’s nothing about Michel’s physical appearance to suggest he’s elfblooded, otherwise he wouldn’t have survived twenty years posing as Orlesian nobility. I don’t follow any canon divergent headcanons about pointed ears or reflective eyes; physically, Michel is 100% human.
Michel isn’t being threatened with execution because he’s elfblooded; he’s threatened with execution for forging his noble lineage and attending the Academie des Chevaliers, which prohibits commoners from attending. The act of fraudulence is a crime.
An Inquisitor with nobility knowledge has heard that Michel has been banished and disgraced from the Orlesian court under a charge of treason, but no further details are discussed.
Michel is not allowed in court after 9:40 ( i.e. during the events of DA:I. ) He’s been charged with treason against the empress, and the only reason he hasn’t been executed is because Celene didn’t know where he was. He can’t go to Val Royeaux or Halamshiral — he’ll be arrested or killed for trying to get close to Celene and her court.
Michel will never voluntarily tell someone about his parentage, and because it’s tied up with his dismissal from Celene’s service, he won’t explain the full details of what happened there, either. He’s ashamed of his background, ashamed that he lied about it, and has spent twenty years with the ingrained idea that he’ll be executed if he talks about it. Your character is probably not going to be the single exception to this.
The Academie ritual of sending its students to kill elves happens only in Val Royeaux; it’s an unofficial test, and not something that’s publicly spoken about. While many Orlesians are no doubt aware that it happens, especially the city elves, most people outside Val Royeaux are probably unaware that it is a requirement for the chevaliers to participate — Michel himself was unaware until the night he was told to do it. Michel never participated in this practice again after leaving the Academie, is not proud of what he did, and never speaks about it, so there’s really no reason why another character should be directly accusing or confronting him about it.
i need to pick up some activity here so here’s a deal: like this post and i’ll send you an Original IC Ask ™ during one of my breaks @ work tonight B)
Orlesians like gambling because they can joyously show off how much money they can afford to lose. canon
i need to pick up some activity here so here’s a deal: like this post and i’ll send you an Original IC Ask (TM) during one of my breaks @ work tonight B)
i’m coming in swinging because i forcefully reject these headcanons?
let me alone, you wind, you who screeches, whistling through the winter branches– let my hollow trunk hold its secrets, let my leaves lay still unstirred; let me be unbowed, unshaken, and wind, leave to me my quietest words.
SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS.
macbeth:
the howl of wolves. moonless nights. dirt under fingernails. stained silk. chattering teeth. voices hoarse and cracked. rotting fruit. echoing drums. dry heaving. hanging cobwebs. stifling humidity. bloodshot eyes. the roughness of rusted steel. wild rosebushes. muscle cramps. the sound of splintering wood.
a midsummer night’s dream:
crackling fires. ivy crawling on stone. the faint music of running water. petrichor. dirty, bare feet. tattered clothing. thistledown. wilted wildflower crowns. late evening birdsong. curling leaves. a symphony of croaking frogs. drifting feathers. the eerie sound of windchimes at night. humming bees. beds of clover.
romeo and juliet:
warm golden lamplight. worn shoes. crumbling brick walls. whispered poetry. embroidered satin. cool, hazy mornings. tousled hair. rosewater. flushed cheeks. distant orchestras. unfinished marble statues. cobblestone streets. loose threads. ink smudged on parchment. tapping fingers. dust illuminated by sunlight. poison vials.
hamlet:
shattered glass. cluster of fraying ribbons. unanswered knocks on doors. lingering dampness. white noise. inexplicable drafts. migraines. memories of dreams. tarnished silver. bleeding ears. the taste of metal. reflected mirrors. dry, cracked lips. the sound of tearing paper. fogged windows. protruding veins.
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AIYA ELDALIË AR ATANATÁRI !
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