FRAN AGNISSON

ｓｔｅｅｌ ｓｋｉｎｎｅｄ | FRANCOIS AGNISSON | 26 | Son of the Soldier || Greatsword Wielder {Independent Skyrim OC}

[imperialorphan]

He sniffs as composure is regained once more, the large claw lodged within carved nordic armor removed.

            “That saber cat had your name…. “

[soldiersxson]

          Sniffs ( mother's habit, surely ) as he watches the other male dislodge           the  offending  CLAW -- somewhat  inspecting  for  blood as he does.           While the other is carrying heavy armours,    this one suffices for thick           leathers and a few metal plates.    Who said one must be weighted by                                            steel to be a WARRIOR?

                              He won't comment ;; only cross his arms                               over  his  chest  and  continue  to  stare. 

[soldiersxson]

               ❝ Step away from that sword ---- now !! ❞

[soldiersxson]

⏀

⏀ describe their usual smile

It is a smile which lights up his entire face -- toothy, like some feral  cat,  reaches  his  ears  and  makes  both  eyes  go   so endearingly   crooked.   His   smile   is   always   genuine   but--

It is often very hard to determine if his smile is one of genuine happiness, or if it is mocking --                        ( or both, happiness at your expense perhaps? )

Either way, his smile does not show up for just anyone, and he finds it very hard to put on such a smile if it hasn't been earned.

[spiritscalling]

Headcanon Meme Time!

[soldiersxson]

sparrowsurana:

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

[soldiersxson]

vidarrson:

          “I have received some news,” he says slowly, apparently            totally oblivious to all Fran has to say. Odd, how such an            important thing can take so long to reach his ears,     but            Froki  supposes  it is  better  he  learns later  than  never.

                Still, being Froki, he wishes that he could go back.

          "Your mother. She, ah—she knows. But… I do not know if            it has truly registered yet.”  Briefly,  he licks his lips,  pulls            a slight face.   “I have a child. Well, she is not a child. But,            ah— I only found out recently.” 

         "Another child--"

                    It's a quick quip, probably before even he has registered                     the  news  properly,  as  his  voice  trails  off quite swiftly,                     bright  eyes  watching  the  elder  to  see any sign of jest.                     Mouth falls open in a small sign of shock, truly, before he                     says anything more.

         "She? Uh--ah...Well, it is good she is no child! For I am very sure            a child of your loins less than   seven-years   would not be taken            too kindly by mother at all!"

                    It's  meant  to-- to  lighten  the  mood,  but  he  had  no real                     thought   it  would  work.  And  when  he  is  sure  it  hasn't--

          "That is... quite some news. That--yes, ah... Yes. News... Uh--             What, ah--is her name? This--child... of your's?"

[soldiersxson]

vidarrson:

A blink, a pause, a realization that he’s not alone, though he had honestly thought that he was. However, he’s too preoccupied to be his usual apologetic self right now.

            “Were you saying something?”

A withering look is given to the elder, one long finger poking him in the temple--

            "Nothing important--" and that's entirely true, mumbling about young-               man's exploits much uninteresting to anybody but him, he's sure.             "What's the matter with you? Are there wasps up in your head today?"

[soldiersxson]

vidarrson:

                  “…” He’s been staring off, mildly horrified, for the past little while now. He’s not doing a great job of responding to anybody that speaks.

              If he wont be answered, he'll simply stare at the man               until he's noticed. No matter how long that takes.               Amber eyes glare widely, sniffing--

                          "Horses arse..."                             -- a foul attempt at getting his attention again.

[ofpirouettes-archive-deactivate]

soldiersxson

[ofpirouettes-archive-deactivate]

“Have you ever seen something so… Beautiful?"

            Excuse her, but she’s a bit over whelmed by how lovely Skyrim              could be, when it wasn’t trying to behead her.

[soldiersxson]

"Beautiful? Women--they are quite beautiful--"

           He is, after all, a young man who has eyes only for the finer things, so often the wrists of pretty young creatures, but--

"Flowers--Snow--Rain on a warm day... many things are beautiful. Why do you ask?"

[soldiersxson]

vidarrson:

       ”Nothing you need to worry yourself about, my son,” he promises. He tries a smile, but it hurts too much. “Just— help me. Please.”

           "It is beyond me," he says quietly, realising that the man is in no shape to try and make it to someone more qualified--helps him sit against something solid, "--how someone like you has as many enemies as he does..." --tearing off bits of his own tunic to dab at the blood--voice concerned and thick. 

                       "One day, you will not make it back...                                        not even in the shape you were--... back then."

[soldiersxson]

vidarrson:

           ”I may— need your assistance.” 

          "What have you gotten yourself into this time?" For he's sure it is a very good thing--as he ducks under Froki's arm--that he doesn't mind blood on his clothes...

[soldiersxson]

garxu

"Psst--hey, bud! Oi--"

      He's trying to get the musician's attention, blonde head       peering around a table--eyes on a certain asshole with       something the street-rat wants--

"Play something a little louder, would you?"

      He points towards asshole with a punch into his fist--       doesn't know how well musicians take       to bar fights, but its worth a shot. 

[ecgbriht-blog]

                         She would sooner see him go,   sooner find herself a break from a                          man that is far too curious for her tastes, but he looks at her in this                          way like he doesn’t quite believe her and, well— there aren’t many                          that can suss out her lies with such ease. 

                         Just like that, he seems to have captured her interest,  though the                           thief expects that he  may lose it the moment she figures out why                          it is he’s so good at reading her. She hopes it’s nothing too boring,                          though also has to hope that he isn’t a member of the City Guard,                          as the last thing she needs is somebody like that taking an interest                          in her. It would make her job quite difficult, and Denna decided a                          long,  long  time ago  that  it is  already  difficult  enough  as it  is.

                         Still, regardless of his maybe-profession, his words bring a smile to                          her features. It is easy and pretty,  allowing him to think that she is                          about to say something so very lovely to him—      rather than what                          actually leaves her lips a few moments later. 

                        “It is a pleasure, isn’t it?” 

                         How honoured he is,  to be speaking to this Amelie that Denna has                           imagined up in no time at all. Never would she dream to show her                          true self to anybody. Let alone a total stranger.

                        ”I'll remind you that I never actually stole from you, though. So you                          can’t hold that against me. Alright?”

[soldiersxson]

                   He  slips  a  hand  beneath  the  hood  he'd  been  wearing  and  sets it                          over  his  shoulders,      ruffling  his platinum  hair in the process. She's                          funny--thinks  pretty   highly of  herself, or at least is trying to make him                          believe so,     and he can only chuckle.       He's not giving up--she's fun.

                          "I wouldn't think of it--but, I will be keeping a trained eye on your fingers,                           Melie." That isn't the name she gave him, but what does it really matter?                           The name doesn't suit her, doesn't flow well off of her tongue ( though it                           does flow convincingly--just not to the Imperial Interrogator )--he also                           doesn't particularly like the name Amelie. Poor woman.

                          And as if he's weaselled into some  space  of camaraderie , he shoves                           his hands within his pockets,     sets his torso slightly off kilter,       head                           canted aside--small grin on his face.

                                                            "Where are you off to?"

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                         A sigh will pass her lips and it is all Denna can do to stop herself                          from sticking a dagger in the fool’s gut. Doesn’t he know that you                          just don’t go running after thieves,    drawing all of that attention                           to yourself? Perhaps he doesn’t, but then again, he doesn’t strike                          her as a fool either. 

                         Clearly, he just wishes to irritate her. And it is working.

                        “Maybe I never offered my name  because I don’t want you to go                          screaming it down the streets of Whiterun,” she says, offering him                          the shortest of all looks. Eyes are narrowed. She tries not to smirk.                          After a short pause, she finally allows:  ”Amelie of the Reach. I'd                           say it’s a pleasure to see you again, but Mother always told me I                          should never tell a lie.” 

[soldiersxson]

                         Of course  he knows the true and unalterable consequences which can,                          at times arise from waltzing up so gallantly to a known t h i e f...   spilled                          insides being the least of his worries, but he has never been one to fear                          such things.  She is beautiful--and maybe that crosses his mind much                           earlier than the idea of consequences.

                                           And as the name slips past her lips, it is all her can think, one                                             word -- Liar. Sly little liar, and it makes him grin. If she wishes                                            to play these game, he will be only so                                                                                            happy to oblige--he is so very bored.

                       "Mother said so, hm? Well she is very wise-" and in he leans, as if to tell                           a secret, looking around.  "Lies are such terrible things... I am very glad                           you are an honest woman. It is so   r e f r e s h i n g.

                                           My     name   is    Fran.                                            P l e a s u r e,  Amelie."                                            Because he is  no liar.

[soldiersxson]

               She's across the courtyard--and maybe it's his insatiable cat's-curiosity, but it really is completely beyond him to do anything but follow her. For a thief, she's not hiding very well, at the moment. 

               "Hey!" he shouts, out in the open, not particularly bothered about the stares he gets before he even gets close to her; when he does, jogging to her side as if the most casual of encounters, its a complete shit eating grin he's wearing. "You never told me your name, when you so coldly tried to steal my possessions--"

[ariannsmartell]

[jamescampbellbowerdaily]

Camelot

[angoiss]

        “Maybe you are just a bad comedian.” 

[soldiersxson]

        "Vigi thinks I am hilarious--"                    Vigi is also four years old. "And you are any better?"