Come with me

Prince Irmingild--prince of all of Calormen and the son of Jahangir Tisroc, the son of Ilemash Tisroc, the son of Illsombreh Tisroc, the son of Ardeeb Tisroc. My devotion to women is unrivaled. ((part of NRP but will rp with anyone; tracks #successoroftash))

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The Door is Always Open *Wendy and Irmingild*

Pulling her robe closer, the wary and tired eyes of the brunette peeked out from behind the door. “It’s 3 am. Is everything alright?”

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"OH WOE IS ME."

Such words deafened the door before it swung open, and the man Irmingild, whose cheeks of redwood has been drenched by saline rain, kissed Wendy's hand as his knees surrendered to the despair of his heavy heart. 

"It's over, babe, over!"

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dead.

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Brother? Brother! [sniffles with tears in his eyes] How I missed you so, O my /younger/ brother whose image haunts my very dreams! [flings himself to Rabadash] ((I tried stopping him. I did.))

-tries to free himself, hissing under his breath- Do demonstrate the merest drop of shame, Irmingild, and cease humiliating yourself and me with your overwrought and maudlin display. -his frown would be more severe, for he did not expect to see his brother away from Tashbaan, but the public eye tempers the physical indicators of his rage- Release me.

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And you seem to have enlarged about your midsection. -hisses- I shall wrench more than your heart from your mortal container if you continue to make a scene. -attempts to guide Irm to a more secluded corner of the room- Irmingild, by the gods— -his eyes narrow; so that was his brother’s ploy?- Does our father, may he live forever, share your sentiments about my disappearance? And if you shout once more I really will quit your presence with all haste.

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[looking like a kicked puppy hurt, he covers stomach with both hands] I am currently in the care of Galma, and they are most hospitable. Have I... [refuses to be pulled] Have I truly...

[snaps out of it and hugs him] By the great gods above, O my brother! Am I not enough for you?

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Divine

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Modern-Headcanons for Restimar, yes?~

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Sweet Love at the Ball | Ezekiel and Irmingild

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Mm, no need. -thoughtfully taps fan against chin- We are more than enough company for each other, aren’t we? Tell me about your skin routine, crown prince Irmingild. I’m utterly intrigued by Calormene beauty secrets. How do you avoid being damaged by the sun?

-tilts head to the side, exposing his neck- I’m afraid the night has worn me out and I don’t want to tire out my skin—I’d be happy to watch you dance with another. I know you would be divine. Or shall we have a drink, love? 

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[is obviously very happy to hear "We are more than enough company for each other"] If you so desire, O Lady of the Radiant Sun, I shall drink with you. [offers his arm] The sun is bright in my eyes when I am with you. It is--skin routine?

[laughs] Secrets they are not! Every man and woman desires cleanliness, for a soiled body is sinful, a sign of a weak mind and soul, utter disrespect to the very gods which has created us! We take great pride in our baths. Come away with me to my kingdom, and you shall be bathed most marvelously, and to ward the sun's talons, you shall have oils and unguents of myrrh, frankincense, rose, lavender, and almond. [smiles softly] A magnificent kingdom, my home.

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[eyes him from his peripheral, while contemplating how he can use this meeting to a Narnian advantage while warning him to stay away from Aaran] Prince Irmingild. [he addresses him politely, yet with a casual air] I do hope this evening finds you well. [inclines his head] Lovely. Music.

[hears his name and whirls around all puppy-like happily-like] Yes, it is I, Irmingild, prince of all of Calormen and the son of Jahangir Tisroc, the son of Ilemash Tisroc, the son of Illsombreh Tisroc, the son of Ardeeb Tisroc.

[nods thoughtfully] While it it different, Northern music is a delight to my ears.

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[is impatient, but keeps it contained]

…ah. Forgive me. [inclines his head a second time] I am Peridan. [looks down] …oh. I fancy your shoes considerably. 

[smoothly] How fares your family? 

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Peridan... [thinks back to all the historical facts forcibly rammed into his head but can't recall anything] ... [shakes head and bows deeply] O great... lord? ...O great lord of the northern empire that is Narnia! it is an honor to be in your presence. I--oh, my shoes? [laughs] You possess keen eyes. A gift from the g--from Aslan! I, too, find the brightest delight akin to the sun in your attire. Is it silk?

My family fares well, I thank you for the concern. Ah, yes. [snaps fingers to call for a female Calormene soldier--Issarat--dressed in light armor] O my quee--[balks at Issarat's glare] O-O my ruler of the moon whose very hands are the mighty stars, unfold the beauty that are my wife and children! [Issarat shows a small painting] 

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Diamond, Violet Sapphire, Tsavorite Garnets and Tanzanite Ring from Chaumet 

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faceted crystal gold rings

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Sabine G. Rings via Stone & Strand

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[eyes him from his peripheral, while contemplating how he can use this meeting to a Narnian advantage while warning him to stay away from Aaran] Prince Irmingild. [he addresses him politely, yet with a casual air] I do hope this evening finds you well. [inclines his head] Lovely. Music.

[hears his name and whirls around all puppy-like happily-like] Yes, it is I, Irmingild, prince of all of Calormen and the son of Jahangir Tisroc, the son of Ilemash Tisroc, the son of Illsombreh Tisroc, the son of Ardeeb Tisroc.

[nods thoughtfully] While it it different, Northern music is a delight to my ears.

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Sweet Love at the Ball | Ezekiel and Irmingild

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Oh, I hope it won’t be cast into oblivion. How bored we would all be, then. -casts gaze around- There is someone I would regret to have missed if the world ended. Her cheeks are rubies, but not so cold. 

-draws hand back- Was it wrong of me? It is rather difficult to keep track of all of these different customs. I do apologize. -when his cheek is touched, he smiles again- Hm, how should I use you? -giggles- If he isn’t willing, we shall have to be rebellious. Do you dance, crown prince of Calormen?

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Bored? [laughs] Bored we shall not be! We shall be in the realms of the g--er. W-We shall be in... in... Aslan's Holy Land... if... if this world is to perish without your beauty! [looks at him questioningly] Do you require assistance in seeking out this woman whose cheeks are of rubies imbued with the warmth of the sun?

You have committed no wrongdoing, O Lady of the Radiant Sun, for it was I whose actions have caused this distance between us. [takes his hands again] I shall only dance if you are my partner.

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Brother? Brother! [sniffles with tears in his eyes] How I missed you so, O my /younger/ brother whose image haunts my very dreams! [flings himself to Rabadash] ((I tried stopping him. I did.))

-tries to free himself, hissing under his breath- Do demonstrate the merest drop of shame, Irmingild, and cease humiliating yourself and me with your overwrought and maudlin display. -his frown would be more severe, for he did not expect to see his brother away from Tashbaan, but the public eye tempers the physical indicators of his rage- Release me.

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-wonders if he can walk away while Irm’s face is covered- Think you of me an utter imbecile who cannot lift a finger in self-defense? -his furrowed brow sharpens- By all the gods, brother, do consider your surroundings and refrain from shouting.

-smacks Irm’s hands away- Do I have the sickly countenance of a starved man? Are there any marks of disfigurement on my body? Rather than wasting your breath with pointless inanity, do demonstrate that you possess the slightest ability of observation.

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[looks him over] Yes, you are unharmed if not unkempt and emaciated. Yet you are a prince, O brother whose strength soars over that of a lion’s! You are a prince whose presence disappeared without a notion of return. I have believed you were abducted. [yells louder than before] Worry has wrenched my heart from this mortal container! Woe, woe! [clings to him again] Return home, O brother!

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-looks curiously at the litter and skips toward them and then skips back when she feels she's gotten too close-

-steps down from his litter while he’s being introduced by four of his slaves- -takes her hand and kisses the tips of her nails- 

O lady of the morning sun! You have liberated me from this dark day that has befallen me.

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[smiles] To have one’s own experience is best~ But you will understand. Go very near to the ground, or river, or tree and you can nearly feel the hope pulse. …and do, I beg, call me “Mabel”. I am a woman no better than any other. 

[adds candidly while looking out the litter] Well there is certainly only one sun. Why is the concept of one god tragic? I daresay, that’d even uncomplicate things. 

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[looks at the grass then at the mountains] The north resembles desolation than a paradise. [smiles at her] Forgive me, for I am like so with women despite their place in this world, for they must all be respected equally. You, O Lady of the Morning Sun, are a woman to be respected.

[looks out again] Complexity is not a sin. The gods of my kingdom are eternal. They govern the skies, the seas, the very earth under our feet. One sun there may be, but the existence of the gods are not inhibited by it. The sun, much like us, are the divine creation of the gods'.

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"Thou art the Prince Irmingild, art thou not?" The Tarkaan questioned. Inclining his head slightly, for he had more respect for this Prince than the other, Emeth tried to figure out his next move.

I am he, O great Tarkaan. [bows slightly, body retaining its rigidity] If you have come to me bearing the words of the Tisroc—may he live forever—then waste not your breath; my days have already been written and shall arrive upon his sacred feet by the second rising sun from today.

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“Nay, O son of the Tisroc. I am no messenger. I am no servant of thy father, nor one under his pay. I am a mere man, coming to thee on bended knee with a humble request.”

Clearing his throat, Emeth stood a little straighter. “A rumor hath reached mine ears, O noble Prince. A rumor that thine brother wast seen with mine sister. I didst seekest Rabadash out, to inquire as to why and what he couldst have reason to council with her. But he hath denied it, when I havest on good word he wast. Might I askst of thee to speakst to him? I shalt pay thee handsomely to findst out what the brother wantst with my sister.”

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[laughs heartily] O great Tarkaan you worry too much. My younger brother has set eyes upon a wife, yes? Rejoice! Rejoice, O Tarkaan whose sibling must resemble the holy moon!