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@sureshotxclark-blog
headcannon; lure
what lures clark is status. he doesn’t care too much about riches, because he is not a fellow of greed. rather he likes the idea of power through whatever means, through his control over others, or a heightened status. he could do so with associations with those already in power, like royal families or those who are legendary. he couldn’t help it, that is what he is attracted to the most.
“I certainly will, they would love to visit. Do you often have visitors here? Oh, I see… Pardon my words, but you do not seem dangerous. Far from a Mim, which would be the family I am hiding from. Perhaps I will find time to visit you estate every now and then?”
“All man can be dangerous in varying ways, it is one’s perspective that can determine what their nature can be,” he spoke, actually believing these words and he lived by them. Most people thought Tarzan was a good man, but he was a murderer in his eyes and he needed to pay.Â
“Yes, that would be lovely. I welcome guests, and bring any friends and family along- I’d love to know them. A Mim?”
@sureshotxclark
Tiberius returned to the home of the man who had offered him a residence in return for work around the house. Â He was no stranger to hard labor, and maybe a move would help clear his mind of his troubles with her.
“Is there somewhere I should put my things…?”  Even if he was going to sleep on the floor it would be nicer than his tent.
Both focused and detached, he headed towards the door and twisted the many locks of the door before letting the other enter into his abode. It was apparent that he was growing frustrated at the fact that his work here, the true motive, was being delayed. It affected his mood, causing a vein to pop but he was not going to take it out on Tiberius. He didn’t do anything. In fact he will help him and be an employer.Â
“Yes, follow me here,” he lead him to one of the guest rooms. There were five- not like it was a palace with probably a hundred rooms-, and one was already occupied by his brother so it was no longer a guest room really. All of them were somewhat alike, with small variations like not having the same paintings or different wall colors and light fixtures.Â
“Just put it here,” he spoke, handing the other a copy of a key. “How do you like it?”
clark and astrid
Name: Emily Clayton
Gender: Female
General Appearance: Fair skin, define jaw, brown eyes, brown hair, slim, average height
Personality: Pure, soft spoken, caring, picky, risk taker, slightly stuck up at times, open mindedÂ
Special Talents: She is rather good at singing and when she gets older she learns she has good aim especially with a gun.
Who they like better: She likes them equally and has a very different bond with both Clark and AstridÂ
Who they take after more: By first look, Astrid once you get to know her fully she can clearly see big parts of her father in her.Â
Personal Head canon: She wants to travel the world one day.
Face Claim: Bailee MadisonÂ
Posala & Christopher
Name:Â Aiyana Camila ClaytonÂ
Gender: Female
General Appearance: Dark brown, brown eyes, olive tone skin, slim, short
Personality: Energetic, Naive, Fierce
Special Talents: She has a talent for communicating with the wind
Who they like better: Both her parents, she was never one to choose between them as they treat her equally the same.Â
Who they take after more:Â Posala - in both looks and nature, Aiyana is a spitting image of her mother.
Personal Head canon: Aiyana’s only desire is to escape from the world and travel to distant lands.Â
Face Claim: Alyssa Bernal
â™” THE ROSE OF VERSAILLES â™” - MARIE ANTOINETTE
Quick! Choose your favorite sibling!
“Christina. She actually listens and respects our father’s aspirations.”
“I caught you at a bad time?” He repeated as if shocked, disbelieving the words said by the other male. “And your normal behavior is to be nice?” Zach questioned before he felt a shiver shoot down his spine. It was discomfort he felt, his shoulders being a spot on his body that were always filled with constant pain. “Yes, they are always tense and because I wouldn’t understand life if I didn’t take on stress…well we would all know is more agile, obviously the smaller whoever is the smaller of the two. But I guess?”
“I can understand why you may be apprehensive. I- yes, I am usually more civilized than the display of my behavior from that day,” he mused, seeming ashamed for once. Perhaps he had been too harsh on the boy, and after the other admitted he was turned on, he was curious as to how serious Zachary may be. So he rubbed the shoulders slowly and effectively. “And what stress have you been taking on?”
“You are probably right about that. It just seems like…” Maybe she was afraid that going out and seeing all the places, it wouldn’t be as good as she expected. She would be let down and disappointed. “I just want to be amazed, and I want it to live up to my expectations. Though, I am sure that if I went with you that my safety would be assured. I don’t doubt that at all.” But she wasn’t even sure if he was truly inviting her or if she would have to find someone else to go with. Who else could she go with? Not her brother or Nate, they were too busy for any of that. Otherwise, she knew of no one else.
He did not interrupt her even after her hesitation, allowing her to make the choice. After all, he can only be a controlling being to an extent, and that was his family and his business clients overseas. Now he planned on being calculative and get his job done without drawing unnecessary attention to himself. Though now he wasn’t being cunning, just his old self before he got into all that mess in his life. It was starting to become easy to slip into that when there was someone who reminded him how much he liked traveling in hot climates. “There is no rush, but I advise you to not hold back. Who knows if one even lives tomorrow. I just hope that you don’t start regretting all the times your doubt held you back.”
“Then do not compare wearing a bear skin and a wild man around me again. I am from a time nothing like this and using the skin of a bear can be very normal. As well as using every part of an animal so it is strange for me just to see it laying on the ground when it could have another use. What do you want to know?”
“While that may be difficult, I will try not to for your sake.” What else was he supposed to say? Anything more and he would surely further offend her. Despite her current behavior, primitive nature of mankind was simply a thing to look down upon. He hoped to change her mind one day. “I want to know first if you are related to Tatum. She is where you are from.”
She rolled her eyes. “Hey you’re the one who started in on that shit before  not only saying you prefer French maids but looking me over. Don’t think that wasn’t lost on me mister.” she said turning away from him. “Well I am not in any way a princess. I don’t walk like one or talk like one and when it comes to lady like you’re more than likely going to find them to corner the market on that over those of us that are considered muscle.”
“I’m not saying you’re wrong,” nor did he have it in him to say she was right. It was the last thing he wanted to do, to be the one who has to say he was in the wrong- unless he can get something out of it. “I was looking you over like a herder looks over livestock. I was trying to assess if you could carry out certain tasks, like being able to chase after and tackle a potential burglar. If not a maid, I can surely use a skillful guard.”
“Hm, you’re right, though, like I said, if you ever have a chance, drop by or something,” she grinned. “And I don’t mind, but only if you show me how to use a gun. I’ve actually been wanting to use those things, though I’m afraid I’d mishandle it. And it’s just Tatum, by the way.”
After grabbing some smooth pebbles, he skillfully tossed and watched them bounce on the still waters of the lake. “I’ll keep your invitation in mind Tatum, and extend you one as well. Have you seen the estate by the southern border of the Palace’s land? That is my current home and if you ever need weaponry or equipment, do not hesitate to ask.”Â
He seemed overjoyed by her mentioning her interest in that form of artillery. “I’d be glad to. I am free on most afternoons. Hunting is like freelancing for me, I do not have set time because I do not wish to adhere to any stress.”
“Yes, I do tend to like to know how I feel. Gives me an understanding of what reaction I should take. Maybe I am looking to be chased after, but for what reason do you care about what bothers me?”
“You’ve caught me in a bad time before. I was frustrated to begin with and I may have taken my frustration out on you, and that was not my usual behavior,” he spoke, a hand resting on the other’s shoulder that he pressed just slightly. “Your muscles are tense too. Why take on so much stress? If you want to be chased after, perhaps we can play that childish game of tag. See who is more agile in that respect.”