#anton trouve

[emilohi-shaw]

She saw Anton to the door after midnight, with him back in his leather armor and her wrapped in a lime-green sheet.  Kisses lingered, but not for long -- he had to get home to Gavin, and Emilohi knew full well that Anton’s older son was far more important than a last embrace with a new lover.

With the door shut behind him, she wandered to a velvet couch and draped herself across it, the sheet pooling on the ground.  A smile spread across her face, only to crumple seconds later into - no.  Not tears.  She refused tears, but here they were, and damn it.  Damn it all.

Her flesh felt so good, stretched and strong, but gods, it should have been Lolade.  Lolade was the one he saved from the ogres, Lolade was the one who’d spoken of taking the blacksmith out for a drink after she was healed. Perhaps ...perhaps it was ghoulish, that Emilohi was the one to bed him after her twin was gone.  A man wasn’t a drink to be savored in a loved one’s honor.  

He liked her smiles and her body.  She liked his reserve and the slow intensity of his touch.  Friends.  She could be friends with such a man, both in bed and out.  But tonight she imagined Lolade bringing him home and bragging of her find.  Lolade blushing as she spoke of her new romance, Lolade sticking her hand out, newly decorated with a betrothal ring.

Gods, it was unfair.  Utterly unfair.  She dragged the sheet more tightly around her nakedness and curled her knees to her chest as she wept.  She’d live for both of them now.  Smiles, art, loving, friends.  Everything Lolade might have wanted. Gods, it was all so unfair.

( @bries-alts for mentions! )

[house-rogala]

An Expedition to the Wilds

Trouve,

Get your kit and your older boy together -- we’re going hunting.  You, me, Gavin, and my ward Akka.  We’ll get out of town, get Gav and Akka some training, and bring back some decent meat for our cooks.

We leave in a week.  It’ll be a good time, Trouve, so stop frowning.

J.R.

( @antontrouve, @rookmenagerie )

[many-voices]

🏝 LONELY - Jovan and Polly

Jovan tilted his chair back so he balanced on two of its legs, then swung his feet up to rest on the balcony’s slanted railing.  Four stories from the street, Rurikton was just a sea of golden stone and lit windows.  Each window a life, a story.  Gods, he felt philosophical.  A dangerous state, that.

He could walk downstairs and be swarmed with his household.  He could take a waypoint to the Settlement and let Alissa set him to rights.  Instead he sat up here in the damp chill with a lit pipe and a cup full of whiskey and too many memories to count.

Anton, found.  How many other Falcons were on distant duties when Scarlet Briar reduced the company to ash and rubble?  Who else might be out there thinking Jovan was dead, Cat was dead, Anton was dead?  They’d never compared rosters with bodies; the whole of it went up in flames.  

And from that thought came this one: that he felt entirely unmoored, even near the people who minded him and cared for him, even with Anton’s return. Unmoored, adrift, like he could float away into the night and barely anyone would note his absence.

“Memories,” he muttered.  Gods, he hated it when he had a quiet moment to think.

( @antontrouve )

[bries-alts]

Character Layers: Anton

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

Name: Anton Trouve 

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Style/Color:  Medium brown and chin length with a slight wave to it. He occasionally keeps it longer or shorter and it’s often covered with a plumed hat. 

Height:  6′0

Best Physical Feature: His eyes

Clothing style:  Typically seen in fitted leather garments and armor. Occasionally, he’ll wear something a bit more formal, if the occasion demands it. 

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: “Failing myself and others.” 

Your Ambition For The Future: “Raise my son to be a good man--a far better one than I am. Maybe marry again, if the right woman came along. I managed to make a mess of it the first time around, but who knows.” 

Your Biggest Pet Peeve: “Seeing women mistreated.” 

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: “What must be done today.” 

What You Think About the Most: “The ‘old’ days before I retired from the mercenary life. The future...how my son will turn out...” 

What You Think About Before Bed: “The past. The future...my mistakes.” 

You Think Your Best Quality Is: “I’m told it’s my protective nature.” 

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: “Generally, I prefer to be alone with a woman.” 

To be Loved or Respected: “Both are required to make any relationship work.” 

Beauty or Brains: “A bit of both. I want a woman who can entice me both with her wit but also with her looks.” 

Dogs or Cats: “I find dogs to be better companions and more useful, too. Cats just lay there and don't do much, if you ask me.” 

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: “Find me a person who doesn’t lie about something, and we’ll talk.” 

Believe in Yourself: “I believe in my abilities. Beyond that, it depends on the situation.” 

Believe in Love: “I did, at one time. I am sure now, that I am too old for any decent sort of woman to want me.” 

Want Someone: “No.” 

Layer Six: Have you?

Been on Stage:  “Not that I recall.” 

Done Drugs:  “Not in many years. I try to avoid such things, now.” 

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: “No.” 

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: “Darker shades of blue and green are very appealing.” 

Favorite Animal: “Dogs.” 

Favorite Food: Roasted meat and fresh vegetables

Favorite Game: “I think I’m far too old for that. But, Rogala and I had a few good drinking games we would play with our buddies.” 

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: “I would rather not say. I do not like to make a fuss over my birthday.” 

How Old Will You Be: “Forty years.” 

Age You Lost Your Virginity: “Gods, that was a long time ago. I think I was fifteen or so. My older brother took me to a uh...brothel. Said he wanted to make me a man. It was a rather awkward experience.” 

Does Age Matter: “In most cases, I would say no.” 

LAYER NINE: IN A GIRL

Best Personality: “I dont know that I have a favorite. I like a woman who isn’t afraid to speak her mind.” 

Best Eye Color: “I’m quite fond of hazel and green eyes.” 

Best Hair Color: “Red.” 

Best thing to do with a Partner: “I like a woman who isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. I dont want some priss who is afraid of breaking a nail. I want to ride horses, spend time out of doors.” 

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: “ –– Being outdoors. Making money.” 

I feel: “–– Content..”

I hide: “–– Things that I dont wish others to know.”

I miss: “–– the old days. Old friends...”

I wish: “–– I could take back the mistakes I made.”

(Dont have a tumblr for him yet so posting here haha I will reblog it when I make him one)