sorry what was that bit about "tantalizing french waists"
IT'S TRUE! THE FRENCH, ESPECIALLY FRENCH SPIES, WILL TRY AND SEDUCE YOU! I PUNCHED HIM ONCE FOR TRYING TO SEDUCE ME, BUT HE SAID HE WAS JUST STANDING THERE! IT'S JUST PROOF OF THEIR LIES, SOLDIERS! NEVER FALL FOR IT!
Hey are you in Steve's group chat? i really think you should join but he's weirdly particular about it
-R
(( based on this very real and phenomenal fic:
(( https://archiveofourown.org/works/26046442/chapters/63341434
sadly no, communications were temporarily confiscated due to an “incident.”
We are legally bound by a contract stipulation, so I can't specify...at least until a certain date/event has occurred (This will most likely make more sense later on).
[ STABLES ] “Evening.” Forde gives a small wave to Marianne, as he ambles over to his horse. “Thought I’d bring Fiesta a snack, since she’s been so good to bring me all this way.”
Marianne steps away from the brown mare she had been brushing. "Sorry, I didn't realize she was yours." She apologized softly. "She just seemed like she wanted her coat brushed."
She had planned on spending the evening hiding in the stables, horses were easier to talk to than people. And it was so crowded. "I... I'll get out of your way." She gathered her skirts and moved to leave the stables. She'd just have to find some where else to hide she supposed.
“If only I had listened to my damn gut and departed a few days later. Could’ve just made first impressions by going to a regular class. But no, why be patient Panette? What’s the worst that could happen? Get thrown into a party even fancier than any one you’ve been to, without the boss to bail you out?” She lets out a bitter, throaty laugh, muttering to herself as she poured herself some water. Thankfully there weren’t many people here, what with the main event being a little ways away. Perfect opportunity to calm herself.
“No use whinin’ about it I suppose. Time to get your shit together before anyone sees you like thiiiiiiiii-” Halfway through the sentence she turns around to make her way over to a chair only to see someone right there. Which would be bad enough.
That someone bearing a striking resemblance to Emblem Camilla does not help.
It takes her a few solid seconds to even start breathing again, letting out air she did not even realize she had trapped.
“I mean… time to have things shipped to me… oh, it is no use pretending, is it? I do not know how long you had been standing there, but you have my sincerest apologies for my foul tongue. I only ask for you to forgive and forget this transgression, Em…” No, she cannot call this lady emblem Camilla. If it is her, she shall make herself known, and if it is not her, Panette ends up looking like a lunatic in this situation. “...em… allow me to make it up to you! Would pouring you a drink and exchanging our charms suffice as an apology?” She offers up her charm first before pouring the drink.
Camilla raises an eyebrow, before silently handing over a seashell charm.
She clicks her tongue before speaking.
"I don't give a fuck about what kind of language you use? Just don't cause problems for the monastery?" Who WAS this girl??
"I'm Camilla, one of the counselors at Garreg Mach. I didn't realize there was a new student." She offers a smile. "Usually I'm the one providing drinks for everyone else. I'll gladly take you up on your offer."
If I may be so bold as to ask, what qualities would you like to see in your ideal partner?
PS: you’re truly special, please don’t let anyone say otherwise! Your careful balance of tranquility and wrath is genuinely admirable, and I can only ever hope to reach the discipline you practise. Thank you for coming into existence, the world would be absolutely dull without you!
Satan: "Great question."
He takes a minute to think about it, then hums and closes the book he was previously reading, looking at you and nodding before smiling softly and answering.
Satan: "I don't really have major expectations for a partner... I guess I'd just like for them to respect me and have common interests with me like any demon would ask for."
He puts his book on the table nearby and pets the cat in his lap that he recently rescued.
Satan: "If I did have to ask for one quality in a partner... I would ask for them to be a good listener."
The cat purrs in his lap and meows, making Satan chuckle softly.
Satan: "Mainly because I'd love to read stories, with or to them, and spend some quality time together that way."
He gives an endearing smile as he reads the rest of the comment, whispering to you.
Satan: "And thank you. Truly. I don't know what else to say or how to express my gratitude- Oh. Maybe there's one way."
The wrathful demon hums and meets your gaze as he casually makes this last remark.
Satan: "You could come to my room later. I'll thank you properly there. See you soon."
(I couldn't find any GIFS of him smiling, so no GIFS in this ask, sorry friend. <3)