#augustinushre

[ferdinandlorraine]

With: @simulacrist​ Location: Wine Cellar

Ferdinand walked through the empty corridor, listening to the echo of his own voice as he sang a sweet german song about love. Serenading the wine cellar as he approached, he stepped into a slow half waltz half casual stride. How welcoming was alcohol any time one wished to celebrate or forget. Ferdinand felt like doing neither. It was not alcohol doing the welcoming today. It was him, and he simply sought some playful joy. If he was in luck, he hoped to find a servant to rope into his secret game. After all, why couldn’t his stay in Switzerland be as carefree as he was at home? Multiple people came to mind explaining why, but Ferdinand brushed them aside. 

He turned the corner belting the merry tune at its high point of declaration and Ferdinand found the cellar was already occupied by another fellow. 

Ferdinand paused, exhaled, and smiled. “Secretly taking drink from the cellar? You dare!” he accused with said smile, clearly ridiculing both their presence and timing. 

[guilbarcelos]

With: @simulacrist

It would appear that it had become others’ turn to suffer, not that it made his own suffering any less painful. Guilherme’s view of life in Switzerland had not changed at all though more blood had been spilled. Perhaps the only change, in fact, was an increasing determination to protect what little he felt remained of his. Which made it all the more strange that the sound of his footsteps echoed not in the halls of his family’s rooms but those of the Archduke Augustinus of Bavaria-Munich. 

Why Guilherme was soon standing in a luxurious sitting room while a servant left the room to make the call was not clear to him. Or so he told himself. He sighed with a slight shake of the head in quiet self-mockery. Augustinus has good wine, came the thought as if attempting to confirm his purpose lay in distraction. After all, the Archduke had little competition in the art of diversion. Guilherme however, knew better, knew himself better. He was not a man whose mind could be distracted in such a manner and therefore his purpose in seeking Augustinus was more meaningful yet not political. 

“I suppose I shall find out,” he whispered to himself with a rare smile. For a man whose cynicism often made him unimpressed or indifferent to events surrounding him, the possibility of surprise was indeed exciting.