#chevalierdor

[merciclubdo]

Masque du grand pope et du chevalier d’or du lion 🦁 #saintseiya #grandpope #chevalierdor #leschevaliersduzodiaque #cosplay #geek https://www.instagram.com/p/BzgbtdsI6lz/?igshid=1pjxmq99mov8j

[despiour]

💬 + rumour has it that you're very cute, merrill 🤔

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

That’s ... That’s not a real rumor, is it? Do people really think that? 

 I never knew so many people had their eyes on me. It’s very flattering.. 

[humcniisms-a]

@chevalierdor replied to your post: jun: dont be bitter be Better

nic voice: joke’s on you i can be both

[humcniisms-a]

@chevalierdor replied to your post: sounds like nic needs to meet jun

nic voice: eh

[despiour]

"So... I think the last bouquet of flowers went over pretty well. You seemed to like them. I hope you don't mind but... I got you some more." She presents Merrill with an even larger bouquet of colourful flowers this time, followed by a small box of orlesian cakes.

Merrill gasped, and it seemed for a minute like she might even cry. But she withheld the tears and took the gifts with a small shake of her head. 

“But I... have nothing for you. And this is.. so much.. I’m not sure what it is I’ve done to deserve such lovely things.”

[despiour]

presents michel with a bouquet of flowers. because that's what courting is right.

“You got me flowers?” Michel took them with a small smile. “How embarrassing that I don’t have anything for you... except,” Magically, he revealed a small box of expensive Orlesian chocolates from behind his back “For these.” Now he smiled widely, proud of himself.

[fadeasunder-blog]

what is your favourite thing about tevinter in general

 My empire knows no competition. We are the elite, and we will flourish from the blood and bones of the weak.

[retaliatc]

leaves a small bouquet of flowers; mostly red flowers

No one would tell her who left the flowers on her bed. Perhaps no one knew. At first, the mage had thought it to be a prank and refused to approach them. Who would leave something for her? Her first thought had been to leave them, to make sure that nothing nefarious would come from the seemingly innocent bouquet. But there was a small, prideful part of her that refused to be bested if someone were trying to play a trick on her. It took nearly five minutes for the elf to actually cross the room and pick up the flowers, thankful that none of the other mages that shared her living quarters had been present while she had silently argued with herself.

It was only after approaching that she was able to see a small note attached to the bound steams, familiar script visible on the card. The smile that works across her face is small, barely there, but it’s enough to cast away the usual scowl that rests on her features.

Her roommates are concerned with the sudden change in her demeanor, but also silently thankful that she’s no longer giving them death glares over the next few days.