#fauxduke

[somniatcr]

fauxduke , felix , said:  felix making a swift exit

      ‘ oh, come on, felix, wait--- ‘  lips twitch, the faintest of frowns  ( perhaps he’s pouting, even; but how much is real and how much is feigned--- who’s to say ),  an arm reaching forth as he makes to follow after him.  ‘ it was just a joke. ‘

[stormsiris]

[ @fauxduke​ continued from X]

“Oh, well I am pretty certain that...‘I don’t use magic because I don’t’--” Brail brandishes his finest of impressions, if a little bit more growling in it’s delivery before reverting back to his usual light banter, “...I’m convinced that’s a very apparent form of unendingly stubborn.”

A deeper smile crosses already curved lips, “But--considering you actually answered me instead of stomping off in refusal I shall claim that as some sort of progression in communication.”

He leans on the nearest table, a flicker of sparks running up fingers that he laces across his hands in a casual motion as he watches him. Felix was always so tight fisted on simple questions, simple curiosities. Why exactly? He was unsure. And he didn’t like being unsure.

“For the record. There was no bet--other than with myself. So no matter what you said I would be right. Unless of course--you didn’t answer at all--which you failed to do...thus making me think you’ve actually considered the idea before.”

The spell stills in his hand, waving it away with remnants of burnt ozone, “...You certainly have the discipline for it. I don’t see how magic can be anything but an advantage for a master swordsman.”

[sunraise]

@fauxduke & the hanged man, upright. ( starter call. ; a. )

             it  has  been  far  too  long ,  he  thinks ,  if  he  is  cannot  even  begin  to  speak at the mere sight of  his  younger  brother .  years  healing  &  training  did  not  prepare  him  for  this ,  are  not  enough  to  compel  him  to  even  smile ;  to  gently  tell  him  he  is  real ,  he  is  alive .  “  felix ...  ”  he  starts ,  but  the  words  die  out ,  get  lodged  in  his  throat .  “  ...  you ’ ve  grown .  ” 

             (  so  much ,  too  much ,  in  all  the  years  he  had  been  away .  that  he  hadn ’ t  seen .  )

[lovewelry-a-blog]

       ❝ i’m not sure where you’re getting this idea that i’m some mighty warrior, felix. ❞ her fingers lace together, head shaking as she sighs. ‘ house goneril may be strong, but that doesn’t mean i am. i’m not even interested in sparring. ’ // @fauxduke

[aegeir]

          ❛ i would like to request that the most attractive person in the room be my training partner ... felix, are you busy at the moment ? ❜

@fauxduke // listen ,,, it’s almost straight to the point

[vonordelia]

@fauxduke​ from (x.)

When Lysithea had failed to bite her tongue as she most certainly should have, she could only hope that he didn’t hear her somber remark, accompanied by an equally bitter chuckle. Oh, how she wished her mistake went unnoticed, silently scolding herself with the might of all of her broad vocabulary. If only he didn’t hear her, or didn’t notice, or ignored her, she, normally so adamant about being heard whenever she spoke, wouldn’t mind. In fact, she would be genuinely grateful for once. Alas, he responded to her pointless ramblings, leaving her at a loss for words and utterly frustrated.

Why? What are you?

A fake. A goddamn fake.

“I’m...” She stuttered. So unlike her, so silly, so... so utterly humiliating and disappointing! “... yes, I’m a mage. Yes, I’m hard-working. You think so. Everyone thinks so. But I’m not a natural. When people tell me they wish they were born with a talent such as mine, everything inside me turns upside down.”

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starter call || @fauxduke

it was no secret ashe was absolutely terrified of ghosts. he avoided being out in the dark at night, or any creepy looking locations. but unfortunately, going to school and then living in an old monastery, there were lots of creepy old locations in the dark. 

but treading through this old cemetary, he’s throughly creeped out. but felix is so serious, and not afraid of anything, so he’s trying to keep it hidden, not wanting to look like a baby. 

he almost thinks he’s doing a decent job of keeping it together until a twig falls from a nearby tree, causing him to nearly jump on top of felix, grabbing onto his sleeve in a death grip. ❛ AH ! A GHOST ! ❜

[obsidei]

@fauxduke said: ❛ What good is right or wrong if you’re dead? ❜

reign // accepting

          ❛ i am a knight --- therefore it is right and just that i act in the interest of my lord. ❜

          it was not just ideals, but blades that would clash at the training grounds that day. a knight of the kingdom, a servant to the man that now stood in place of the true heir, & one who wanted absolutely nothing to do with chivalry & knighthood, who would sooner die in a battle he waged for himself than for the interests of a king. it was almost poetic if the knight had desire to string together flowery language. the wooden weapons they made use of lock & the heir of fraldarius chooses to respond to clovis’ words.

          ❛ what good is right or wrong if you’re dead ? ❜

          ❛ hmph. ❜ the snowy - haired knight pulls back & falls into a defensive stance, a hand extending towards the other in a taunting gesture --- one that challenged the other to press forward, to show clovis the true strength of his ideals.

          ❛ what good is living if your existence serves no purpose ? ❜