#ferrand

[nuapriori]

kim&eyes <3

[leporinesaber]

Getting my fix don't mind me. Seth/keru 16, ferrand/Paz 2, ferrand/masarec 23, ferrand/paz/masarec 25, paz/masarec 24, afzal/raf 14, isolde/Fenn 3

Seth/Keru - 16

“Dance with me?”

"You know I'm no good at that."

"Incorrect, I know that you are good at that, and that you're just shy."

Seth looks at him flatly, and Keru beams--he already knows he's won when Seth doesn't immediately say no.

"Just one."

"YES!"

Ferrand/Paz - 2

"...you're staring, Paz."

Pazkhal touches one hand to his chest with exaggerated astonishment. "Me? Staring at you? No..."

Ferrand rolls one of his shoulders and huffs a laugh, "Not fooling anyone, let alone me."

"I've just...I’ve never seen you smile like that.”

Ferrand is silent for a moment, most of his face in shadow. But the quiet little grin is still on his face when he turns back. "Get used to it."

Ferrand/Masarec - 23

Masarec curses colorfully as the careful draping they'd been toiling over for the past hour tumbles gracelessly to the floor. Of course, the knight commander chooses this exact moment to visit.

"Rough day?"

Masarec sniffs disdainfully in his general direction, bundling the silk in their arms, "None of your concern."

Ferrand leans in the doorway to their workshop, eyeing the sorry state of their progress. "Need a hand?"

“As if you would really do that for me.”

Ferrand steps wordlessly over discarded drafts to reach for the fallen dressform. Masarec stares at the strong line of his shoulders for only a moment longer than strictly necessary.

Ferrand/Paz/Masarec - 25

Masarec whips by Pazkhal's open study door in a harried swirl of bright red fabric and jingling beads, cackling.

Pazkhal shakes his head and dips his quill once more, just in time for Ferrand to rush by, looking stormy.

When he peers out into the hallway, Pazkhal can't help but double over in laughter. Masarec is attempting to use the hall's banner to scale up to a high window while Ferrand makes a grab for them.

“Why is he chasing you?”

Masarec grins--the cat who caught the canary--and proudly proclaims, "No reason!"

"They started something they won't finish," Ferrand huffs.

"He really does want to finish, if you catch my drift..."

Paz/Masarec - 24

There's the telltale gentle clink of jewelry as Masarec sidles up to him. They can be so charming when they want to be, Pazkhal thinks.

He does not relent, keeps his back straight and his gaze focused on his book for the time being. Barely a minute later, the fidgeting starts. Masarec shifts on the chaise. Pazkhal turns a page.

"I'm just saying. It'd be nice."

Paz hums noncommittally. Masarec huffs, then goes suspiciously quiet. With a shift of silk, they slide off of the chaise.

“Do I have to get on my hands and knees and beg?”

Pazkhal turns another page and deigns to look them over, wild curls spilling over one revealed shoulder. "It would not hurt your case."

Afzal/Raf - 14

“In case I do not come back, I want you to know something.”

Afzal immediately sets down his embroidery and comes to Rafaeyel's side, "Don't say things like that."

Rafaeyel's face pinches delicately, "I will not pretend there is not danger in any outing. You understand this well."

There's always this air of heaviness around him nowadays. Afzal would give almost anything to lift some of that weight from his shoulders.

"The book on the desk..."

Afzal leans into him, listening.

"Do not unmark my page. There would be sever consequences."

Afzal jostles him with snort, and the spark of mischief in Rafaeyel's eyes is a welcome sight.

Isolde/Fenn - 3

Fennimosa finds it harder to leave every time they do this, and Isolde does not make it any easier. She reaches for her in her sleep, unknowing, trusting, even as Fennimosa slips deftly out of her embrace and back into her clothes.

She's not as deft as she thought, clearly, when Isolde stirs awake behind her. "Sorry, darling. I meant to let you rest."

"You're leaving?" Isolde yawns, rolling over to look at her properly.

Fennimosa slides her knives back into place, hidden among her corset's boning, "Yes, darling. I can't stay the night this time."

“What do you mean, you can’t stay?”

She sighs and leans over to placate Isolde with a kiss, though when she goes to pull away, Isolde holds her there for a moment longer, one strong arm looped around her.

"Next time. Next time you'll stay."

[ifartconfetti]

Character designs for an original story written with @wintersguile

More info in the toyhouse in my bio c:

[radwolf76]

[ludivine-gouhier]

Vue de Clermont-Ferrand, avec des nuages qui glissent sur les montagnes et sur la ville. C’est un panorama que j’ai vu quand je marchais, ça m’a inspiré.

[minuitfeu]

A gift for @pinayako2020 of her cute loverbirds Davina and Ferrand~

[flaxgolden]

@daedaluscried They had it set up. Ferrand was on the roof of the old school gym, peering in through the skylights. He was backup, if thing went a not-so-good way. Ace walked in through the front door, ready to bargain for the guy's info before they killed him (the victim didn't know about that last part). Ace just sat on one of the bleachers, waiting.

[roachiearts]

Boyfriend sandwich: cuddle dominos edition. feat. @momentvm's Gabriel and my Ace and Ferrand.