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through tears ❝ stop showing me your fursona ❞

![image](https://68.media.tumblr.com/c1319481a019cdcf8997067aa01dc981/tumblr_inline_ou113cYASH1ulru9z_540.png)**⊰ ♚ ⊱** The count simply ignored him, making a gesture towards yet another drawing of the anthropomorphic goat that he had kept showing the doctor earlier that day. **❝** But ' _Dr. Jules_ '— I need your help to decide on if the finished drawing should have marking that resembles my own makeup or no markings. **❞**

#hisfuneral #⊰ Inquire what you wish I suppose ♚ ASK. ⊱

(( @hisfuneral I hope you don’t mind me drawing your muse but listen I was thinking about how Robin would totally step in to stop a barfight in the makings but then I also realized that they have like a 10 inch height difference and I thought it was the funniest thing.))

#&&. The Other Hand ;; (my art).#&&. Funambulism - Show of Mental Agility ;; (muse).#hisfuneral

@hisfuneral ;; From Here :

❝ I think most are better than their group. ❞ Julian shut his eyes, inhaling as if to steady himself. He was standing outside of… somewhere. Hardly the right side of the tracks, as they said. Julian hardly ever spent his time in the more seemly parts of their fair city, anyhow. There was no reason for it. If he went there, there were more connections to the Countess.

Julian looked towards the stars, steadying himself once more. What on earth had happened? Had he threatened a particularly uncouth altercation? It didn’t sound like him, yet his cheek stung. He touched it. No blood. He was fortunate. Most battles within such an area were hardly pleasant and oft encompassed far greater wounds.

It was not like him to remain so distracted, yet he could not help but think of a recent acquaintance and the letter they had held.

It was best to gather himself, after all.

❝ Thank you for dragging me out of there. I don’t think I was all there. ❞

"True enough," he speaks, though the words are nearly a WHISPER. Now that they're out of harm's way, his hand automatically raises, eager to prod and assess the EXTENT of the other's wound. But he pauses, thinking better of touching someone without their consent. So, his hand instead finds itself CURLED gently around his own chin, his opposite arm resting across his middle and needlessly propping up his elbow.

Robin chooses to rely on his eyes, rings of amber SCRUTINIZING the man before him. He could have sworn the bruising on his cheek was worse a moment ago, but perhaps that was ONLY his imagination. Seeing it now, he's not sure it's worth any tonic he could offer. It would heal on its own in a few days time, he's sure. He can’t help thinking the other LUCKY he was able to get away with only that, particularly given the type of people that tend to reside in this area.

"Please, it was nothing," he starts, more FIRMLY than before now that he’s sure Julian isn’t too banged up. "I just couldn't stand for the possibility that the whole lot of those men would gang up on you over something so negligible. But I take it you feel better now that you’ve had some fresh air?"

#&&. Finifugal - Who Prolongs The Story ;; (VERSE: ARCANA).#&&. The Tactician Advises ;; (robin ic).#hisfuneral #((I hope this is okay!))

✧ *·ﾟ @hisfuneral / starter call .

‘ EXCUSE ME . doctor jules , is it ? ’ he looks innocent enough , hands clasped behind his back . despite his stance , the curve of his lips border playful , eyes suggesting more than what’s spoken . i saw you looking from the window . around them , others are scarce , departed to the dining room for lunch or doing their work elsewhere . asra himself preferred the solitude of the garden ; undisturbed by most , a haven under a willow tree , with the faint melody of falling water to soothe a troubled mind . unfortunately , his collection of borrowed texts always proves lacking , and he finds himself roving the library , neck craned in search of a certain title . ‘ i don’t mean to interrupt , but could you fetch a book for me ? it’s on a higher shelf ; i can’t quite reach it . ’

#hisfuneral #they prob met like 5000 yrs before this but what's a canon??#might as well MAKE IT UP #✧ *・ﾟ VAGABOND MAGICIAN ‚ PURSUED BY PAST . / main world .

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❝ Careful there, you invite death when you say things like that, you know. Asra says we tend to influence the world around us without meaning to. I don’t think taunting death is the smartest thing you could do. ❞ Julian had long learned to accept The Count’s peculiarities, yet many of the things that could pass his lips were most peculiar and often gilded with a sort of arrogance. And who could blame The Count for his arrogance? He had started as a mercenary and stood then a sovereign, glittering gold and widely adored. Even Julian, despite the exasperation of his tone, found some pleasure in Lucio’s company. Not that he indulged in it often, what with their work and Julian’s rigorous medical study.

❝ Not even you are immune to death, my lord. ❞

⊰ ♚ ⊱ Hearing the doctor’s remark only caused a laugh to escape the count. It was understandable for one to fear the fate that would meet them all eventually. Many did, and the count couldn’t fault them for it; but to him he saw it more as a nuisance than something that should be feared. A nuisance in being a force that would take all that you have from you and risk the people forgetting your name. But he was young and healthy, with little to no chances of being taken to death’s doors. After all, he has had plenty of chances to be taken to their maker before he had reached the world of nobility. So with a smile he replied to the darkly clad man, unfazed to the warning that was given to him.

❝ I am well aware that I of all people am not immune to our inescapable deaths, doctor. But it is something naught that I see a point in fearing. In fact when the being that will one day cause me to reach my fate comes to the gate of the palace, I will greet him with an unwavering smile. ❞

#hisfuneral #⊰ The count’s decree ♚ IC. ⊱#Pretend like this is a pregame verse tag here