👀would you trade your beauty for your family's security?
She ducked her head, shame-faced, but far too aware of her answer even as it pained her. “I’d — I would not.”
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👀would you trade your beauty for your family's security?
She ducked her head, shame-faced, but far too aware of her answer even as it pained her. “I’d — I would not.”
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Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
He tries not to, as he knows it’s an unfortunate side-effect of his birthright -- indulgence, to Armel, seems natural, whether that takes the shape of sex or appetite or gluttonous need for something. But like most people, he can’t always help himself, and so usually his favorite indulgence entails tailoring and clothing; it’s become something of a running gag at this point -- he doesn’t show up in the reception hall in the same outfit more than once a week if he can help it. The finery serves as a look at me! sort of flair, too, because if there’s anything he likes to indulge in, it’s attention. Good, bad, doesn’t matter. He just likes being looked at.
Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
For rituals: wake up, clean up, and then from the top up: socks, pants, undershirt -- if there’s no jacket, the undershirt usually has a WILD sleeve situation going on -- jacket, and then if he’s feeling fancy, maybe a hat with a feather in it. Shoes of varying height and flair. Jewelry always goes on last. That’s usually his preferred mode of dress, too. Same format, different pieces, every single time.
What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?
Sleep, or a walk, if sleep doesn’t do the trick. Fresh air has always done something in particular for his brain which makes it easy to snap right back into place. Tyrholm’s seasalt air isn’t always what he wishes it were -- he usually wants something cleaner, drier, less humid -- but a walk in the gardens or out in the courtyard or even on the streets of Lowtown perks him right up.
👀so what kind of fantasies have u had involving vasylia and maiden - anon
mother, maiden, crone babyyyy