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[ofthes]

theseus was utterly bored out of his mind. he thought these tournaments rather barbaric, and his interests had never been honed to enjoy such brutish sports. the halls were filled with boisterous music that wasn’t quite to his liking, and he’d tasted better food at home on one of the cook’s bad days. he sat there chewing that tough cube of steak for what felt like an eternity before the youngest marchant sank into his seat, defeated. he felt rather foolish; he’d dressed to impress and yet it seemed all the men were far too engrossed in the jousting event to pay him any attention. 

[ramsdenreeve-blog]

A dull sword if of no use to a knight like Ramsden, and he spent much of his time sharpening his blade in the forge — even if there were no battles to fight. But he knew better than to venture somehow unprepared. That’s what made Ramsden a top-tier knight. But he was usually alone during this process.

“Who’s there?” he called out, sensing another’s presence in the cavernous room. “If you mean ill of me, I must warn you I’ve got a very sharp sword in my grasp.”

[iah-vypren]

Iah had been healing well and wanted to go outside. Stepping through the Argian castle’s gardens was relaxing and he could do so without having to worry about hurting himself. A guard stood a little ways away and Iah was sure the man had been instructed to follow him closely. His prince was much too protective. Hearing another set of steps, he turned, pulling his robes tighter around himself in the slightly chilly air. “Have you come to enjoy the flowers as well?” he asked, tilting his head toward the other.

[stonecoldbergianking]

               to say he wasn’t enjoying the festivities would be a lie. he was definitely having a great time. though he wasn’t expecting such warm weather. he didn’t have any of the correct attire that truly helped him feel relaxed or comfortable. all of his clothes were thick, made tough from the finest pelts in his kingdom. so he found himself in need of some new attire while he was away from his kingdom. so perhaps that’s why he was strutting around the merchant’s shop naked as can be. he had no shame in the matter. besides, to him this weather was beyond hot. it wasn’t until a few minutes into his disrobing that he realized he wasn’t alone. “come to find some garments as well?” he questioned, looking over a set of robes he found. “can’t believe i forgot to bring any of my thinner materials.” he said, resting a hand on his bare hip as he thought to himself.

[princesshelenus-blog]

Helenus kneeled down in the snow, brushing off the snow from some snowdrops as he picked them. He’d snuck out without guards, wanting a peaceful walk alone -- something he rarely got due to the protectiveness from his family (which wasn’t entirely out of place). His horse followed slowly behind him, keeping an eye on their surroundings. It was only the sound of footsteps in the snow that made the youngest prince snap out of his blissful, flower picking trance. “Who is there?”

[oxthsworn]

     It’s been but a day since the manticore’s attacked and were repelled, a day since claw’s took his eyes from him. Nothing feels right. Smells right. He’d been confined to the infirmary at the castle after he’d been cleared to move, not that the exhaustion in his very bones made that easy upon the Witcher. But, he’d moved, barely spoken a word the entire time. Even with feeling like he was running on empty, he hadn’t been able to sleep. To calm the buzzing in his head at all the missed opportunities. He’d never be able to finish his bestiary. Never be able to watch the young soldiers training in the yard. Never be able to watch the first sun as it peeked over the horizon.

      But what provoked his current rage was when his blade was brought to him. Found within the spine of one of the slain manticore’s, they knew it to be his. Thought nothing of delivering it to the man as he led there, and left. It provoked a new wave of those breaking sobs, before rage took over. No matter how much his body screamed in agony, he was on his feet, grabbing whatever vial was closest to his bed after fumbling around for a moment, and with a roar, lobbed the glass at the closest wall. He heard the steps, and not even considering who it could be, was turning without a second thought.

        “Leave me!”

[for those with a prior connection/plotted connection]

[ofdox]

“wit ye want?” maddox grunted as he opened the door to his humble cottage in the woods. being the only place of shelter for miles of forest all around, the witcher’s home was like a lighthouse for weary or even lost travelers. if it was someone close, they probably knew where maddox stayed when he wasn’t away. the witcher seemed preoccupied as he held a bundle of cloth in his arms, and from it a baby griffin’s head popped out to screech hungrily at the brutish man. “all right, ye still famished, are ye?” he cooed as he headed back to the kitchen for more scraps of raw meat. “well, dinnae just stand there like a fookin’ eejit, come in and close the bloody door before the wee thing gets a chill, aye?” 

[blinclambition-blog]

While the drafting bench was where he belonged, Gaetan often enjoyed getting out and seeing his constructions in person. Currently, it was one of his irrigation canals he was straddling, his firm thighs spread as he stood astride the stone-and-mortar-encased flow of water. He was testing a theory on how to smooth the current of water as it ran down the provided path, with narrow, but reinforced spires of wood to almost comb the water as it passed. He hadn’t thought of all the branches and debris that’d collect against the gate, and was currently hauling chunks out to fling them over the side.

Though leaner, Gaetan was still in shape, his chest, shoulders, and arms swelling with each heave. His shirt was left to flutter in the gentle breeze on a nearby tree. If someone took it, then they needed it more than he did. Caught unawares, he looked up at the one who’d found him in his work, and froze.