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[calisvol]

     "...No-shave November isn't until next month."

[bxptiste]

24, 27, 28

[meme]

XXIV. Does your character have any enemies?            If so, who and why?

Naturally, he does. There is no one he can pick and choose out of a barrel, but he firmly believes that respect and civility can separate a need to loathe or hold a grudge. Any enemies would include those who are aware of what name he rules under, or whomever he is set out against to fight.

XXVII. How does your character prepare for bed?             Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake             for days on end without trouble?

It all comes down to deciding which god to pray to this time— but I digress. It’d be a wonder how this kid sleeps at night, knowing things he does, has done, and needs to do; things he knows he is allowed to say, things he can’t, and what he should make sure he never tells a single soul, lest he remain safe in his current housing. Having said that, sleeping with someone anyone would be a godsend.

XXVII. Are they afraid of death?             Do they have any regret?

Everyone is afraid of some sort of “lights out” moment — but it’s a bit less unpredictable at his time. He’s made his peace and is sure some form of existentialism will take him. As for regret— ehhhhhh, he’s only got so much time to worry.

[bxptiste]

roiours:

     By this hour,the inhabitants of the dimly lit tavern were few in number. A rather young man took a seat by him, and soon they had stuck up a conversation. He didn’t remember the other taking hold of his hand, or leaning in to get a better look at his eyes. However, it was hard not to notice when a firm pair of lips pressed against his own. Charles rolled his eyes playfully before accepting the kiss with vigor. He could taste the alcohol on his breath, so perhaps the man was drunk. Then again, maybe he was drunk himself. And when they were through, he suppressed a small laugh.

                 “You could have asked me first, you know.”

       No one was allowed to call him foolish, or that he was forcing himself into something he could no longer handle. Not relationships, but simply falling into trouble with the wrong people. (There were -- the fun types of trouble, after all.) Alcohol rushed everything, and Uhtred wasn't exactly capable of keeping a clear head when he knocked back every glass in sight. His own father, true to his status, had been a man keen on having his sons drink. -- Then this left out him.

                      There was a hiccup, stealing his next breath away.

                                       "I'm ---- not sorry for even skipping an introduction."

[calisvol]

     "...Sometimes I have great difficulty believing           that Romanian and French are of the same           root language."

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                         ❝ -- It's always a pleasure to receive guests, monsieur,                                        but you must forgive me that I find I'm not familiar with your                                       name. ❞  

              -- He gave a courteous nod, accompanied with a polite bow and a gesture to     invite the other into the parlor. Afternoons in the estate were warm and pleasant in    that way that reminded one of peaceful naps underneath a tree in a park, the light    bleeding through the leaves and hitting skin in soft reminder - - rest well - ! Spring    afternoons were some of his favorites, as it always brought him into a nice mood,    and it was all so evident in his manner of speaking, kind looks and generous actions    all directed to the man at the door.  

[ironclawed]

❝You know, Paris is beautiful at this time of year.❞

“It is not without its allure,” he admitted. “Yet I must still disagree, marquis. I find the city quite stifling during the summer.”