#stitches!

[starphasedd]

Me gearing up to re-read Stitches now that we know single daddy Din dilf Djarin is canon. @djarinsbeskar

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

This is as far as I can post a work in progress. I’ll be gone for a bit as I work on this plus the Xmas commissions. Hope you like the unfinished piece.

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@cinqprincipe

“I hope you don’t mind that I called you out here like this.” Although by the way he sipped casually at his own cup of tea, it didn’t particularly seem like Elias was too concerned about the matter. Or that the offer of tea in his manor could have been refused by the Second Knight instead. Nevertheless, he nodded a silent thanks to the servants who had just finished serving the tea and the platter of sweets and other food items and turned more towards the younger boy. He took a quick bite from a pastry before daintily wiping away any sort of crumbs. 

“You see, I’ve heard some choice things about you and the sort of magic that you do. And suffice it to say, but I am awfully curious.” Onmyouji related magic was, as far as Elias knew, a dying craft and largely considered to be archaic amongst other things. At least, his own family would probably consider it to be largely blasphemous and against the natural order which was reason enough for Elias to be intrigued. “Now I don’t need any sort of demonstration.” That would simply be too much, “But if you wouldn’t mind telling me a little more about what you do. From what little I know of it, it does sound rather complicated to learn.” 

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@sunsetswords

“My, this is certainly embarrassing. I’m sure if my family were to see me in such a state, they would be thoroughly disappointed.” It was an unfortunate accident that led him to be in the care of the Second Cleric, the irony of which was not lost on him. It wasn’t a major wound on his arm after he had a run in with a runaway horse and the person he pushed out of the way seemed rather grateful. Normally he would take care of something like this himself but it was a rather deep wound and he would rather not waste effort or magical if it wasn’t for battle wounds. Besides, any opportunity was a good one, wasn’t it?

“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice though. My own family is full of clerics but it’s best if I don’t see them for a little while.” Even as a duke, he wasn’t exactly in their good graces. Or at least not privately. “Will it take long to heal or...?” He trailed off, not caring either way. He was curious about the Second Cleric in any case so a chance to chat would be much appreciated.

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@xiimperator​

“Ah I see you haven’t placed any bets yet. Are you simply here to watch?” Elias was subject to many vices or at least enough to make his dead father spin in his grave. There was one however that gave him the least amount of trouble or at the very least, not as many rumors about him spewed from his gambling. Today he took the time to travel down to the horse races to place a little bet on one of his favorite horses and happened across a surprising face. 

“You are Elysium’s Second Commander, are you not? What brings you to this sort of place?” Elias made a habit of memorizing the faces of each kingdom’s elite. After all, one could never know when the opportunity to run into one of them would happen. 

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@archrouge

“T-This is surely an unexpected turn of events.” Elias had the pleasure of inviting many prestigious guests into his humble estate, but this was far more than he thought he would have to be prepared for. Now he was running around frantically, making sure the manor was presentable enough to receive the Emperor of Elysium. Never mind the fact that he wasn’t exactly sure why Her Highness was even coming to his manor of all places, he didn’t have the time to ponder that. The best flowers and artwork was placed out for prime viewing and there wasn’t a single dust bunny in sight. 

The doorbell rang and his heart nearly leaped out of his throat. Two servants went to answer it, welcoming her inside and he did his best to look as presentable as possible. “Y-Your Highness!” He cleared his throat again to regain composure, “My, it is truly an honor to welcome you to my humble abode. Is there anything I can offer you while you are here? Some food and something to drink perhaps?” 

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@dracontii

Every once in a while, Elias took a break from the paperwork and various meetings that came from being both Duke of Hartion and one of the more prominent patron of the arts. While he enjoyed what he did, even someone like him needed a break every once in a while. There was something to be had in his little day breaks whether it was interesting gems of gossip or finding new artists to welcome into his patronage. On rare occasions, he also had the opportunity to run into some reputable people. 

“Why as I live and breathe! Is that Sir Cellis Riis Grá?” He approached the other graciously, giving a bow upon reaching him. “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of formally meeting. I’m Elias Von Albers. What brings you to Hartion?”