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Count Joseph Desaulnier || Counts Joseph and Claude Desaulnier [Ask blog for the Count skin of Joseph the Photographer from Identity V.] [Run by mun Toko/ mun of @theunconcernedembalmer]

[the-count-desaulnier]

( @whispering-brushes )

Edgar breathes in, then out, before knocking on the door. His expression is flat, and yet, his posture is drawn upward, just like how he has learned to keep himself. There is a slight unsteadiness, though, partially due to his exhaustion and partially due to the fading embers of sickness. (He had been... encouraged to wait until he was feeling mostly better. It was all his patience could take to not get out sooner.) But, here he stands. And all he can do is wait for the door to be answered, and hope things do not go sideways.

"Black tea, if I recall correctly? I shall have that ready in a moment. Do help yourself to the lemon shortbread on the table; I do hope it is to your liking."

[the-count-desaulnier]

"That is him on the left. I was wondering how he would have looked like in his twenties, so yes, around the age of myself in the other photograph.

I thank you once again for accepting this commission of mine. Take your time with it, we have no shortage of that here."

[the-count-desaulnier]

( @whispering-brushes )

Edgar breathes in, then out, before knocking on the door. His expression is flat, and yet, his posture is drawn upward, just like how he has learned to keep himself. There is a slight unsteadiness, though, partially due to his exhaustion and partially due to the fading embers of sickness. (He had been... encouraged to wait until he was feeling mostly better. It was all his patience could take to not get out sooner.) But, here he stands. And all he can do is wait for the door to be answered, and hope things do not go sideways.

"Black tea, if I recall correctly? I shall have that ready in a moment. Do help yourself to the lemon shortbread on the table; I do hope it is to your liking."

[the-count-desaulnier]

"I am merely... entertaining a hypothetical situation: if my twin brother had lived till his twenties... what would he have looked like?

Now that I have said it, it does sound a tab absurd, does it not? Feel free to reject this comission, or name your price. Do not feel pressured into this at all; it is really not of much importance to myself."

[whispering-brushes]

"..." Visions flash in front of him. The strokes of lavender to form the brim of a hat, mixing just the right undertone, realizing in fear that the details are growing foggier in his mind and he has only reference of his own paintings that he cannot look at for long before it all floods back too fast. The white left behind because she was left behind. Who could she have been, if she had more than six years? Would she have looked similar to him? Would she take after her mother's features, or those of the man who should have been their father? Trying to find what distinctive features she had, and what he was trying to guess whenever he tried to imagine his sister growing up along with him, none of it made sense.

"...it wouldn't be my first time." He looks tired, but not in a cranky way. More in the way of a weight that has just kept growing heavier, kept stacking. "I have had to make too many portraits purely to serve someone's ego. If anything, this is a welcome change. If I know what your brother looked like, I should be able to make at least one idea of how he could have grown up." Edgar drums his fingers against the table, looking aside. "I'll work out the pricing shortly."

[the-count-desaulnier]

"Although we were twins, we did not look exactly the same. I also have a photograph of my younger self, if it helps.

Again, I would like to emphasize that this is not that important to me. Do not worry too much about perfecting it, I was just... curious."

[the-count-desaulnier]

( @whispering-brushes )

Edgar breathes in, then out, before knocking on the door. His expression is flat, and yet, his posture is drawn upward, just like how he has learned to keep himself. There is a slight unsteadiness, though, partially due to his exhaustion and partially due to the fading embers of sickness. (He had been... encouraged to wait until he was feeling mostly better. It was all his patience could take to not get out sooner.) But, here he stands. And all he can do is wait for the door to be answered, and hope things do not go sideways.

"Black tea, if I recall correctly? I shall have that ready in a moment. Do help yourself to the lemon shortbread on the table; I do hope it is to your liking."

[the-count-desaulnier]

"I am merely... entertaining a hypothetical situation: if my twin brother had lived till his twenties... what would he have looked like?

Now that I have said it, it does sound a tab absurd, does it not? Feel free to reject this comission, or name your price. Do not feel pressured into this at all; it is really not of much importance to myself."

[the-count-desaulnier]

Joseph,in the politest way possible,did you take all the braincells.

frankly,Claude never looks aware of his own existence.

"Don't look at me like that Jo, you know I'm joking!"

[the-count-desaulnier]

( @whispering-brushes )

Edgar breathes in, then out, before knocking on the door. His expression is flat, and yet, his posture is drawn upward, just like how he has learned to keep himself. There is a slight unsteadiness, though, partially due to his exhaustion and partially due to the fading embers of sickness. (He had been... encouraged to wait until he was feeling mostly better. It was all his patience could take to not get out sooner.) But, here he stands. And all he can do is wait for the door to be answered, and hope things do not go sideways.

"Black tea, if I recall correctly? I shall have that ready in a moment. Do help yourself to the lemon shortbread on the table; I do hope it is to your liking."

[whispering-brushes]

"You've remembered my tastes well." The painter nods, before entering, visibly keeping his posture upright and proper as he seats himself, examining the shortbread. He seems hesitant to actually take one, but eventually having one. As expected, it functions well on its own, but it might shine even better when paired with the tea available shortly. "Mm. Good balance of flavor, not too aggressively sweet or sour, everything holds together and the crunch is quite nice. Good work." He seemed to smile slightly, as though satisfied.

[the-count-desaulnier]

"It is reassuring that my memory is still somewhat working. Speaking of which, regarding the comission, I would like you to help me recreate a... memory... No, that would not be quite accurate, pardon me. How comfortabe are you with painting portraits of people?"

[the-count-desaulnier]

Joseph Giffany reference “together forever”, and Joseph just Monika reference. JUST JOSEPH.

((pov you got your photo taken by Joseph))

[the-count-desaulnier]

Hi Joseph, and Claude. What would you guys do if you encounter Giffany from Gravity Falls, Monika from DDLC, and Mita from MiSide?

[the-count-desaulnier]

( @whispering-brushes )

Edgar breathes in, then out, before knocking on the door. His expression is flat, and yet, his posture is drawn upward, just like how he has learned to keep himself. There is a slight unsteadiness, though, partially due to his exhaustion and partially due to the fading embers of sickness. (He had been... encouraged to wait until he was feeling mostly better. It was all his patience could take to not get out sooner.) But, here he stands. And all he can do is wait for the door to be answered, and hope things do not go sideways.

"Black tea, if I recall correctly? I shall have that ready in a moment. Do help yourself to the lemon shortbread on the table; I do hope it is to your liking."

[the-count-desaulnier]

A little bird told me that there is a kitty adept here. So I present you more kitties.

"Now I wonder how it feels like to have a pet cat..."

[the-count-desaulnier]

I desperately want to get back into black and white photography again, the dark room at my summer art school was so cozy. Do you feel similarly?

I do, and the feeling still lingers even while admiring the photographs. Perhaps even more so.

[the-count-desaulnier]

what would you get claude for his birthday?

I think I will get him... a comb.

[whispering-brushes]

"Bonjour, Sir Valden. I came to ask if you took comissions by any chance, however... well, pardon me for saying this, but you do not look very well." @the-count-desaulnier

Oh. He's been spotted. How... does he know if he would consider it inconvenient? There are certainly inconveniences, but the act of being noticed is neutral, it is everything else that makes it annoying. It is hard not to notice that the Count before him is of a similar standing to himself, a fact all too deeply uncomfortable to the painter. "...Consider yourself pardoned." Despite the words, Edgar's voice is flat, weary.

A commission. Well, he knew this was what he would have probably been expected to do if he had stayed. Portraits of people that express nothing, that say nothing, that are still and lifeless. "...I have not previously, but whether that changes entirely depends on what you're about to suggest. I have standards for my work, as I am sure you understand. If I do take it, I will find time. Maybe now, maybe later. But it will be done."

[the-count-desaulnier]

That is, if you are well enough for the trip. Perhaps we could even begin to discuss my comission. Any preferences for tea or snacks, Sir Valden?

[whispering-brushes]

Edgar bolts upright, before immediately placing his hands down as he recovers from the sudden movement and grimacing in instant regret. "Of- of course I am well enough. It's nothing major, I'll be fine in a few days anyway. I don't see why something like this should be enough to keep me from doing anything..."

At the question of his own preferences, Edgar pauses. He does not want to risk being too demanding or specific, when he does not know what is available. "Hm. I tend to prefer black teas, and as for snacks, I often enjoy a stroopwafel or lemon shortbread. Of course, a lot depends on the flavor combination, as I'm sure you understand."

[the-count-desaulnier]

Allow me some time to prepare something that would hopefully suit your tastes. I believe you might need some time to yourself as well.

Well then, I shall take my leave first. There is no need for you to rush over to my quarters, do take your time.

[whispering-brushes]

"...I hope I won't need that much. I'd hate to keep you waiting, after all." Edgar leans back slightly, sighing. "Though, of course, preparations take time, and rushing the bake only leads to disappointment." Disappointment, and raw food. (He does not want to talk about the time he tried to prepare the snacks himself and ended up with half the tray burnt and the other half somewhere in a liquid state. At least with a charcuterie board he doesn't need to actually do any of that, just know what works together.) "I suppose I will see you in a little while, then?"

[the-count-desaulnier]

I would like to remind you that we do not have a medical professional among the hunters in particular; both my comission and tea are secondary to your own well being. Having said that, I can only offer you my apologies if my preparations are incomplete by the time you arrive.

I shall await your arrival then.

[the-count-desaulnier]

if two guys are on the moon and one kills the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what

"...why is this even a questionto begin with?"

[the-count-desaulnier]

more cat pics for claude!!!

What a lovely little fellow! Many thanks for these wonderful pictures!

[the-count-desaulnier]

don’t know if you’re a cat or dog person, but have a photo of my cat. His name is Kori.

"Yes, I'm seeing it Claude."

"It's a cat!!!"

"Yes, you mentioned that at least twenty times already."

[whispering-brushes]

"Bonjour, Sir Valden. I came to ask if you took comissions by any chance, however... well, pardon me for saying this, but you do not look very well." @the-count-desaulnier

Oh. He's been spotted. How... does he know if he would consider it inconvenient? There are certainly inconveniences, but the act of being noticed is neutral, it is everything else that makes it annoying. It is hard not to notice that the Count before him is of a similar standing to himself, a fact all too deeply uncomfortable to the painter. "...Consider yourself pardoned." Despite the words, Edgar's voice is flat, weary.

A commission. Well, he knew this was what he would have probably been expected to do if he had stayed. Portraits of people that express nothing, that say nothing, that are still and lifeless. "...I have not previously, but whether that changes entirely depends on what you're about to suggest. I have standards for my work, as I am sure you understand. If I do take it, I will find time. Maybe now, maybe later. But it will be done."

[the-count-desaulnier]

That is, if you are well enough for the trip. Perhaps we could even begin to discuss my comission. Any preferences for tea or snacks, Sir Valden?

[whispering-brushes]

Edgar bolts upright, before immediately placing his hands down as he recovers from the sudden movement and grimacing in instant regret. "Of- of course I am well enough. It's nothing major, I'll be fine in a few days anyway. I don't see why something like this should be enough to keep me from doing anything..."

At the question of his own preferences, Edgar pauses. He does not want to risk being too demanding or specific, when he does not know what is available. "Hm. I tend to prefer black teas, and as for snacks, I often enjoy a stroopwafel or lemon shortbread. Of course, a lot depends on the flavor combination, as I'm sure you understand."

[the-count-desaulnier]

Allow me some time to prepare something that would hopefully suit your tastes. I believe you might need some time to yourself as well.

Well then, I shall take my leave first. There is no need for you to rush over to my quarters, do take your time.

[the-count-desaulnier]

happy valentines day! would the count accept a bouquet of flowers and sweets? <3

Although I would advise someone like yourself to not waste such efforts on myself, I shall humbly accept regardless. Your sentiment is greatly appreciated, even if it is unfortunately unreciprocated.