Tired Apprentice

The Arcana MC F!Apprentice (she/her) Suri - Invisibly Disabled | Mobile Links: #aboutsuri #myrules

[arcanaheadcanons]

three guesses who my favorite courtier is

[ask-doctor-jules]

Painsomnia is hell. I've been awake fifty consecutive hours. -- tiredapprenticesuri

Without another word, no rhyme or reasoning to be made, Julian hooked his hand around her arms and one under her legs and swiftly picked her up, using all of his balance to steady them.“And we’re not aiming for fifty-one.”[ @tiredapprenticesuri I’m sorry this was so laTE. ]

[tiredapprenticesuri]

She leaned into his arms and closed her eyes. “I don’t need to aim, I think it’s just going to happen anyway…”

[ask-doctor-jules]

“Tea, warm blankets and snuggling after a warm shower it is then, hm? Sounds like a good plan to me.” He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, giving her loving glances as he stared into her sweet yet horribly tired eyes.  [ @tiredapprenticesuri ]

[tiredapprenticesuri]

“Yeah, that sounds amazing,” she agreed, nuzzling against him affectionately. “I wish I didn’t get like this…”

[ask-doctor-jules]

He ran his hands around her waist as he used one hand to clutch onto her, the other lifting her ankles, allowing him to lift and now carry her. “We both wish, but with some determination and extra sleep, we can beat it.” [ @tiredapprenticesuri ]

[tiredapprenticesuri]

She snuggled into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. Being carried was so intimate, and it showed just how strong the lithe man was, that he could scoop her up. "I've already taken my painkillers, but they're not helping. I wish there was something better." She was already taking the strongest one possible - poppy extract, highly potent, and highly addictive.

@ask-doctor-jules

[ask-a-timid-apprentice]

[From the Singularity Verse] Tell us about your love life, pretty boy!

Sometimes I can get carried away…

[tiredapprenticesuri]

I love you, too, Timothy. 💙💙💙

[ask-doctor-jules]

Painsomnia is hell. I've been awake fifty consecutive hours. -- tiredapprenticesuri

Without another word, no rhyme or reasoning to be made, Julian hooked his hand around her arms and one under her legs and swiftly picked her up, using all of his balance to steady them.“And we’re not aiming for fifty-one.”[ @tiredapprenticesuri I’m sorry this was so laTE. ]

[tiredapprenticesuri]

She leaned into his arms and closed her eyes. “I don’t need to aim, I think it’s just going to happen anyway…”

[ask-doctor-jules]

“Tea, warm blankets and snuggling after a warm shower it is then, hm? Sounds like a good plan to me.” He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, giving her loving glances as he stared into her sweet yet horribly tired eyes.  [ @tiredapprenticesuri ]

[tiredapprenticesuri]

"Yeah, that sounds amazing," she agreed, nuzzling against him affectionately. "I wish I didn't get like this..."

[talldarkandrowdy]

Some time during Julian's travelling after the Count's death, in a foreign port on a chilly autumn day, the smell of cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove is extremely thick in the air.

There’s a thick, black scarf held close to his face as the fugitive doctor wanders aimlessly. Mazelinka had sent him to retrieve some supplies and it had taken him much less time than he had priorly anticipated, so now he was just looking for ways to kill time before he met up with her at the time they had agreed upon.Incidentally, wandering about often looked less suspicious than just standing static in one location. And even with the scarf obscuring his face, along with his eyepatch he needs all of the cover and anonymity he can get. He keeps his eye down, avoiding glances and any unnecessary conversation. Content to just amble and float in the passage of time he allows his mind a comfortable level of obliviousness to his surroundings. Then it’s happening again.Something flashes through his mind, something urgent and immediate. A silent scream of protest because he’s forgotten something that he should never have forgotten. Someone.As familiar spices set fire to the synapses in his brain his fingers curl into trembling fists. All he can feel is pain. A stabbing, dull pain somewhere behind his eyes. There’s a name on his lips again, one he can almost speak. He struggles with it, as if he’s learning like a child to speak once more. A voice, soothing like warm tea and soft, hand-knitted blankets enveloping him and making him feel safe cuts through the insanity. It’s speaking his name. Julian.And like that his soul is responding.“S-…. Suri?”His eyes narrow into a squint and the pain is no longer within his head, instead clawing through his chest like knives through thin tissue. One of his gloved hands clench tightly into his overcoat, right over his heart as the pain has him feeling like he just might die.He needs to get out of the public eye and he knows it, so he ducks into a desolate alleyway only to slump against the wall. Trembling violently, his arms come up to wrap around himself. Like that, the name has left him and he’s… crying? He could count the times he has wept to his knowledge on a single hand and yet he’s definitely crying. Something cold aching away in his chest as he sobs for the loss of someone he couldn’t quite name anymore.And all he can smell are those familiar spices, hanging in the air and punishing him for all he had done wrong, for all he would do wrong.@tiredapprenticesuri

[talldarkandrowdy]

Some time after the Count's death but before Julian's return to Vesuvia, during his travels, Julian finds himself in a field of blooming poppies. The smell is cloying and sickly sweet, and oddly familiar somehow. But how?

He doesn’t have much time or care for things like flowers any more. There was a time where he embraced his whimsical side, allowing space within his head for sweet little concepts like flowers and promises that people intended on keeping but all of that had gone up in flames much like Vesuvia’s late Count. Now? Now the poppies he had been treading upon were just messes of sweetly scented pulp. How cruel it was to have another thing staining him so vividly red.Eyebrows furrowed, he crushes more of those flowers under similarly cruel boot heels but something is licking at the back of the doctor’s mind. Something in his soul is crawling back up to haunt him. Something someone tried to bury.His aggressive pace slows into a few slow steps before it stops completely. Slate grey eyes skim over the petals and imagery, too familiar and dear to belong to be attributed to anything else but his own memories. He sees brown hair, tired but beautiful blue eyes. An exhausted but kind soul that mirrored his own. Julian can practically feel the soft brush of knitted scarves against the skin of his neck and a name is so close to forming on his lips.But just as that little, shimmering string of recollection is dangled in front of him it is snatched away, replaced with a levelling pain in his head. It has the man doubling over, clutching his temples as it feels like someone has swiftly inserted a fork into his brain and is currently in the process of scrambling it. Teeth gnashing together, he winces through the agony and can only give one response.“W-What…. the hell?”@tiredapprenticesuri

[ehlers-danloscircus]

Current Status:

Just throw the whole body out!

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Soft Affection

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🎀 Play with your muse’s hair

✋ brush fingers/hold hands

👉 Gently poke or prod yours

💐 give a gift

🎎 sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours

🛌 take a nap with yours

🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other

🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item

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[ask-doctor-jules]

Painsomnia is hell. I've been awake fifty consecutive hours. -- tiredapprenticesuri

Without another word, no rhyme or reasoning to be made, Julian hooked his hand around her arms and one under her legs and swiftly picked her up, using all of his balance to steady them.“And we’re not aiming for fifty-one.”[ @tiredapprenticesuri I’m sorry this was so laTE. ]

[tiredapprenticesuri]

She leaned into his arms and closed her eyes. "I don't need to aim, I think it's just going to happen anyway..."

[tiredapprenticesuri]

"Suri! Darling!!" Julian comes stumbling into her view where she sits, lanky arms clutching multiple spools of yarn that seems to be of a reasonably high quality in what he knew to be her favorite colors. "Look at what I bought! That stand you buy yarn from was having a clearance sale so I, um... I w-was a little overzealous in my purchasing..." He places the yarn delicately in her lap with a proud little smile. "I do hope you like them!" -talldarkandrowdy

She grins brightly, but carefully moves them out of her lap and onto the table. "My, you have been overexcited," she teases. "Time to make a few new over skirts, and maybe a cowl, and a hat... Come here, chuisle," she says, standing up and holding one towards his hair. "No, that doesn't look good...." She grabs a different one and holds it up. "Here we go, this one for a hat for you, do you think?"

[talldarkandrowdy]

A while later, to go with his mug of golden milk, a handmade blanket is tucked around Julian's shoulders.

He recognizes the warmth of that blanket and the hands that so gently nestled it around him instantly. A smile, gentle and so blissfully soothed is given to the person who was treating him to such kindness. ”Mm, thank you, angel…” His hands come up to rest upon the smaller ones that had come to rest upon his shoulders. Pale fingertips, now free of their typical leather confines, brush over the back of her hands and he gazes upon them, as if committing the sight to his memory. Letting out a small, content sigh he presses a kiss to her knuckles. “Thank you…” @tiredapprenticesuri

[tiredapprenticesuri]

"You work too hard, darling," she murmurs, pressing her cheek against his. "Remember to take time for yourself, you can't pour from an empty pitcher."

[talldarkandrowdy]

Julian, why does the coffee table have scuff marks on it?

“A-Ah, that is because…”He clears his throat, pale cheeks flushing a subtle pink. “A certain someone likes to be able to look into my eyes when we argue… and I d-did try to lean down to make things easier on her physically… but my angel has a will of iron and refuses to be swayed over certain things…”@tiredapprenticesuri

[tiredapprenticesuri]

"Well, that and so I can steal kisses, that too."

[faust-and-furious]

“Hey did you hear? [Short MC] and Julian are getting married! What should we get them for a gift?”

“A ladder”

“Don’t be rude”

“No look it’s on their list. Five times”

[vinovalerius]

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[tiredapprenticesuri]

“Perhaps you should,” she said, with an emphatic nod. She was absolutely up for that, it sounded like fun. He just had a way about him, it made her feel more adventurous than usual. And she was having fun. “Just be gentle and don’t swat too hard,” she says, keeping her arms around his shoulders. “If I really mean stop, I’ll say...paperwork, that’s always a mood killer,” she laughs, then leans in to kiss the side of his neck. “But by all means, show me what you do with a misbehaving magician~.”

[tiredapprenticesuri]

vinovalerius‌:

He smirked eyes darkening as he carried out a plan of his own; “Praises won’t keep you from my wrath you sweet minx.” He teased, purposely pushed himself between her legs. “Your vacation was most ill timed- We still have a murder to solve, a countess to contend with, and a court of jesters. You must return at once. ” His kiss was place on her nose, eyes alight with a certain mischief, though his tone and words didn’t quite seem to match, bordering that haughtiness he used at the palace.

“I could be persuaded to stay for a spell,” He had his own jokes, “if you made it worth my time. I am a very busy man after all.” He lifted her hand, kissing her fingers one by one. “There are rumors- of golden milk and other delights. Perhaps they could placate this insatiable feeling I have when I think of you.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him with her thighs. “What if I told you that I timed my vacation...specifically to irritate you~?” she teased, and leaned up to kiss him. “You see... I enjoy driving you to distraction, it’s...very entertaining,” she murmured, a wicked smile on her lips.

“I’ll make you a drink, and dinner too, but later. Right now, I think you’d better teach me a lesson about wasting your time~,” she purred, leaning up to bite his earlobe. As she did, her hands trailed around until she found the end of his braid, and she pulled out the tie in it and fluffed it out to cascade around his shoulders.

[tiredapprenticesuri]

vinovalerius‌:

Two days couldn’t come and go fast enough. Or rather, he suspected only that he was tricking himself. Suri was a woman who didn’t require the attentions and he shouldn’t need her own as well. They hardly knew each other outside of their arrangement and well. The debacle that was Lucio’s murder investigation. A thing he dreaded having to speak with her in detail of. There were too many loose ends, unknowns that would only cause more problems.

Still, he wanted to see her. And act out a dozen little scenes in his head. Nearly all of them ended with them both cuddled together naked and enjoying the afterglow with out interruptions. And golden milk. He really had a curiosity to what it could be. By the time the day and hour came, Valerius almost had a challenge keeping his mask up as he went to her shop and nearly let himself smile when he saw her again. He could have sighed in relief once the door was shut but she kissed him. Then all pretense dropped. His hands grabbed her and hoisted her up and into him as he quickly moved, setting her down on the shop counter before kissing her more deeply. “So have I.”

She kissed him back adoringly, holding tightly to him even after she was set down. She leaned against him, letting her eyes slip closed. “Having a break has been wonderful,” she murmured. “But having you back is better. I’ve got a bag packed, I assume our ‘argument’ is going to end in you dragging me back to the palace to finish working, I could never hope to win an argument against our fair city’s most esteemed Consul,” she teased.

She nuzzled against him. “But that can wait. Today.... Today I want to spend some time with you, and do some things we couldn’t get away with at the palace,” she said. And somehow, despite the flirty tone of ‘spend some time with you’, it sounded like she had more than just sex on her mind.

“Surely we can spare a few hours... Especially if you and I are supposed to be having a long, drawn out argument...”

[tiredapprenticesuri]

vinovalerius‌:

Another low hum, his one hand went and began to play at loose strands of her hair, twirling it about in his fingers. “That is fair, you’re not exactly unplesant to have on top of me.” He huffed in amusement. “Though, I almost like you better like this. Soft and trusting.”

He was feeling- dangerous, yet he also found it so nice to, for once, allow it. Suri wasn’t a court member, but she also wasn’t just anyone. She was a magician, so he knew she had her ways of protecting herself and it was refreshing to be able to enjoy stolen moments. To hold someone and know they had no designs and only wanted what he could offer. And to think, they’d only become loves since the other day. The kiss was slow- he rubbed small circles into her with his one hand, the other teasing at her hair before cupping the back of her head, deepening it. “Alright them my darling.” He said, sighing, sounded contented. “The day after tomorrow- I will come calling. Mid-day. Suitably late and irritated.” He blinked, a tiny smile on his face. “You can try to calm me down and make amends to me personally.” He shifted, as if to signal his lingering libido. “By making me that golden milk I’ve heard so much about.” Only to just tease he.

Suri enjoyed her day and a half off, and left the store closed both days. She was relaxing at home, sea and sky knew she needed it. The second day, she was in the main room of the shop, knitting and enjoying her chance to relax, but waiting near to the door so she could open it right away.

As soon as she heard the knock, she opened the door, and she was even able to school her face into one of tired annoyance. “Well this is going to be an argument,” she sighed, and moved aside so he could come in. “Might as well come inside to have it, I really don’t want to be a public spectacle.”

But as soon as the door closed, her face brightened up into a smile and she reached out to slide her arms around him and lean up for a kiss. “I missed you.”