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lucien laviscount. cis male. he/him/they. ― is that felix burton i saw during this years first ball of the season? the 30 year old is avoiding finding a suiter but is enticed by the social season. they are known to be quick thinking, but also selfish, but focus on the positives when finding their chosen one

Name - Felix Burton

Age - 30

Birth town - London

Backstory - He is the sole son of his mother and father, and only heir and continuer of the Burton line. He is keeping a secret, that his father is terminally unwell, and he is likely to continue this line as man of the house. He dreads the thought and the responsibility that comes with it. His family are encouraging him to wed fast, for that reason.

Connections - tba. ideas include - best friend, previous hook up, first love, someone who understands his dark side.

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prvncxssana·:

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as felix spoke, the princess couldn’t help but laugh lightly. she shrugged her shoulders, nose wrinkling ever so slightly. “perhaps they were a little. but.. i did not mind so much. in fact, i do recall that i rather enjoyed how soppy they were.” as he continued to speak, anabelle tipped her head to the side ever so slightly, studying her friend with a slight smile. though, as he mentioned that he did not realise she would have kept them, she felt nervous beneath his gaze. a deep pink blush crept onto her cheeks, lashes fluttering for a moment until she flicked her gaze away from him. “yes.. i couldn’t bring myself to destroy them. it’s dangerous to keep them, i know.. but.. i enjoy re-reading them from time to time..” ana admitted, her nose wrinkling again in slight embarrassment. felix spoke again, questioning whether she had been enjoying herself. “it is a wonderful set up, but i have not really been able to experience it in all its glory just yet. it has been some time since i have been able to evade my guards and finding enjoyment while having my every move monitored is rather difficult, i must say.” anabelle admitted with a slight sigh, a shrug of her shoulders then following. “what about yourself? have you been enjoying the festivities?” the princess asked with a sweet smile.

    he  recalls  their  letters ,  the  time  spent  wishing  she  was  closer ,  and  that  distance  did  not  separate  them.  felix  has  never  been  honest  about  his  feelings ,  in  fact ,  he  is  avoidant  of  what  his  heart  truly  holds.  he  knew  that  on  many  occasions  he  gets  his  heartbroken ,  and  he  does  not  wish  to  destroy  the  friendship  he  holds  with  her.  besides ,  he  knows  his  status  will  never  reflect  that  of  a  princess.  despite  his  closeness  with  the  family ,  they  would  not  welcome  him  open  arms  if  they  knew  his  true  feelings.   he  knows  to  keep  his  guard  up  ,  and  allow  ana  to  find  someone  who  is  of  the  same  status ,  despite  such  a  thought  causing  him  inner  torment.  “  as  long  as  you  have  a  good  hiding  place ,  i  dare  not  think  of  your  father’s  thoughts  if  he  found  them.  “  he  awkwardly  rubbed  the  back  of  his  head  with  a  soft  laugh  in  return.  “ i  can  imagine  the  lack  of  privacy  becomes  frustrating -- but   such  events ,  i  suppose  everyone  has  their watchful  eye  on  you  to  see  who  you  will be  courting. “  he  chuckled ,  sighing  deeply.  “  it  has  been  uneventful -- i  spent some  time  with  a  friend  ,  but  that  is  it  really. “

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misscphelia·:

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ophelia couldn’t help but grin and nod at his words, “you truly were treated like royalty indeed, but that is sweet,” pausing she gave a small happy sigh, “to share something as such with a friend is a great time indeed.” at his next question she couldn’t help but chuckle softly and nod. “they were a new acquaintance, she was quite lovely and we got on very well. could be a new friendship in the making or we will possible go separate ways and that is fine as well.”

      He stifles a laugh, nodding as he did. “We all need to be treated as royalty every once in a while, at least we come back down to earth afterwards. They live a very lavish life.” He chuckled softly as he replied, knowing deep down that it was far from sunshine for those who were royalty, it often held barriers. “Sounds lovely, I am glad to hear you had a good time.”

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“every event has to have at least one clown of entertainment and i and thankful that it is them,” tristan chuckled with a shake of his head. “that’s exciting and these picnics, were they promising or did they hold anything for you?” he questioned with interest. “i myself have simply enjoyed the day while talking to a few friends here and there, nothing as exciting as you young folk.”

      His presence was enlightening, and he enjoyed his perspective. “I suppose so.” He chuckled softly, sighing softly. “It was promising, I spent time with someone I am very fond of.” He admitted, a sheepish grin on his face as he spoke. “Being young has nothing to do with it -- after all, I am sure you have had such excitement also.”

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all it took was his nod for her to find herself sitting at his side. his presence was always one that was welcomed. “and you are still full of compliments as always,” she chided softly but blushed none-the-less. “but i’m glad you haven’t been hiding away all day for that would be very sad indeed,” there was nothing but jest in her voice even if some of it was true. “oh you did? and who did you join on this picnic, someone not too dreadful i hope?” her voice was soft while her eyes were kind, “true you did not win but we are still spending some time together now, as for my basket it was a kind soul but no one of great importance but great company either way,” she stated softly. it was nothing that she would hold dearly but she enjoyed it still.

Her company was enlightening, she was a breath of fresh air which was welcomed in a rather bleak time. Her question spurred him to pause for a moment before smiling. “I indulged in a picnic with a close friend of mine, Princess Annabelle Browne of Wales, you could say I felt like royalty indeed.” He chuckled, tilting his head towards her. He was lucky to spend the time with those who meant a lot to him. “I see -- was it a new acquaintance of a friend who won your basket?” He did not intend to pry but was curious.

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“you’re not wrong there, though all we can do is sit and watch and wait for them to make a fool of themselves,” tristan commented lightly. he couldn’t speak much of it for he had been in that same position when he was younger, drinking more than he should and in a moment but all he could do now was let younger ones than him make their own mistakes. “apart from our small show how are you enjoying your day?”

Such a prospect was inviting to him, to watch the other make a fool of ones self, well, it was certainly amusing. “Well, someone always makes a spectacle of themselves at these sorts of events.” He reminded, a smile on his lips. His question resorted in a smile, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “Not too bad, I indulged in a picnic or two -- what about yourself?”

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        amusement crosses her features,  bringing her own teacup to her lips.   “perhaps. i do prefer to keep my wits about me, though.”   and so,  in turn,  the princess is hardly a big drinker.

He kept his attention on the scene before returning his gaze to her. “You can still have your wits about you after a drink, as long as you do not overindulge -- it takes the edge off.”

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prvncxssana​:

anabelle heard slight movement beside her and captured her bottom lip between her teeth, quickly turning to see the man approaching her. lashes fluttered, a deep pink blush tinting her cheeks as she took in the sight of him. it seemed no matter how much time passed that he would always have the same effect on her. with chocolate hues trained on him, the blonde watched as he took a seat next to her on the blanket, immediately scooting closer. the mere sound of his voice had her heart racing, just wanting to tell him how much she had missed him, and how good it was to see him again. she smiled in response to his question, noting the way his expression changed to form one of amusement. the princess nodded her head. “yes. i wanted to bring something that made this a little more.. personal. and, what better than your own hand-written words?” the blonde peered back toward him, her chest fluttering as she met his gaze. “i must say.. it- it truly is wonderful to see you again.” ana admitted, tucking a few locks of blonde hair behind her ear as yet another nervous smile crossed her face.

He had every intention to impress her, in fact, he always put on a show in her company. He feared that one day, she would see through it all, and realise he was not in fact, good enough for her. Everything that was happening at home, with his father, it troubled his mind greatly. He knew it would not be long before his father could no longer uphold such a quiet status, having become ill for the last month with no sigh of improvement. He knew he would need to step up soon and take upon the title and his fathers legacy. He however, found peace in her company, no longer disturbed by the fears of the future. She made him calm, which was a welcomed feeling in moments such as this.  “If I recall correctly, those hand written notes were rather, soppy in nature, and reading back would possibly make me cringe.”  He chuckled, sighing deeply as he did. “But a sweet sentiment nonetheless -- I did not realise you kept them.” He smiled, adoration in his eyes. This made him feel worth something, in a moment where he did not feel much. “I missed you also -- have you been enjoying the fete?”

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misscphelia​:

closed starter for @wrongedanddamned

“so this is where you’ve been hiding all day,” she mused as she made her way closer to him, the small grin on her lips as she made her way to his side. “have you at least been enjoying yourself or have you been simply hiding out and avoiding everyone?”

      Taking a final sip of his drink, Felix smirked in her direction, signalling for her to join in the seat beside him. “Not all day, just some of it.” He mused in amusement, head tilting to look at her. “You look as beautiful as ever.” He commented, hand moving to envelope hers, placing a kiss on the top of her hand. “I have indulged in a picnic, but other than that, nothing more.” He tilted his head and shrugged. “Sadly, I did not win your basket.... who was the lucky someone who won?” He spoke with crossed brows, perhaps a little more frustrated at his lack of obtaining her picnic.

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tristan let out a deep laugh and nodded in agreement, “it would seem that they did have the right idea and as long as they don’t get too carried away i can not fault them for it.” and he couldn’t for he would only care if they started causing issues due to their drink.

He nodded in agreement, a smirk remaining on his lips. “The sun will not aid their mind either, the heat will certainly cause the alcohol to be more potent.” He shrugged, sighing deeply.

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An amused expression envelopes his lips, a soft chuckle shortly after. "Did you notice the hip flask that person over there had? They certainly had the right idea."

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prvncxssana​:

event starter // ft. @wrongedanddamned

how could she possibly have expected it to be anyone else? hearing felix be announced as the winner of her basket, ana made sure to quickly sneak a few of their letters into the hand twined wicker. with the royal guard positioned off to the side of the palace grounds, this would perhaps be as private as things could get for her. the princess could barely hide her nerves. as wrong as it was, she was excited to finally spend some alone time with felix. it had been a year since the two had seen each other, but they had exchanged letters as often as they could, under her father’s watchful eye. anabelle knew that even being seen engaging in something that could resemble courting with the man would cause a scandal, hence why she had her guards on the look out, as a means of protecting her privacy. in her basket, anabelle had included a leather bound book of poetry that had belonged to her mother, it was perhaps one of her most prized possessions. there were tea cakes from the palace kitchens and a bottle of merlot, alongside two glasses. it was simple, but the princess knew that the alcohol alone would be enough to spur on conversation.

upon announcement, it would be deceitful to say he was not overjoyed by the result of the auction. upon hearing he had won anabelle’s basket, he felt the smirk creep to his lips, thankful for any time they could spend together. it were difficult to find the time, especially with her high status and responsibilities. he, however, had found a loophole today, and all for a good cause. he freshened up, wanting to make a good impression on the princess, before swiftly moving towards the basket designation. a smile crept to his lip upon her coming into view, the picture perfect view causing a sigh to leave his lips. he stopped in his tracks for a moment, before moving towards her, hands tucked into his pockets as he did. he stopped, moving to scoot beside her on the blanket. “what a spread, aren’t i the lucky one?” he smiled, a tease in his tone. he turned to look at her for a moment, before sneaking a look inside the basket. his gaze fell to the letters, fingers intertwining with the paper to gain a closer look. “my letters?” he queried, brow raised in amusement.

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misscphelia·:

meme : “I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.” for : @wrongedanddamned

while she hadn’t been expecting to hear the words she didn’t shy away from them the second they reached her ears. taking a step closer towards him she smiled softly as a hand raised to cup his cheek gently, “i too feel calmer when you are around,” she confessed lightly as she allowed her thumb to brush gently along his cheekbone.

he knew he needed to pull away, distance himself , but as her hand touched his cheek he found his eyes closing momentarily, enjoying the feeling for a moment. his eyes open again, a small smile in response, a hand moving to over hers gently but not move her hand. “i am glad -- in a world full of chaos, i suppose we need each other.”

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misscphelia​:

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“i-,” pausing she could feel herself frown for a moment, she had almost denied his offer of teaching her a step or two for she wasn’t sure how her mother would react if she were to find out yet ophelia couldn’t find it within herself to truly care. “i would like that very much, and i am sure you would be much more of an enjoyment then my current teacher,” she mused softly. licking her lips she could only shake her head. “you flatter me far too much sir, though i will let you remain in such faith.”

          he  feels  he  has  perhaps  overstepped ,  offering  to  teach  her  was  an  unwise  move ,  but  he  truly  wished  to  help ,  plus  the  added  bonus  of  time  with  her.  “ please ,  it  was  an  offer ,  perhaps  a  silly  one -- i  know  your  parents  would  perhaps  not  approve. “  he  smiled ,  shrugging  his  shoulders  lightly.  “i  only  speak  the  truth ,  it  is  something  you  do  not  see  in  yourself ,  so  i  will  continue  to  remind  you  until  one  day ,  you  do. “  he  wishes  she  could  see  the  good  that  he  does.

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misscphelia​:

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she didn’t even know where her limits truly were, she didn’t know what she was able to do, it wasn’t so long ago that she worked for a family she barely knew. a family that her grandfather had set her off with. “well i do have my moments,” she teased with a grin. taking in a deep breath she could feel her cheeks flushing from his words, “you are a very kind man with far too many compliments,” she chided softly but accepted the kiss to her hand. “its dreadful and i’m honestly debating on skipping the next ball if my mother will allow it, do you think i could fake an illness?”

    he appreciated her company, and perhaps he was doing his best to prolong if. he knew she probably had more pressing things to attend to, but he would do what he could to show her he was worth her time. “you know, i do happen to be a good dancer myself -- i could perhaps show you some steps.” he smiled, tilting his head at her to observe her reaction. he had been to a few balls, and danced with a few ladies himself, and he knew how nerve wracking it could be at first. “you are going to be fine, i am certain you will impress.”

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misscphelia·:

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there were still some rules she was a little iffy on when it came to society as a whole. she silently wondered if she had crossed a line she shouldn’t have, if she had of asked something she should have avoided. either way it had been asked. “well that is a shame, a handsome man such as yourself should be surrounded by ladies,” she teased with a shrug. letting out a groan she rolled her eyes and nodded slowly, “yes mother said it was necessary but my teacher is a bore and demands that i be perfect but it’s hard to be perfect when you have no desire to learn.”

He often underestimated her title, and the responsibilities that often came with it. His family had money, but were often considered slightly lower than her family. He thus, did not seem to hold the same strain, or perhaps this was because he was not a lady. “You do know how to flatter a man, don’t you?” He spoke humbly, a smirk on his lips. “And such a ‘handsome’ man, finds his way to you, a very beautiful woman.” He took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles, before letting it fall gently. “It sounds , interesting? Though I can imagine it is frustrating to learn. Though, at the next ball , you will surely be perfect?”

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misscphelia​:

meme : “ can i hold your hand? “ for : @wrongedanddamned

giving him a small smile she felt her head nodding, “i can see no problem with that,” her voice was soft as a small blush crept across her cheeks. holding her hand out she gripped his ever so lightly before moving closer to his side, “i trust that you’ve been well these past few days? that the days have graced you with nothing but ease and happy times?” her voice remained soft as she glanced up at him, she truly wanted nothing but the best for her dear friend.

He sensed her stress, and could not fathom what she was going through. Neither of them spoke entirely open about family life, and he did not wish to intrude with what she was going through. This did not reduce how much he cared, or the concern he had for her. He had heard things, in regards to her father and mother, and only hoped this was not causing her stress. He took her hand, gently squeezing it and holding it there for a moment. “My time has been good -- normal, as per usual.” He reassured, smiling at her. “I do hope the days have graced you the same.”

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misscphelia​:

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“normal? surely you’ve had some excitement? a lady trying to steal your attention or perhaps a friend trying to steal you away for some jolly fun?” she pressed on as she gave him a dazzling smile. despite whatever monsters had been swirling inside her mind she found them settling the more she spoke with him. “so far it has been alright, nothing too drastic or overwhelming,” pausing she shook her head, “unless you count my dance lessons they are simply dreadful.”

He exhaled, a laugh leaving his lips with a shake of his head. His day had been somewhat uneventful, and speaking of ladies to her, felt inappropriate. “Not exactly, despite what it may seem, I do not have the ladies flocking at my feet.” He teased, sighing deeply. At mention of her dance lessons, a brow rose. “You are learning to dance?”