* // 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚇.

gray witch boops her plaything's nose // @witchail

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙿𝚃 𝚄𝙿 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂.    which kiss was the kiss that settled within the synapses, which entanglement created the knots you didn't want to brush out ?  when did you melt against him softer ?  your limbs wrapped a certain way around his body suggesting indigence, no more cold to the touch, or close to unwrap at the hint of morning light.  when did you want to risk the sight of a disheveled thing opening his eyelids and be proud of the mess ?   last morning he awoke and you loved him like you have unfailingly known him as your favorite blanket.  this morning he awoke and you kissed him like it was still the night before.  tonight, he then questioned if the following morning you would still lay on him and play with your food.  after all, you were feather-weight, a small frame pressed onto his heaving chest, exploiting him as a mattress.  load all your delights and whims upon him, that much your bewitched prince suggested as he opened the door to his chambers, made space in his bed, and let you inside his empty abyss of a belly.  hungry and waiting like a neglected child befriending another hungry and loveless child.  they played with each other’s hearts carelessly as though they’d found some fragile eggs in a bird’s nest.  they were innocent until they were not.  regret was a late-bloomer always growing aware when something broke.  but strangely, and evidently broken they already were, so when would the regret creep up with the years ?  it was still not here ;  only the simple things settled within the synapses, only cravings and the stuffing of an empty space, the click of fitting puzzle pieces.

he lost track but the tip of his nose became often a victim for a cat’s paw, and in such, he’d let his finger hook into this dangerously alluring weapon certainly made to distract the greatest lords, kings, and emperors history had ever borne witness to.  with rasp saturation, his vocal cords left a wordless noise, wondering :  “ hmmm ? ”  your hand was his now, early spoils of the struggle that could potentially unfold.  he’d drawn it closer and made knuckles a target for his next-best move, a strategy of interrogation.  the sweetest kind.  the honey-trap of a peck.  the dull line of his smiling mouth, healing its puffed, bitten pinks.  “ are you still needy or are you bored ? “  the chuckle, oh, the chuckle.  too warm to be indifferent, too closely edging on comfort and the ease around recognizable patterns.  it’s an  ‘oh you’  laugh, an  ‘what am i to do with you ?’  unsaid endearment let loose to capture back what had captured him.  he declared hence, it was his turn, so he turned, himself and you, with an arm curling around your soft-skinned waist, his hips pinning a butterfly.  your hand claimed in a rush of a moment, a blink-of-an-eye haste.  regret still did not arrive to the scene or bubble up like sea foam around the eyes.  there was only a kiss, eating.  only eyes, closing.  teeth exposed with a giggle.  exposed like bodies.  bodies fitting like puzzle pieces.  fingers fitting like puzzle pieces.

born on the 12th and 13th of january respectively, however, that's a very generous distinction because their births were just few hours apart. every year, he will wait a day to celebrate their birthdays together, no matter how big or humble the celebration is. and he will take every opportunity to tease her about 'always being late' and him being the older one. the year post-r2, he still sends her a gift, despite both not celebrating together for the first time in what feels like their entire life.

they are practically twin souls to me, platonically and familiarly. they used to always stick together. when they were children, in school as teenagers, in college or uni as young adults. they were protective of each other, still were by the time the original anime took place. it became a mutual thing. first schneizel was the protective one, reliable, and she could always come to him when something happened, whether it be joyous or upsetting. but to cornelia, this was also about pride and love, so she'd toughen up and become a warrioress who'd protect him in turn.

mobile game stated that she picked his glasses once ? so he'd probably ask her regularly for her opinions in fashion and what suits to him. she can't ask him anything constructive because he always has his way to find something positive about what she decides to wear lol.

growing up it was admittedly difficult for him, that cornelia admired marianne so much, despite the latter hating him, treating him like he was a broken thing, devoid of his own desires which were at the time very family oriented. despite his hard work, especially in stepping up as a role model for his siblings, he was 'too good' for her, she ridiculed him and his sacrifices. thus their connection hurt him, but he never said anything, he'd just smile like he always does.

verse where schneizel possesses a geass which suppresses his victim's 'will to fight', meaning it enforces 'peaceful behavior'. he'd use it to avoid moral confrontation, albeit rarely so.

xvi verse pending, 'britannnia' is a realm operating in the shadows of the north of a fallen kingdom tied to valisthea's ancient civilization, and they utilize the crystals to exploit magiteck much like knightmares are fueled by the sakura stones. schneizel is its second heir.

drakenier verse pending but what if britannia is modern midgard ?

NAME — schneizel el britannia.

PROFESSION — prime minister and spokesperson of the holy empire of britannia, and second in line for its crown.

WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND — anywhere and nowhere, he is frequently traveling across appointments in various stations of the world to attend political and cultural exchange, so the most time he spends is in his battleship, the avalon, but otherwise he is home in the empire's primary palace, in the headquarters of their respective colonies, or in a manor in vienna, where his mother sometimes is found with him, too.

FAVORITE FOOD TYPE — he will try and potentially like any sort of dish but his comfort food is austrian cuisine with examples such as kaiserschmarrn ( shredded fluffy and sweetened pancake pieces sprinkled with sugar powder and served with apple sauce but he also likes it with cherries ), apple strudel ( pastry with apple and cinnamon filling, can be served with vanilla sauce or a spoon of ice cream ), hungarian-austrian gulasch, or any type of meat that can be served with savory potato dumplings ( knödel ) of course, all prepared in mostly luxurious ways but sometimes he likes it the commoner way, as well.

FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK — red wine or fruity liquors.

WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE — he is pretty adaptable, he likes fancy dates such as visiting theater and opera, or balls, some highly sought out restaurants. but he can also dress up casually and go to the amusement park or street festivals, it really depends on the whims of his partner. when his partner is high maintenance ( cough c.c. cough ) and wants something exciting he books out some large automotive proving grounds for vehicle testing along with the fastest car available and nyommmmms with them around.

IDEAL GIFT — power and information, just kidding. he can get anything material he wants for himself already, he is unfathomably rich and possesses influence and political power beyond belief ( so he is more likely the one to spoil someone rotten ), which means quality time is the better thing to give him. he might pretend to not have many desires but he's still human, and sometimes a human wants to vibe with the person they like, even if that entails cuddling in the evening.

HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY KISS — on the first is possible, deep romantic connection is no requirement as long as the physical and sensual chemistry is on point, any sentimental attachment might develop during an entanglement ( rarely so ). however, he's picky who he is physical with, even if its an arrangement with a noble, might not touch shy or young things he'd have too much power over.

obviously i don't have to make up these things since they have been mentioned but we're going with the original overall data of schneizel's birthdate which is the 12th of january 1990, he's a capricorn, and he is 6'7'' tall, hah.

the disdain for his father is deeply rooted in both charles' absence, indifference politically and familiarly, and his treatment of the women he's had offsprings with. charles can't even remember their names. naturally this would lead schneizel to be more biased while in contact with his mother and he, let's say, developed good old fashioned daddy issues. at the end of the day, he's grown up with an 'i'll do it myself' attitude which also was a perfect quality to eventually make him prime minister, but this attitude would also play a role in his younger siblings' lives, some of whom, i am certain, had even less contact with charles than schneizel had as the second heir. he'd gladly make time and be a well-motivated and accomplished role model for the ones who needed it the most, hence academic success and engaging behavior was of high importance to him.

my little headcanon for his mother is that she is originally austrian and from vienna's nobility, but moved to britannia for the sake of her son, hoping he'd be closer to charles. this makes him familiar with britannian and austrian culture and customs, naturally well-versed in english and german language, and when he feels like it he slips to an austrian dialect when talking to his mother. she is a very lively and humorous lady with a love for flowers and he adores her a lot.

Regardless of whether her brother is busy or not, Euphemia has deigned this point in time to be just perfect to drop a crown woven of azaleas on his head, an innocent smile curling her lips. // @stctera

𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻 𝙿𝚄𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽.    trumpets silenced, the heart pooled a handful of peace when a paradisaical stasis, a whimsy disruption like a butterfly effect, pinned him with a bundle of pinks and purples.  on the rainiest days breached light through any nimbus cloud while his sister’s smile made its impressionable entrance, steadily a good omen in all her splendor, the vibrancy of flourishing gardens embossed into every fiber and strand.  he was reminded, once more, of warmer days, hardly significant how volatile they were ;  they stitched his lips like a tailored doll, tweaked just right to visualize something lovable, evidently not right enough to make him a better man.  mimicry it perhaps had been, yet as real a love as he could muster. a vague still life motif, lifeless decor displayed in front of a dark backdrop.