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fiyero is moving to @slashaer! i'll continue pretty much everything i have here, as long as you're following my multi.

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the wicked hyperfixation has died down unfortunately, but i'm gonna keep f.iyero here for awhile before i decide whether to move him to my multi or have this be a sporadic solo blog.
he would have to be incapacitated in order to miss the way mason seems to glare at him every so often. when they interact, mason sounds sarcastic, snarky, or a mix of both, which in turn causes fiyero amusement. he can't say why mason would be so stand offish to him, but he can say that he rather enjoyed their back and forth, the banter that often settled itself into their conversations when they were in a room together. in the privacy of their practice room, fiyero holds a script in his hand, though he lowers it to his side when mason murmurs a comment beneath his breath that fiyero can't quite make out. he might be able to guess what mason thinks, based on their previous interactions, but fiyero decides it may be more satisfying to hear it from mason's mouth. 'apologies, what was that?' fiyero questions, trying to stave off a grin that threatens the corners of his mouth. 'i couldn't quite hear you, mason, you should really project more. would you mind repeating that?' @greenelight.
like this for a starter in f.iyero's modern verse. he's a professional dancer and leading man on broadway, and he's ready to charm your socks off.
Jonathan Bailey flirting with men and stomping on (fake) books in Dancing Through Life (WICKED Part 1)

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playing dnd today. f.iyero would obviously be a bard, in case anyone was wondering.
there are many reasons f.iyero's been kicked out of ( or at times, pulled from ) the various schools he has attended. he has been expelled from most of them, but there were certain things that his mother and father decided were unbecoming of a prince, and thus decided to take him out of school to put him somewhere else. these reasons are explained below.
f.iyero had mostly been homeschooled. his parents decided for him that he needed to expand his knowledge, and so they forced him into university at a private, 'reform' school. this was obviously a mistake, because within the first month of being there, fiyero was able to get all of the stern and uniform student body to throw a massive party in the gardens, effectively ruining its landscape and causing several native plants to wither and die. he did feel bad about this, but he didn't have time to apologize before he was expelled.
he lasted just as long at the next university. after being enrolled, and facing off with a rather harsh and rude teacher, f.iyero helped another brighter student gain access to the teacher's grades and files, changing everyone's marks to straight a's in spite of the instructor. when caught, he took the fall so that the other student wouldn't get in trouble, and was first suspended, though when he stormed back on campus trying to protest with a megaphone in the courtyard, that's when he got kicked out.
he lasted a bit longer at his next school. having been scolded severely by his parents, basically told that he was a disappointment, he decided that he might be able to actually try and enjoy college life, for a change. he made it all of 6 months before overhearing one of the animal professor's being verbally degraded in the headmaster's office. he couldn't help but to intervene, barging in and trying to help. despite the professor being grateful, the king and queen of winkie country weren't too fond of his stance, nor the way he went about it, and so they pulled him from that school immediately ( this is why he's reluctant to help with the doctor dillamond / lion cub situation ).
his mother and father tell him that attending shiz would be his last chance to prove that he can behave, otherwise there would be more severe consequences than simply being expelled or pulled out of school. f.iyero doesn't necessarily take this threat seriously, which is why on his very first day, he influences his fellow students to sneak out past curfew and follow him to the ozdust. but the longer he remains at the school, the more he begins to like it there, caring for the students, and realizing that maybe an education isn't the worst thing in the world to have.
modern f.iyero came from a family with money and is a high grossing actor on the broadway stage. very well known name, heartthrob, charming as hell in interviews, with the voice of an angel. though he's very out of touch with reality and someone needs to get his head out of the clouds.
“Your father didn’t love you , so you assume no one else would either.”
— Caroline Forbes (via ashesofcaptivity)
these balls are aimed at politics, at discussing connections and alliances with those that might further the inquisition's goals. in order to take down corypheus, they need an army of drastic proportions — they need allies from every corner of the world, groups who are willing to send their soldiers, their resources, anything they can to help. that's what forces hypatia to be here. that's what makes her show up. she'll do anything at this point, she thinks, dressed in her favorite red saree as she wanders the room and greets dignitaries and dukes. the inquisitor holds herself as best as she can, pretending to feel high and important when she feels anything but, and studies the dancers out on the ballroom as they twirl and flourish in their unique ways. maybe soon, she will join them.
it doesn't take long for @dancedthrough to find her. hypatia beams at her friend before bowing her head politely in greeting. "lovely to see you. i should have expected you'd be here." fortunately for hypatia, none of her advisors are nearby — no one can waltz in and interrupt their chat. it's just them. "i'm... it's been a while since i danced," the inquisitor admits with laugh, "but if you insist, i'd love to." fiyero looks handsome in his attire, everything designed effortlessly and intricately woven. clearly the man comes from money, and perhaps that's beneficial to the inquisition; perhaps a dance might enact further bonds for their sake. she can't say no to this, nor does she even want to. "let's hope the next song is a bit slower than the last. i don't want to get dizzy." she offers her arm, seeking his, and gestures to the stairs down to the sunken ballroom in the middle of the grand hall. "shall we? how have you been?"
despite knowing that these types of events were geared toward politics and aligning kingdom with kingdom, fiyero rarely partakes in that side of things. his parents often left him out of the discussion, anyway, and truthfully, the prince would rather drink and flirt and dance than discuss the economy of the world. if he wasn't going to be taken seriously, he might as well have the fun that he wanted, and thought he deserved. 'i'm afraid i will to have to insist, yeah,' fiyero gives the woman a charming grin as he gladly intertwines their arms together. he ignores the copious eyes set upon them, two important and imposing figures walking, side by side, down the grand staircase. he was used to the attention — actually, fiyero soaked every ounce of it in, the stares and whispers fueling a shaky ego — and he was sure hypatia was no stranger to eyes on her, either, considering her position.
'don't worry, i won't let you fall over, should you grow unsteady during our dance,' it was hard for fiyero to hide the fondness he had for the inquisitor, the admiration for her and her work, the slight envy he felt, knowing she was seen as someone important. hypatia was a loyal and trustworthy person, and a good friend, from the time fiyero has known her. he felt lucky to be in her presence. and if she ever decided to ask for his help, he hopes she knew that there would be no hesitation on his part. 'can't complain, can i? to do so would be rather unbecoming of a prince, i should think,' or his parents should think. words are teasing in nature, the man giving hypatia a proper bow before laying a hand at her upper back, the other taking her palm in his own. 'i hope you've been well. i've heard you're gathering the troops,' he grows serious for a moment. or, rather, sincere, the prince giving the inquisitor an earnest stare. 'if there's anything the kingdom of tigelaar can do, you need only ask. i hope you know that,'

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 been forced to attend their announcements or meetings. it was too nosy, too much attention which would, or could, require the princess to engage in socialization she disliked most days. she preferred being with her children, doing her needlework, or being here ... in the keeps garden especially with such beautiful spring flowers being in bloom. in fact, seeing them made helaena take pause, her guards doing the same, to crouch down in order to pick a few colorful flowers from the ground. she'd taken to sitting then , humming under the shade as fingers weave long, green stems into a crown for her little girl. however, in doing so, she gets distracted by a crawling friend.
it's the when @dancedthrough finds her, palms cupping a spider in between her flesh. eyes are fixated on it, observing its marking to determine which kind of spider it is. if it was native to this part of westeros.
❛ it is, ❜ replies helaena in a soft tone, smiling to herself. slowly, though, she comes to stand beside the other with her hands moving the insect closer. safe in her palms, no risk of jumping onto him. ❛ to be more specific, my lord, it is a rather common dwelling spider. one found in homes or castles, like the keep, to control the insect population inside. ❜ it was clear she knew much, found joy in speaking of them. ❛ you can tell by its markings, see ? ❜ this spider features a tan stripe on its back. eyes turn to him, purple lighter in the sunlight: ❛ it is harmless, i assure you. these type do not tend to bite. ❜
never had he seen a princess so fond of a bug, but fiyero supposed there was a first time for everything. and everyone had their hobbies, didn't they? things they enjoyed and collected. the prince had never found much enjoyment in insects, but then again, he hadn't paid much mind to them, either. the world was filled with things, alive and crawling around, big and small in stature. there was a fondness for animals he never quite acknowledged, the feeling second nature to him, thanks to his trusty steed felsville, but winged creatures and things with several legs had rarely crossed fiyero's mind. seeing this woman so intrigued by them, fiyero's curiosity grows.
taking a closer glance at the spider, he spots the stripe she refers to, a small smile growing just at the corner of his lips. 'i see,' he replies in confirmation, kneeling down to be level with the princess. he knows his parents would disapprove of him being in the grass of a garden, dirtying the knees of his trousers, gazing at something as trivial as an insect, but fiyero didn't much care. it wasn't as if they paid much mind to him, these days. 'i'll take your word for it,' fiyero chuckles, eyes scanning the spider once more before they move up to look at her, instead. 'you know, i've never given much thought to a common household spider. your interest in it has piqued my own. thanks for that,' fiyero's grin grows a bit. 'what intrigues you so, about these small creatures?'
dynamics call. like this, and i'll come to you for plotting. romantic, platonic, familial, antagonistic, etc. all accepted.
JONATHAN BAILEY AS FIYERO TIGELAAR IN WICKED RAY BOLGER AS THE SCARESCROW IN THE WIZARD OF OZ
Life's more painless
For the brainless
Why think too hard?
When it's so soothing
Dancing through life
dynamics call. like this, and i'll come to you for plotting. romantic, platonic, familial, antagonistic, etc. all accepted.
there was much sadness to be had once the two betrothed princes were finally married , though that was to be expected considering how highly adored fiyero was to many , not just in winkie country , but viridis as well. it seems as though his time as a flirtatious rake in the public eye was finally at it's end & he is forever tied down to a prince who is not even really well liked by his people , nor by his family , who only wanted this marriage to preserve what's left of their shoddy image. since he was a boy , mason knew his options for romance would be non - existent due to his title , so when the match was arranged , he hardly batted an eye. it was his duty to fulfill & he did it without much complaint or even a tear. his only wish , & he finds it to be a rather reasonable one personally , is that he wished he was at least married to someone a little more . . . less shallow ? or at least less annoying , as fiyero's proud nature does tend to grate on him at times.
today seemed a good day as any to venture into the library & peruse through the books they had in the castle they were now forced to live & share. fingers briefly touch the spine of a book he is interested in reading , but he is unable to reach it , huffing in frustration when his attempts are futile. his patience is already growing so thin , but it all but disappears when his husband decides to make a snide comment. of course he'd find a way to get under his skin when given the chance. mason doesn't even look over his shoulder , still trying to reach the book on the shelf. ❝ you can't depend on servants to do everything for you. ❞ asking someone for help reaching a book on a tall shelf feels embarrassing enough , especially when he's not even that short. ❝ as for the ladder , i do not trust that thing , but i don't have to give you any explanations. ❞ finally , mason turns to look at the shallow prince , his frustration finally in full display as he adjusts his crooked spectacles. ❝ what are you even doing here , anyway ? i figured you'd try to avoid places like this since , well . . . i know learning isn't your strongest suit. ❞
despite an inkling that he would have to marry for political reasons, fiyero always took the opportunity to find his own match, most of which his parents hadn't approved it. it was only a matter of time before his romantic freewill was taken away from him, and he tries not to be resentful of mason for that. they were, after all, in the same predicament: they had married someone they didn't like. mason was too uptight for fiyero, unwilling to act even the smallest bit careless, even when the time called for it. every time fiyero made a joke, mason rolled his eyes. every time fiyero walked into a room, mason seemed to want to walk out of it, which was apparent now as the other man sends back a rather snarky response to him. in spite of the sarcasm, fiyero remains amused. if he let himself be frustrated, than he wouldn't be having as good of a time riling mason up.
'on the contrary, i believe that's exactly what we pay them for,' wink is given to mason as the prince makes his way toward the ladder himself, climbing up the rungs without fear. he's graceful in the way he pushes himself toward the shelf that mason was so desperately trying to reach, extending an arm to grab the book before rolling the rest of the way to mason. bending down from the ladder, he's inches from mason's face, knowing smirk set on pink lips as he offers up the novel. 'well, you may not know this about me, but i can sense when someone is struggling. gives me the opportunity to swoop in and save the day,' after releasing the book, fiyero climbs back to the floor, pushing the ladder back into its place further down the bookshelves. hands rest on his hips as eyes meet mason's again, the winkie prince smug. 'i'll accept my thank you any time,'

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one ought to have always known fiyero had been the FUN ONE , amongst all the boys now men growing up , and having grown up alongside the tigelaar family and on top of it all alongside all that knew of him , SHE WAS one of few that really could truly get along with him. so the confidence to call him out or tease him rather so easily was automatically an instant reaction , “ FIYERO! ” exclaimed while eyes searched for anyone that may have been close by that owned the wagon , as a means to potentially at least signal an apology but barely done so while she stumbled onto A FEW CRUSHED POMEGRANATES in an instant ! even when a worried expression made , she couldn’t help chuckle both from amusement and fear while running with him , “ —wait , wait slow down ! i think they can’t see us anymore ” hands place themselves over sides of waist and an attempt to catch quick breaths next to a tree .
the thrill was enough to keep fiyero moving, lungs pumping the prince full of air as he dragged his childhood friend along with him. in retrospect, they could have stopped and pick up the fruit, and perhaps fiyero may feel a twinge of guilt for not doing so later. for now, he was laughing, slowing to a stop and catching his breath alongside juliet, a grand smile resting on his features. 'i can nearly imagine our parents' faces, should we have gotten caught. honestly, it might have been worth it for that alone,' fiyero chuckles once more before turning to face juliet. 'don't worry, i'll send someone to pay for the ruined produce. the important part is that we had fun. we all need more enjoyment in our lives. you especially,'
she's not supposed to be this far beyond the atlantean border, but the call of adventure and the desire to see beyond her home draws her to lands and landscapes kida has never seen. so long as she returns home by sundown, the princess should be fine — her father is far too busy dealing with the problems of the day to notice his beloved daughter has vanished. besides, kida is more than competent, more than capable of handling herself beyond the kingdom of atlantis; she needs no escort, no group of guards, and no weapons beyond the spear in her hand. the adventure, she feels, is worth the risk of wandering off, and who knows what she might see?
for a short while, the princess tails a stranger. she stumbles upon @dancedthrough in the depths of a brand new woods (this place is filled with trees and plants kida's never seen before, but her awe is outweighed by her curiosity) and tracks him through the low-hanging trees on his way to... well. wherever he might be going. another city? a kingdom she's never seen? the best way to find new places would be to track a new person, see where they're headed, or so she thinks. at some point, the stranger flips around — he stares straight into her face, confused, and kida, in response, squeezes the handle of her spear just a little tighter. just in case. he doesn't appear to be armed, and his dialogue seems friendly, not hostile, so maybe she's in the clear. maybe he won't mind her tailing him.
"i wanted to see where you were going," the princess admits honestly, standing steady and watching his hands. does he have a sword? kida cannot tell from this angle. "i've never been this far out. who are you?"
these thickets of trees rarely found another individual within them, fiyero coming here on the rare occasion that he wanted to be alone, for that reason. he can't say he's ever crossed paths with a stranger here, considering this was technically still a part of the tigelaar kingdom. but where his father may puff his chest and sternly ask what she thought she was doing here, fiyero kept a friendly air about him, light and charming as always, though he can't help the small bit of concern that touches amused gaze at the sight of her spear. 'oh, well, if that's all,' fiyero says of her curiosity. he didn't usually carry his sword, finding no need to when he so easily talked his way out of most things. regardless of whether she was dangerous or not, fiyero stood his ground, features light, showing that he was a gentleman rather than a dangerous stranger, himself.
'me? i'm prince fiyero tigelaar. i suppose you don't know that you've wandered into our family's territory. not sure how, seeing as the entire thing is guarded morning and night, but consider me impressed, regardless,' smile is shown toward the woman. even before she had confirmed that she was far out from her home, it was clear that she belonged to a different city. curiosity of his own colors the prince's stare, which once again glances over her weapon. she holds it rather tightly in his hands, as if expecting fiyero to make the first move. 'do you intend on using that thing?' head is nodded toward the spear, grin growing a bit cheeky. 'at least tell me your name before you stab me. seems only polite,'