Wizardly pride...

~ ✴ ~ It takes him only a split second to realize he had made a grave mistake, of course ha had been caught up in his own mind, in his own web of lies and mystery about his origins, that he completely forgot... How could he have been that stupid? Again? Those slip-ups were too frequent, maybe he should cast a remembrance spell. Or invent a spell that cures stupidity.  But what could he do now, he’s left wordless, confused and scared. And more importantly, guilty. Maybe he should come clean. If it wasn’t too late. “Estelle, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m just...“ There’s a pause, this admittance comes at a great cost for the vain wizard, “I’m not proud of where I come from, nor do I want it to determine the man I am.“ A big fat idiot is the man I am. “I am... embarrassed of my birthplace, it holds nothing of the grandeur and the excitement that I crave and that this place provides. I am truly sorry for my words.“ No fancy gift would make this better.

~ ✴ ~ He’s hoping to pacify her with tea and sweet treats, so he starts clinking dishes, putting aside unneeded ones and dirty ones too. Why did they always pile up so fast? “It was a family matter, and you know how families are. Most of the time boring and otherwise annoying. But they require your attention immediately or there are repercussions.“ A dramatic sigh escapes his lips before he continues, though in a lower voice: “You can not choose your family.“

~ ✴ ~ “Estelle, my dear, I missed you too, but there was an emergency.“ Family business and how dull were those, in any universe, but where he came from, they were the blandest of all, no magic, no adventure, just cousins getting engaged and married, a mandatory presence on his part. That way, no one asked him what he did the rest of his days. He could hardly tell them he’s a wizard for the king, now, could he. “You would have just been bored.“

~ ✴ ~ “It would appear things do not wish to go as I have planned them.“ For someone who doesn’t know him, he would appear calm and unaffected by current events. That assumption would be wrong. He was freaking out. He’s frantically going through the steps he had taken, the words he had spoken, and he can not find the fatal flaw that caused the current scenario. In that case... “The spell was corrupted, the book tampered. I suggest we get out of here before we are discovered.“ And without waiting for an answer from the girl, he starts whispering, concentrating more and more with each syllable to hopefully teleport them to the nearest village where they could blend in with the crowd and escape.

ooc~ ok...wait up, i know i’ve been away a lot but where’s all my activity....i have nothing, no old notifs, literally blank.....WHAT IS THIS??? Guess this calls for a new slate with threads, since i can’t actually check on anything....

ooc~ hello. Look who’s trying to be alive...ish. I keep disappearing, don’t I? I have Dick Grayson and Jason Todd as mains these days tho, because I have succumbed into Batman hell, someone fish me out? But also will try get some stuff done here too because I miss Howl and my old friends in here. Also, thank @isaaccecilbryant​ for opening my eyes on a new way to have more blogs open simultaneously.

~ ✴ ~ “I guess it serves me right to hope for them to leave me alone. Why did I even bother to hope?“ If one had to guess, he was feeling down. But it was not like he was keeping his mood a secret. The more he thought of being summoned, of having to interact with all those blood-sucking nobles at court only to play puppy dog to the king... he’d rather stay home. And maybe turn into a goop as an excuse. “I wish I could just tell them I am ill, blame an experiment gone wrong.“ But those excuses won’t work anymore. And Sophie was here, so, no excuse will probably work. “I’ll go, I’m just trying to prolong the inevitable. You coming along might just prove to be the distraction I need.“

~ ✴ ~ She was a stubborn one, that at least he could be sure of. And of the fact that supporting her weight on the injured leg was anything but a breeze. Walking anywhere would be impossible in this state. Or at least really painful. He would not let that happen. “You are clearly fine, but the table will clearly have to accompany you.“ It’s an attempt at a joke, trying to tell her that he can see the truth quite clearly. “Maybe we can reach a compromise?“

~ ✴ ~ “So, I can keep doing it?“ He was quite relaxed in her presence, letting down a few layers of walls and not paying that much attention to being the perfect image of what one should expect from a gentleman. “Nothing worrisome, really. I’m just trying to figure out what to do about the king’s request. You know I hate having to go to the palace.“

~ ✴ ~ A straight shot, right through the heart. Hearing that from her was more painful than he would have expected, considering he’s only teased her because he was jealous. Deep inside he was wishing she’d look at him that way. It takes only a fraction of a second for his initial frown to turn into a mischievous smile. She was not getting of the hook that easy. And he was feeling the need to be defensive. “I do not! It is clear to both them and me from the very start that it will not work. It’s mutual fun, that’s all.” His mind though continues what he cannot say out loud: They’re not you, so it can’t be something serious, not until I figure out why my heart reacts this way to you and only you. As a wish to change the subject from his own escapades, he returns the discussion to her: “So, you don’t want anyone to find out, do you? I expect especially him. Well, maybe I should go tell him.” He ends in a tease. She should know he will not go through with it, it is just to get her attention.

ooc~ how dare I not think of Howl in my moments of wanting to write fluff? I am an idiot, ok?

tagged by: the lovely @the-king-of-the-wind​ (ILY) tagging: @savedbyhaku​ & whoever sees this and hasn’t done it yet (but tag me so i can see)

~ ✴ ~ As if awoken from a daze, he slowly turns to face her, soft smile on his lips, confusion in his eyes. “What ever do you mean?” Does he have a tell, a habit, to point out him mulling over something? Or was she simply just very observant. 

~ ✴ ~ “My dear, you are not going anywhere.“ Letting her go off on her own, hurt, was such a rude thing to do, it would not be something a gentleman would do and  he would ever allow it. “You should rest, give your body time to heal. Allow me to do this errand for you, I insist.“

~ ✴ ~ It wasn’t his first time attending such a tedious gathering, yet it was never his favorite way to pass time. He actually found it quite tiring and bothersome, having to try and act nice, always wear a smile on your face and act nice, while everyone, the moment they turn around, talk rumors and judge you. He, for one, was always the target of such whispered talks, being a known eccentric and all. It didn’t exactly bother him, let the world think what it may, it was just unpleasant to see everyone act like something they were not, only to impress a man of a certain rank. Thus, having Richard by his side was a welcome relief. “I can see how that task can be quite daunting. I wish you all the luck in your challenge, friend.“ As much as he would like to, that was not something he could help with. Potions had no effect on stubborn business partners, unfortunately. “I have been personally invited by the count. I fear he would like to employ my services. But I wonder where our esteemed host is. This is far more than being fashionably late, I’m afraid.“