#*carmine

oh ho ho

eris – ass man ass man ass man. said it b4 i'll say it again—eris enjoys anal with females because it is inherently uncomfortable and exclusively pleasurable for him which makes him horny bc it shows their willingness to endure discomfort to please him. notably though if a female is willing to do that, he's willing to play a little dirty dj to make her feel good during. and if you were wondering . yes beron feels the same way. yes this is directly informed by beron

emile – also an ass man! also informed by beron! but he does not care at all to ease the discomfort when he indulges in anal sex. relishes in it guiltlessly in fact. somehow both thinks favorably upon a female who endures it from him and less of her at the same time. look how eager she is to please me but also females are beneath me

carmine – this one was confounding as all get out. i like . honestly don't think he cares very much either way? he cares that a female makes him feel wanted->seen->an approximation of loved. as long as she doesn't have any visible unsightliness he's down, and even then ... i mean this is Thee brother who'd absolutely fuck a human or a lesser fae no hesitation just for the adoration they'd look at him with ykwim. maybe maybe maybe i'll loosely say tit man just cuz i think we could get to a mommy kink with him

silas – just got the most divine strike from god that he's a tit man. yeah he'll linger on cleavage. even get a little bit distractable if it's a non-political situation. they're the first thing he goes for on a female. notably he of all the brothers is the one to have this preference be a make or break deal for him. if she ain't got yitties he ain't sprung. all the other brothers it's just like casual preference

marius – for purely horny threesome reasons i'm making marius an ass man pre-silas' death—but because silas likes a gal w tiddies so much, marius keeps an eye out for them foremost. silas goes straight for the tiddies while marius is palming her ass and grabbing her thighs and then kneeling to tongue between them while silas uhhhhhhh cancel twit

ronan – ass man specifically because he's looking for the development and definition of the glute and hamstring muscles and if it's there he's going boioioioioing ! baby want a muscle mommy so bad but autumn fae aesthetic standards keep him from achieving his dream :(

oh no, did Carmine just become one of the cool kids ?

*Cool kids by Echosmith playing in the background*

i think ronan laughs pretty openly and has like a really rich, genuine, infectious laugh. trading stories around a fire type laugh. folks always chuckle or smile along despite themselves. carmine laughs freely too but it’s warmer and more inviting and a little sensuous. folks lean in when they hear it just to be closer to it. a sound like fingers grazing the thigh. in writing marius post-silas, i’ve found he tends to laugh at really inopportune times over fucked up things he thinks. the type to suddenly chuckle to himself in the middle of someone saying something not even slightly funny. bless him my little cocoa puff

oh this is such a lovely thought-invoking question. let me map post-eris ascension out a little … i think amalia probably waits on helion to seek her out because—if after all this time he does not want her, if after all this time his affections have waned, if after all this time he has found another, for she has of course heard of his dalliances, if after all this time he turns her away, then what does that leave her? but of course it doesn’t take very long for him to seek her out. probably at eris’s ceremony. which is time enough for eris to spin it as a calculated move on both of their parts. to make him a shrewd heir to the throne rather than an abandoned son; to make her into a wily and cunning politician to have leveraged herself as lady of another court so readily, that way the betrayed hearts of the people won’t bring any lords to prompt eris to seek vengeance against her and helion.

there’s never any hope for her and emile, and she knows it. he is her biggest disappointment, biggest failure. he immediately ingratiates himself with the beron loyalists and begins an intense downward spiral; he died without his father’s acceptance, the one thing he wanted above all, and so he mythologizes beron—is the most potent threat to all of his family. emile, by necessity, has to die soon after beron dies. she and carmine have a cordial but distant relationship, the way you might have with a friend you once loved dearly but fell out with and things can now never be the same but neither of you can address the rift because that would be to acknowledge a problem at all. she would favor marius most of all the non-lucien sons she has left, if only because his grief is the most potent and least generally violent—but he makes it very clear that he would kill lucien in less than a heartbeat and she can’t countenance that. he’s also most loyal to eris, if only because of complacency, which strains them further. so left to her after emile dies are eris, carmine and kirsi, and marius and adonia.

i think carmine and kirsi would probably bring her the biggest sense of indignation; they have three children together and carmine, despite still being charming and silver-tongued, is unlike amalia has ever known him to be now that he’s married to kirsi. proof to her of how different her sons could have been if they ever even just got free of beron, which means proof to her of how she failed her sons in letting beron sire them at all. kirsi is very hypervigilant of her kids and doesn’t let any vanserra close knowing How They Are, so i could see a lot of strain between kirsi and amalia at social gatherings, especially because kirsi doesn’t have time for autumn pleasantries and that would offend amalia. they are kin of my kin; i have a right to know them, amalia might say if sufficiently offended. you know not even your own kin; you may claim no right to mine, kirsi might say back. and carmine who has never (and will never) acknowledge that his deep-rooted sense of unlovability comes from his mother feels a keen satisfaction at hearing kirsi do so, which strains everything even more.

i’d say marius and adonia are most gracious with her in the aftermath, once adonia heals enough from losing her mate to regain her sense of self and her sense of propriety. but i think amalia disdains adonia for all she sees of herself in adonia—adonia who was in love with a male who was not her husband yet stayed with her husband until his end at the expense of herself and those around her, then immediately found solace in the arms of her love once her husband died. the parallels are Very Much There. so if adonia eventually gives birth to any of marius’ children, i think amalia might try to overstep with them. maybe try to make amends for her own failings as a mother by criticizing adonia. gently, of course. they are both autumn ladies. but marius wouldn’t stand for it, not after so long of adonia doubting herself with emile. he’s a bit more of his old self now, which is to say he takes on the silas role in his relationship with adonia—happy to be bark and bite on both of their behalves because she is him as he is her. this fills in the loss of a mating bond well for adonia; she basks in it.

additional detail i forg to mention on my prev ask: u mentioned that kirsi and carmine end up having 3 kids ! does carmine have a little bit of a mental crisis upon having children since his father was Such A Good Dad

no i love that genuinely so much + like there’s so much opportunity to force eris into A Situation with her. none of the other courts will ally with him because they don’t trust him but this human princess is desperate and has something he needs and they just HAVE to work together and isn’t it so WEIRD that eris is fixated on a lowly little human ??? ok let me stop before i overstep with your oc lmaooo

carmine who serves as the emissary between autumn and winter; lucien who serves as the emissary of spring; and the high lord of winter at the time who Hates beron and invites them both to a banquet without telling the other they'll be in attendance. carmine who doesn't quite harbor any remorse for what happened to jesminda—what did lucien expect to happen? he knows their father as any of them do. a foolish mistake, a careless mistake, and the known consequences—and has always been the most distant brother but who can't stand the thought of a family member outright hating him; lucien who will never forgive any of his brothers for their roles in jesminda's death but who is so, so desperate not to feel anything anymore.

they see each other at the banquet, and lucien draws a dagger, which is what the high lord of winter wants: a public vanserra embarrassment to spread far and mock beron with. but court games are carmine's domain! lucien's, too, were he not so activated by this, the first glimpse of his family he's had since he lost his love. since he was the reason he lost his love. these thoughts drown him, and carmine takes that opportunity to sweep forth and greet little lucien with a thinly veiled but sweetly weaponized stop being a fucking idiot, surely you're aware you're doing exactly what is expected of us. lucien, indeed aware of the optics and eager to do well for tamlin as emissary so that tamlin will not forsake him, sheaths his dagger (but is not so foolish as to not expect to use it again tonight) and lets himself be sat down by carmine. right beside carmine. who at once begins to ply him with drink until he can playact better. cue the mistrusting glare from lucien, the sharp smile from carmine, who sips of the wine before pressing it back into the palm of his little brother—who is at least not so lost in himself as to be stupid. after a time, carmine—not remorseful! not guilty! but feeling some queer discomfort in his chest when he looks too long at lucien—sets a female in his lap, then a second at his side, as an attendant might feed their lord grapes.

here, a peace offering. eat of them and tell me you don't feel better during.

after all, who better to know how to fill the gaping hole where love ought to be with bodily pleasure and indulgence than carmine? and he's right! lucien doesn't feel much of anything but good with this much alcohol in his system, with his mouth and his hands so occupied, with his eyes closed and all thought restricted to how he is being touched. then, as always, the morning comes, and the reality of his grief and his guilt and his loneliness sets in. carmine knows that, too, in a way—how insubstantial a feast of the body can truly be and how it can pain the stomach to be so hollow so quickly. (he'll never be able to call a spade a spade the way lucien can.) where has your lord bid you next? he asks his brother, whose eyes have become nothing but haunt. lucien begrudges telling him, but he does, eventually. carmine has always had such a way with getting what he wants of people. i'll accompany you, carmine says. it will look good for us to be seen together—for the other courts to know there is not such hostility between us as to be exploited. it isn't an apology. it isn't anything, really.