#accursd

"'Course y'can! Kins 'ave gotta love their fellow kins. Jus' don't complain if she gets slime all over ya."

NOSEY SINDAY MUSE INTERVIEW (anon or not, if you’re unapologetically thirsty)

There was an audible enough huff from inside the window.

@accursd | GOD REST YE MERRY GENLTEMAN

Though he takes the gift, Simon's attention is not on how the clothes were not cheaply made. He doesn't take the time to consider how they were fitted for him; that if he also took the time to clean himself up, he would look no different from any other Yharnam citizen. The minute details he typically hones in on are left by the wayside in favor of the man before him.

Cool blue eyes regarding him respectfully, but it's a reserved one. It made sense, as well as he knew Ludwig, the man didn't know Simon that well. And what he did know wouldn't warrant such a display, such respect. And yet-

Mistletoe!

"Is this not a somewhat indecorous tradition?"

The Prince chuckles; little shyness but certain humorous intent, staring up at the leaves and then at the Hunter. Indecorous? More like foolish. And yet, it should be an ideal opportunity to tease this stern individual without negative consequences.

"Alas! I shan't be one to ruin the holidays." Soft sigh, still light-hearted. Of course, he could never be so discourteous.

His eyes never leave Ludwig's, softened icy blue, matching the sweet smile upon his lips. Antonín cups his face with a gloved hand, the silken material concealing strong and calloused fingers; thumb rubbing his cheek lightly.

Does this man take pride on his face? Amusing idea, for the looks of most Yharnamites are those of rough stones and withered flowers in his disdainful eyes.

Sunday shenanigans || accepting.

the sender can't resist glancing down at the receiver's lips as they're talking.

Of all vices that can be used to poison the heart of a man, he wasn't expecting the stoic Holy Blade to be keen on this sort of torrid lust. Then again, base desires are, often, the most powerful ones.

Likely a taste for the forbidden, too? The eyes of a righteous man should be fixated on a good woman's lips --- never those of a masculine fiend.

This silent transgression does bring the Prince great amusement. How scandalous, indeed! What would the meek people of Yharnam say?

Oh... but It's all the same to him, who plays any and all games with the same silken ruthlessness.

"The cold. It is the cold that gives my pale skin some colour," Antonín says abruptly, interrupting his previous explanation --- gifting Ludwig with a sweet smile. Perfectly calculated curl of lovely lips, pink like spring's first roses blooming after the cruellest winter. "Or so my Lady Mother used to say, that is, whenever someone asked her what manner of cosmetic did she wear."

Even sweeter; his words, his smile, his eyes, growing brighter at the mention of such a cherished woman. "I am blessed to resemble her in certain ways, including these lips of mine."

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