#ardenssolis

Mr puppyhound the fearsome

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it feels slightly needless to say but the man enjoys some manhandling. he's here to be trapped against a wall, he's here to be held down, he's here to be pushed around some BUT... he also wants some sweetness after that, a treat for all the work if you so will

on a cuter note, he likes to initiate any kind of intimacy through touch except for if he can tell a partner's already feeling needy. if he's not the first one to be riled up then he'll definitely have a great time letting the other party cross the distance, because as much as he likes pursuing someone he's interested in, he absolutely digs seeing someone deeply want him in turn and will happily drag it out a little, without pointlessly leading someone on ofc.

moze

"I was scared too, despite not only hearing the horrific parts of your story. my wife back then told me about her pride of growing up in the kingdom you helped secure." she had spoken with such fondness that solomon had caught himself sometimes playing with the thought of glimpsing into that past to tell her stories. the thought of seeing the plagues however, had been a greater fear than his curiosity.

"...when the grand order started and I became acting director, I had come to accept my fate. I had a year left to live, I would not leave chaldea. and I would never again feel rain on my skin, feel the warmth of the desert sun or smell the sand." he would never return home.

with a sigh he leans back against ozymandias. "...until I approached you. unknowingly, you allowed a dying man to feel at home again. and for that I am thankful and asking for your permission to remember you. and... if you want I'll ask your brother for you. in case our dearest pharaoh struggles with voicing what he wants."

Weissager once tried to remove all of Nanami's oddly printed ties and cloth wraps for a week, but seeing Nanami in bland ties, even fancy expensive silk weaves felt uncanny. The printed ties and wraps for his weapon soon returned in abundance. Weissager will let no one speak of the patterns for he has now grown to adore them as much as he adores Nanami.

Trial and error in cooking, Weissager will often fail his dishes at least nine times before nailing it. The proof of this however is never witnessed for he cleans the kitchen and his mistakes spotlessly. Whether or note Nanami notices lesser demon dogs whimpering with bloated stomachs in the corners of alley ways on his way home is not spoken of.

In his new body, Weiss is still learning how clothing works. More often than not, his blouses struggle to hold in all his new bulk. Buttons shooting across the table are a moments' conversation distraction, his biceps tearing the seams of his favourite blouse is a war crime that is witnessed with depressive moods. Weissager is only soothed when Nanami allows him to borrow a worn shirt for the rest of the evening.

As and when she feels like it, she'll take turns in making Advisors lose their wits end in missing things on their person. Her skills of pickpocketing are without shame and terribly high in success. Her dramatics on an evening can make at least 10 of the 20 advisors of the Pharaoh panic check their bangles, earrings, necklaces because she'll happily place her bounty on display on a high surface as they realise she's taken everything from the left side of their body this time.

Drinking in the guard barracks is a place Zateros can appear. Bets of pocket lint and dares of challenge in the masses of drunken joy. She can hold her liquor very well and even more so when there is money on the line. She has happily won several hundreds of goods from the soldiers under her husbands reign, and they have grown to understand that she of a new tier of royalty. She was nothing like Princesses of tales but a bandit queen through and through. Though, only three stubborn souls have been bitten for touching against her will, thus her fangs are just as well known. Some nights, a message will be sent to Ramses to come pick up the drunk serpopard who will hiss at everyone but him when he arrives.

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One  of  the  many  great  things  about  casinos  was  that  people  tended  to  blend  in.  Faces  became  secondary  to  the  potential  of  winning  big  on  high  stakes  and  when  that  potential  was  squashed,  as  it  inevitably  always  was,  the  despair  clouded  everything  in  its  desolate  shape.  Aventurine  wasn't  totally  immune  to  its  effects  —  despite  him  wanting  to  believe  he  was  a  master  of  his  luck  —  but  he  wasn't  as  immersed  in  the  golden  atmosphere  as  most  were.  In  fact,  when  he  wasn't  playing,  he  was  people  watching.  Many  simply  forgot  to  put  their  mask  on  when  immersed  in  the  music,  the  noises,  the  way  the  crowd  moved  in  waves  and  it  was  a  particularly  good  study  in  expression  and  emotions.  Though  the  face  that  caught  his  attention  then  wasn't  one  among  the  crowds  as  Aventurine,  for  the  moment,  took  a  break  away  from  the  pull  of  the  gamble  to  rest  in  the  nearby  bar.  It  didn't  seem  like  it  belonged  in  the  usual  crowd,  more  refined,  more  sophisticated  and  the  gambler  was  a  little  curious  about  anyone  that  seemed  to  stand  out  from  the  usual  hopeful  and  hopeless  alike.  And  it  would  do  him  good  to  be  a  bit  more  sociable  :  good  connections  are  always  sought  after  and  chances  are  anyone  in  a  casino  has  money  to  spare,  and  if  not  that,  the  stoneheart  would  be  just  as  happy  with  information.  With  his  mind  made,  Aventurine  grasped  his  untouched  drink  and  moved  closer,  a  charming  smile  curving  his  lips  as  he  raised  his  glass  in  greeting.  ❛  Hoping  to  strike  it  big  tonight,  stranger?  ❜

  ❛                         thank you for welcoming me in your . .  kingdom ?   is that the right word ?    wonder where the others landed.  do you think we can go try out some nice dishes, explore some local oddities & maybe . .   find some souvernirs for whenever the world decides to send me back ?   i've grown quite fond of humanity in such a short time, but i'm not . .   i don't belong, sadly.      ❜     

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