Aug 15, 2017
daphné x michel for @aureasadrisit !
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daphné x michel for @aureasadrisit !
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party banter / accepting↳ ♡ maxima aurum
FENRIEL: are you sure you wanna come out here with us?
MAXIMA: do you not think that i can handle myself, inquisitor?
FENRIEL: i just thought you were a diplomat is all.
MAXIMA: while it is very sweet of you to worry, i promise you, i’m very capable of both.
FENRIEL: well, you know me; i’m a total sweetheart. i’ll try to remember to put my cloak down for you if we wind up walking over any big puddles.
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' nice to meet you. ' polite smile struck, parents had formed a path before him. like GODS, otherworldly powerful in positions that only a small number could ever achieve. little games played, chess only won if one concentrated & waged their options, no reactions of fury helped to keep the power below their fingers. glance eyed the woman before him, no less a successful person within their very own world. an olympus of today, no common people allowed to enter and a world far from any what others could imagine. but the power tingled below his fingers, too, though never would he fight for such a path. ' i'm caesar flickerman. the son of senator flickerman. he's spoken of you rather highly if i might add. ' lies, sweet sweet lies.
@aureasadrisit // sc.
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prompt: festivities
Drabble prompts || accepting
Good food and old friends, the chance to make new allies always present in the sea of faces both foreign and familiar. Sweet drinks stronger than they taste to match honeyed words and carefully crafted smiles. Opulence and excess mask the hollowness of it all, but still, it makes her feel alive, keeps her mind sharp and alert. When she tires of standing still and playing games there is always the ballroom, an opportunity to breathe and speak without being overheard.
MAXIMA AURUM // for @aureasadrisit . ( happy birthday skells !!! ♥ )
baby blossoms mallow ( for Rhi c: )
COLORFUL HEADCANONS // not accepting. @banalvhen ↳ baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?
Lavender and peppermint. I mean, that’s what he smells like, so it’s only natural that his preference is toward something he smells often? It’s more like a… comforting sort of scent that puts him at ease. Leather also, but that’s only because it reminds him of Rhiall. He’s not particularly fond of it himself.
↳ mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?
Apples and honey remind him of Rhiall. She was fond of them, and it was something he often saw her snacking on. But, most of all, the smell of freshly made paint. It was always a smell he enjoyed, but after the paints that Rhiall gave him as a gift, and the fact that he would sometimes paint on her skin like a canvas, it became more of a burden. Something he enjoyed doing has become tainted by her memory. What was once a comfort to him has now become a painful memory. Painting doesn’t no longer gives him that peace. The smell from the paint and every brush stroke will remind him of her.