#crestwills

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Name: Clovis Julien Gautier

Gender: Male

General appearance: Clovis is absolutely the spitting image of his father  —  tall,  ( though he misses the 6ft mark just barely, standing at 5′11…THANKS MOM…  )  a lean build, with Sylvain’s soft honey brown eyes as well as his full head of curly crimson locks. His facial features are bit softer like his mother’s, and he has the absolute sweetest, most angelic and friendly smile this world has ever seen. He’s such a pretty boy, like he genuinely looks as though he could do no wrong.

Personality: While he looks so very much like his father…he’s totally on the opposite end of the personality spectrum for the most part. He’s certainly friendly, caring and sweet enough  —  but he’s actually relatively shy when it comes to girls. He’s quiet, polite, and borders on being a bit of a pushover at times. He’s a hyper intelligent young man, picking up on things pretty quickly, and has a very deep set appreciation for the arts  —  especially music and dancing! Though as the baby of the family, he has his moments where he’s a tad stubborn, petulant and impatient and can get frustrated sometimes when things don’t quite go his way…

Special talents: As stated above, he’s super duper smart. There are few subjects that he cannot pick up. He’s also quite the complicated marksman, joining Odette frequently whenever she goes out hunting. He’s also...terribly good at playing his mother like a fiddle, unfortunately. He has the tiniest mischief streak in him, and it’s usually reserved for getting himself out of trouble or getting what he wants from his mom.

Who they like better: He has all the love in the world for both his parents. Even if asked to choose, he just cannot and will not. However, most people peg him as a mommy’s boy, sooooo...

Who they take after more: Honestly...it’s a pretty even split. But he probably takes a little bit more after Sylvain than Odette.

      A  KNIGHT  IN   SHINING   ARMOR  !       the    path   ahead   was   lacking   light  !     the   mist     rejecting     almost    all    the   light     THE    NIGHT   SKY    ATTEMPTED   TO   BLESS           the   grounds   with .        ❝     thanks  ......    but   no  thanks  .    ❞        his   concerns  ,   like   his    suggestion  ,    were    one   with    the    air    now   .      her    voice   was   sweet    ,   even   lacing    the    negative    response    with    honey  .          ❝       I  HAVE  MY  OWN  BACK  .     ❞     

✧·  The Grinch  //  Open  · ✧

       ❝  And yet you choose to pester said “crocodile”.  ❞  THE COMMENT IS REBUTTED WITH A GRAIN OF SALT,  amber yes rolling in his irritation as his gaze returns to settle on the flakes flitting down to the ground outside. He hates this time of year  —  the ever colder weather, snow and ice only being one of many downsides to it. There’s so much merriment that it makes him ill. Everyone is so carefree, bounding from one person to the next with empty holiday wishes and gifts in hand. It’s all so pointless  —  worthless, even. People coo and gush over spending time with loved ones, often reminiscing about Yuletides past…

                                         What complete and utter nonsense.

       ❝  As if you’re really any better  —  you’re as frivolous as the rest of them. You’ve done nothing but prattle on about fraternizing with women under all this stupid mistletoe and the like when it doesn’t mean a damn thing to you. You all seem to forget why we’re at this damn academy to begin with, ignoring it in favor of playing fruitless games and short lived levity. It’s disgusting.  ❞  IT INTERFERES WITH TRAINING AND STUDYING, THEREFORE,  he has little use for any of it. Sylvain could use to double down on such priorities once in a while  —  a factor he’s hounded him about on more than one occasion. If anything, the holiday is merely an unwelcome reminder that there are days he himself cannot go back to…days he’d rather forget altogether, if he could.  

someone cheated for a good cause

From any other the gift beyond cake might have struck a minor chord of insult or upset– both, perhaps– for it was no secret at all how heavy handed young prince was prone to being. How poorly he did at crafts such as these, either bending or breaking anything too delicate which had the unfortunate cause to find itself in his hands. 

Mercedes was not another though, and from her he understands the kindly meaning that is truly bundled in that fabric.

It is not, he knows, a taunt. It is not some sharp jeer. Instead it is belief; belief in him, in what he might do with it, and with it too the offer of patience should he need her help in this matter. A sewing kit it might have been in simple terms, but what it truly meant was something far, far deeper. It is that which humbles him, which twitches smile to his face as he gratefully accepts with dip of head.

       HER FINGERS TIGHTEN THEIR GRIP ON THE HANDLE  of the bucket of horse feed in her hands with a sharp intake of breath. That’s a voice she’s heard one too many times up and down the halls, shamelessly beckoning to one girl after another  —  a voice that grates on her ears  (  not to mention nerves  ——  )  and already has her battling with the urge to turn around and smack him upside the head.  ❝  Oh, hello.  ❞  However, civility is in order, given that she’s far more interested in getting her assigned chores for the day done and less in giving him a piece of her mind.

        ❝  I assure you, I don’t need any help.  ❞  HER TONE REMAINS FRIENDLY ENOUGH, THOUGH  perhaps a tad bit dismissive all the same. The playful mention of being available “later” still rings in her ears, making her roll her eyes in a flash of irritation.  ❝  Besides, I’m nearly finished with feeding the horses and pegasi  —  so there’d hardly be a need for your services to begin with.  ❞  A polite  (  though forced  ——  )  smile makes its way onto her lips with a cant of her head regardless, silvery tresses shifting with the movement.