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@feuglace​ said:  [CHOKE] - Laurant // feuglace

accepting  ⸻ ✸    

[CHOKE]  ⸻   Sender grabs the receiver by the throat.

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 panic shot through him. roi, while not weak by any means, was a mage. he wasn’t as physically capable as most. Despite the other being so much smaller than him, his grip was certainly alarming. roi’s pulse raced and it was certain the other could feel it with such a grip on his neck. 

 he gritted his teeth, trying to force a glare but his fear made his amber eyes wide and wild. he tried to think of an incantation. anything to slay this person and free himself. composure was important for a black mage, but right now panic took hold of him and he couldn’t pull himself free. 

@feuglace​ / Silvaire || 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 with 𝕲𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖖𝖚𝖊

Far be it from the usual for Guerrique to take the initiative among his peers, but after a rather short conversation with Noudenet regarding rumours of Heretics dabbling around the ruins of the Stone Vigil and the Temple Knights apparently unable to spare any men to look into it, the marauder had decided to go onward himself. 

With a few knights (and squires, for that matter-) stolen from their duties within the city, the male headed down from the Pillars and into Foundation where he came across another familiar face. While walking - tailed by his gathering - Guerrique offered a rather cocky smile and a cant of his head; 

By the time he pushed open the ill familiar door, he was shivering terribly. Blue eyes had since dulled, his brows furrowed and upset evident upon the tense poise of his body. He cared not if others saw him in such a state, it was not a secret the things he dealt with. He hurriedly crossed the room, stepping around the table in the center and standing on the other side of Haurchefant's desk.

"I-I knew not who else to go to..." he whispered, his head bowed a moment. Heavily silence followed as Stephanivien attempted to recollect himself, though his voice still quivered with distress even when he finally spoke, "Its getting worse. I can't... I can't take it anymore-"

His voice cracked and upon looking back up to meet Haurchefant's gaze would he notice the hints of a bruise hastily hidden beneath layers of make-up. Nothing truly hid the black eye he carried, and even the endless snow had managed to wash away some to better expose the wound.

to say he is surprised at stephanivien’s unannounced visit is to put it lightly. though they have set up an agreement for supplies of weaponry between camp dragonhead and the machinist’s guild, most of them arrive in bulk shipments from the city proper, along with other provisions needed to bolster their defense and keep his men fed and clothed. to have the guild master himself arrive ‘pon his doorstep, without nary a cloak to his person nor the customary carbine attached to his hip, haurchefant could not help to be seized with worry. if aught has happened to the guild ---

“ my friend, “ his words come out a question, brow furrowed in consternation as his eyes search the other’s face for a hint of what could be the matter.  he can practically feel the distress radiating off the other man only adding to the growing concern in his breast. 

of course, the actual reason, once it becomes clear, somehow feels even worse. ‘tis no secret that the de haillenarte patriarch holds no love for his eldest son’s endeavors, ever poised against the guild and its goals. ‘tis no secret that the man would even get physical; for as oft as he’d needed to leave the manor in his youth to seek out francel, his friend had sometimes seen fit to do the same in reverse, a haunted look in his eye that had pained him each time he spotted it. but to actually see it to this extent?  though physical punishment for misdeed is not unheard of, this goes well beyond that. it makes haurchefant’s lips thin, anger worming its way through his gut, eyes flashing with it.  anger is not what stephan needs now, however.

soft action prompts ☆ [ JOIN ] receiver is laying on the floor/ground for some reason and sender simply joins them.

haurchefant lets out a relieved groan as he slumps to the manufactory floor, not even caring that various strewn about bits and bobs are digging into his sides and back. his entire body feels like one big bruise, both his back and hands cramped from earlier activity. 'twas the first time stephan had allowed him to try the forges, under strict supervision from the older haillenarte. haurchefant had been all too eager to learn, interest piqued by the method of creating such various weaponry the moment he'd seen stephanivien do it.

halone, and he made it look so easy. if haurchefant never has to see a single tool again -- most notably that damn hammer -- it'll still be too soon.

from above him comes the amused titter of his teacher and haurchefant's eyes blink open to see stephanivien staring down at his prone form, hands on his hips and goggles pushed up into his hair, looking all too amused at his predicament. " oho, giving up already? "

haurchefant, in a stunning display of maturity, makes a rude gesture with his hand ere it falls back down to his side. there's a rueful smile pulling at his lips however; here he is, a trained knight, having contended with dragons and heretics both to come out the other side the victor, brought low by a workbench. " i am hardly giving up, " he retorts, lashes fluttering shut once again. " simply resting mine eyes. " stephan snorts, sounding like he doesn't believe him even slightly, making haurchefant shift aside slightly with a gentle push of his boot 'gainst haurchefant's hip.

rather than pick something up, however, or help haurchefant back to his feet, the other simply flops down next to him on the floor, blinking at him earnestly. pale eyes are bright with mirth, a slender hand bracingly patting him on the shoulder. haurchefant can practically hear the smirk. " quite alright if you are, however. i'll not think any less of you. "

@feuglace​ (ra’thiak) asked: You are, as the kids say, my blorbo.

@feuglace​ / Konah || 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 with 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍

Snow poised as deep as one’s thighs, every step through its expanse a difficulty in which he paced with weight and discomfort. Cold though he was, the once-prince made attempts to reach Dravania; quite why he had chosen that variety of destination, he did not know, but with Ishgard now heading itself into a new era of peace and his continued life ensured by unfortunate circumstance, the male saw no reason to stay. 

With a millennia of torment still fresh within his consciousness, the male took pause among the height of peaks to sit upon jutting rocks, resting his feet for a short time. Filled with naught short of absolute guilt and woe, the male eases out a heavy sigh and rests his head in his hands - elbows upon knees - soaking in the cold surrounding. 

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the creak of his door makes him look up from the pages he'd been reading, brows lifted in mild surprise as he sees the outline of stephanivien in the door slowly coming into shape as his friend steps shyly into his chambers. understanding fills his gaze fast, however, face creasing in something akin to sympathy. he'll not blame the other for not wishing to be by himself in a bed he's unfamiliar with, not after everything he has been forced to bear that day. truth be told, haurchefant would not mind the company either; his own worry easing slightly.

Stephanivien peeked into the room and, upon seeing the familiar figure present, pushed it open further to enter. He smiled gently, though he was evidently reserved compared to his usual eccentric self. Between hands was held a small plate of cookies, which he moved to place down upon the desk.

"'Evening, my friend. Joye baked some cookies today. My prospectometer suggested I bring some over to share, if you would like some that is," he added, flicking his eyes away. He dropped into a nearby chair. He fell silent another moment, fingers drumming nervously upon the arms of the chair he had stolen before he clearee his throat and continued without further eye contact,

"I hope you do not mind if I, uh... stick around for a time? ... I knew not who else to go to. Things are -" He cut himself off, waving a hand and shaking his head. "Ah, nevermind. If you'd prefer peace I can always stay within the Forgotten Knight."

      𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘥𝘢𝘺  𝘩𝘢𝘥  𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 , 𝘪𝘯  𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺  𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦  𝘰𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 , 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 . his  shoulders  hung  lower  than  it  did  typically , an  ache  in  his  back  the  cause . poor  posture  from  fatigue  bled  into  an  ache  in  his  shoulders , which  slumped  into  poorer  posture , and  made  him  feel  he  was  due  for  quite  a  long  sleep  --  but  sleep  would  not  come , it  never  truly  did .     aymeric  has  reread  the  report  several  times  now , head  held  up  by  hand  as  his  eyes  moved  to  attempt  to  retain  the  information  being  forced  down  into  his  head . it  was  hardly  interesting , just  a  typical  patrol   beset  upon  by  the  rise  of  dravanians  --  or  was  it  heretics ? he  double  checked  the  report  --  along  the  coerthan  planes . reclamation  of  falcon’s  nest , one  of  his  first  tasks  propositioned  when  he  took  the  seat  of  lord  commander , was  proving  to  be  an  ardous  task  indeed .     his  eyes  flash  up  when  the  door  to  his  study  is  opened , half  expecting  it  to  be  his  headman  benoit  to  say  his  goodbye’s  for  the  weekend , but  instead  he  saw  a  surprising  face : stephanivien  de  haillenarte . aymeric  forces  himself  to  smile  through  the  fatigue , pleased  to  see  the  other  despite  it .       ❝    my  lord , good  evening ,    ❞    he  nearly  rises  to  greet  him , but  finds  it  difficult  to  will  himself  to  do  so . his  head  would  probably  spin  if  he  did .    ❝    oh , how  wonderful .    ❞      he  looks  down  at  the  cookies  that  now  replaced  the  forgotten  report , the  delightful  smell  filling  his  nose  and  giving  him  a  sense  of  excitement  for  the  first  time  today . he  takes  one  in  his  hand , breaking  it  apart , and  takes  the  time  to  savor  the  sweet  taste  of  chocolate  and  dough  from  just  a  small  bite . wonderful  indeed .     his  sudden  bubble  of  heaven  is  dissipated  not  long  after  he  enters  it , eyes  blinking  up  at  his  friend  --  he  percieves  him  then , that  nervousness , and  puts  down  the  half  of  the  cookie  he  has  yet  to  eat . now  he  rises  from  his  seat , lifting  his  hand  for  stephanivien  to  join  him .      ❝    how  about  a  drink , my  friend ?    ❞    he  offers , smiling  his  way .    ❝    you’ve  arrived  at  a  most  fortunate  time ,    ❞    he  lied  with  ease ,    ❝     let  me  fix  us  a  drink  and  a  meal , for  i  am  finished  with  todays  work .    ❞