#heopyros.

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who is more likely to hurt the other? emeline would tear pollux apart !!who is emotionally stronger? who knows tbh.who is physically stronger? pollux ??? maybe ??who is more likely to break a bone? polluxwho knows best what to say to upset the other? emeline. ( does pollux even argue with anyone but attie ? )who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? em. who treats who’s wounds more often? em treats polluxwho is in constant need of comfort? pollux smh weenie winnellwho gets more jealous? i think em, tbh ?? pollux was a v eligible bachelor of zenan.who’s most likely to walk out on the other? emeline, i think.who will propose? pollux !!! maybe !!who has the most difficult parents? neither bc their parents were saints ?? also bc they’re deep in the groundwho initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? pollux but em slaps his hand away like 96% of the time.who hogs the blankets? pollux.who gets more sad? emeline, probably.who is better at cheering the other up? pollux !who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? em but her slaps would be unintentionally harder than what they’re supposed to be :’)who is more streetwise? neither of them were raised around the common people so . . .who is more wise? is this is a real question ?? emwho’s the shyest? neither of them.who boasts about the other more? em gushes about her idiotic but v pretty prince.who sits on who’s lap? u best believe pollux is in em’s lap.

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who is more likely to hurt the other? emeline would also tear pyros’ ass apart and not in the good way who is emotionally stronger? pyros, definitely.who is physically stronger? pyros ?? who is more likely to break a bone? pyros bc he’s a #daredevil #athletewho knows best what to say to upset the other? pyros but i’m gonna say em knows how to push his buttons toowho is most likely to apologise first after an argument? em !! pyros ain’t know how to apologize. stares into the camerawho treats who’s wounds more often? em treats pyros’ to his dismay.who is in constant need of comfort? neither of them would be clingy so..who gets more jealous? pyros, probably ??who’s most likely to walk out on the other? pyros !! fake howho will propose? em gon put another ring on his Fingerwho has the most difficult parents? neither !! ( pyros would say he does. )who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? em ain’t holding his hand in public tf gross.who hogs the blankets? pyros bc he ain’t know how to sharewho gets more sad? neither of them.who is better at cheering the other up? emeline.who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? emeline slaps him Extra hard if it’s real funny.who is more streetwise? neither.who is more wise? emeline, hello ??who’s the shyest? neither.who boasts about the other more? pyros about his favorite queen.who sits on who’s lap? they take turns.

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anya: after gifting the duke of dracborough a flower she'd handcrafted herself, she bounded through the corridors, hoping to run into him. she wanted to personally thank him and see if he appreciated her gift. it wasn't until she reached the dracborough wing ( why hadn't she thought of it before? ) that she recognized his face. "your grace!" she called happily, skipping her way over to him.

pyros: pyros closed the heavy oak door to his room as he finally departed for the luncheon his sisters had planned. he didn't want to go, and he was already late, but he had already agreed. his shoulders hung low as he thought of the prospect of spending the entirety of the afternoon with viola and mairi. at the voice, pyros looked up. the blood rushed to his cheeks as he realized it was that pretty nurse he had assisted-- anya. instinctively, his hand went to the ring on his left ring finger. " hello, " he tried to answer coolly.

anya: "how do you fare today, your grace?" she's a lot more chipper than she should be, considering they were at war. but she'd gotten word that they were planning on return home after this next battle, which surged hope in her. "i was looking for you," she begins, her fingers fidgeting in nerves. "i was just wondering if you received my gift? did you like it?" she recognizes her endless chatter and bites the inside of her cheek to cease it, awaiting his reply.

pyros: his lips press together to prevent the smile from growing too obviously. " i am well, thank you for asking. " he plans to ask how she's doing but doesn't because he's an asshole. not consciously, he was just never raised for niceties. that's why his parents had daughters-- so they could care. but, he wants to be nice to her. he just doesn't know how. " you were searching for me ? " something within his chest wells ( perhaps it's his heart ? ) and his eyes light up. " ah, yes. i did. it's... " he searched for the right thing to say, " i've never received anything like it. "

anya: she nods, blushing a little at her confession. though his words of her ring, caused curiosity to spark. "surely that is a good thing?" anya shakes her head, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "i... i know it may not compare to such beauties," she gestures to the rings on his hand, gawking at them for some seconds before taking his hand gently. "my, these rings are.. exquisite, your grace."

pyros: " no, " he agrees, his gaze falling to his hand. " it doesn't. " somehow, it's worth so much more to him. his face heats even more as he takes her hand. they're nice hands. firm, yet soft. " thank you. some are heirlooms, some are newly crafted. "

anya: her lips purse as he admits it aloud. she knows that it compares not to the gems perched on his fingers ( quite excessively ) and she can't help the sting in her heart at the truth. "newly crafted?" her thumb rubs his hand subconsciously, surveying the gems once more. "this puts my ring to shame, your grace. someone such as yourself shouldn't be seen wearing something so ghastly," she's ashamed now but she understands. someone of his status should not wear something made of a peasant.

pyros: " and why shouldn't i ? " he replies defensively. if she tried to take back the gift, anya really had another thing coming. he'd rather give up all of his rings -- jewels and all -- than lose the ring she had made for him. never had pyros received such a gift in earnest. " i am old enough to chose what i can and cannot wear and i want to wear it. "

anya: she should be thrown off by his exclamation, instead she offers a gentle, happier smile from before. "you want to wear it?" she's giddy now and her grip on his hand tightens some. "that makes me happy, your grace. very happy indeed." anya takes a glance downwards towards her ring, inspecting the flowers wrapped around it. "the flowers are used in our healing elixirs," she began, pulling his hand up so he can get a better look at it. "surely it will protect you during the next battle."

pyros: under her bright smile, pyros melts. he is a pile of putty in her hands. while he's seen beautiful women ( and men ) in his life, he's never felt so entranced by one before. a dumb, dopey smile almost makes it on his face before he catches himself. pyros is better than that. he scoffs, pulling his hand away from her grasp. he misses the warmth of her hands immediately. " how can leaves protect me in battle ? "

anya: as pyros' mood changes completely, anya feels at lost for words. her smile instantly drops ( along with her heart, it feels ). this side of pyros she fears, this hostile side of him. she attempts to recover from his outburst, more soft-spoken than before. "you're right, forgive me, your grace. such a foolish thing of me to say." she offers a somber smile, her hand that previously occupied his rubs her arm nervously. "perhaps i should leave, surely you have somewhere else you'd rather be."

pyros: pyros closes his eyes in an attempt to collect himself. there's a lump in his throat. he's acutely aware that he does not want to shut her out but, he's getting dangerously soft in this conversation. " yes, " his voice is uncharacteristically soft. " anywhere. i'd rather be anywhere than here. "

anya: she feels the familiar sting in her eyes that makes her even more angry at herself. she hates the fact that people were able to make her weep so easily. but hates what she feels towards pyros and how he can cause her such grief in such a short period of time. there are several tears that manage to escape, to which anya manages to keep her head down. she gives a curtsy, as formally as she knows how. "enjoy the rest of your day, your grace," there's an emphasis on the title, as she signifies the line between them. her voice is quivering from the tears that race down her face but she quickly brushes passed him, knocking into his shoulder.

A N Y O S

who is more likely to hurt the other? pyros.who is emotionally stronger? pyros.who is physically stronger? pyros. who is more likely to break a bone? pyros.who knows best what to say to upset the other? pyros. see past threads.who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? anya, smh, even if she did absolutely nothing wrong.who treats who’s wounds more often? anya, definitely. who is in constant need of comfort? anya !! bc pyros ain’t affectionate enough !!!who gets more jealous? pyros, probably. but inwardly. he ain’t about showing shit.who’s most likely to walk out on the other? pyros.who will propose? pyros but he won’t.who has the most difficult parents? anya, by Far. example: see father.who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? anya, she would reach for his hand and he would pull away instantly. ( or he might let her hold his pinky, idk. )who hogs the blankets? pyros ain’t about sharing, y’all.who gets more sad? anya is sad 100% of the time.who is better at cheering the other up? anya ?? if pyros even smiles around her ?who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? neither bc pyros ain’t make jokes.who is more streetwise? anya, i think.who is more wise? neither.who’s the shyest? ANYA JEYNE CASSEL.who boasts about the other more? anya about her v handsome duke who she only sees the good in.who sits on who’s lap? anya in pyros’.

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