#lanceloux

"Upon my lips lingers your name; with a sigh, I speak it to the wind, in hopes that it may reach you, so my dove may return with wings outstretched into my arms.”

Happy Valentine’s Day with the ever lovely @house-vexile

A wildwood and duskwight decide to start a family –

Name: Fleur Talavaine de Marcellus ( translation: Flower of course! )

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Perhaps not touched by moonlight’s caress, yet she is a shade between that of her pale mother, and her sun-kissed father. Her skin is peppered with freckles that fall along her nose and cheeks. Half-lidded eyes are the shade of the forest during spring, but her hair is the color is a mesh of sunlight made of soft waves, hereditary of her father’s side of the family. Slender of build, she is perhaps on a petite spectrum for an elezen, but she fills out nicely when flourishing into womanhood.

Personality: Fleur is normally soft-spoken when addressed. And though her voice is quiet, and she perhaps comes off as timid because of it, make no mistake that as she gets older, the elezen becomes bold in her words and speaks her mind articulately. She is polite and respectful, minding her mannerisms, but she demands respect from others and expects it in return. She is both duskwight and wildwood, though she quick to correct others who choose to belittle her because of her duskwight blood. Quick of wit and sharp of tongue, as a woman she argumentative once roused to take a combative tone.

Special Talents: She loves art, in fact, it is a passion of hers introduced to her by Phenalyn, who at an early age, gave Fleur some charcoal, a long piece of parchment, and left her to create masterpieces to show her father. With stained fingertips, she would proudly present her creations to her father, who encouraged her to continue and kept each piece she made. 

From Lanceloux, she learns the art of marksmanship and the hunt, which leads her to begin carving and creating her own bows from scratch for practice. Much to the delight of her aunt’s friend, Ivaan, who took her to the woodworking guild to learn the trade. Lance showed her the basics, and she only desired to take what she learned and master it.

Who they like better: She loves her mother’s gentle demeanor, the warmth in her voice, the way she seemed to glow when they were all together - the way she laughed and gave the best hugs, how her eyes filled with light and she filled the room with radiance. She named her flower, yet she believed her mother was deserving of that title.

But, she also loves her father, who she believed was what a fairytale knight would be; he was gallant and fearless to her, always treating her like a lady worthy of a noble title. Thus, she could not put them on a pedestal, they were equally loved.

Who they take after more:  Lanceloux perhaps in the alarming, intense expressions she at times wore. It was clear to see his presence there. Yet it was Phenalyn’s gentle beauty that counterbalances it, especially in her eyes, and the smile that softened her features.

Personal Headcanon: She spends many a day outside, at times hunting with her father, or even taking an easel and painting the natural world. Like her mother, she enjoys nature and all its aspects, she finds herself at peace here, and rather live surrounded by the graces of the forest instead of being behind the gates of a city. Fleur loves flowers, and for her namesake, this was rather fortunate; she gathers them with her mother, and enjoys making floral crowns for her when Phenalyn gets older of age, and no longer can take the long walks they enjoyed together.

Lanceloux brings her books from his travels, often taking her along with him to learn about other cultures, always taking a piece of written literature back. This leads her to become a bibliophile like her beloved mother. She is well read, and into womanhood, she becomes an explorer, but always returns to her parents, with a memento of her travels, and stories to fill their hearts.

A forest dweller comes across a knight –

Name: Arthurioux de Marcellus ( translation: Arthur, noble/courageous )

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Arthur was born with the tanned shade of his mother, which was complementary to his golden, unruly mane, the same gold shared by both his parents. He takes the smoldering golden eyes of his father full of warmth yet fierce, yet it melts away upon reaching his lips. That smile of his belongs to his mother - charming and innocent. As a child, he looked like a mop with ears, his hair was kept long that at times one would mistake the babe for a girl if they saw just his back. He, like his father, he developed a strong jaw; and discovered later that he had dimples.

Personality: Growing up, he was full of energy and excitable about travel and the unknown. He had a rebellious streak, often escaping from his studies to run off into the forest, seeking adventure. As a child, he was excessively curious and at times, got him into a bit of trouble - but usually with a passing Woodwailer. He is able to talk himself out of trouble, something his mother coached him on after giving up in trying to control his antics. She knew what she was dealing with at the very start.

Very much the thrill-seeker in his early stages of adulthood, his excitement for adventure was sewn into him by his father. Ash admits that he certainly has his father’s charms, and has seen much of Lanceloux in her son when he speaks to his friends, especially those of the opposite sex. He is a problem-solver, often finding solutions to hypothetical situations he may encounter, he was what his friends called the “man with the plan” in his older years.

Special Talents:  Arthur had no intention of becoming a knight himself, but his leadership skills are extraordinary and he motivating others comes naturally to him as breathing air. Though his wish is not to wear his father’s armaments, he is skilled at swordplay and has a terrifyingly good aim. Arthur is quick on his feet and excels at making decisive decisions.

His survival skills come from his mother and father, who thought it was best to prepare him for a world without them. Hunting was not his favorite thing to do, but he knew well how it benefited him in the end if things went awry. Lanceloux made sure to teach him self-preservation. He learned to grow his own meals from seedlings thanks to his mother, who showed him the value of gardening ( he is a vegetarian, this is a blessing).

Who they like better: He likes his mother, mostly because he is a mama's’ boy at heart, even into adulthood. She gave him extra desserts, brushed his hair, taught him to dance. His parents showed him the value of respect and the power of love. What really won him over though.. Was that his mother always indulged him in embarrassing stories of his father, a little secret shared just between them.

Who they take after more:  In the end, he takes up Lanceloux more, adventurous to a fault and filled with determination. Physically, there is no doubt that he Lance is his sire, and in his early adult life, he begins to grow out in size, becoming broader and thicker, a build similar to his father. His mannerisms were later influenced by his mother, who made sure to remind her wild-child to keep his hot temper under control - for he carried a flame just as hot as Lanceloux’s.

Personal Headcanon: Arthur does well in keeping Ashilanna on her toes when he was a young boy, always the sort to run far from her reach, forcing her to give chase. But he was ever so happy, even if he was at times near bursting from energy, his laughter is what kept her from scolding him too badly, and he always made sure to try and get on her good side with presents and surprises, no doubt mimicking his father. 

The household never had a dull moment and was rich with life and excitement. In life he did grow into an explorer, documenting his adventures and releasing volumes of the marvelous things he encountered in his travels. But, he not once forgot his roots, and humble beginnings nestled away in the forest.

as lady rivienne: 

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you  ( platonically )• I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I would fall in love with you  • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. (!) • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you  • I want to kiss you(r forehead and cheeks!) • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud  • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you • You confuse me.

as ser lanceloux ..hmm!:

Found a lovely elf off to the side and decided to say hello~