#mcskerad

If there was one thing Etienne was, it was confident. He was self assured of himself and every careful step he took. He’d out danced many an attempt to make him falter and he knew his steps had to have an extra flare as a mage within the Orlesian circle. And so upon seeing the young Duchess again, he was more than pleased to get tongues wagging.

And sure enough, a mere kiss on the back of her hand caused murmurs and his gray eyes were alight for a moment with amusement and pride over such a simple gesture causing a stir. He was a social pariah, after all, even with his well born lineage.

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♡  :  how  does  my  muse  act  ,  consciously    & &   /  or  subconsciously  ,  around  people  they  are  romantically  interested  in  ?

ROMANTICALLY  ?  Well  ,  he  flirts  with  quite  literally  everyone  so  at  face  value  it’s  sort  of  hard  to  tell  ,  but  if  he  starts  to  become  romantically  invested  in  someone  his  interactions  become  a  bit  more  meaningful  in  content    & &   character  I  guess  .  There’s  still  flirting  ,  of  course  ,  but  he  starts  acting  like  more  of  a  friend    & &   a  companion  than  an  obnoxious  tag-a-long  if  that  makes  any  sense     ⸺    YOU  KNOW  ,  if  a  friend  finds  himself  staring  at  you  with  a  look  in  his  eyes  that’s  a  little  too  deep  for  lust  ,  or  a  smile  on  his  face  that  forgets  its  charm  ,  or  if  he  pushes  through  throngs  of  people  just  to  get  to  you  when  you’re  on  the  other  side  of  the  room  when  he  thought  he  might  never  see  you  again  ,  just  to  pull  you  into  his  arms    & &   breathe  for  the  first  time  since  he  saw  you  leave  .

❥  :  what  is  my  muse’s  ideal  date  ?

Well  he  doesn’t  exactly  fantasize  about  long  walks  on  the  beach  .  Honestly  anything  that  just  involves  talking  to  his  partner  is  ideal     ⸺    we  know  how  much  Ludger  loves  to  talk  since  he’s  such  an  ATTENTION  WHORE  . 

💝:  what  would  my  muse  consider  a  ❝  perfect  gift  ❞  ?

go to bed u lemon

“There it is – something we can agree upon.” A deep, exasperated sigh left Caecilia’s lips, eyes closing momentarily to calm her lingering frustration. “Sounds like a tavern is the next port of call for us then.”

closed starter for @mcskerad, set after the Kirkwall Rebellion but before the events of Asunder

Etienne’s father was always one for fineries. Showing off his wealth and connections was a part of the Game, after all. And having a talented mage child for his eldest son was another crown. Or it had been once. Since the events in Kirkwall, Etienne had felt the stares and heard the whispers at every event his father had requested his presence.

Of course, it was always behind his back. To his face, it was smiles and flirtations, interest in the handsome and charming mage and a keen interest in getting closer to his father’s favor and perhaps his younger siblings.

And Etienne used that to his advantage in the Game, gaining more connections throughout Orlais and allies. For what, he had no plans as of yet. But if there was one thing he knew about Orlais, it’s that connections were everything. Especially if one had something to hold over another’s head.

The tensions, though, didn’t keep him from enjoying the party. Lights glimmered off his golden mask, the forehead of it adorned with a sun with sunbeams which looked more like petals. The blooming sun, a symbol associated with the de Rousseau family. Dark brown curls were slicked back, held in place by the half face mask, and a charming smile rested on his lips.

Grey eyes examined the crowd, knowing very well his father was about to have the orchestra play his favorite dance. That required a partner. His gaze fell upon a young woman, who he’d heard quite a bit about but only met in passing. She’d taken her family up from the depths of despair to prosperity in a few short years.

Someone to keep an eye on.

Etienne obliges her, curious as to what she was up to or what she had desired to tell him privately. He was surprised at the kiss to his cheek, though, and merely straightened, his hands clasped behind his back and a smirk on his own features.

It was not concern for the Tevinter’s well-being that sparked her interest, in guiding her steps outside to join her under the cover of night. Wrapping a fur-trimmed robe around herself to shield her from the cold of night, Caecilia approached with her arms crossed. What sparked her movements towards her was the suspicion that she may be up to something, with no trust to be had at all towards her. She had no reason to trust her, after all.

“What are you doing out here this late?” She is hardly impressed, her tone harsh and impatient, straight to the point. “It’s freezing. This is ridiculous.”

Caecilia wasn’t sure what kept her awake more, the fact that she had an actual space of her own, or all of Thedas falling apart at the literal seams around her. All she knew was that every time she closed her eyes, she could see the recovered dead in straight rows, whatever cloth they hadn’t used for bandages covering them for privacy’s sake. She’d given up on sleep about an hour ago, instead deciding to brave the cold in nothing but her work clothes and Scipio’s infantry cloak, the rough fabric having long sense lost the scent of jungle and sweat.

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And amused glimmer came to gray eyes at the question. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand over the stubble on his chin.