#proditeur

﹙ ✷ ﹚𖥨 ´  random text message prompts for @proditeur

[ to regulus dupois, at 23:17 ] : you are so cruelly unfair

[ to regulus dupois, at 23:17 ] : i won’t lie to you, i don’t want to

[ to regulus dupois, at 23:18 ] : my words have no malice, that i feel my skin shiver by the absence of you in bed is simply my reality

regulus offers quiet dick company instead of advice.

if there was one thing that never failed to make dick bored out of his mind, it was charity events and galas. though he was simply just here in support of bruce, dick wished he was anywhere but here. at least the people here didn't seem extra touchy, so he'll take a win where he could get one. everyone seemed more interested in @proditeur, seeing what the man would do with his family's company. dick has the distinct feeling bruce was here just for the goal of meeting with regulus. well, that was of no consequence to him. he takes the lull of the party and people finally not talking to him to slip out onto a little patio, thankful for the break and some fresh air.

the moment doesn't last long until the man of the hour comes out, and dick glances at regulus, expecting him to start talking or offer some useless advice dick didn't need. instead of any of that, regulus just takes a seat next to him, silent. huh, odd. maybe he needed a break too. the extrovert in his wants to kick up a conversation immediately, but even he had to admit that he was tired from the event. so he lets the silence stretch, simple enjoying the quiet before breaking it some minutes later.

❝ not that i'm not enjoying the silence, but i'm sort of surprised the host had to take a break from his own party. ❞

we should probably … you know, get back.

like most things in the world; magic was all about balance. in many ways, it was just like the ocean. violent, destructive, and capable of causing tremendous loss. but also life itself, tranquil, beautiful, a connection to an existence different from your own. it scared him, this power he held, the power that drummed just beneath his skin. garth supposed the analogy to water wasn't so far off, especially since @proditeur seemed to be the perfect counter to him. regulus, a master of magic but with a fear of the endless expanse of oceans and seas. garth, who could bend waves and tides to his will but feared his magic for all he couldn't control.

he had been skeptical of these little training exercises at the beginning, mainly for the fact he didn't want regulus to be hurt like syra was, but things were different this time. he watched as amethyst magic swirled and mixed with inky black, nearly liquid in nature, moving in the air as though it were floating a current. and in the next moment, it was gone. the beautiful sight leaves him quiet for a moment, marveling in it and the . . . inherit intimacy in letting magic intertwine with another's. the spell is only broken when regulus speaks up, and just like his magic, he searches for his gaze.

❝ yeah . . . probably for the best. ❞ he's already wincing at the thought of what his friends will say to the obvious color dusting his cheeks. ❝ let's go. ❞

✦  HE'S SURE HE'S BEING TEASED,  but there's a profound disgust attached to the word seaweed that makes his beautiful face pull into a grimace. he thinks, ew, and his traitorous parietal lobe conjures phantom sensations to torment him with — being drooled on by a stranger, yuck, stepping into something soggy and viscous while wearing socks, yuck, the thrilling SPLAT! of a seagull high-speed shitting in a spot he had just vacated — fucking yuck! all this, for the somatic horror of kelp on his foot. teddy has suffered most bastardly throughout his life, clearly.

“and the whole world wonders about your inner machinations,” he says, still wearing an expression of terminal distaste, “you know i die waiting for these nuggets of your darkest fears,” then, before it can sting dupois' high and taut pride: “no, i would not love you if you were seaweed, because you would not get turned into seaweed in the first place. you're too smart for that.”

get to know aqssaaaaaa !!

YES. YES. YES. YES.

YES.

most of time i place adella aboveshore or not super perisiy to accommodate for the fact that most characters aren't water maids/folk but... it really doesn't give me full opportunity to show you every side of her that much. that's why i made a whole regency verse for ppl to fully be able to live in the undersea world and interact with weird creatures and fancy things !! pls interact with my worrrrrld. and you reallyyyy don't have to overthink it. you know ponyo? when, at the end, all the humans were able to be under the sea for a bit bc they were in a bubble? and there was grass and everything -- they just got to float around ?? it rly is that easssyyyyyyy. pls pls pls write me in that verse and be open to non-human settings !! i can take the reigns and drive it before you get comfy i don't mind !! i'll expand on this more in other ways in similar asks but LET ADELLA BE FERALLLLL. LET HER BE A CREATURAAAA. let's go under seaaa or the feywilds or listen to her sing you know ??? more truly embracing the water fantasy of it all plsss.

       a  frown  formed  between  her  eyebrows  at  that  statement. he  came  to  win? 

       the  guy  standing  in  front  of  anna  marie  seemed  to  be  even  cockier  than  he  looked,  expression  cold  and  aloof.  the  sun  was  setting,  throwing  a  shadow  on  the  stranger’s  face.  not  dark  enough,  however,  to  hide  his  prominent  features.  it  wasn’t  rare  for  anna  marie  to  get  irritated  by  such  blatant  arrogance,  neither  was  it  rare  for  her  to  face  such  conceit  either.  but  something  about  this  one  in  particular  just  vexed  her  more  than  usual.