Thank you so much for your ask. 😊

Here’s what came to mind:

(since it all got a bit confusing with names and pronouns otherwise, I decided to split the gender-variable ROs by gender just to keep things a little clearer.)

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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Alexos:

His initial surprise swiftly deepens into a mortified flush, heat visibly spreading across his cheeks.

"Beautiful?" he echoes softly, clearly caught off guard.

And when you sternly insist - loudly and earnestly - that your heart belongs solely to Alexos, and stunning though he may be, he should please leave, the flush only worsens.

Before you can continue your heartfelt protests, he swiftly pulls you to your feet. You sway, stubbornly resisting as he gently guides you away, muttering fondly, "Yes, yes, I understand. Now come along."

Across the room, he catches Zephiron's amused glance and pointedly avoids it, silently pleading for mercy as you continue your unwavering praise of him.

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Alexa:

Her initial surprise swiftly deepens into a mortified flush, heat visibly spreading across her cheeks.

"Beautiful?" she echoes softly, clearly caught off guard.

Yet when you sternly insist - loudly and earnestly - that your heart belongs solely to Alexa, and stunning though she may be, she should please leave, the flush only worsens.

Before you can continue your heartfelt protests, she swiftly pulls you to your feet. You sway, stubbornly resisting as she gently guides you away, muttering fondly, "Yes, yes, I understand. Now come along."

Across the room, she catches Zephyra's amused glance and pointedly avoids it, silently pleading for mercy as you continue your unwavering praise of her.

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Theron:

He pauses, momentarily startled, before warmth gently spreads across his expression, soft and deeply touched.

"Oh," he murmurs, a quiet flush coloring his cheeks. "I see. I wouldn't dream of intruding on such devotion."

You insist again, earnestly reminding him you're happily taken - by him, naturally - and his tender smile only deepens at your sincerity.

Despite your protests, he quietly fetches water and carefully guides it to your lips, voice affectionate and faintly amused as he whispers, "Please drink. I'm certain Theron would prefer you clear-headed enough to recognize him."

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Thera:

She pauses, momentarily startled, before warmth gently spreads across her expression, soft and deeply touched.

"Oh," she murmurs, a quiet flush coloring her cheeks. "I see. I wouldn't dream of intruding on such devotion."

You insist again, earnestly reminding her you're happily taken - by her, naturally - and her tender smile only deepens at your sincerity.

Despite your protests, she quietly fetches water and carefully guides it to your lips, voice affectionate and faintly amused as she whispers, "Please drink. I'm certain Thera would prefer you clear-headed enough to recognize her."

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Zephiron:

A bright, delighted laugh escapes him, eyes glittering with mischievous curiosity.

"Oh? Already spoken for?" he asks, tilting his head with exaggerated interest. "Tell me more about this Zephiron. What exactly do you find so charming about him?"

You eagerly launch into a heartfelt, if slightly slurred, account of his countless virtues. He leans closer, wicked grin deepening as he urges you on.

"Truly? His eyes, you say? Fascinating. Do go on."

He listens with unabashed amusement, already savoring every detail and each teasing opportunity he's gathering for tomorrow.

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Zephyra:

A bright, delighted laugh escapes her, eyes glittering with mischievous curiosity.

"Oh? Already spoken for?" she asks, tilting her head with exaggerated interest. "Tell me more about this Zephyra. What exactly do you find so charming about her?"

You eagerly launch into a heartfelt, if slightly slurred, account of her countless virtues. She leans closer, wicked grin deepening as she urges you on.

"Truly? Her eyes, you say? Fascinating. Do go on."

She listens with unabashed amusement, already savoring every detail and each teasing opportunity she's gathering for tomorrow.

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Dorian:

He freezes briefly, eyebrows rising in amused disbelief, before a slow, wicked smile curls across his lips.

"Already taken? Oh, what a pity," he drawls shamelessly, leaning in just a touch closer. "Are you certain I can't tempt you … just this once?"

Yet despite his most enticing smirk, you cheerfully refuse him, loudly insisting your heart is firmly captured - by Dorian himself. He falls quiet, eyes narrowing slightly as something unfamiliar flickers behind his gaze.

"Well," he murmurs softly, almost to himself, "I suppose you still find ways to catch me off guard."

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Dione:

She freezes briefly, eyebrows rising in amused disbelief, before a slow, wicked smile curls across her lips.

"Already taken? Oh, what a pity," she drawls shamelessly, leaning in just a touch closer. "Are you certain I can't tempt you … just this once?"

Yet despite her most enticing smirk, you cheerfully refuse her, loudly insisting your heart is firmly captured - by Dione herself. She falls quiet, eyes narrowing slightly as something unfamiliar flickers behind her gaze.

"Well," she murmurs softly, almost to herself, "I suppose you still find ways to catch me off guard."

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Rhaelos:

His expression stays carefully neutral, though something quietly softens in his dark eyes.

"Understood," he replies evenly, the faintest twitch of amusement tugging at his lips. "Loyalty is admirable. I'll make sure this Rhaelos hears about this in great detail."

Yet he remains protectively close, shielding you from anyone who might exploit your drunken state - Dorian and his dubious jokes included. He doesn’t move away, even when you start pelting pieces of bread at his head, still convinced he is flirting. Quietly enduring your misguided assault, he subtly places himself between you and any further threats - real, imagined, or edible.

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Rhaela:

Her expression stays carefully neutral, though something quietly softens in her dark eyes.

"Understood," she replies evenly, the faintest twitch of amusement tugging at her lips. "Loyalty is admirable. I'll make sure this Rhaela hears about this in great detail."

Yet she remains protectively close, shielding you from anyone who might exploit your drunken state - Dione and her dubious jokes included. She doesn’t move away, even when you start pelting pieces of bread at her head, still convinced she is flirting. Quietly enduring your misguided assault, she subtly places herself between you and any further threats - real, imagined, or edible.

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???:

She blinks, eyes wide and bright with delight as your fiercely drunken declaration of loyalty sinks in.

"Oh - that's so sweet, I can't - I just -" she stammers, voice filled with emotion, before abruptly launching herself at you.

You, however, fail entirely to recognize her and immediately try to push her away, loudly protesting that you're already spoken for. She ignores your objections, relentless in her affection as she showers you with kisses and laughter, leaving you both rolling gracelessly across the floor.

"Theron/Thera!" you gasp desperately, reaching out for rescue.

Yet Theron/Thera only watches, a helpless, uncertain smile tugging at their lips as they shrug lightly, clearly deciding it's wiser not to interfere.

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Drakon:

A fierce, delighted grin spreads across Drakon's face, eyes darkening at your stubborn insistence that you're already taken - by none other than Drakon himself.

"Now that's what I like to hear," he growls approvingly, clearly enjoying your loud, slurred declarations. "Let's make sure everyone hears it."

Before you can protest further, Drakon hoists you effortlessly over his shoulder, shamelessly carrying you off and ignoring the amused whistles behind him.

~ Chairopoleia.

Date: A.D. 1-50

Place of origin: Thera, Santorini

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