#For you My Valentine - xxsycamore's 1000 followers celebration party

[xxsycamore]

How about 😏 with Chevalier? Let's say it was something like "If you were a triangle, you'd be acute one" (my fave pick up line 😂) or something equally as nerdy

Ooh, I like this one 👀

[😏] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔-𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛。。。

CHEVALIER:

"Some simpleton you are, I still take that you already know that based on their measure, angles can be categorized as acute, obtuse, right, straight, and reflex. Now I'll teach you about—"

There. A perfect chance.

Interrupting Chevalier, you deliver a clichéd pick-up line that goes among the lines of "If you were a triangle, you'd be acute one".

You know you're signing your own death warrant, but it was stronger than you. Sariel had found out about the serious gaps in your knowledge of the subject, dooming you to spend hours and hours slouched over the thick books. The studies aren't particularly of interest to you, and asking Chevalier for help didn't make them any more appealing, to your surprise. The only appealing thing in the library right now is the man in front of you. Appealing...or cute, as you just called him. If he even gets it.

He gives you one stern, cold look. Then disregards you in favor of the book.

"Then you must be an obtuse one, the way you're never right with your solutions. Concentrate."

Huh? Huh?! Did THE Chevalier Michel just answer your geometrical pun with a geometrical pun?!

"If you tell someone about this, I will kill you. Now, for the next part of our lesson."

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Could I get 🟫 with le Comte please?

Your request is done and posted on my writing blog here! Hope you enjoy <3

[xxsycamore]

Can I wrap my arm around Gilbert von Obsidian’s waist? (🫂)

Can you?

[🫂] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 '𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝。。。

GILBERT:

Naturally, the answer is no.

The thunderstorm proves to be not enough of a distraction, no matter how engrossed Gilbert appears to be, standing in front of the floor-length windows with the demeanor of someone giving a standing ovation at the opera. You study him from the corner of your eye, wondering what exactly you're missing here that he finds so bemusing. This type of weather... it entertains him, being able to witness it here in Rhodolite seems to be a joy equal to attending some sort of spectacle for him.

Most people would adopt a look of horror on their faces, slammed under the weight of their own uselessness against the almighty will of Nature. But not Gilbert. He'd stand with hands clasped behind his back, silently admiring, lips curved in a smile.

And you... you're not much different; when the lightning strikes and the gruesome rumble of a thunder follows almost immediately, you don't gaze away in fear: you hurriedly turn to Gilbert, craving the rare beauty of his frame lit up by the dreadful source of light, a sight lasting no longer than a mere second. The red of his eye is a richer shade now, one that candlelight can't offer you in this cloud-cast darkness, and you're thankful.

Your arm is guided by willpower you'd seldom find in yourself should the moment was normal - yes, it's something about him right now; like a deity of his own that dares look the horrors of Nature in the eye, smiling; you want to graze that divinity and see for yourself if he's real.

Or maybe it's because you're standing there right next to him, letting the lightning form a lengthy shadow behind you like it does to Gilbert, coloring you in its pale light, like it colors Gilbert. You're like him, you're by his side, you're his - the arm wrapping around his waist is surely an act of recognizing where your place is, who you are— 

"What is it, little rabbit? Are you bored?"

Your arm falls limp to your side, as if paralyzed by the poisonous yet faint warmth of his body that is clinging to it, activated by sudden realization of your bold acts... Amidst the chemical cataclysm taking place somewhere in your brain, Gilbert joins, by wrapping an arm of his own around your waist.

"Mmm...see, that's the good thing about those so-called spring storms... they come to wreck everything on their way, then they're gone in the blink of an eye! Don't be bored now, just a little more... we can go for a nice little walk afterward. I'll let you walk ahead, so I can watch you cross the path covered with scattered rose petals. They'd look even more beautiful crushed under your feet, don't you think?"

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[xxsycamore]

@hypnossses asked for 😏 + Chevalier! Hope you enjoy and thank you! <3

[😏] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔-𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛。。。

CHEVALIER

"It's imported by Ruby. You know where Ruby is, don't you, simpleton?"

Sitting in the Foreign affairs faction's office, your desire to be helpful once again puts you under Chevalier's stern gaze as he explains the details of the trading deal behind certain imported goods. Ruby... Ruby is... you know where it is, vaguely...

You open your mouth to make a brave guess, barely dodging the eye daggers Chevalier throws your way before your lips even more to form a word, seemingly able to smell your doubt.

Think fast! What would Leon do when cornered in such situation? What about Yves? Nokto? Jin?"

Jin?! It's true that the man has some notable wits in himself, but your mind immediately goes to some tactics of his that are... rather unfit for this here.

Oh well. You're ending up getting unalived scolded anyway, what's the worst that can happen?

"I fear I don't know quite where Ruby is, Prince Chevalier... maybe you can get me a map? Because I got lost into your eyes."

...

...

"Out of my sight then. We'll make sure you never get lost again."

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[xxsycamore]

Can I please have 📜- Cite a love poem to them with Chevalier. Thank you 💖

[📜] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛。。。

Poem is "Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal" by Alfred Tennyson.

CHEVALIER

The morning is serene and glorious with the golden rays seeping through a gap in the heavy curtains. They fall on the bed you share with Chevalier - like the sun kissing the tiny waves on a windless day by the ocean; you follow their shapes around your body, around Chevalier's body. Disrupting the picture would prick your heart with sadness; you'd hate to put an end to the tranquil moment. But the new day awaits you, and so it does Chevalier.

Propping your heavy head on the weight of your arm, face resting in the cradle of your palm, you look at your love. He sleeps so calmly - at first glance one might say he keeps the stern expression on his face even when he sleeps, and that thought makes you chuckle - but you're more observant than that. Must be because you're sensitive to the littlest changes in his demeanor now. The way his eyebrows rest a tad higher, the way his lips are slightly agape... that's a tiger at rest.

One that you'll have to pull out of the slumber... as hard as that might be. But there has to be something to your advantage in the whole ordeal. Being difficult to awaken, Chevalier gives you the opportunity to gaze upon and relish his beauty. He won't wake up even if you were to...

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;

Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;

The first words leave your lips waveringly, the tingle of nervousness getting to them as you watch cautiously his forms. He doesn't as much as stir, and you gain confidence. The poem comes naturally to you, it's not the first time you remember it in a scene like this one. It's just that you've never recited it directly to him like that. And he is worth a thousand love poems whispered through loving lips.

You reach out with your other hand and tuck that long strand of blond hair behind his ear, as it is in the habit of frequently sneaking out to tickle his face.

Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:

The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.

The last part you mutter quietly as you shorten the distance, planting a kiss on his brow.

"Mmm..."

The tiger awakens with a low grunt. Your wrist is captured, and you're suddenly looking at the ceiling as Chevalier spins your world until he's caging you with his body from above. His breath is warm against the shell of your ear.

"Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,

And like a ghost she glimmers on to me."

It surprises you. It makes your heart beat faster as if it desperately wants to be heard by the man above you, a proof of how he makes you feel when words betray you.

"I know this poem. I've always thought it suited you better. To think that you would recite it to me..."

You chuckle as if you've gotten in trouble, but it takes nothing from the brilliance of the moment. The way Chevalier disrupted the sea of sun-kissed silk has created lovelier waves. A lot of smaller ones, and a big one that consists of his body on top of yours, the sheets draped over his broad shoulders. You kiss him good morning.

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[xxsycamore]

Anonymous asked for 🟫 & Comte!

[🟫] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚗-𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕。。。

COMTE:

"Ah... so assertive, ma chérie."

With the palm of your hand flat against the wall, five fingers spread and feeling the luxurious, embossed wallpaper underneath, your eyes lock with ancient amber ones. Surprise plays on Comte's features, similar in the way it does each time you inflict a spontaneous act of love upon him; a surprise kiss, a surprise hug... well, now, your idea was a bit extravagant indeed, but you're not regretting a thing. Quite the opposite.

Comte stays in place, body pressed against the wall - the tips of his well-polished shoes are situated between yours, his body heat is a breath away. A breath that you take in, take and take, unwilling to exhale and let this moment vanish into the air.

"Won't you do more? I know you can."

He plays a dangerous game, his eyes beckoning. The smile on his lips is deceivingly innocent, like many of his polite little smiles look. He wets his lips, mechanically, perhaps - yet you cannot take your eyes away from the shiny glow they acquire from that one simple and mindless action. You wonder how they'll look kissed. Maybe this time you can pay attention.

"Go on, my dear. Assertiveness suits you."

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[xxsycamore]

💋 with William please♡ (ikevil)

[💋] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜。。。

WILLIAM:

"You wanted to see me, little robin?"

The scarce lighting in the room is mostly coming from the tall window behind the desk - the candlelight submits meekly before the mystic luminous veil of moonlight. The fullmoon hangs high behind William's back, like a halo. There's something angelic about his stance, the pure white of his hair adding to the image... yet you know him better. Still, you walk to where he is seated behind the desk.

"Come here."

He needn't beckon, the distant-sounding thud of your shoes against the floor is unmistakable and your final destination could only be him. Stubbornly fighting against his intimidating aura, you summon your courage and climb into his lap.

One more thing, if he predicted your arrival in his welcoming embrace: you grasp his chin, and kiss him.

Despite your eyelids falling shut under the weight of the strong sensation, you push through to savour the picture - is he surprised? Is shock coloring his features, is the warmth on his cheeks red and visible in the frail moonlight...?—

Your tongue ceases its fierce attack on his mouth as you catch his expression. He's staring back at you, looking as if he never as much as blinked through the course of your ambush. Blood-red eyes focused on you as if they're twin daggers piercing through your very soul, William eyes you with a stern gaze. Unfazed.

The blood freezes in your veins, rendering you unable to lift a finger. Did you anger him?

Ah, but there is that smile, and the laughter follows. Dangerous and poisonous.

"Come on now, why did you stop?"

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[xxsycamore]

Happy Birthday to @coral-relevium ! She replied to a post of mine today, I tapped on her blog and found out it was her birthday - here is a little something to celebrate! 🎉🎉💗💗 Hope you like it! And have fun reading Gilbert's route soon! 💗

[😘] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙶𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔。。。

GILBERT:

"Mm? Do you want to eat me up one kiss at a time?"

Single red iris revealing itself more from the momentary surprise, Gilbert cradles your chin and brings it closer to his face, as if daring you to continue your slow devouring. Being this close, his scent floods your senses, making you hungry indeed... hungry for his love.

"No, no, little rabbit, you'll have to be good and wait until I'm done giving you all your gifts. I want to spoil you rotten today."

He leaves a poignant gap between you, like a bleeding wound. Pull and then push; even with the sweet promises, you're inclined to overdramatize his actions because you love him that much. He picks another box from the pile, removing the lid to reveal a shiny pair of new shoes, ones that suit your taste to perfection.

"Besides, your love will be burning tenfold for me at the end of today, won't it? I prefer to feel it just like that."

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[xxsycamore]

Today is @annis-rodoria-93 's birthday!! Happy Birthday, Annis! Thank you for being such a sweetheart, seeing you around and interacting with you is always so nice! ❤ I felt inspired to do a little something for you, I hope you'll like it! Have a great day today!

[💐] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜。。。

VINCENT:

"Ah! I really didn't expect this...!"

Vincent stares at the beautiful sunflower bouquet in your hands as you finally reveal what you've been hiding behind your back. The long-stemmed flowers are seemingly smiling back at Vincent as he alternates between looking away in shyness and laughing sincerely at the pleasant surprise.

"I just gave you a bouquet today for your birthday, and here you are returning the gesture so soon!"

You hug him, sneaking a kiss against his jaw while he's still busy thanking you and admiring the flowers in his hands. Offering to help him put them in a vase, you skip your way to the window sill. Vincent's clear blue eyes are trained to see beautiful sights that are sometimes invisible to others; and even though you outshine those little visions each time you enter his field of vision, he still notices it. Gasping and gently putting his hands over yours just before they can arrange the display in two separate vases, Vincent stops you and explains.

"Let's combine our bouquets. Here, let's use this vase, it's big enough, see? Just like that..."

His hands continue to linger and brush against yours as you both work to make his vision come into reality. There's something intimate and special about the simple ordeal of it, and you can't help but blush.

"Now, that looks very good, don't you think so? I feel like we should commemorate the way we- I mean, the bouquets... suit each other."

You feel your heart skip a beat at his implication. He must be talking about painting, and you really feel like running off to get the supplies now - one dose excitement, one dose "i-must-cool-off-right-this-instant".

Vincent watches your enthusiastic sprint to the door, not having a clue about how he set your heart aflutter. Then he's back to admiring the vase with the two bouquets, sunflowers protectively standing behind the smaller flowers he gave you - white tulips.

"Hehe, I couldn't even tell you that I wanted you to teach me how to draw those little versions of us today... what was that style called? Chibi? Hmm..."

Vincent ponders the thought as he waits for you to return. This and, how to make your birthday even more special. His love for you overflows in a way that he suspects would leave its mark on the painting he is about to paint together with you.

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[xxsycamore]

👉👈... 😘 with Gilbert?

[😘] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙶𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔。。。

GILBERT:

"Aren't you going to show your thankfulness to me, little bunny rabbit?"

Gilbert's smile reached up to his ears, his eye reducing to a content thin slit in the course of it. Up this close, you could count the individual slick tar-black eyelashes adorning his blood-red eye. If you had the leisure to.

Gilbert was referring to the protection he provided for you - protection you didn't ask for - as the brutal beast passed by the garden where you accompanied the Obsidianite prince to an afternoon lounge. Chevalier's mere presence on a normal day was... well, you don't want to say "insignificantly threatening", but you had your concerns right now, making you want to be anywhere else in the vast open world than in the place his gaze falls on.

It's Gilbert's fault. The blond hates him a handful already, but ever since you started associating yourself with the foreign prince... Chevalier's been looking at you with something akin to disgust. At least that's what it seemed to you, but you weren't interested about the details either. You just wished you could hide somewhere when Chevalier walked by on his way to the entrance... the words might have slipped past your lips.

"You ARE thankful, aren't you? As soon as the brutal beast approached, I pulled you in my lap... I wrapped my arms around you... I'm sure you weren't able to feel a smidgen of fear—Oh?"

Without giving it a second thought, you dived in and placed the proof of your gratitude on Gilbert's left cheek. Your pursed lips touched his cool skin and lingered there for a single second. In the next one, you were jumping to your feet, ready to dash your way to the opposite side of the palace, doing enough running to cool your head off. What a reckless thing to do...

A pair of arms wrapped around you, each one like a vicious snake happily enclosing its body around its dinner.

"Now, now, just where are you going? What if you run into Chevalier again? Stay in my hold a little longer. I will keep you nice and safe."

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[xxsycamore]

Anonymous asked for 🧵 + Elbert!

(includes references to Elbert's first and third bond stories.)

[🧵] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎。。。

ELBERT:

"Oh, it's you... I thought I heard footsteps outside my room."

Your hand flops to your side, having been just at the brink of successfully mustering the courage to knock on his bedroom door... after spending a good few minutes in the corridor, of course. Elbert looks as if he has just woken up - albeit presentable as ever, clad in his modish outfit - and you hurry to apologize for waking him up with your footsteps. You didn't realize when he shared he is easily awoken by noise that THIS would be enough to break his slumber...

"You don't have to apologize, it's something normal for me. Did you mean to come see me?"

Now that you've gone that far, you might as well give him the gift directly. You hold out the crocheted red rose you made for him, hoping he'd accept it. Behind his beautiful long lashes, the ice of his irises seemingly melts and transforms into a bright shade of rare surprise. He takes a hold of your gift between his deft fingers, giving it a little twirl.

"It's beautiful... it possesses frailty of its own, but not alike the ones in the garden. And Victor won't be upset since I didn't cut it from there..."

Even the act of lifting it to his face holds a certain finesse, and you helplessly stare as if witnessing a marble sculpture of a beautiful man come to life. He doesn't seem to mind one in a bit, instead meeting your sparkling gaze and curving the corners of his mouth ever so slightly.

"Thank you. If only it could hold the scent that compliments it, too. I'm not talking about the scent of roses, but rather, the scent of the one who crafted it."

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[xxsycamore]

Hello there! I finally mustered up the courage to request something! Could you try 🫂 for Yves?

Whenever you have time and the inspiration hits. Best wishes and congrats on the milestone! 🏅

Please, Scorchie, you should've come here earlier! It's my pleasure to write your request 🥺❤ And thank youuu!

[🫂] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚐 。。。

YVES:

"WAAAAH!!"

A baking spatula soars from Yves' hands up in the air, spinning a few times before landing on the floor where it creates a mini crime scene with the obscure thick red liquid getting smeared around. It's jam, obviously, but you can't deny it makes quite the questionable sight for anyone that might happen to walk in the kitchen.

Maybe that's why Yves tries to get himself free from your embrace and bend over to retrieve it, only... he's met with resistance coming from you.

"I... um... I'm sorry for getting startled like that, I didn't hear you walking in and..."

Oh no, I'm the one that should be apologizing, you mutter against his shoulder, arms still clasped around his middle like a koala. It's exactly because you're feeling guilty that you can't get yourself away from Yves right now! You're not afraid of facing him or anything like that, you know that he's not angry with you, it's just that... what began as a greeting hug is now an apologizing hug.

Yves understands perfectly. Sweet Yves. He sighs a little, caressing your arm where it wraps around him.

"I'm not going anywhere. The cake is almost done, so you'll get to taste it soon. Well, I'll need to wash my spatula first."

Another tug to escape your grasp, and it proves to be futile again.

"You're... You're so cuddly today! W-What's with you?!"

He might be facing away, but you can't miss the reddening tips of his ears. Your giggle is muffled in his shoulder, and it only makes you inhale more in the sweet aroma of his pastries. You toy with the ties of his apron and hold him in the middle of the kitchen, not wanting to let go. Oh, c'mon, you wouldn't only wash and return the utensil, you'll help him with the rest, too! Surely he wouldn't mind if you sate the need to cuddle him first, seeing that he seems to enjoy that just as much as you...

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[xxsycamore]

@yanderepuck asked for 💋 & Charles!

[💋] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜。。。

CHARLES:

"And we can visit whatever else you want around the place! I want to show you many beautiful sights... I'm falling in love with you all over again when you're admiring the scenery with those sparkly eyes of yours, don't you know? Ah, but maybe that way you'll look less at me..."

Daydreaming with Charles at the rooftop of the castle is something you should've done sooner. Paired with the plans you're currently making for a future trip, the night can't get any better. The stars above are enveloping you into their dreamy embrace like a blanket that outstretches further than the eye could see... but you're not getting sleepy at all. Charles keeps talking and talking, overexcited by the upcoming chance of spending special time with you on the trip. You like listening to him. You're just starting to worry he'll turn into a ball of pure electricity and roll down the roof if he keeps powering up like that with each new scenario that pops up in his head.

You reach out for the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. The words die on his lips the second they meet yours, and it looks like it's not an innocent little kiss at all. He parts his lips for you obediently, and you do more than enough to shut him up and then some. Your tongue swirls around his, but he doesn't stray from the dance - eager to follow, and to infect you with the passion that you're inflicting on him. You fight to leave him breathless and he fights to show you how much more of himself he could give into the kiss. He rolls ontop of you.

"Your lips are driving me insane... it's your fault that I can't think of anything innocent about you anymore tonight."

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[xxsycamore]

Hi, for the celebration, could you do 🟫 with Clavis? 😍

[🟫] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝。。。

CLAVIS:

"Dearie me! I've been pinned against the wall! Whatever is going to happen to me now...?"

You don't know what reaction you expected from Clavis, but you end up with more than you bargained for - the man quite literally sliiiideees down the wall until he's well below your line of sight - as if he desperately wants you to gaze upon him. He does look defenseless like that, hand bashfully covering his mouth... but you know it's just an act.

Well then, if he insists on going all the way...

It's a miracle that sweat hasn't beaded on your forehead as you slam your other hand against the wall, leaving a gasping Clavis in the tiny gap.

"You're so aggressive... If only my gentlemanliness could rub off on you more..."

The way he's turning his face to the side, you might really take the invite to at least put a little kiss against his cheek, even if he's going to say that you're devouring him like a beast. Before you get the chance, Clavis shakes his head and reaches for your hands - the warmth of his fingers can be felt even under the gloves as he gently slides between yours and the wall, making you withdraw from it. With entwined hands in the air, he turns you around until your knuckles meet with the wall again, this time you're the one pinned to it. But it felt strangely gentle...

"See, this is how a gentleman does kabe-don. Though, there is more I would like to teach you, as for what happens next..."

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[xxsycamore]

hi ~

how are you doing?? :D

sooo can I get 🫂 with Ellis (ikevil) pls?? <3

Hi, hi! I'm doing well, hbu? <3 Hope you enjoy!

[🫂] 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚐 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 。。。

ELLIS:

"Huh? Is something the matter?"

You can feel Ellis tensing up a little from the surprise hug, but his posture relaxes in just another second. His arms eventually find their place on your back, simply holding you there.

"Ah... it must be Jude."

It's not too hard to imagine, you're guessing, that in the center of those gloomy feelings of yours is yet another rude remark coming from the man in question. If anyone knows Jude well, it would be Ellis - and a part of you worries that you might be seeking solace in the wrong arms, but it doesn't look like Ellis would defend him instead of you just because of the contract they have... right?

"There, there... you know how Boss is. Don't listen to him..."

Your worries melt, but it's not just them - at this point your whole solid state is in danger of melting to a content, warm puddle on the ground. And that would mean slipping away from Ellis' strong arms, so you need to focus and keep your composure.

"There we go, it seems like you're calming down... I was able to hear your pulse, you know... you're like a small animal running away from a predator. It makes me want to protect you."

...And keeping calm becomes harder and harder to do, despite what Ellis says. If he hears your pulse quickening again, would he resort to hugging you extra tight, to make the "anxiety" go away...?

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[xxsycamore]

Can I have 💌 with Silvio?

[💌] 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 。。。

SILVIO:

Silvio sits at the edge of his desk, looking at the letter in his left hand, as the right one is busy retrieving an ornate letter-opening dagger from a drawer behind him - the movements performed blindly but not necessary with clumsiness, as the sharp edge of the dagger meets the envelope in just another second.

The aroma of roses invades the room, and Silvio lets the empty envelope dance in the air and land somewhere on the floor, disregarded.

He brings the piece of paper closer to his nose, briefly closing his eyes. Lips remaining in a thin line, his imagination is quick at work, as if the aroma brings your presence to him. However, there's no use of daydreaming when he holds a better reminder of you right there in his hands.

My sea-kissed prince,

Being without you is a punishment, and the days are so dull. When I'm without you, the minutes are stretching out like hours, and the hours go on for millennia. I crave your strong embrace, your scent, your loving kisses. Either come to me this instant, or send me a letter holding your aroma, like I did, else I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.

Yours truly... and madly in love,

Silvio reads your name out loud, dissatisfied with the way it falls on deaf ears. He snorts a laugh at his own melancholy, but seeing that you're no better than him, he finds it laudable. Since when you two turned out to be such lovestruck fools?

"Like hell is some perfumed letter enough for you."

Silvio takes his cape from the backrest of his chair, putting the letter in the inner pocket of his coat, close to his heart.

With a swoosh of his midnight-blue cape, now secured on his shoulders, he makes his exit from the room.

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