#andreas adeliger

[just-the-mage]

“It’s three in the morning.” and “We could get arrested for this.” :D

This will come in two pieces, because the first one became such an extended story!

‘It’s Three A.M.!’

Warnings: This is definitely NSFW! Just something to keep in mind :)

 Evangeline rolled over in bed, just barely disturbed by the rapping at her front door.  It grew louder, causing her to groan and rub her eyes, fighting the sleep that threatened to consume her once more. She opened her eyes slightly at the sound of a familiar voice calling at the front door of her and Solenna’s comfortable cottage in the Lavender Beds. She gazed groggily around the room, taking in her surroundings, colours muted by the darkness that permeated her room and licked at the windowsill, pushed back by the soft light of the moon that danced in place before her. Their room was the same as it had always been, a four poster bed, heavy dressers on each wall, and her cello perched by the doorway. Roughly half of the floor was covered in clothing tossed about lackadaisically by Solenna, which she had promised to clean up this afternoon.  As thoughts of Solenna pierced through the veil of Evangeline’s grogginess, she began to come to her senses. She looked to her right, where the Mi’qote girl usually slept, but her side of the bed lay empty. 

“Wha…?” Evangeline halfway exclaimed, sitting up in bed. Where was she?  Hadn’t they just bedded down together? Evangeline looked around. No sign of her…perhaps the loo? And then the realisation came to her, snapping her across the face like the branch of a sapling. Solenna was overnighting for the Doma restoration effort. Tonight, in fact, was her first night away. Evangeline flopped back onto her bed, grabbing the pillow from Solenna’s side. She pressed it into her face and groaned. Eva hated sleeping alone. Ever since she had started sleeping with a partner, her mind had been so much more at ease. Before meeting Solenna she had struggled to sleep peacefully, the stress of the primals, the Garleans, and all manner of other evils hanging over her head nightly.  Tonight was no exception-without Solenna by her side she had tossed and turned for hours before finally reaching a state of blessed unconsciousness. Which made the knocking at the door that much more infuriating. 

“Eeeeeeevvvvaaaaaa,” a distant cry echoed through her house, just loud enough to keep her from drifting off again. Evangeline rolled out of bed. She was going to kick Andy’s ass. 

 Andreas Adliger stood at the door, knocking incessantly. He figured Evangeline would get there eventually, but only if he didn’t give up. 

“Eeevvaaaa,” he shouted for the third time, a bit more halfheartedly than the last two.  It would be awfully nice of her to let him in, since it was raining a bit out here, pitter-pattering on his shining blue armor. He couldn’t really afford to let it rust, so he hoped she’d get the door soon. Today had been a whirlwind, and Andy had found himself crossing blades with more than one vagabond fancying themselves a samurai. They were disappointed to find that a spear has much greater reach than a samurai sword. More than that, he had spent some time with his people in the Azim Steppe. It had been some time since he had left for Ishgard to learn the ways of the dragoon, so he found himself with more than one person to catch up with. 

 He raised his hand to the solid oak door to knock again when it flew open with a SLAM, contacting with the wall on the inside of the house almost instantly. Andy winced. Solenna would be furious…this house was her baby.  In front of him, though, was exactly the viera he had come to see. Evangeline stood 6 fulms, 2 ilms tall, garbed in a lace tank top and short silk pyjama shorts, her face flushed bright red as she stared up at Andy’s habitually grinning countenance.  She took a deep breath. 

“ANDREAS ADELIGER, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS? ITS THREE AM! DON’T YOU HAVE ANYWHERE ELSE TO ‘CRASH FOR THE NIGHT?’  SOLENNA ISN’T EVEN HERE!!”  She stood there, her face still red, staring daggers at him as she caught her breath. 

“You done?” Andy said, placing his hand on the doorframe. 

Evangeline sighed dejectedly. “Yes, I suppose I am. Why did you have to wake me, though? You know I can’t sleep when Solenna’s away.”  Evangeline paused. “Or did you come here for her? She’s overnighting in Doma for the restoration.”

 Evangeline stepped back from the door, her fury abated. She looked exhausted, her shoulders slumped as she moved aside and ushered Andy in.  

“Difficult as it may be for you to believe, I knew Solenna was in Doma. She’s been talking about the restoration pretty much nonstop lately, so I had assumed she might spend a bit more time there coming up.”  

Evangeline looked over at him quizzically, flopping down on the couch. 

“My timing may be off, but I came here to see you, Eva.  I thought you could use some company. And I’m my own first choice as far as company is concerned so I assumed that I would at least be your second.” 

Evangeline chuckled, bemused. “I suppose when you really get down to it, I’m happy to see you, Andy.  I’m still pissed at you for waking me up. Don’t think that’s going away anytime soon.”  

Andy laughed his raspy laugh, attempting to wave away her words.  “I would expect nothing less from you.”  Andy leaned in closer to her.  “But what’s this though?  The great Evangeline Cross brought low without the presence of her lady love?  You seem pretty down. Seriously.”

Evangeline huffed at him, her face brightening immediately with a blush as she turned her head to the side, unable to look him in the eyes.  “Oh please, brought low?  I’m as much myself as I’ve ever been.  I won’t say I don’t miss Solenna, but I am perfectly capable of being by myself.”  She sat up straight, almost puffing herself up as if she were a peacock.  

“Perfectly capable, eh?” Andy said, inspecting his fingernails.  “I came to the door at odd hours, which is far from unusual, and you exploded at me.  Usually you stagger downstairs, careful not to wake our girl, let me in, and sneak back up without a whisper.”  

Evangeline’s blush brightened, it’s color now almost matching her hair.  

“And on top of that, you haven’t even admonished me for checking you out when I came in.  Which I’m still doing, by the way.”  His eyes were now undoubtedly focused on her long legs, his gaze wandering up her body towards her still furiously blushing face.

“You-I…I…how…dare…”  She said, turning to face him, her mouth agape.  

“You seem lost for words, princess.  I’ll give you a second.”  Andy placed a hand under his chin and stared at her expectantly.  

“You are unbeLIEVABLE!”  Evangeline managed to gasp.  

Andy threw back his head and laughed, his eyes bright and delighted.  “That’s what they all say!  They usually say it after things have gotten a little more intimate, though.”  He leaned back, clearly satisfied with himself.  

Finally, a weak spot! A crack in the armor that was Evangeline Cross’s icy exterior.  He couldn’t believe he hadn’t tried this before.  He had assumed she didn’t have any interest in men, that he would be brushed off without a second thought.  But this was different from how he had seen her before.  She was…cute.  Extremely cute, in her innocence.  He really must’ve caught her off guard.  And he had to see more.  

So he did the first thing that came to his mind, and started taking off his armor.  

“Wh-what are you doing?” Evangeline stammered, averting her eyes and crossing her arms, her closed stance only really serving to accentuate her already noticeable curves.  

“You can’t expect me to sleep in my armor, can you?  It’s late, like you said.  Maybe we should both get to bed.”  

“Oh…” Eva said, trying and failing to hide the tone of disappointment in her voice.  She looked back to him.  “Of course.  We certainly should, plenty to do tomorrow as usual.  The work of the warriors of light is never done.”  She smiled ruefully.  

 Andy now stood in front of her, his armor placed unusually neatly behind the sectional they had both been sitting on.  Once coated head to toe in shining blue armor adorned with draconic spikes, his garb now consisted of a cotton undershirt and hempen kecks that fell just below his knee.  Evangeline couldn’t help but notice his frame, broad even for an Au Ra, his stature honestly unparalleled amongst any man she had met.  His undershirt was…rather tight.  It revealed more than she had expected.  But she was still quite surprised when he took it off.  She thought her head would burst as the blood rushed back to her face.  No one had ever dared…no one had ever been this forward with her.  

It was Andy though…it could easily be him being forward or him teasing her.  He loved to push her buttons, and she had inadvertently led him to her greatest weakness.  Sure, she had experience in-in bed with Solenna, but flirting wasn’t really something they had done.  Solenna was such an emotional being, and more than teasing or flirting, it had always been about their emotional connection.  Not about bodies, heat,, the raw passion that existed between two beings twisted together in pure, unadulterated ecstasy.  Evangeline shook her head, attempting to banish the thought.  Twelve, where had that come from? 

 Evangeline looked away.  “Come on, Andy…don’t tease me about this.  We’re both with Solenna, but it doesn’t mean you have to pretend to be interested in me, too.”  Andy looked at her, visibly confused.

“How is this the one thing you’re not overflowing with confidence about?”

“What…?” She said, turning her eyes to him quizzically.  

“I don’t have to pretend to be interested in you.  I just am.  I never pursued it because I thought you were full-on gay for Solenna!”. 

Evangeline paused for a second, and started giggling.  She covered her mouth with her hand, but something about the way he said it tickled her.  “Ahh…sorry,” she said, wiping her eyes.  “I guess I never did put up a huge sign that says ‘I’m bisexual,’ have I?” 

“So hang on one second.  Are you telling me you would’ve gone for it?”

“For what?”

“If I flirted with you.  How dense can you get?”

“I mean, yes.  Ass.  Solenna and I agreed on an extra partner or partners as long as we both approve of them.  And she obviously appro-” 

Before she could even finish her sentence, he had swept her into his arms and kissed her.  And she kissed him back, leaning into it-no thought, just passion.  

 Standing together, his arms wrapped around her, she felt…safe.  She hadn’t expected to feel this way, not tonight, not like this.  She melted into him, relaxing, placing her own hands along the small of his bare back, caressing the thick corded muscle that led up to his shoulder blades.  Her hands ran over countless scars, the mark of a Dotharl clan Au Ra, a warrior, always immersed in battle.  His body was so warm, radiating heat that washed over her, consuming her such that she barely noticed when he grasped her thighs in powerful hands and lifted her from the ground.  She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, clinging to him as he turned deftly and roughly pushed her against the wall, eliciting a gasp of surprised pleasure from Evangeline.  He nipped at her lower lip, breaking the kiss to move his mouth to her neck.  He kissed and licked his way down the length of her neck, and ran his tongue the length of her collarbone as he pulled up her shirt, exposing her breasts with a delighted chuckle.  Still holding her up with one hand curled around her rear, he slid his other hand across her back and into the curve of her waist, dragging his fingernails lightly across her skin.  He put his mouth to her now exposed nipple, licking and biting at it lightly, causing Evangeline to let out a moan of pleasure.  Heat now filled her body, overwhelming her, making every inch of her sensitive to Andy’s ravenous advances.  He brought his mouth to hers again, kissing her, his tongue eagerly exploring, twisting together with hers.  

 He pulled her from the wall, drawing her into the warmth of his chest and spinning her around to set her down on the couch they had both been sitting at earlier.  Evangeline was initially a bit disappointed by this-being picked up and tossed around was something she hadn’t really experienced before, and she quite enjoyed it.  Her disappointment vanished, however, as he took off her shorts in a single sweeping motion, kneeling to the ground to bring his mouth to the pulsing heat at her center.  He touched his tongue to her clit, licking and kissing it, making her shudder and twist her body, wanting for more.  He held her in place, his arms wrapped around her legs, and pulled her legs further apart, searching for a better angle.  His tongue was everywhere at once, on her clit, her thighs, the soft crease between her leg and her waist.  She let out a louder moan, though, when he brought his two fingers to her center, inserting them slowly and softly.  Her hands searched about frantically, desperately looking for something to grab onto, some kind of purchase for her to use to contain herself.  One found his arm, and gripped it tightly, so tightly that she could feel her fingernails digging into it.  She didn’t care.  Neither did he.  The other found the back of his head, and immediately twined into his dark hair, pulling him closer to her, demanding more.  His hands moved to her rear, greedily tonguing her clit, panting with desire.  She spasmed, whimpering, as the pleasure became almost too much to bear, and managed to spit out through gritted teeth, 

“Put it…put…put it in…”

Andy grinned.  She couldn’t see his face but she knew he had to be grinning.  He gave her a fleeting lick, and pulled his face back.  

“I’m sorry, princess, but I couldn’t hear you.  What was that?” 

“You…asshole…” He continued with his fingers, caressing her, teasing her.

“If you want me to do something, you’ll have to beg for it.”  Andy’s smile widened.

“GOD I HATE YOU JUST PUT YOUR DICK IN ME ALREADY!” She screamed, the words falling from her mouth in a jumble.  Andy smirked, standing.

“I suppose that’s the best I’m going to get out of you,” he said, standing to remove his kecks.  She was certainly impressed by what lay underneath them-it was above average in size, but not painfully big.  And definitely, absolutely, ready for her.  She held her breath as he leaned down towards her, gently spreading her legs, and sliding himself gently into her. 

“Ohhhhh….myyy….” escaped from her lips, the thundering of her heart playing in her ears like a drum, the pure sensation of his cock inside her flaring through her body, the want, the need unbearable.

“This positioning is a bit awkward for me,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off the couch again, still inside her, eliciting an ‘oh!’ from Evangeline.  Before she realized it again her back was to the wall, his hips to hers, and her legs were wrapped around his back.  It was Andy’s turn to let out a breathy moan, obviously enjoying the new position.  He moved, slowly at first, reaching a steady rhythm, the heat between her legs growing white hot surrounding him.  Gasping with pleasure, she writhed against him, feeling herself growing closer to climax.  

“Faster,” she was able to squeak out.  He was happy to oblige, kissing her neck as their hips met again and again, a fervor taking the two of them over.  She was so close…and then he did something.  She didn’t know what it was, how he did it, or what happened, but it pushed her over the top.  She spasmed against him, her release overtaking her body as her legs shook and her body convulsed in ecstasy, the heat radiating from within her.  He held her steady, but barely slowed his pace.  He was breathing harder now, gasping and groaning as she clutched at any part of his body she could touch.  

“I’m not done with you, yet…” He whispered in her ear, the heat of his breath tickling her as she quivered, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he continued to move inside her.  It was wonderful.  Agonizing.  Delicious.  The feeling was her whole world right now. The pulse of him inside her.  The rasp of her fingers against his scales.  After what seemed like an eternity, moments dragged out into eons of the two of them panting, pressed against each other, locked into an embrace of passionate lust.  She felt his knees go weak as he climaxed, warmth spreading within her as he released, somehow still supporting her, his cock still inside her.  It would be a few moments before either of them could move.  But they finally, shakily extracted themselves, eventually collapsing into a sweaty tangle of limbs on the couch.  

Evangeline laid her head on Andy’s chest, her long fuzzy ears tickling his nose, twitching in the afterglow.  She felt as if she could barely move, her legs weak, her whole body still tingling from the pleasure of her orgasm.  She kissed his chest, and looked up at him.

“I suppose…all is forgiven,” she said.  Andy threw back his head, laughing.

“I’m so glad you approve, princess! Glad to find myself in your good graces for once.” he said, mockingly.  Evangeline sighed.  

“Your mouth really has a way of ruining what your body accomplishes…you know that?” she said, yawning.  

Andy looked down at her, thoughtful.  He had been about to return fire with another quip, but she was already fast asleep, tucked in beside him, her legs twined around his.  He supposed he would give her a pass.  Just this once.  He settled in, protectively drawing her peacefully sleeping form close to his, and closed his eyes. 

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This was quite the undertaking! I’ve never written smut before and it was a lot of fun.  Huge thanks to my two best friends, @antihypnophobia and @eremiss, creators of the characters Andreas Adeliger and Solenna Redashi respectively for beta reading this for me!

[antihypnophobia]

Andreas Adeliger

Main Class: Dragoon

Height: 7′2

Weight: 200 lbs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Black with gold limbal rings

He prides himself on being the comedic relief and actively avoids taking anything seriously if he can help it. He lives with the assertive Viera Evangeline Cross and cinnamon roll Mi’quote Solenna Redashi. His complicated relationships with Estinien and Aymeric is nothing short of immensely entertaining for his two housemates. 

[rejser-i-asien]

Amalfikysten er en oplagt destination til en bryllupsrejse

Amalfikysten, beliggende i Salerno-provinsen i det sydlige Italien, er berømt for sin smukke kyststrækning, og de maleriske og charmerende byer.

Amalfikysten “La Costiera Amalfitana” betegnes med rette som en verdens smukkeste kyststrækninger, og strækker sig fra Positano til Vietri.

Amalfikysten er en helt betagende strækning, det er et af de steder, man er nødt til at opleve inden man dør, og helst i selskab med en man elsker, så det er en oplagt destination til en bryllupsrejse. Har man set denne kyststrækning, er den næste oplagte destination nok en rundrejse Asien med din partner.

Pastelfarvede huse, og eksklusive villaer og hoteller med imponerende haver ligger pakket op ad klipperne, og gaderne er ofte snørklede stræder, hvor der - heldigvis - ikke er plads til biler.

Det er et dyrt og velbesøgt område, især i sommermånederne, men hvis man kommer udenfor sæsonen, kan man være heldig at finde nogle rolige dage, hvor man kan nyde det skønne solskinsvejr, den fantastiske natur og de idylliske landsbyer.

Amalfikysten er blevet erklæret verdensarv af Unesco. Dens vigtigste byer er Amalfi, Positano og Ravello.

Om Amalfi

Amalfi er den populære turistby der har lagt navn til amalfikysten, og derfor er hovedstrøget ofte særdeles tætpakket.

Amalfi har en stolt historie som søfartsrepublik og mange seværdigheder, bla. en vidunderlig domkirke, og havde også en fremtrædende position i middelalderens arkitektur med værker som byens katedral, Sankt Andreas, og klostret Chiostro del Paradiso.

Piazza dei Dogi er et hyggeligt lille torv, der ligger helt omgivet af lyse bygninger på alle sider. Torvet er en fredfyldt lille oase i den travle by, som de færreste turister når frem til, men hvor mange lokale spiser på de tre restauranter.

Positano

Positano ligger med sine hvide og pastelfarvede huse som et gigantisk amfiteater omkring en naturlig havn. En stor del af byen ligger på en bjergskråning med udsigt over kysten.

Man kan bl.a besøge de tre klippefyldte småøer lige ud for kysten ved Positano, hvor sirenerne sang for Odysseus, og hvorr Nureyev byggede en sommervilla, hvilket ikke er mærkeligt, for stedet har noget af det mest klare vand, man kan finde.

Den mest iøjnefaldende bygning er den store, lysegule kirke Santa Maria dell'Assunta, hvis kuppel er beklædt med de for området så karakteristiske grønne og gule majolica-fliser. Kirken er Positanos vartegn og kan ses fra stort set hele byen.

Ravello

Byen har med sin ophøjede beliggenhed, fantastiske udsigt og solrige, tørre klima tiltrukket kunstnere gennem århundreder: Ibsen, vores egen H.C. Andersen og Wagner, som komponerede dele af operaen Parsifal, mens han boede i Villa Rufolo.

Ravello havde sin storhedstid for 1000 år siden, da en gruppe adelige fra Amalfi søgte dertil på grund af stridigheder med dogen i Amalfi. I Ravello fandt de den perfekte placering til at drive søfart.

Fra Ravello til Amalfi er der kun 5 kilometer og små 30 kilometer til hovedbyen Salerno.

Vejret

Med et typisk middelhavsklima, starter sommertemperaturerne faktisk i maj, hvor den gennemsnitlige dagstemperatur er 22°C, og minimum falder til behagelige 12°C.

Om sommeren er der bogstaveligt talt garanti for godt vejr i Amalfi med normalt otte-ti daglige solskinstimer.

Minimumstemperaturerne om sommeren svinger fra ca. 15°C til 18°C om dagen. Det er også den tørreste tid på året. Den højeste gennemsnitstemperatur i juni, juli og august er omkring 30 grader.

September regnes også med til sommeren med temperaturer på 25-26 grader, og helt ind i oktober holder badevandet sig godt over 20.

Vintrene er milde, og bliver sjældent ekstremt kolde. Gennemsnitlig minimumstemperatur, der kan måles om natten, er 3°C til 4°C, og om dagen gennemsnitligt 12°C til 13°C.

Det bedste tidspunkt for et besøg er foråret, temperaturerne er behagelige, og trængselen på stranden og ved de kendte seværdigheder i området er ikke så stor.

Et besøg på Amalfikysten er ikke fuldendt uden en sejltur langs kysten. Fra vandet ser man det evigt skrånende landskab, byerne og amalfikysten fra en helt anden vinkel, der er lige så fortryllende som set oppe fra land.

[dermontag]

Weniger Jetset, mehr Großmutter Caroline von Monaco lässt es zum 65. ruhig angehen 23.01.2022, 12:27 Uhr Nach dem Tod ihrer berühmten Mutter Grace Kelly muss sie früh Verantwortung im Mini-Fürstentum an der Côte d'Azur übernehmen und verleiht dem monegassischen Hof Glamour. Zuletzt wird es stiller um Caroline von Monaco - wie genau sie ihren Geburtstag verbringt, ist ein gut gehütetes Geheimnis. Das Zirkusfestival von Monte-Carlo ist jedes Jahr Ende Januar nicht nur eine Bühne für waghalsige und originelle Artisten aus aller Welt - auch die monegassische Herrscherfamilie präsentiert sich zu dem Ereignis in der Fürstenloge. Zumeist rahmte das Festival auch den Geburtstag von Prinzessin Caroline am 23. Januar ein. Wegen der Corona-Pandemie wurde das Festival dieses Jahr abgesagt. Glückwünsche auf dem Galaabend mit der Crème de la Crème des Kleinstaats an der Côte d'Azur wird Caroline also zu ihrem 65. Geburtstag nicht entgegennehmen können. Wie und in welchem Rahmen die Prinzessin ihren Geburtstag feiert, wurde nicht bekannt. Das sei eine private Angelegenheit, verlautete es aus dem monegassischen Fürstenpalast. Eine öffentliche Feier werde aber nicht vorbereitet. Im Kreis der Herrscherfamilie war Prinzessin Caroline zuletzt am Nationalfeiertag am 19. November öffentlich zu sehen. Mit Fürst Albert II., Prinzessin Stéphanie und anderen Mitgliedern der Familie nahm sie an der feierlichen Messe in der Kathedrale von Monaco teil. Schon länger ist es ruhig geworden um die einstige Märchenprinzessin aus dem Haus Grimaldi, die als Teil des internationalen Jetsets bekannt war. In den Fußstapfen von Grace Kelly Die älteste Tochter des 2005 gestorbenen Fürsten Rainier III. und der US-Filmlegende Grace Kelly ("Über den Dächern von Nizza") spielt im Kulturleben des Felsenstaates eine wichtige Rolle. Sie ist zudem seit langem Präsidentin einer von ihrer Mutter gegründeten, international tätigen Kinderhilfsorganisation. Straßenkinder im afrikanischen Kongo nennen sie einfach "Mama Caroline". All dies sind Aufgaben, die Caroline, obwohl sie längst vielfache Großmutter ist, an einen Ruhestand mit 65 sicher nicht denken lassen. Glanz und Glamour, Leid und Drama ziehen sich durch das Leben der Caroline Louise Marguerite von Monaco. Erzogen im englischen Ascot, heiratete sie 1978 gegen den Willen der Eltern den 17 Jahre älteren Versicherungsmann und Playboy Philippe Junot. Zwei Jahre später war sie geschieden. 1983 gab sie dem Italiener Stefano Casiraghi das Jawort. Am 3. Oktober 1990 verunglückte die Liebe ihres Lebens dann bei einem Rennbootunfall bei Monaco tödlich. Die drei gemeinsamen Kinder Andrea, Charlotte und Pierre wurden Halbwaisen. Bereits 1982 wurde Carolines Mutter bei einem Autounfall aus dem Leben gerissen. Nach diesem Unglück unterstützte Caroline ihren Vater Rainier tatkräftig, stieg zu einer Art "First Lady" des Ministaats auf und übernahm Verantwortung. "Ich erfülle nur meine Pflicht und warte darauf, dass mein Bruder heiratet", dann nämlich müsse dessen Frau die repräsentativen Aufgaben übernehmen, bekannte damals die Adelige. Doch bis dahin dauerte es noch einige Zeit: 2011 erst im Alter von 53 Jahren gab Fürst Albert II. der aus Südafrika stammenden Charlène Wittstock das Jawort. Neue Generation bringt wieder Glamour nach Monaco Längst hatte Caroline sich an ihrem Geburtstag 1999 mit dem Deutschen Ernst August Prinz von Hannover vermählt und heißt seitdem offiziell auch Caroline von Hannover. Die gemeinsame Tochter der beiden, Alexandra Prinzessin von Hannover, ist inzwischen 23 Jahre alt. Trotz des Titels ist Caroline in Niedersachsen so gut wie nicht zu sehen. Ihr Ehemann, der Chef des Adelsgeschlechts der Welfen, fehlt indes bei gesellschaftlichen Ereignissen in Monaco schon seit vielen Jahren. Er hielt sich zuletzt vor allem auf seinem Anwesen in Oberösterreich auf. Gemeinsame öffentliche Auftritte liegen lange zurück. Der schillernde Lebensstil der Grimaldis und die Tragödien in der Familie rückten Caroline schon als junge Frau in den Fokus von Paparazzi und der Boulevard-Medien. Der Schutz ihrer Privatsphäre wurde für sie im Lauf der Jahre ein besonderes Anliegen. Sie zog dafür durch viele juristische Instanzen, bis hin vor den Europäischen Gerichtshof für Menschenrechte in Straßburg. Längst steht inzwischen aber die nächste Generation der Monaco-Adeligen im Rampenlicht. Carolines jüngster Sohn aus ihrer zweiten Ehe, Pierre Casiraghi (34), gehört inzwischen mit seiner aus einer italienischen Aristokratenfamilie stammenden Ehefrau Beatrice zu einem der Glamour-Paare des Fürstentums. Über ihr Privatleben geben die beiden aber wenig preis. Auch Tochter Charlotte Casiraghi (35) hat längst geheiratet und inzwischen zwei Kinder und ist häufig in Hochglanzblättern zu sehen.

[trevorbmccalli]

Prinzessin Caroline von Monaco feiert 60. Geburtstag

Monaco. Das 41. Zirkusfestival in Monte-Carlo hat seine Pforten geöffnet – und eine prominente Besucherin in der Fürstenloge dürfte eine ganz besondere Aufmerksamkeit genießen: Prinzessin Caroline, die ältere Schwester von Fürst Albert II. von Monaco. Sie wird am Montag (23. Januar) 60 Jahre alt.

Welchen Look wird die einstige Märchenprinzessin aus dem Kleinstaat an der Côte dAzur wählen, die seit ihrer Hochzeit mit dem Deutschen Ernst August Prinz von Hannover auch Caroline von Hannover heißt? Vor einem Jahr sah man sie gut gelaunt und chic gekleidet unter der Zirkuskuppel.

Der Galaabend des Festivals ist diesmal für den Dienstag (24. Januar) geplant, einen Tag nach ihrem 60. Geburtstag. Für ihren Ehrentag der Prinzessin selbst ist Diskretion angesagt. Eine öffentliche Feier werde nicht vorbereitet, verlautet aus dem monegassischen Fürstenpalast.

Modekenner schätzen die stilvolle Eleganz der Aristokratin, die inzwischen auch Großmutter ist. Die älteste Tochter des 2005 gestorbenen Fürsten Rainier III. und der glamourösen US-Schauspielerin Grace Kelly („Über den Dächern von Nizza”) spielt im Kulturleben des Felsenstaates eine wichtige Rolle. Sie ist zudem seit langem Präsidentin einer von ihrer Mutter gegründeten, international tätigen Kinderhilfsorganisation. Straßenkinder im afrikanischen Kongo nennen sie einfach „Mama Caroline”.

Monaco – das sind gängigen Klischees zufolge die Schönen und Reichen dieser Welt, vor dem Hintergrund einer Postkartenidylle am Mittelmeer. Carolines Biografie zeigt, dass es neben praller Sonne auch viel Schatten geben kann. Am 3. Oktober 1990 verunglückte ihr damaliger Mann Stefano Casiraghi bei einem Rennbootunfall tödlich. Die drei gemeinsamen Kinder Andrea, Charlotte und Pierre wurden Halbwaisen. Bereits 1982 war Carolines in Monaco Gracia Patricia genannte Mutter bei einem Autounfall aus dem Leben gerissen worden.

Nach diesem Unglück musste Caroline Louise Marguerite Grimaldi Verantwortung übernehmen, stieg an der Seite ihres Vaters Rainier zu einer Art „First Lady” des Ministaats auf. „Ich erfülle nur meine Pflicht und warte darauf, dass mein Bruder heiratet”, bekannte die Adelige einst in einem Interview vor gut 20 Jahren.

Dieser Schritt sollte noch etwas dauern. Ihr ein Jahr jüngerer Bruder Fürst Albert II. gab erst mit 53 – vor fünfeinhalb Jahren – der aus Südafrika stammenden Charlene Wittstock das Jawort. Das Paar hat inzwischen Zwillinge im Alter von zwei Jahren.

Als junge, bildhübsche Frau wurde Caroline von Paparazzi verfolgt. Der Schutz ihrer Privatsphäre wurde für sie im Lauf der Jahre ein besonderes Anliegen. Sie zog dafür durch viele juristische Instanzen. Der Europäische Gerichtshof für Menschenrechte in Straßburg wies aber vor drei Jahren eine Beschwerde Carolines über Urlaubsfotos in der Regenbogenpresse endgültig ab.

Inzwischen rückt die neue Generation des Monaco-Clans ins Rampenlicht – und lässt dabei auch früheres Leid vergessen. Carolines Kinder sind dabei stilprägend. So heiratete ihr jüngster Sohn Pierre Casiraghi (29) vor eineinhalb Jahren die aus einer alten italienischen Aristokratenfamilie stammende Beatrice Borromeo. Tochter Charlotte Casiraghi (30) ist häufig in Hochglanzblättern zu sehen und hat einen drei Jahre alten Sohn namens Raphaël.

Auf Bildern der fürstlichen Familie ist auch Alexandra Prinzessin von Hannover (17) zu sehen – die gemeinsame Tochter von Caroline und ihrem dritten Ehemann Ernst August Prinz von Hannover. Der 62-Jährige fehlt dagegen schon seit Jahren bei gesellschaftlichen Ereignissen in Monaco – bereits bei Fürst Alberts Hochzeit im Jahr 2011.

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[just-the-mage]

Ala Mhigo

The heat of battle nearly overwhelmed her.  The resistance had been discovered...but they just needed to hold out for a little while longer.  Just long enough for the women and children to escape.  

Evangeline reached out with a hand covered in a gauntlet of black steel, easily bypassing the guard of the Garlean soldier.  Her hand gripped to his fully masked face, clinging to it as if it was magnetically attracted.  Darkness swelled from her palm, enhancing her strength once more as she closed her hand, crushing the man's helmet and face in one swift motion.  She tossed his corpse to the side and scanned the battlefield, moving her now bloody gauntlet to the hilt of her sword.  She drew it forth-a massive sword of black steel with edges lined with glowing yellow runes.  

The others seemed to be holding out well enough-Solenna was only a few yalms to her left, flitting across the lake that lay in the center of Rhalger's Reach, firing off flashes of elemental spells in all directions.  Her feet barely touched the water, the air beneath her carrying her gracefully towards another group of Garlean soldiers.  Evangeline couldn't help but smile at the sight.  Solenna was unparalelled in her talent for red magic.  She made every fight look like a dance, weaving the delicate balance between darkness and light into her movements, her magic, and the swift piercing death her rapier brought.  

Evangeline casually cleaved another Garlean soldier nearly in half, sending his body tumbling into the dirt at her feet.  His blood decorated her armor now.  She moved to look for the others, but a yelp caught her attention. Her eyes barely caught a glimpse of Solenna as she flipped backwards, soaring through the air away from...Zenos Yae Galvus.

"Solenna!!" Eva cried out, making to run in her direction.  Her path, however, was blocked.  There were more Garlean soldiers here than she had expected-more than just a scouting party.  This had been fully premeditated.  A wall of dark garlean armor hemmed her in, soldiers approaching from all sides, carefully holding their blades towards her poised to strike at once...and they did.  But each and every blade stopped short.  A wall of shadows rose to meet them, surrounding Evangeline, encasing her in darkness, runes of red and black spiraling across the bubble that protected her from the Garleans. 

"Get out...OF MY WAY." She screamed, the darkness around her roiling with her fury.  The soldiers stumbled back, directly into the blades of darkness that punched up through their armor from the black pool swirling underneath Evangeline's feet.  The platoon collapsed around her, impaled by seething darkness, their empty eyes staring up at the sky.  The sky over Ala Mhigo.  The sky they tried to take from Ala Mhigans.  Evangeline immediately broke into a run, moving towards Solenna as she danced with Zenos.  

 Solenna dodged effortlessly around Zenos's wildly slashing blades, the winds carrying her well clear of his reach.  Electricity lit up upon her fingertips, and she threw her armo forward, emitting a bright red bolt of crackling power that struck Zenos directly in the chest, causing him to stagger backwards, spasming.  He righted himself, only to find his armor exploding out from his chest, fire consuming the entire front of his body and blackening his skin in the blaze.  With that, Solenna was upon him.  A blur of motion that Evangeline could barely make out at the distance she was from the two of them.  Her rapier pierced his arm, his side, gouts of blood spouting from his open wounds.  

And that's when he started laughing.  

Evangeline could hear it even from yalms away, a haunting, horrible laugh that chilled her, spurred her forward.  

Solenna pressed the attack, blasting him backwards once again with a gust of air.  

Evangeline was almost upon them now-she was so close, just a few more yalms and she would bring her wrath to bear upon Zenos.  She noticed something though...out of the corner of her eye.  A flash, a glimmer on Zenos’ body.  Something so subtle Solenna had missed it in her eagerness to end the threat to Ala Mhigo.  

Evangeline stopped, shadows pooling towards her, and outstretched her hand.  A thin thread of darkness emitted from her fingers, hurtling towards the battle, until it wrapped around Solenna, a barrier of deep darkness that thrummed and hummed and stopped Zenos’s hidden sword as he pulled it from his side, slashing towards Solenna’s stomach.  

Zenos struggled, attempting to break the barrier, but couldn’t seem to find the strength.  He drew back his sword, bashing and slashing at the barrier, a petulant child in his rage.  His laughter turned to screams of fury, echoing through the reach, almost overpowering the roar of battle.  Evangeline drew back her hand, stepping forward to join her ally...but she felt a hand on her shoulder.  A whisper in her ear.

 “Time to get some sleep, Evangeline.” 

 No...Evangeline looked down.  A blade protruded from her stomach.  It had pierced cleanly through her armor, utterly destroying it and sending blood spattering across her torso and the ground in front of her.  She knew that sword....that voice…

“Fordola...you bitch…” She could feel herself getting weaker.  The lifeblood seeping from her body onto the ground.  She fell to her knees as the traitor pulled her sword from Evangeline.  

“I will end the resistance.  Now.  And I will start with your girlfriend.  You just sit back...and watch.”  

Tears began to flow, mixing with the blood pouring from her mouth.  “Stop…” she said weakly, as Fordola approached the dark barrier.  

Or she would have, if a pair of heavily armored feet hadn’t collided directly with her skull.  A pair of feet followed by a full 7 fulms and 2 ilms of Au Ra fury that drove Fordola directly into the ground. 

Andreas Adeliger leapt backwards, executing yet another perfect backflip and landing cleanly a handful of fulms from Fordola, who was now clearly unconscious.  He stepped forward to finish her, his spear raised in the air.

“Solenna…” Evangeline was able to utter, her vision fading.  

Andy turned to her.  “What?” 

“HELP SOLENNA!” She yelled, reeling.  

He turned, his eyes set on Zenos as he continued to batter away at the shield.  “I’ll be right back.”  He growled.  “And don’t you dare die on me.”  He seemed to yell something else, but she couldn’t be sure what.  She couldn’t really hear anymore.  For that matter, she couldn’t really see anymore either.  Evangeline’s vision faded to black and she felt her body slump to the ground.  Maybe it really was time for some sleep.  

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This was so much fun to write! Hope everyone enjoyed :) The characters in question are mine (Evangeline) @eremiss (Solenna) and @antihypnophobia (Andreas).

[just-the-mage]

Guilty or Innocent-Evangeline Cross

Has your muse ever...

Asked someone to marry you?

“I’d love to.  But unfortunately, marriage in Eorzea is between two parties.  My partners plan to be wed fairly soon, which I admit makes me feel a bit left out, but I have learned to bear the brunt of my own emotional reaction to that situation.  I admit that I wish the three of us could be together in a more...legal sense, but I cede to the customs of this land.”

Kissed one of your friends?

"I have! Well...she kissed me.  And then I kissed her back.  It worked out rather well, all things considered.  I never expected us to be anything more than friends, at first.  But now I can’t really imagine life without her.  Solenna was a bit of a light in the darkness for me through our time in Ishgarde, when I believed all of the Scions lost.  I suppose Andy kissed me first as well...I seem to have a habit of being kissed by my friends.”  

Danced on a table in a bar / tavern?

“The fact that you even insinuated that I would consider this is testament to the fact that you don’t know me.  Something so uncouth would be much more suited to Andy.”

Ever told a lie?

“White lies, here and there.  Nothing...major.  One time when Andy was half asleep, Solenna and I managed to convince him everything in the house was upside down; does that count?”

Had feelings for someone you can’t have?

“There was one...a girl in Gridania.  She...didn’t want me.  Not in the way I wanted her.  I was young. And grossly misinterpreted signals that were made by someone that I considered to be a very close friend that I was very much interested in.     

Ever kissed someone of the same sex?

"Definitely.  A lot.  In fact, aside from Solenna, there’s a certain Mi’qote I have my eyes on right now...”

Kissed a picture?

“Who would even do something like that?  Crude.”

Slept until 5pm?

“Absolutely not.  I couldn’t bring myself to waste that much of a day.  I’m generally up by around 6AM.  7 on the weekends.  If you want a treatise on sleeping late, ask Andy.  Someday I’ll get his lazy ass out of bed before noon, so he can clean the damn house.”

Worked at a fast food chain / restaurant?

"I am ashamed to admit that I can’t cook particularly well.  And I have been instructed by people that are more familiar with the customs of this land than I am that I can’t call a food service position ‘low class’ any longer.  Needless to say, the work does not suit me.”

Stolen something?

"No.  I have never needed to.  It’s not particularly a question of a strong moral compass, I have just been lucky enough to have supportive parents who raised me in an environment where I did not go hungry.”

Been fired from a job?

“I’m rather competent, so....no.  Also, it’s hard to get ‘fired’ from being an adventurer.”

Done something you regret?

“There are many things I regret.  But something that I’ve done specifically?  I will probably always regret letting Fordola live.  I don’t care that she has the echo.  I don’t care that she saved a few people from Lakshmi.  She belongs six feet under and nobody can convince me otherwise.  The only reason she is still alive is because Solenna is more merciful than I am and Andy held me back from crushing her with my bare hands.  Mark my words-she will become a thorn in our side again.  She will not find redemption, she will find the tip of my sword.  Zenos will go with her.” 

Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?

“Not so hard that drink came out of my nose, but only because I wasn’t drinking at the time.  I won’t go into the details, but Andy chugged a whole bottle of wine about a year ago.  He promptly threw it all up.  Me and Solenna were in tears.”

Caught a snowflake on your tongue?

“I think it’s cute when Solenna does it.  But I haven’t indulged myself in that particular experience myself.” 

Sat on a roof top?

“I prefer to stay inside.  I enjoy the warmth of a nice hearth over the ability to brood in high up places like a certain couple of dragoons I know.”

Kissed someone you shouldn’t have?

“I spent much of my life prior to becoming an adventurer as an apprentice to my mother, who works as a blacksmith.  During that time, I went to school in Gridania, and found a great many friends among the people of Gridania, one of whom was a close friend of mine-a hyur woman named Rina.  I found her beautiful, and felt a real connection between the two of us.  As it happens, that connection was friendship, something that I had not really experienced as of yet.  I lost a good friend when I tried to kiss her.“  

Sang in the shower?

“Every once in a while.  Solenna always yells at me when I do though.”

Been pushed into a body of water with all your clothes on?

“I would like to cite our battle with Leviathan for this one.  I never thought something could make me hate the ocean, but Leviathan managed it.  I’m still recovering from that fight.”  

Shaved your head?

“All of my hair will remain on my head indefinitely.”

Made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry?

“Andy is much too prideful to cry in front of me.  In fact he may be much too prideful to cry at all.  I think it would be healthy for him to cry every once in a while-he needs to stop bottling up his emotions.  I have made Solenna cry.  During the events that transpired on the first, I brought myself to the brink of death by consuming the lion’s share of the light exuded by the lightwardens we fought to purge the light from the first.  I accomplished two things doing that-the thing I wanted most, which was to keep Solenna and Andy safe.  And the thing I wanted least, scaring them.  Solenna did cry.  And she hit me.  It was the first time she ever had.  And it broke my heart.  I’ll never hide something from them again.” 

Shot a gun?

“If you knew how hopeless I was aiming a bow, you would be pleased to know that I have never laid hands on a gun.  I am loath to admit it, but I seem to lack the particular type of manual dexterity required to handle a firearm.” 

Still loved someone you shouldn’t?

“No...not anymore, I don’t think.”

Have / had a tattoo?

“I have considered it, but no.  I think eventually Andy will convince me to get one, however.”

Liked someone, but will never tell who?

“Yes.  But I won’t tell who.”

Been too honest?

“I rather like my little white lies.”

Ruined a surprise?

“I haven’t ever been surprised so...no? Yes?  I don’t know for sure.”

Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?

“I would hope they meant it.  Andy and Solenna have both told me as much but with very different meanings behind them.  It’s rather funny how different the two of them are.  Solenna is so sweet, kind...she told me the first time we were really ‘together’ and many times sense.  She says it out of love.  Andy says it out of lust.  He loves me too, I think, but in a different way, maybe.”  

Thought about murder?

“Yes, on occasion the darker side of myself makes it out.  ‘Murder’ has such a negative connotation to it...I would think of my actions as ‘editing the general populace.’  Sometimes people are bad.  Sometimes because of that, they need to be cleaned up, as it were.”

How about mass murder?

“Absolutely.  Garlemald comes to mind.  I have dealt with a great many of their soldiers on the battlefield, and I am likely to deal with many more.  I suppose you could consider that mass murder.  But for now I will consider it the systematic extermination of a blight on society.”

Cheated on someone?

“My relationship with Andy and Solenna is open, so no.  Generally if Solenna is with someone else, I would rather like to meet and get to know them, but Andy is a bit more of a free spirit.  For the time being I am satisfied with just the two of them, so I feel no need to explore outside of our relationship.”

Gotten so angry that you cried?

“The first time Zenos beat me brought me to tears.  I don’t think I’ve ever been that angry before in my life.  I can’t wait to fight him again, though.  I relish the thought of crushing his skull with my bare hands.”

Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?

“Yes, on several occasions.  I have tried to distance myself from my friends, my parents, and more for the sake of their safety at times.  But every time they have come to show me that I may need them more than they need me.  Staying away from the ones you love is not productive and will only serve to cause the both of you pain.”

Thoughts about suicide?

“I would rather not say.”

Had a girlfriend / boyfriend?

“I have one of each, thank you for asking.”

Gotten totally drunk during a holiday?

“I am not much one for drinking heavily, but yes.  I will not elaborate as there were things that were said and done that should not be mentioned in polite company.”

[just-the-mage]

Giving Up

(Previous Story: Jealousy)

It was finally done. Eva sat back, quietly appreciating her work. It had taken her almost a full day to draw up all of the paperwork, but it was worth it. She had a contact-an old friend in Ishgard who was able to ensure that she could get her hands on a good sized house once their housing market had opened up again. Under her breath, she thanked Aymeric for all he had done for her. A true friend, he had come through every time she had needed him without fail. She had almost mistaken it for feelings stronger than friendship...until she saw how he looked at Estinien. That was true love. And she couldn’t get in the way of it. Just like she couldn’t get in the way now. Her echo flared and pulled her back into last week.

“Our house.” Solenna said, looking pointedly at Eva. “I know me and Andy got married, but that doesn’t change how either of us feel about you! There’s no way we’re leaving you out of this.”

“I know, I do. But...you all getting married, being together like that, I can’t help but feel like I’m just getting in the way. The third wheel. Marriage is a big deal.” Eva responded, shifting herself to face Sol and placing her book on the bedside table. “I want us all to be together, but you all will be happier without me.”

“Now wait a minute, Eva. We won’t be happier without-“Andy piped up from the corner.

“How can you possibly suggest that??” Solenna shot to her feet, her tail poofing out in anger. “We have been together from the start. Not just as friends but as more than that. You can’t walk away from that.” She turned away, pouting.

Eva stood up. “I’m not walking away. I just want to give the two of you some space. But I’ll relent. You may not feel like it now, but someday, I think you’ll want that. Just...tell me when you do.” She turned towards the door. “Our house.” Solenna said.

“Our house.” Eva replied, giving the most convincing smile she could. She walked out of the room, quietly descending the stairs out of sight.

Her vision cleared, bringing Eva back to the present. She looked down at the paperwork, and signed the deed for them. They would thank her, eventually.

This house is the sole property of:

SOLENNA REDASHI

and

ANDREAS ADELIGER

[just-the-mage]

Evangeline Cross

Height: 6′2″ (7′2″ including her ears)

Weight: 189 lbs

Hair: Red w/ pink highlights

Eyes: Purple

She’s a bit of a princess, but loves nothing more than her friends.  Her main classes are Dark Knight (for when she’s feeling protective) and Black Mage (for when she’s feeling grumpy).  She is currently in a relationship with Solenna Redashi (cinnamon roll Mi’qote female) and Andreas Adeliger (incredibly tall Au Ra male). 

[just-the-mage]

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Evangeline:

“When we are apart...hmm. I do like my alone time-that’s certainly true. Usually when the others are off gallivanting about, I find myself reading. Much more lately, to be honest. I like the quiet, so I generally find myself spending time in the stacks in the Crystarium. I’ve been brushing up on the history of the First lately-there is so much lore and civilisation there, and so much of it has been devastated or wiped out by the onset of the light. So much left forgotten…” Evangeline stares up into a corner of the ceiling, one of her legs bouncing up and down absentmindedly. “If I don’t remember it, then who will? Who will know these kingdoms lost to time? Will they simply fade to dust? And so I read. Maybe they will live on with me.” She sits, still staring for a moment, as if held in a stupor. Some time passes, and she seems to tear herself away from the point in space she is fixated on, righting herself and looking back to you.

“I also enjoy blacksmithing. A pastime for me, and a career for many others. It was, in fact, the type of work my mother performer for many years, and indeed what led her to meet my stepmother in the Royal City of Rabanastre all those years ago.” She looks tired now, the weight of the memory laying quietly across her shoulders. “I find it relaxing. The rhythm of it all. The clanging of the metal and the roaring of the furnace. It makes me feel as if I am part of the earth...and it makes me feel like I am close to my mother. Wherever I am. Not alone. Never alone.” She relaxes, the weight seeming to lift slightly, and she shifts her weight in the chair, opening her stance. “I do miss her. I’ll need to visit her and Natalia the next time I’m in the Beds.” She smiles softly.

“One of the other things I used to do was practice my cello...but I haven’t really found a good space for it these days. I used to play at home every once in a while, but Solenna told me her ears are particularly sensitive to baritone music. Urianger needs his quiet, of course, which I completely understand. Y’shtola said that she has the same sensitivity that Solenna does, which makes me wonder if it is a condition that is common among Miqo'te. I hope to start practicing again, if I can ever find somewhere to play…”

Solenna:

“In my spare time? Like...spare spare time or spare time?” The Miqo'te girl twitches her ears quizzically, twirling a lock of her shoulder length brown hair around her index finger. “Ahhh like me time stuff! Sure! Yeah! Sooo...I really like decorating and redecorating our house. A while back me and Eva managed to scrape together enough to buy a house just for us. And now Andy lives there too. And one of my faaaavorite things is to make our house look awesome!” She throws her arms into the air joyfully, a charming smile blooming on her face. “I love buying stuff...like...cabinets and chest of drawers and shelving and plants and just about anything you can use to make a place pretty! Then I shanghai Thancred or Urianger or someone and get them to help me lug it across town and install it. Where do you think Urianger got all that muscle from?” She giggles, waving her hand. “I know, I know, I could just move it with VerAero...but where’s the fun in that? Alphinaud will grow up big and strong if I can keep him carting window panes up and down the stairs like I have for the past few days.” She demonstrates by rolling back the sleeve of her white blouse and flexing, revealing an arm toned by years of practice with a rapier.

I also loveee to cook! Well, bake really. Cooking is fine and all, and I do that for dinner and stuff, but baking is way more fun! So sometimes when it’s just me around the house I’ll make myself some rolanberry tarts...or a pie…” She gazes off into the distance, licking her lips. “I’m sorry, what were we talking about?”

“Oh! Yes. So I also like to train. It takes a lot of discipline and balance to do what I do.” She tosses a crystalline object up in the air and it catches in midair well before it would start falling back towards her outstretched hand. “I train like you would on a mountain under a waterfall, but without the mountain or the waterfall. It’s all in my head.” She smirks, and the object begins to glow, colourful lights emitting from the edges, binding together in the centre to form one dominant colour: red.

Andreas:

“You mean like when Eva and Sol aren’t around? Well...I tend to keep myself busy. I talk to people... sometimes I sleep with them, sometimes I fight with them. Sometimes I do chores for them, or get drunk with them. It’s a big world out there, and sometimes I just kind of...go. Experience it. The past few months I’ve been spending some time with Estinien, but he’s been a bit broody even for me lately, so I’m off on my own a lot more. And sure, I miss the girls, but it’s nice to let loose every once in a while.” The massive Au Ra man winks, and chuckles to himself. From his tunic he pulls an ornately carved pipe, made of a dark wood you can only assume originated in Yanxia somewhere. He lights the pipe with an effortless snap of his gauntleted fingers. He looks to you and laughs, wiggling his fingers in your direction. “You like it? I put flint in the thumb to see if it would work one time...and it did!” He takes a long drag on the pipe, and releases a thick ring of dark smoke from between pursed lips.

“Duelling is also a passion of mine. There is nothing quite like a good fight, and the easiest way to find one is to look for other people who fight professionally. I take all comers, large or small. The Dotharl do not discriminate.” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head and crossing his legs. He looks to you, his golden eyes glowing; and for a moment he very very much looks like the draconic beings from which his bloodline stems. He places a hand on his dark scaled chin, smirking. “What about you, stranger? Will you give me the gift of a worthy opponent?”

[just-the-mage]

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

Evangeline usually comes across as a bit chilly before she gets to know people. Trust doesn’t come particularly easily to her, although lately she has been opening up quite a bit more and making friends a bit more easily. As a result of this, it took her time to warm up to the scions, Andy, and even Solenna. Evolving her relationships to the point at which she was comfortable with physical touch was a big step for her, so she took time as well to fully develop her sense of nonverbal affection.

For Evangeline, the answer to this is different from person to person usually, but the most consistent display of nonverbal affection she shows is a kiss on top of the head. When she’s leaving, or passing by, if she is close enough with someone she will give them a quick kiss on top of their head if it’s feasible, which it often is if the recipient is sitting or on the shorter end (Alphinaud, Alisaie, Ryne). Despite her generally standoffish attitude she becomes very affectionate with her close friends, family, and lovers. For examples more specific instances of nonverbal affection, she will often sit on Andy’s lap if it’s available, primarily because her ears get in his face and tickle his nose. She will also shamelessly touch his arms if they are uncovered. For Solenna, it’s hugs and cuddles and general physical contact. She will lay her head in Solenna’s lap when she is reading, at times, if it is just the two of them. Once she started getting closer to Y’shtola, she found that a quick pinch to her side could get her an unexpected giggle and a blush pretty easily. Evangeline generally doesn’t worry much about displaying her affection publicly towards her friends or partners, so this particular action has earned her a scolding more than once.

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♥ Do they sleep in the same bed/room as much as they can or do they sleep separately?

Evangeline adores sleeping in the same bed as Solenna.  She has only admitted to it once, being that she struggles to fully express her emotions, but she feels fulfilled having the nightly companionship of the one she loves.  Solenna has taken full advantage of that situation and teases Eva frequently about it, but will always pull her into bed after she’s given Eva an earful.  Andy, is a bit more of a fair weather companion, and will occasionally end up in their bed, which is large enough for all three of them, but often sleeps in a Mhachan coffin that Evangeline bought him as a joke.  He loved it.

[just-the-mage]

Jealousy

Evangeline sat quietly on the edge of her bed. It had been a week and a half since the wedding, after which Solenna and Andy had left on their honeymoon. She had declined to join them, of course. It was their time. They had decided to make it official, and that was that-no two ways about it. The...interesting relationship the three of them had couldn’t last forever. Reality was calling, and it was time to grow up. They would need a bigger house, and Eva wondered if she should just leave them to it. Pay for a portion of the plot of land as a wedding present, and then be on her way. She sighed, dramatically throwing back the already unkempt covers on her bed. She had things to do, especially after the events that transpired on the first. Her friends were still stuck there, their bodies cold and soulless. Although they lived almost inexplicably as complete beings in the world parallel to her own, time was wasting away, and her knowledge could be put to use in better ways than debating the intricacies of her personal life.

She stepped behind her room divider to change her clothes, though there wasn’t much of a point to it. The house was empty, nobody to hide anything from, but habit dictated that she follow her usual patterns. She fastened her dark robe, throwing a cloak hastily over her shoulders. And caught a glimpse of the mhachi coffin she had bought for Andy months ago. Or was it years, at this point? She couldn’t remember. Everything got hazy on occasion, especially with the Echo. It had just been a joke, another attempt to treat Andy like a dog. But he loved it. Rolled with the punches as usual and he even slept in the damn thing. Despite their rocky start though, she loved him. She loved them both. And she missed them. The house was so quiet without them. She would never tell them though.

She selected her staff, but decided to bring the massive katana as well, a memoir of her time spent in Othard, won in battle with Zenos. Almost as long as she was tall, it had served her well in striking down her enemies as well as protecting her friends. She slung the both of them over her back, and stepped swiftly up the stairs, almost forgetting her glasses in her haste. She needed them-they allowed her to see magic more clearly, and shape it as well. She grabbed an orange out of the basket Solenna kept in the kitchen. Just enough to keep her going. As she stepped out into the sunlight she felt it. The magic of the elements as they washed over her.

Woe betide upon the enemies she encountered in the first.

Because Evangeline Cross had to brush up on her black magic.