#emilien doing emilien things being best friends in love!!!!

[hythlodaes]

we can run away / but I'll always feel at home with you

thank you @harumeau for sketching emile and estinien <3

[isfjmel-phleg]

Another item from @fictionadventurer’s list of short things to write: a letter written by one of the characters. This is an option that I’ll probably use multiple times.

Found in the Royal Archives of Faysmond among Rietta I’s papers, a letter from Andras II of Corege, along with a series of photographs featuring Andras and Queen Bethira in various poses holding the infant Rietta, sometimes accompanied by her parents Etriat and Tietra.

29 May 1890[1]

My dear Goddaughter,

Never have I been more honoured than when your dear father asked me to be godfather to his first child.[2] In fact, I am not ashamed to say I wept for joy. Your father and I have been great friends since our youth.[3] He has been the anchor of my school days and my guiding light as we grew to manhood.[4] Although I regret that he and I no longer see each other as often as we might wish,[5] I am delighted that he still holds me in high enough regard to entrust to me the guidance of his greatest treasure.

It is my deepest regret that I have no children of my own at present.[6] Thus, I hope you will be able to look upon me as a sort of second father. My duties bind me to Corege but shall not prevent me from taking an active interest in your life.[7] I promise you to do all I can to support your education, religious and otherwise,[8] and to offer any assistance within my power to give you an advantageous start in life. If (D.V.) you should take an interest in making a Coregean match, you will always have a staunch ally here.[9] A princess such as yourself has nothing but a promising future before her, and I know you will make your mark on history.[10]

This brings us to the best advice I can give you, dear girl. You must always remember that a young lady of your rank has not only great privilege but great obligation. It is a solemn and fearful obligation, to be sure, but nevertheless, you must undertake it with grace and courage. You are first and foremost the servant of your people.[11] Quite frequently this will mean that you may not please yourself. You must bear the disappointment with fortitude, reminding yourself that it is not your happiness that matters but what is best for your people.[12] Every choice you make in life must be made prayerfully, with your nation’s well-being as your chief concern. Never make a rash decision, for you will live to regret it. I know, for I have made this mistake, and God is requiting me for my selfishness even now.[13] Be better than your poor old godfather, my girl, and you will always have the hearts of your countrymen.[14] But rest assured that you will always have the love of 

Your affectionate godfather,

Andras R

[1] 29 May 1890: On 29 May 1890, Princess Rietta Oppelle Verina Philene was christened in the Old Chapel of St. Donatien’s Cathedral (still in the process of being rebuilt). Although the chapel had seen some royal christenings recently (Etriat’s sister Oppelle’s sons Emilien and Iranace in 1888 and Etriat’s uncle Estier’s son Maxence in 1889), she was the first Faysmondian princess to be christened since Estier’s daughter Charotta in 1871. Her names were chosen in honor of her great-aunt Queen Rieta of Norin, her late grandmother Queen Oppelle, her great-aunt Princess Verina, and her mother Tietra (née Philene). The choice to give Rietta her mother’s Otionovian name rather than her Faysmondian one was controversial, and there were some nobles, government officials, and religious leaders who opted to boycott the ceremony because of it. They perceived the use of the name Philene as a sign of creeping Otionovian influence.

[2] your dear father asked me to be godfather to his first child: Rietta’s godparents included King Andras of Corege, her uncle by marriage Emperor Lavrenti of Rurakravia, her great-uncle Prince Estier, her great-aunt Queen Rieta of Norin, her great-aunt Princess Verina, and her aunt Princess Oppelle. Most of these choices were made for their political significance, the only reason that Andras and Lavrenti (who practiced different faiths) were permitted to take such roles. Rietta’s Otionovian relatives were conspicuously absent among her godparents, although Lavrenti was married to one of Tietra’s half-sisters.

[3] Your father and I have been great friends since our youth: Prince Andras of Corege and Prince Etriat of Faysmond began their studies at Hollingham College in 1874. Their comparable ranks resulted in their being assigned to share a dormitory, and they quickly befriended each other. They attended the same lessons, played the same sports, shared multiple extracurricular activities, and visited each other’s homes in the holidays.

[4] He has been the anchor of my school days and my guiding light as we grew to manhood: Although Andras and Etriat parted ways after leaving Hollingham to attend separate universities, they kept up a regular correspondence, and Andras had planned to serve as a diplomat at the Faysmondian court before his niece Antavia’s abdication resulted in his ascension to the throne. Andras and Etriat’s letters became less frequent after this, and Andras’s in particular started to show an unusual reserve, neglecting to mention such significant personal details such as struggles with Parliament, the royal couple’s struggles to have a child and subsequent strained marriage, and Andras’s heart disease.

[5] he and I no longer see each other as often as we might wish: Andras’s visit to Faysmond to attend Rietta’s christening was the first time he had left Corege since before Corege’s entrance into the war with Faysmond in 1887.

[6] It is my deepest regret that I have no children of my own at present: At the time of this letter, Andras and Bethira had been married for six years. Bethira had had three miscarriages and a stillborn daughter. Her most recent miscarriage had occurred in February 1890. Perhaps because of this, there is something wistful in the royal couple’s expressions in the photographs taken of them holding the infant Rietta.

[7] shall not prevent me from taking an active interest in your life: Andras’s letters to Etriat from the time of Rietta’s birth to shortly before his death include chatty questions about Rietta’s wellbeing, and on the occasion of her first birthday he sent her the first of what was intended to be an ongoing set of emeralds for a necklace.

[8] I promise you to do all I can to support your education, religious and otherwise: This promise took the form of supplying Rietta with books, including a beautifully illustrated book of Bible stories.

[9] If (D.V.) you should take an interest in making a Coregean match, you will always have a staunch ally here: Some historians have suggested that Andras might have had Rietta in mind as a wife for the son he hoped to have eventually.

[10] I know you will make your mark on history: Andras could not of course have foreseen that Rietta would inherit the throne. There was no reason to believe that Etriat would not live long enough to father a male heir (congratulatory messages to Rietta’s parents are full of wishes for a son to follow the new princess quickly) who would come to the throne as an adult. At this point, nothing more would have been expected of Rietta than to make an advantageous match someday.

[11] You must always remember that a young lady of your rank has not only great privilege but great obligation. It is a solemn and fearful obligation, to be sure, but nevertheless, you must undertake it with grace and courage. You are first and foremost the servant of your people: Andras’s advice echoes the wording of his coronation speech, which had been composed with the intention of assuring Corege that their new king would exhibit the devotion and responsibility that his niece had failed to.

[12] You must bear the disappointment with fortitude, reminding yourself that it is not your happiness that matters but what is best for your people: Although Rietta’s situation at this point differed from that of Andras’s niece Antavia, Andras clearly had her on his mind when offering his advice. He and Antavia had had an unpleasant falling out at the time of her abdication; Andras’s chief objection was what he believed was her putting her personal inclinations before her people’s good.

[13] I know, for I have made this mistake, and God is requiting me for my selfishness even now: Andras is likely referring to his breaking his politically profitable engagement to his cousin Princess Ayra Edella of Lienne in order to marry Bethira Goswick, daughter of a minor baronet. By 1890, Ayra Edella had married King Roeland of Vischland and given birth to three healthy children. This remark suggests that Andras considered his and Bethira’s childlessness a divine punishment for putting his personal desires before the good of Corege.

[14] you will always have the hearts of your countrymen: By 1890, Andras had antagonized Parliament and lost the respect of many of his people after his weak handling of the war with Otionovia (his attempts at diplomacy—the field he had trained in—had failed, and he played no active role in the treaty that resolved the war) and his increased spending on projects intended to bring Corege into the dawning twentieth century. This situation would continue to intensify until his death from heart failure in September 1891. He would not see Rietta again after her christening.

[riverleyk]

Emilien dating a serial killer, rabbit.

written by @lizzietrashkittie instagram: @lizziekitt 

Rabbit sighed and ran a hand across his forehead. "Wow. You sure we're a hassle." He smiled, speaking to no one in particular. "It's always the small ones who want to put up a fuss and make this a bigger mess then it needs to be" he gave a small giggle and kneeled by the sliced up body of a teenage boy with soft black hair "Isn't that right my little fighter?" He ruffles the corpse's hair and pauses for a second feeling the stimulation of emotions slowly fade "..Fun while it lasted" he got up and stepped away lighting a match and tossing it onto the body, lighting it and the trash around it up in a large orange glow. He runs a hand through his hair "....at least the fires pretty." He turned on his heel and took a small glance around and began walking. Another body to the count. ~~~~~~~ "Victa!" Emilien cried and hugged onto the other male "He won't reply! Do you think he's mad at me?" Victor smiled alittle at the slight warm feeling from the boys hold "I'm sure e's fine. He's probably mad at himself more then anythin'..For yell'n at ya." Emilien gave a small pout and nuzzled this boyfriend's side "I donno..it was sorta my fault.." "Nah. Ain't nothin' you're fault." Emilien nuzzled again before taking a deep breath and pulling away, putting his hands in the other boy's. "I guess so. He was just so mad.. I'm worried. What if he-" Victor cut him off with a small kiss and a smile "If he chooses to not talk to ya anymore, that's his loss. You're a treat." Emilien smiled slightly and blushed "Thanks.." The two shared small talk over tea and chatted the night away in each other's company. The conversation was about ferrets and the cost of owning one. If Emiliens bedroom is even big enough for such a pet and if his dad would even allow it. But the conversation was mostly mute to Victor. His mind was more focused on a previous discussion. One about a fight Emilien and his friend had had. Emillien's friend wasn't so happy about the two dating. He got mad when Emillien refused to end the relationship. He yelled and told Emilien he didn't know what he was talking about. It annoyed Victor. It annoyed Rabbit too. He takes a small breath and smiles. It won't be a problem anymore. ~~~~~~~ Eventually the word got out, it's alittle noticable when a child goes missing. Of course, no one could find the body, Rabbit made sure of that. Emillien was heartbroken, his best friend was missing. No one knew where he was, what he was doing..if he was alive. Rabbit knew. But Victor refused to tell. Instead he spent alot of time comforting his boyfriend, petting his hair and rubbing his back. Letting him cry as much as he needed and always, always assuring him that he held no fault. He was perfect. After awhile the case went cold, Jorden couldn't be found or even traced. There wasn't much hope for him being alive anymore so everyone had to accept he was dead. Emilien had to accept he was dead. Their last conversation was a yelling match, an argument about something as petty as a minimal life choice. It hurt Victor to see him so down, but he knew this was better for him. Jorden didn't like Victor, no..He didn't like Rabbit. He wanted Emilien to leave. To run away and cower and hide. Victor couldn't have let that happen, he needs Emilien.. Emilien is his light. His joy. Rabbit needed a new toy anyway, two birds with one stone, it was the perfect solution to this little mishap. As soon as the hysterics subsided Emilien would see that too.. Victor is good. Emilien is good Rabbit is good. This was good. ~~~~~~ A small yawn left the ginger's lips as he glanced to the body sleeping next to him. 2:00 am. Typical. Emilien's used to his normal insomnia, he'd be awake for at least another hour before his eyes grow heavy. On the bright side, he gets to see his boyfriend in his purest form. Victor always looks so peaceful in his sleep, it's almost easy to forget about the boys normal blank and cold demeanor and eyes. His eyes don't look sharp and hungry when he's asleep. His shoulders and neck don't seem to posed and ready to throw a punch. It's not that Victor was an angry or nervous person, in fact he was rather a stark opposite. His fighty and strong stance is just a cover for how hollow and empty his emotions normally are.. Emilien smiled alittle. He knows his boyfriend is a rather particular person. He takes pride in knowing he is an exception to the rules. That his smile and words can make the boy's emotions flare and hit like nothing else.. He takes pride knowing the feelings between them are real. He takes a small breath and sits up. "If am gonna be awake al'night, I might as well be productive.." he spoke quietly to himself getting up and looking around the room. His room was clean, nothing to be done there. His eyes landed on the dusty and dirty satchel bag by the window. Victor's.. The poor black haired boy was homeless. He kept all his belonging He kept all his belongings with him almost all the time, and often slept at Emilien's when the weather seems to harsh for a park bench. Emilien huffed at the mess. "..How had I not offered to wash that for ya yet, love?" He spoke to himself again, tho the intent is pointed at the sleeping boy. He took up the bag in his hands and patted the top "Only the Lord knows what all it's been through." He giggles lightly. Leaving the room and heading to the bathroom he hums a quiet tune. Slowly he takes out the items inside. Not much unexpected for a homeless teen. Some cloths, a few dollars, extra first aid supplies.. His fingers rested on some papers. "..Oh?" He took them out and turned them over, a small gasp leaving him. In his hand were multiple ripped pages of writing, this wouldn't be alarming if not for a name that caught his eye. "Jorden" He read the rest of the words intently. Names of locations and dates, games and activities. It was like a spider web, clearly planned and interconnected, but confusing is startling to an outsider. On the final page there was a sentence that caused a familiar pain to hit in Emilien's chest. "Get him under the bridge, make sure he's weak, and set him a flame" The dots and words connected at once for him. Jorden hadn't just gone missing. He was lead away, like cattle to the slaughter. He gripped the papers for a moment and tears welled in his eyes. He tried to rationalize. Maybe this was a joke. Maybe it's a different jorden. Maybe an ARG or weird game Victor had gotten into. He went back to the room, Victor had now sat up, probably waking up from the sounds of movement. The black hairs boy looked at him and offered a small smile. A shallow smile. Emilien knew the difference. "Ey love.. what's got you out o'bed?" For a moment Emilien stayed quiet. Quietly holding the papers and quietly wording himself. "..W-What are these..?" He shakenly held out the papers. Mentally preying the boy could give a pleasent and innocent explanation. Victor glanced at the papers before taking them softly. "..Ah. Why were ya going through my bag?" He gave a slight chuckle "You're gonna end up seeing stuff ya won't like, love." No explanation. Just a table turn. Emilien balled his fist and teared up harder taking a step to the boy "Just tell me what that is! W-Why do you have it. What is it doing in your bag! Just tell me you didn't-" He was cut off by Victor getting to his feet. His eyes sharp. Hungry. His shoulders and neck stiff and seemingly ready to attack. His energy was one of danger, and for once that energy was focused on Emilien. Victor smiled. However fake it might have been. "Emilien, come on. You've already grieved..It doesn't matter now, he's gone. There's no point getting into the details." He softly pulled him closer, hands sliding around his waist. Emilien was frozen for a second before coming back to reality. Victor was scary..but he knew he wouldn't actually hurt him..surely. He gave a stern look "It does matter, Victa. Stop dancing around it, you're telling on yourself anyway!" His confidence fell once again when his emotions remembered the accusation he was throwing. His eyes grew wet once more and his voice got weak. "..Why would you do that?.." Victor's expression was unchanging. A blank slate lacking of remorse or regret. Emilien caught his breath slightly and pushed away from him. "Why would you do that!? Why would you kill him? You knew he was my friend, you knew I care about him!" Victor only sighed. "Emilien..love. He wanted you to leave me. He called you naive and blind. No friend would say such things to you. You're acting like he was perfect" he gave a small chuckle and smile at the thought. Emilien was starting to have a distaste for that smile. Without a word he turned and walked. He wasn't dealing with this, this wasn't his place. He needed to get help, to get someone more capable. Stronger. Victor caught on quick what he was heading for. The phone. He grabbed him harshly from behind "Love, you're being irrational. You clearly need sleep!" Emilien yelped and attempted to pull away, thought this time was much harder. He resorted to instead pushing into it. The two slammed into a wall, Victor's back struck a photo frame and shattered it's glass. The shock was enough to free Emilien from his grip. Victor wasn't giving up. He smiled again, and attempted to convince Emilien that this whole thing was a ridiculous thing to fuss over. Emilien caught back more tears and glanced back at the phone. Victor's tone grew sharper..hungrier. Emilien didn't have much choice..he wrong about Jorden's death..he couldn't live past being wrong about Victor's restraint. He sighed "..I-I'm sorry.." he allowed himself to cry, all the tears he had been fighting ran out and he fell to the ground. Victor followed him down, embracing him gently. "Shh..It's okay, this isn't your fault.. you're perfect, love." Emilien cried harder, apologizing relentlessly and clinging to the boy. Suddenly Victor gasped lightly. A shaky hand held a shard of glass in his back. He loosened his grip and locked eye's with his boyfriend. Emilien's eyes were tired and empty. Not from a lack of emotion, but from an abundance. He pulled the shard downwards to rip more skin and ignored the pained noises from the other. Victor got shaky due to pain and gripped to Emilien's shirt. Emilien took his hand away from the shard and put it softly on the boys cheek. He made a second round of eye contact. Victor's eyes were different from how he'd ever seen them before. They weren't sharp..or hungry. They looked scared. Scared and weak. He gave the boy a soft kiss on the forehead before getting up and shakenly walking to the phone. The police and paramedics arrived sometime later to retrieve the black haired boy and his belongings. Emilien answered the few questions he could but mostly secluded himself. His parents were awoken from the sirens and his father yelled but it was static noise to him. ~~~~~~~ Emilien didn't want to care. He wanted to ignore all news and never know what happened after that night. Yet he found himself still watching. Victor was alive for a time before bleeding out..Emilien is off scot free because it's been ruled as self defence. When the police searched his bag they found more of the papers, some of which aligning with previously closed cases. Along with them they found a white rabbit mask in the bottom, something Emilien didn't dig far enough to see. It opened back up around 27 different cases of 'suicide' and ' disappearances' all throughout the town, all of which seeming to alone with notes and the mask. Emilien was hurt in finding it out. He was hurt in learning that his boyfriend was capable of such things, that he would hurt and will anyone for nearly any reason. That those striking, hungry eyes belonged to a cold and calculated murderer.. But in a sick way..he takes pride in it. He takes pride in knowing he was able to put an end to it.

[irlmisha]

Noah!

Full Name: Noah Gauthier (Blu Engie)

Gender and Sexuality: Male, Bisexual (i think everybody is bisexual at this point)

Pronouns: he/him

Ethnicity/Species: Canadian

Birthplace and Birthdate: Montreal, still thinking in his birthday

Guilty Pleasures: When he is not doing something related to build sentries or build new stuff for their team. He loves to write! Whatever comes to his mind! He is always open to any kind of stories! He has a little book for write silly little stories. Sometimes he even use his friends as protagonist. Also, he is good at drawing too, and he has a notebook just for the sketches of his new inventions! 

Phobias: I think his actual “phobia” is not being perfect enough for himself. And I’m talking about that he always wants his inventions to look like he imagined in in his head. And mostly 80% he could do it as he wants. When it doesn’t happen as he wants, he feels really frustrated and he has to do it everything again. 

What They Would Get Arrested For: Because he may be talking about his new inventions like the whole day if he is your best friend

OC You Ship Them With: Probably Oliver in canon Au (probably) 

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: As Blu Engie I’m pretty sure that the whole red team is always wanting him because he is one of the most important members in blu team. He is the one who manage the Respawn system. He always check if it’s working well, so he is really important for the team. I could say that Emilien (Red Spy) is his worst nightmare  

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He loves everything as Oliver too! They aslo exchange books sometimes, and sometimes he complains that Oliver delays so much reading them

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Fantasy Genre

Talents and/or Powers: As the average Engie, he shares the intelligence of him. He is really good at maths and science. But he is good at make create new things. Like a lot! He is thinking about what to do next. He knows how to think about solutions when the situation is a mess. He is extremely good at mechanic stuff. He also have a prothesis , but it’s his left leg.  

Why Someone Might Love Them: He is really caring about his friends, and he is also really good at start conversations

Why Someone Might Hate Them: If you don’t like math, you should avoid him at any cost (?)

How They Change: I think that the most shocking him to him was lost his leg…because he never expect that, but that also helped him to understand more the human body, and he was able to find a way to build himself a prothesis. He also could realise that his ability was also good for himself 

Why You Love Them: Noah is a gift from Heaven, he is one of the friendlies guys around