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Lucius: "Love is being in the shower with your mate during the wee hours of the morning. Not doing something intimate, or romantic, or even kinky. Instead it's just the two of you belting a duet of 'Ocean Man' loud enough to echo thought the castle."

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He smirked, leaning down till his lips brushed against her ear.

"Is that a threat or a promise, my little lime?~"

'Squishy!' (Luci to Ceri or course)

Cerium just smirks and leans into the hands. "If you keep squishing them i might have to take you back to the apartment guppy~"

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"Nothin. Don't worry about it." Smiles mischievously.

Lucius picks up the marker and draws a little :3 on the back of Ceriums neck.

"Lu what do you think your doing? What did you just draw on me?!"

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GEMSTONE💎 IC QUESTIONS

ruby : what is their biggest regret?

sapphire : what is their favorite place?

peridot : what is their biggest accomplishment?

opal : who is their closest friend?

amethyst : what is their favorite song?

lapis lazuli : what is their favorite memory?

diamond : who do they trust the most?

rose quartz : who do they love?

pearl : do they care about money?

garnet : what do they think about death?

bismuth : how strong are they?

carnelian : do they like being alone?

agate : is there anyone they miss?

jasper : what’s their worst fear?

jade : what makes them laugh?

emerald : what are their pet peeves?

calcite : what’s their favorite joke?

citrine : do they like themself?

aquamarine : do they want a family?

amber : have they lied?

howlite : what motivates them?

onyx : have they lost someone?

topaz : do they have any allergies?

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look at my fruit, boy

CHERRY | CANTALOUPE | POMEGRANATE

DRAGONFRUIT | STARFRUIT | PEACH

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Avonis should do 5,9, or 10 >:3

coughGlowUp

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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Stares down at the smol sassy lime for a good few seconds before that mischievous smirk turned into a playful grin. Ceriums only warning was the highbloods eyes darting from their current spot to the bean bag pile.

"Bet."

Scoops her up and immediately heads for the bean bags. Playfully plops the smol lime down, then more or less glomps on top of her while patting her head a few more times for good measure.

He'd make it up to her later.

🖐️ Cerium

Cerium accepts it briefly before swatting at the hand. "Hey no, fuck off just cause I'm short doesn't mean you can treat me like a pup!!"

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*Que a tol fuchsia, with a mischievous smirk on his lips, slinking out from one of the passage-ways to reach out and pap his mate on the head*

"And how is my goodest girl doing today~?"

🖐️ Cerium

Cerium accepts it briefly before swatting at the hand. "Hey no, fuck off just cause I'm short doesn't mean you can treat me like a pup!!"

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"Yeah, speaking of that..." Lucius appeared before the blacksmith in his fuchsia form. It felt uncomfortable not being in one of his low blood disguises, his hand rested inside his cloak pocket. Fingers curled around his circlet like a safety blanket. "I'm in the market for a... tiara. Um... sea dweller style is preferred, and if possible I'd like these crystals to be used." He held out a small satchel containing several different light green crystals. Or, to put it another way, *lime* green crystals.

How good is Gwenna when it comes to jewelry?

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm as good at making fine jewellery as I am at making killing tools. But I have made crowns and over the top pieces for high-bloods and sea-dwellers in the past."

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//Contract...?

//Could you please elaborate on this contract?

Coch still has a standing invitation to visit Castle Farron whenever she wishes. Lucius would be charmed to meet another dragon/troll hybrid. @unothodox-hive-of-misfits

"S-Sorry...I...I already have a c-contract..."

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//Oh yeah, this definitely Gideons theme. Or at least a contender for it.

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Both meals Mikadoa described were lost on Gideon. He had grown up with simple, sparcely seasoned meals. Ranging from dried meat and bread, rice based portage with bits of meat and veggies, and if you were a good show in the arena a whole roasted beast with a bottle of mead and gravy. Bland food was often safe food; spices were only given to mask the taste of a drugged meal.

Not wanting to be rude though, he decided the pasta dish sounded safe enough. Just as he was about to order the tall cerulean caught his attention. A flash of a memory forced its way from the depths of his mind; A teal blood was forced into his cell, a scrawny youth with a glint of light in her eyes. She'd be the closest he'd ever come to a having a pale quad. She didn't deserve the fate she was given...

Blinking rapidly he shook his head to dispel the haunting vision. He pressed his hand to his chest again, focusing on the fresh air to calm himself. "No she fine-... ah, its fine. I'd ah... be nervous too if the Empress were to visit my mast-... ah, employers Keep." He watched tall cerulean walk over to the bartender, silently wished her good luck before addressing Mikadoa again.

"I think I'd... i can't recall the second dishes name... the pasta one sounded good." Her confident stance and demeanor was certainly not lost on the bronze bull. The sight of it actually almost brought a smile to his stoic face. "I take it your the owner of this place, or at least the head of staff? You certainly give off the energy of a leader."

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Your name is Gideon. You are a bronze blood with a wide, muscular physique. You have features similar to that of a 'highland' variant bull beast; mainly shown in the shape of your horns and your long, shaggy, burnt orange hair and bangs. Your face has three noticeable scars across it, with many more concealed beneath your clothing. You have spent most of your younger sweeps enslaved and forced to exist within a pit fighting arena. Many days and nights have been spent fighting all manner of beast, troll, and drone for amusement of highbloods. You would have probably died in that pit if not for that one Fuchsia that stepped in and had the place shut down. You and your fellow fighters, what few were left, were given a home at the Fuchsia's Castle. From that moment were never forced to do anything ever again. You swore to repay this kindness by serving as the Castles protector, with several of your fellow fighters taking up the role as well.

However, it would appear you have been following this self appointed task a little too strictly. Lucius, the Fuchsia you serve, has made a humble yet simple request of you: "for the love of the grand empress Gideon, take a damn week off!" And so, you find yourself with a week's worth of free time; without a single clue on how to spend it. One idea comes to mind; you've heard that some trolls go to bars and taverns on their time off. So, you find yourself standing before a place known as "The Sleepy Owl". With your generously given salary in hand, you step inside and immediately wonder if this was a good idea.

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To the usual patrons of the pub the sight, smells, and sounds were as familiar as their lusus. For Gideon, it was intoxicating to his senses, almost to the point where he had considering leaving if not for the arrival of the small bronze blood.

Gideon replied to Mikadoas greeting with a curt nod, following behind her while being careful as to not bump into anything as he was prone to. Her noticeable head turn wasn't caught by the bronze bull, nor would he have given it much mind. He'd seen his fair share of oddities while serving in the pit.

He was thankful to be seated by a window. The cool air was a welcome relief that allowed him center himself. "Ah... thanks." He grunted, his rough appearance belying a rather rich and smooth voice. His eyes landed upon the pubs bartender; the sigil branded onto his chest tingled. Pressing a hand to the spot, he turned his attention back to his small server.

"Im ah... new 'round these parts. Names Gideon. Do ya'll ah... serve food here or just drinks?" He did his best to relax, hoping to avoid startling her with his notoriously stern expression.

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Your name is Gideon. You are a bronze blood with a wide, muscular physique. You have features similar to that of a 'highland' variant bull beast; mainly shown in the shape of your horns and your long, shaggy, burnt orange hair and bangs. Your face has three noticeable scars across it, with many more concealed beneath your clothing. You have spent most of your younger sweeps enslaved and forced to exist within a pit fighting arena. Many days and nights have been spent fighting all manner of beast, troll, and drone for amusement of highbloods. You would have probably died in that pit if not for that one Fuchsia that stepped in and had the place shut down. You and your fellow fighters, what few were left, were given a home at the Fuchsia's Castle. From that moment were never forced to do anything ever again. You swore to repay this kindness by serving as the Castles protector, with several of your fellow fighters taking up the role as well.

However, it would appear you have been following this self appointed task a little too strictly. Lucius, the Fuchsia you serve, has made a humble yet simple request of you: "for the love of the grand empress Gideon, take a damn week off!" And so, you find yourself with a week's worth of free time; without a single clue on how to spend it. One idea comes to mind; you've heard that some trolls go to bars and taverns on their time off. So, you find yourself standing before a place known as "The Sleepy Owl". With your generously given salary in hand, you step inside and immediately wonder if this was a good idea.

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Your name is Gideon. You are a bronze blood with a wide, muscular physique. You have features similar to that of a 'highland' variant bull beast; mainly shown in the shape of your horns and your long, shaggy, burnt orange hair and bangs. Your face has three noticeable scars across it, with many more concealed beneath your clothing. You have spent most of your younger sweeps enslaved and forced to exist within a pit fighting arena. Many days and nights have been spent fighting all manner of beast, troll, and drone for amusement of highbloods. You would have probably died in that pit if not for that one Fuchsia that stepped in and had the place shut down. You and your fellow fighters, what few were left, were given a home at the Fuchsia's Castle. From that moment were never forced to do anything ever again. You swore to repay this kindness by serving as the Castles protector, with several of your fellow fighters taking up the role as well.

However, it would appear you have been following this self appointed task a little too strictly. Lucius, the Fuchsia you serve, has made a humble yet simple request of you: "for the love of the grand empress Gideon, take a damn week off!" And so, you find yourself with a week's worth of free time; without a single clue on how to spend it. One idea comes to mind; you've heard that some trolls go to bars and taverns on their time off. So, you find yourself standing before a place known as "The Sleepy Owl". With your generously given salary in hand, you step inside and immediately wonder if this was a good idea.

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He sighed in relief, taking hold of her hand. It was so small compared to his own. But to him, the difference was barely noticeable. "Thank you Ceri. This means a lot to me. And I know... you have your duties to attend too. As much as i wish you could spend the whole cycle with me. But that's okay... I guess we can say it's your turn to protect me...?" He lightly teased the small lime, pulling her close for a gentle embrace. The mention of another room got the lethargic fuchsia's attention, eyebrow raised in curiosity. "....Oh. Yeah, that does make sense. Kind of thought the other rooms were storage for...books...and related items." He yawned, blinking a few times as he did his best to stay conscious. "You'll have to show me were it is, I'm afraid I'd get a little lost. Only routes I know are to your room and the pools..."

"Hey Ceri, do you have a moment? I wish to discuss something... personal with you." Lucius quietly asked.

"yea Luci, what's up? the way you ask it makes me worried something's about to happen that's bad" she said softly, jumping off the ladder she was using to fix a top shelf.