dauphindeflare

[dauphindeflare]

(( xerosic is the most versatile character in rp

He can go anywhere from 'wow i can't believe i netted lysandre as a partner' to 'oh god charon come pick me up i'm scared' ))

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(( oh god has it been eight years ))

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(( lysandre's the sort of character you look upon and say 'you know what i could write that better' ))

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oh god what

Lysandre's most beautiful feature is their sweaty crotch.

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"You... want a milkshake and fries?"

"Ma'm, we sell neither of those."

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"Isn't it strange? With just the twitch or touch of a genetic spiral, a human can look terribly different."

"Red hair, blue hair. Green eyes, gray eyes. High brow, sagging chin. Long fingers, twisted toes. So many different humans, so many expressions of the same genetic code."

"They say no two human beings are the same. But I doubt that. There's too many of us for there not to be repeats, barely noticed as the ages go on."

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He's not active, but rest assured that he's here.

Sipping coffee.

Watching the chaos.

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Heaven Gaia Spring 2019

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It's all little things with this one.

He's good at hiding. He's been hiding for a very long time, ever since his form first collapsed at his baptism.

He's learned to keep the croaking and trilling to behind closed doors. He's adapted to the need to roll about in filth. He even forces himself to form humanity's disgusting bits when needed, like for photoshoots or promos.

But he can't hide everything.

His bed is a custom, round mattress, with a lip all around. He can get in it and spread blankets around as he pleases, making a perfect little nest for him to curl in or nudge around. He even has a swing he can tuck into the ceiling, where he can sit on it and trill as he does work on his tablet.

It feels good to indulge those instincts occasionally.

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He hums, pleased. He is an expert in these things, knowledge taken from personal experience and what he has been taught, and he does like to see that knowledge be put to good use.

[txt] Do send me a photo of them, stranger. Whenever you are done or have a moment, of course. Dresses are the prettiest things when they are made with love.

dauphindeflare​:

He… doesn’t recongize this number. Nevertheless, he’s hardly one to back down from a cry for help like this.

I would say white, purple, and then gold. White is the softest, purple is the darkest, and gold is the flashiest. Such suits a three-act play.

A pause, the three dots indicating a message in progress, another pause. Then a response.

[txt]:I think I agree - the gold is a sort of honey color, so it’ll make a nice finale to the other two.

There’s that sinking wrong-right number feeling again.

[txt]: Also I believe I may have accidentally mistyped the number I was trying to reach, so thank you for humoring a stranger. Enjoy the rest of your week, and thank you again.

She was going to have to check for any recent soft-divergences.

[dauphindeflare]

Also, he is well aware that he is no Raven.

He's a Vulture. He eats dead, rotted things, rarely killing them himself. Scraps of old and sick beings, really.

He calls himself a Raven to not feel so dirty.

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He wonders if the Royal Court of Arceus is as batshit as the one he must obey.

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Lysander likes mixed cocktails confirmed.

Alas, mixed drinks are not quite appreciated by the Court. They drink what they want, of course, but he is expected to drink only the finest and most Kalosian of things.

Mostly wine, really. Heavens knows that a man of his status cannot be found drinking hard cider. Cheap swill like that does not suit his royal shape.

He's content with the once-a-month dulled wine he has to partake in. Alcohol does not particularly appeal to him.

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Last time he allowed himself to drink too much, Malva had to drag his shade-dripping form back to her room.

He was, apparently, trying to get her to sing with him. A shame that ravens rarely have much of a singing voice. They had to excuse all that noise on the Château's out of sight flock of Murkrow, who had been too busy laughing at their Master to pester anyone.

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Despite his size, he's a lightweight.

Birds do not handle fermented berries all that well; with wine being the favoured drink of royals in Kalos, he often has to either replace his drink with normal juice or dull it down.

Not many have noticed. He even thinks his people, the young people, rather like his tendency to have fizzy soda in his drink. He's different, and they always like different.

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Oh.

He didn't know there was to be a celebration of the Dark and Playful things out there.

He wonders if he can have a few new outfits made for the occasion. He is the lord of Shade, after all; he must represent them, even to beings who do not know what he is.

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He... doesn't recongize this number. Nevertheless, he's hardly one to back down from a cry for help like this.

I would say white, purple, and then gold. White is the softest, purple is the darkest, and gold is the flashiest. Such suits a three-act play.

[txt]: I need an opinion.

[txt]: I’ve made three dresses, all the same colors, but each one has a different color for the base and different design/theme. Gonna wear one each Saturday for Rechereché.

[txt]: So help me pick an order: either purple-white-gold or white-gold-purple.