#[ antoine ;; musings. ]

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Antoine Vollon (1833-1900) "Espagnol" ("Spaniard") (1878) Oil on canvas Realism Located in the Musée d'Orsay, Paris, France

[illustratus]

Ejecting Thalia by Charles-Antoine Coypel

[jadeseadragon]

Émile-Antoine Bourdelle (French sculptor, 1861-1929), Centaur with a Genius (muse), watercolor and pen and black ink on ivory wove paper, ca. 1911-1917.

[monarhrh]

{jonah hauer-king, 30, cisman, he/him} we are so glad to see you safe, CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD CEDRIC ANTOINE PERCEVAL LECLERC of FRANCE! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are STEADFAST and COURAGEOUS enough to handle it. Just don’t let your RESERVED NATURE bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out that YOU HAD A FORBIDDEN LOVE AFFAIR WITH A NOBLEWOMAN.

Full Name:  Cédric Antoine Perceval Leclerc

Background:

Age: 30

Height: 6'1"

Build: Athletic and imposing, with a well-trained physique.

Personality Traits:

Loyal: Devoted to his duty and the royal family, particularly the princess.

Courageous: Unflinching in the face of danger, willing to put his life on the line.

Disciplined: Adheres strictly to protocols and maintains peak physical condition.

Intelligent: Strategically minded, quick thinker in high-pressure situations.

Reserved: Keeps his personal life private, maintaining a professional demeanor.

Background: 

Cédric Antoine Perceval Leclerc was born into a family of distinguished military lineage in Lyon, France. From a young age, he was groomed for a career in service to the crown. His father, a decorated officer, instilled in him a deep sense of honor, duty, and loyalty to the monarchy.

At 18, Cédric enlisted in the French Royal Army and swiftly rose through the ranks due to his exceptional skill and leadership. He distinguished himself in numerous campaigns across Europe, earning accolades for his bravery and tactical acumen.

During his early military career, Cédric became entangled in a forbidden love affair with Lady Elise, a noblewoman from a rival kingdom. Their romance was a clandestine affair, fueled by passion and the thrill of secrecy amidst the backdrop of political tensions.

Despite their deep connection, the relationship was fraught with risks and complications. Cédric navigated the treacherous waters of courtly intrigue and espionage, torn between his loyalty to the crown and his forbidden love. The affair ultimately ended under mysterious circumstances, leaving Cédric with a heart scarred by betrayal and loss.

Skills:

Swordsmanship: Mastery of various fencing techniques and proficiency in hand-to-hand combat.

Marksmanship: Expertise in the use of flintlock pistols and muskets.

Strategic Planning: Ability to assess risks and formulate effective security strategies.

Diplomacy: Skillful in navigating court politics and maintaining diplomatic decorum.

First Aid: Knowledgeable in providing immediate medical care using period-appropriate remedies.

Personal Interests: 

Outside of his duties, Cédric finds solace in literature, particularly works of philosophy and military strategy. He enjoys riding through the picturesque countryside surrounding Fontainebleau, honing his skills in horsemanship and hunting.

Example Appearance: 

Cédric is often attired in a resplendent uniform befitting his station, adorned with the insignia of the Royal Guard. His commanding presence is accentuated by his chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, and a demeanor that exudes both strength and grace.

Life at Fontainebleau: 

Stationed at the historic Palace of Fontainebleau, Cédric navigates the opulence of court life with a steadfast dedication to his duty. The palace, steeped in centuries of royal history, presents a constant backdrop of grandeur and intrigue.

As the Personal Guard, Cédric forms an integral part of the princess's inner circle, trusted not only with her physical protection but also with her confidence. His unwavering loyalty and discretion make him an indispensable figure. Not to mention he is completely and utterly in love with her.

give me all the connections.

[faustian-bargain]

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.” replied softly Antoine while putting a fresh compress on the other forehead before sitting in a chair as a vigil. Fortunately it wasn’t something serious and was only a cold and the fever should be left as it was one of the defense mechanisms of the body itself.

better to watch over him, though the vampire while crossing his arms against his chest and looked at Faust again who seemed to look at him too.

[soft]

Faust had been in town when he encountered Antoine again. He'd barely been able to talk when he started to feel tired and wanted to retire for the evening, letting Antoine know he was welcome to follow to his current room at an inn. Motel? Hotel? Whatever such things were called now.

Now he was laying down, wearing just his shirt, shawl, pants, and gloves, with the man sitting beside him. He felt so cold...

A fever? He looked to Antoine. "You intend to stay?" Faust smiled and looked toward the ceiling. "If that's your fancy. I'll be fine either way, mister Benoîtes."

He folded his hands over his stomach, closing his eyes. "I shant be sick long."

[innervoiceartblog]

Antoine Auguste Ernest Hébert, "Muse en dalmatique jouant de la harpe" ("Muse Playing the Harp")

[boundlss]

DAZE :  for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. | for antoine from domi?

"Dominique."

The moment her eyes open, Antoine has put on a cool, collected, and innocent smile. Not that he'd been doing anything particularly terrible to begin with---contrary to popular belief, Antoine does not believe himself to be sat atop a high pillar from which he heartlessly holds all of the strings.

Besides, even if he did hold all the strings, Dominique would be a little more like set dressing. The fact that he cares for her to some capacity doesn't change that she'd be absolutely worthless to keep in his deck of cards, in his current situation.

In any case, since she's useless, he's not there for any particularly nefarious reason.

"I see you're getting up incredibly late. I wonder if this is a habit of yours." He laughts, covering his mouth slightly with one hand. "Never mind; I'm here to invite you to join me for breakfast. It's been so long since I was last able to eat with you."

scenarios. / accepting.

[lovcscene]

✨ 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐱, 24 años, hijo de coraline. mellizo de lilith. es el mellizo mayor. cocinero y cuidador en un orfanato. fanático las motos. todo lo que sea de chocolate le gusta, especialmente de chocolate blanco. lo abruma cuando le hablen demasiado y no le gusta el contacto físico excesivo. black cat energy.

[handgiven]

i'm usually good at reading people. not you. (for antoine!)

there's something special about you sentences (always accepting) / @talentforlying

the fallen is in the process of cleaning. constantine dragged anane back in twenty minutes ago, no longer bleeding but faint and fatigued and antoine was fast to take them over and bring them to bed. he asked john to come in, too, shaken as he looked, visibly haunted by the prospect of losing another friend. as much as john tried to play it off cool, antoine insisted and something about him resonated emmanuel's persuasive determination. there was no telling him no when he noticed a nasty wound barely hidden underneath a scarf wrapped inconspicuously around the magus's forearm.

he put anane to bed first, looking over their wounds and contented with the way john dealt with them and closed the door ever so quietly to instead join john in the living room where he'd left him with a bottle of gin and two glasses in hopes of holding him there long enough to see him again. he wanted to be sure the other wasn't too roughed up after today, not just physically but spiritually as well.

"can i check your arm?" he asks nonchalantly, pouring himself a glass, just a sip really -- he doesn't like drinking too much but he likes being social about it. "i've seen it all, you know." antoine speaks of matters of blood and demons with ease. he doesn't have that fiery flame in his eye the same way anane does, nor does he show pity for those that oppose his sibling the way emmanuel would. he speaks calmly and with little to no emotion except for a melody of good humour developed during years of serving people coffee and that slight tinge of concern that is all so genuine underneath it all. he just doesn't let it show too much.

his touch is gentle, accustomed to the act of caring, and grounded enough to know what he is doing. he brings over his first aid kid to clean the wound and cover it up. he works, quiet and focused, hair falling in his eye. it's the most human of moments that make him look the most angelic. misplaced. that's around the time john breaks the silence with his remark, not as sharp or witty as usual and antoine looks up to meet his eye while his hands go on wrapping the bandage around his forearm through muscle memory alone.

"really?" lips curl in something of a surprise as he raises his eyebrow. "methinks you are used to seeing things difficult. and i'm a simple guy."

[hopesprung]

antoine vc: if you’re already immoral, the only thing you need to become immortal is tea!

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Antoine Watteau (1684-1721) "Pierrot" (c. 1718-1719) Oil on canvas Rococo Located in the Musée du Louvre, Paris, France

[melancoliefatale]

“What do you dream about?”  (dageurreopher) (antoine perhaps)

Antoine was in the living room with a tea he barely touched and watching the fireplace with a tired and hollow expression, ghostly eyes following without purpose the dance of flames and his mind trying to not focus the pain. The pain of sleeping and being trapped. He put a hand on his chest slowly stroking it like if he could feel an injury. Je could still feel it.

but someone decide of joining who seemed to be as tired as him and still in his regal costume. Nobleman have that habit of waking up earlier but maybe not this early. Some pity goes out for him, maybe he have an infernal night too and try to ease his mind as much as him.

they sit in silence before a discussion rise something about the subconscious of men, progress and…dreams.

and for a moment it distracted him, from the pain and the memory and his body less tense up-

until that damned question.

the memory were back as he claws appeared under his glove scratching the chair as his face grow pale and his breathing stopped. Now he could watch everything and hear everything, his paralyses limb, the eyes who watched him, hearing his own screams and pleas…seeing that smile.

« nothing that concern you, Monsieur. » he spat with animosity before standing up still livid with anger but also dreadr.

how cruel, how cruel was it to asked this question ?

his dreams was a mockery of hell, pure pain.

now before the men could say anything Antoine storm off the room until he was alone somewhere.

Then he proceeded to take his face on his hands, why they were shaking so much ?! his breathing was more fast and swallow and his body shivering as he encountered the fact again.

never he could escape his hell. He was still following him.

[freedom-fighters-unite]

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[moonbeammusings]

Now, the shame of it was,

that they loved each other.

[monarhrh]

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[thingstol00kat]

Antoine Henault , Musee Delacroix

Paris janvier 2023