#Etienne ( open rp )

[godscobhhq]

Babette from Beauty and the Beast

Name: Barbara 'Babs' Etienne Age: 28+ Profession: House Cleaner to the wealthy Pronouns: UTP FC suggestions: Adèle Exarchopoulos, Keana Marie, Ashley Moore Availability: Open

Biography UTP

Notable character information: Barbara knows there's other jobs out there, but the tips from working for the rich are too hard to part with.

[driptape]

" why would i lie to you about that ? " — " if i kissed 'em i would've told you . i'm not dumb enough to cheat in an open relationship . "

[aroseyetbloomedwrites]

Character list, GO

Francel de Haillenarte

Fifth Child of House Haillenarte. Overseer of the Firmament. Lord Joacin Charlemend Francel de Haillenarte is a calm, centered, generous individual. Quickly rising to be the face of his House. A shoulder to lean on. And always looking towards a brighter future, where one, and all, can smile. He has found a tentative, but quiet growing confidence with his partner, Etienne as they navigate social life and private life, in their affections for one another.

Regis O. D'amadeux

Lowlands Coerthan Baron. Lord too soon. Regis Octavian D'amadeux of the lands d'Amadeux. He became manor lord over his late father at the age of 27, at the Dragonsong's war end, when he passed of illness. He is in possession of great lands butting up against the Furline which reaches into the Shroud. His orchards grow through the frosty springs and survive the heavy winters for which he employs the townspeople to care for and assist with his distillery. The town d'Amadeux like him well enough. 8th of his family line, he has no siblings, and no family but himself and his House staff. To ease his loneliness, he makes easy conversation, and frequents the City Proper, upon which he is also currently employed at Le Renard Argente.

These are my CURRENTLY open RP employed characters. Pinning this brief character list in case I decide to reblog an ask list.

Feel free to ask any questions!

(More may be added in eventuality)

[merlwybs-wife]

LFRP: Mjara Phovent (Marsnek Miret)

Basic Stuff —

Name: Mjara Phovent (Marsnek Miret)

Age: 58

Birthday: November 17th //  17th sun of the 6th astral moon

Race: Viera -> Veena

Gender: Genderqueer (he/they)

Sexuality: Homosexual

Relationship Status: Widowed

Carrd Link

Physical Appearance —

Hair: Purple, layered with fringe; slightly asymmetrical, swooped to one side.

Eyes: Gold

Height: 5′10″

Build: Lissome; Svelte 

Distinguishing Marks: Strikingly feminine figure; wider-set hips, narrow shoulders. 

Personal —

Hobbies: Fashion, Sewing, Embroidery, Dancing

Languages: Common/Eorzean

Residence: Ishgard

Birthplace: ?? 

Religion: Why do you ask? He worships Halone, of course. Like any proper Ishgardian. Halone be praised.

Patron Deity: Rhalgr

Fears: “I am afforded my secrets, dear.”

Tropes: femme fatale, black widow, caged bird

Relationships —

Children: He couldn't even keep a plant alive, let alone a child.

Parents: Status unknown.

Siblings: Older brother- status unknown.

Other Relatives: None he is aware of.

Pets: None. If he could manage it, he'd love a bird-- but settles for visiting a large aviary in a botanical garden.

Traits —

Extroverted / In Between/ Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open-Minded

Calm/ In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

vivacious. charming. enigmatic. Mjara prides himself on his artistry and intellect, a man of entertainment and hedonism. He wields his wit like a dagger, and isn't afraid to twist salt into any wound he deems proper to leave.

Hooks —

Black Widow: Though there is no substantial evidence to prove the true nature of the late viscount Etienne Phovent's death, it is an unquestionable "fact" within Ishgard that Mjara had a heavy-handed role in the matter.

Jewel of the Crown: Those who might have a finger on the pulse of the underbelly of Ishgard might have heard the Viera's name floated around amongst a particular criminal syndicate, The Crown. again, it seems any amount of proof is lost to the wind.

Burlesque Beauty: Though it would hardly be seen as an infamous act outside of Ishgard, many know Mjara's preferred moniker, Marsnek Miret, of which he dons for his touring, avant-garde burlesque performances outside of Ishgard. he's known to give a private show for interested parties, including some of his peerage-- whatever truly transpires there is something of scandal.

Something Wicked. Those who might be any sensitive to aether would perhaps realize something about Mjara is... not quite right. it's subtle, make no mistake, but undoubtedly curious to those who catch it. (note that this does not apply to void-affiliated characters. i will privately disclose what his aether reads as to such players)

Seeking —

Ishgardian nobles who may have known Mjara prior to his husband's passing.

Ishgardian nobles who would enjoy some criminal ties, such as information brokering. (Or would otherwise rather have a more "pleasant" and "less suspicious" liaison between themselves and a criminal syndicate)

Ishgardian criminals, preferably those who might be interested in playing a role in The Crown.

Those who might be willing to form a connection with him outside of Ishgard, primarily Ul'dah.

NOT SEEKING a romantic relationship, but would be fine with a friends with benefits type thing.

General OOC —

I’m Scully, a 30 year old AFAB agender individual (she/they) who has been writing for… idk 18 years or so.

Please only inquire about RP if you are 21+

Themes I enjoy: occult, horror, drama, romance, criminal, dark, slice of life, & more

I’m in PST, generally available from 9am/10am - 6pm, after which I get too tired to start RP in-game.

Due to my health, I prefer discord RP atm.

My DMs are open! No need to ask.

Reblogs/Boosts appreciated!

[cardonaire]

I hope I'm not too late to the party, mon ami. I'm always up for a good fight... Consider me your Ace in the hole.

Indie Remy Etienne LeBeau roleplay blog from Marvel. (moderate comic & HC influence) . Non-selective and open to AU, OC, and crossovers. Discord given to mutuals only. Personals do not interact.  Rules under readmore. ( Sideblog to @endsupes )

Rules and Notes

First of all, thank you for visiting this page.  Even if you only skim this, I’ll love you forever.  Most of these rules are pretty basic, common sense stuff, but I would really appreciate it if you read them.  I know it’s long, but I’m just trying to make sure no one is offended or uncomfortable.  I’ll try to make this as painless as possible.  Bear with me.  I’ll try to bold the basics.

            — the basics.

I have a few verses to choose from, and I’ll probably place you in the one that will most easily fit with your character’s canon unless otherwise specified.

Remy isn’t always the most pleasant person. Please know that anything mean said is not a reflection of the mun’s feelings.  IC =/= OOC.

Don’t god-mod.

OC and Au friendly, but please have an about page so I can gauge whether our characters will be able to interact.

Memes and opens are free game – anyone can send one or respond to one.  However, I may not respond for some reason or another: it may be in violation of one of my other rules, or due to external factors.  If you’re worried that I missed something, feel free to come to me about it, but please don’t constantly badger me for replies.  It’s rude.

I reserve the right to refuse to roleplay, especially if I’m uncomfortable.

DO NOT under any circumstances try to bring me into out of character drama.  If you have a problem with me, contact me privately or just unfollow.  Vague blogging, callout posts and the like are annoying, and I ask that you would tag them.  This is something I will unfollow over if I so please.

            — on selectivity. 

I will be selective with my threads and who I interact with.  I would love to interact with everyone, but I’m very busy with school and other blogs, and I don’t want to overload myself.  If this bothers you, feel free to unfollow.  If you have any questions about whether I have time, feel free to jump into my ask.

Also, I am far more likely to RP with mutuals. That’s not to say I won’t RP with those I don’t follow or those who won’t follow me, there may be exceptions. But it is far more likely.  That being said: if I follow you, I want to write with you.  Probably a lot. I’m just too shy to say anything because I’m a weenie pissbaby.

Starter calls, unless otherwise specified, are for mutuals only.

            — on content.

I’m 20+, so mature content is cool with me.   NSFW and triggering content will be present on this blog, but it will also be tagged in the following manner: n.s.f.w., tw:

As for smut: first of all, I will not smut with anyone under the age of 18.  Don’t ask me to; the answer will be no.  And just in general, don’t come to me looking for smut.  I’m not terribly good at writing it, so it’s very unlikely that it will occur on this blog.  I need to be pretty comfortable with someone to smut with them.  If by some miracle a thread is looking like it’s going to get smutty, feel free to hop into my ask and talk to me about it.  We’ll figure something out.

In relation to that, please do not send me overtly sexual memes if we have not interacted.  Kissing memes are fine, but I tend to get uncomfortable with anything beyond that.  Please respect this.

            — on replies.

I’m an adaptive roleplayer, meaning I’ll likely respond in a manner similar to yours.  If you format, I’ll format.  If you don’t, I won’t.  That sort of thing.  I also try to match length with my replies, but some days I struggle.  If you’re ever unhappy with the quality or length of a reply, please let me know and I’ll do my best to fix it.

I don’t always get to things right away.  I’m notorious for avoiding drafts, and especially right now, I’m pretty busy with schoolwork.  However, sometimes I’ll reply at the speed of light.  It’s really varied, and I’m sorry about that.

Sometimes, I’ll drop things that’ve been in my drafts for too long, or things that I feel aren’t going anywhere.  If you think I’ve dropped/missed/lost something that you wish to continue, come to me politely and we can talk about it.

            — on shipping.

I’m admittedly kind of a ship-whore.  If there are sparks, I likely ship it.  I ship Remy/Chemistry, but again, it’s rather unlikely that Remy will engage in a sexual or even a romantic relationship.  Them’s the breaks.  BroTPs are great though.  Also, I’m only human: I sometimes play favorites with my ships.  Sorry.

Please please please DO NOT force a ship on me.  It makes me extremely uncomfortable, and I will not hesitate to unfollow or even block you.  I will try to politely let you know if I feel that our characters do/do not have chemistry.

            — on credit.

Most icons, art and edits are made by myself, and are usually tagged as #my art or #my edits. Otherwise, I do not own anything!

          — on the mun.

My name is Élise, I’m 20+, living in Midwest America, EST.  Feel free to contact me via ask at any time. I love talking to you guys! Discord is available to mutuals upon request – again, I reserve the right to refuse to give these for whatever reason.  I have no triggers, so as long as you talk to me prior to introducing something triggering to a thread, I’ll be cool with it. Just talk to me about it beforehand and I should be fine, but if I’m not feeling it, please respect that.

That’s about it.  Thanks so much for reading these.  Smooches! <3

[roleplayingspinosaurus]

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Rules

No godmodding

No smut

No interactions with child characters 

No pregnancy plots. 

I only interact with those that are 18+

I don’t mind seeing these themes on my dash but I don’t personally enjoy writing them.

All of my characters are OC’s so it only makes sense that I am OC friendly. I can usually alter my muses somewhat to fit with your universe, though some plotting may be required to make it all go a bit more smoothly.

Any threads that include Benjamin are bound to be at least a bit triggering. Specifically dealing with themes of abuse, gaslighting and straight up torture. If you do decide to interact with him, please be aware that things could get very unpleasant. We can always discuss the situation beforehand though, since I do believe in respecting those that I write with as well as their muses.

If I don’t receive a reply on our thread for over 2 weeks I’ll consider the thread “inactive.” That doesn’t automatically mean it’s dropped, but I won’t be expecting a reply from you.

The Mun

Memes have no expiration date and I love receiving them, the same goes for my open starters. You're welcome to reblog memes from me, I don't mind it at all.

I’m always open to plot and my inbox and dm’s are always open, so feel free to reach out if you’d like to start a thread sometime or even if you just want to chat!

I’m Lisa, 23 years old with about 10 years of RP experience (though at least 7 of those years are going to go unmentioned because teenage me was no Shakespeare by any means).

I generally reply to threads in about a day, but I don’t mind if you take a bit longer, I understand that people have busy lives. I am a mess at formatting things so I don’t bother trying to make my stuff look fancy. If that’s your thing, totally cool! I just prefer the writing itself and I don’t understand tumblr well enough to make it look any better than it currently does. I do cut my posts though, or at the very least try to. I don’t use Icons but I think it’s cool when others do it. 

The Muses

All muses are played as 30+ unless otherwise specified. Age can be flexible if the thread asks for it, however their age will never go below 20.

Etienne- The Black Cat

Etienne’s family owned a theatre when he was younger, and so he has grown up surrounded by fantasy and drama. Sadly the theatre burned down when he was 15, killing his family in the process.

The experience has left Etienne afraid of fire. Candles won’t cause him to panic, but firepits or fireplaces may cause some visible discomfort. He remains in love with the theatrics that he grew up with, and dramatic is probably a good word to describe him. He’s quick to flirt but slow to let his walls down.

Sylvester- The Crow

Sylvester was a brilliant surgeon until his brother died on his operating table. The guilt and anxiety that followed his brother’s death left Sylvester a shadow of his former self, a shadow which was then mangled even further by a man named Benjamin Forest. Benjamin put Sylvester through hell in an attempt to see how many times you could break someone until they stopped being able to put themselves back together. Sylvester is still going, though one may wonder if he’s still himself after all he’s been through. Sylvester barely considers himself to be a person anymore at all. 

Sylvester is a nervous individual with many odd tics and habits. At first he may seem distant and cold, but as soon as his walls come down (and really, showing him a bit of kindness is often enough for them to go tumbling), he’s the most loyal person around. He’s been starved of affection and struggles to have healthy attachments, which allows your muse the choice; will they show him kindness and try to remove him from an unpleasant situation? Or will they use his already broken psyche to manipulate and control him even further?

Wester- The Big Bad Wolf

Wester is a ray of sunshine, a Golden Retriever in werewolf form. Energetic and social, Wester is easy to get along with, if perhaps a bit difficult to get rid of. Wester is friendly but also a bit naive and an airhead. He enjoys sports and long hikes, and chasing tennis balls (though he tries to only do so while transformed). 

Wester is a werewolf, and he’s not great at keeping it a secret. He is still friendly when transformed, and he can usually control his transformation fairly well unless it’s a full moon. His eyes remain amber even as a human, and his hearing and sense of smell remain more sensitive than that of most. He’s also colorblind. 

Benjamin- The Deer

Benjamin is a pompous prick with more money than dignity and a severe lack of empathy. Getting along with him is a chore, and people really only ever get close to him for his money. Not that they’re going to benefit from it, because Benjamin absolutely will not spend money on anyone unless it benefits him somehow.He’s arrogant, manipulative and just generally unpleasant. That being said, he’s got a pretty face and dimples that might charm some unfortunate individuals right into his bed.

Now if you can overlook all of these significant flaws, you will find a man that might still have a soul after all. He can be very protective of those he loves, but this does come with a great jealousy and possessiveness that should not be taken lightly.

[1789hq]

--- WELCOME TO PARIS, ZEE ! you’ve been accepted as ETIENNE ALEXANDRE ORLEANS, playing the part of THE DAUPHIN. please make sure to send in your account within 36 hours, don’t forget to follow the checklist, and please check the main to see when the opening is going to be. thank you for your interest in the rp, and have fun ! tom glynn-carney is now taken.

[madwolrdx]

                                            「  Open Starter  」

          “¿Por qué hablas cómo sí no supieras a qué me dedico? Ni que fuese algo tan terrible”. Rodó los ojos antes de terminar de hablar, suspirando luego con cierto fastidio. No le importaban las opiniones ajenas la mayor parte del tiempo, sólo que en ocasiones hacer oídos sordos podía ser una tarea compleja. Especialmente con pocas horas de descanso encima tras una noche ajetreada. “No sabía que repentinamente fueras creyente de Dios y necesitaras creer que todos debemos llegar de forma casta a un posible matrimonio. No es que pudieras perder la virginidad dos veces, ¿sabes?”. Bromeó con descaro, acercando finalmente de la taza de café hasta su boca.

[daylightrays]

[cxrsedmoon]

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[thebloodychampion]

“If someone asks me again where I am from I will just ignore them and have them guess. Definitely not Orlais despite my rather orleasian name. And yes I am from Tevinter - so what?”

[the-duskcord]

✦✧ ♦ The Duskcord is a new discord based community and networking hub for the Crystal Datacenter for Duskwight Elezen RPers. ♦✧✦

Our growing Discord-based community welcomes Duskwight from across the realm; Shroudborn, Gelmorran, Ishgardian or those otherwise affiliated! We are here for those players who want a friendly, mature, and welcoming environment to:

Connect and Network with one another. We aim to foster and provide a relaxed, supportive, and friendly group focused on forging friendships and connections both OOC and IC. Both in Discord and our new CWLS. We are not a Free-Company, just a group of friends, new and old!

Plan, host, promote and find support for a variety of community events, storylines, and venues. Open RP nights, themed gatherings and events, and various plotlines are just some of what we have in the works!

Track down, compile, and discuss relevant lore in a constructive environment.  Our goal is to encourage the discussion and sharing of headcanon and fanon theory in a respectful and enthusiastic manner.

Enjoy a creative community for artists, writers, and gposers!  This includes our tumblr community, which is aimed at not only circulating and showcasing duskie-appropriate aesthetic content, but creative works and events by our members as well!

Workshop and develop character and plot ideas and concepts; participate in different creative challenges, regular character asks and writing prompts to flex those creative muscles and allow everyone to get to know your character(s) better!

Burn Gridania to the ground. 

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Have questions?  Drop us an ask or a tumblr message or contact Milloux Allard or Etienne Clairemont (in-game -- Balmung)! @crystalxivrp , @balmungrp, @mooglemeet , @balmungrpcalendar

[kcabyap]

Etienne omg i had so many rp ideas while you were gone. i don't want to stress you out but if you're curious i can tell you!!!-🍰

I am curious! I'm not sure when I'll be opening requests and stuff again but I do wanna hear~

[whatfinemmmarble]

what dreams may come (ffxiv)

Summary: A short-ish drabble with my midlander inventor and charlatan, the Great Garrett Brimble, and his long lost half-elezen friend(?)... Set in Lydra Lhan. Mostly SFW but gets a little weird at the end. Sorry. Art by me! Story under the cut! 

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

It had been a loooooong day in the pixie dreamworld; Brimble, tuckered out from running around, doing manic pixie bidding, settled into a macaron cushion at a peppermint table, letting out a sigh. He picked up a daffodil teacup to peer into it. He wanted a cup of tea, but whatever was in this was likely sugar water.

 At his side, a few of the pixies had followed; they took to Brimble as naturally as they did to children, and treated him no differently. It was likely that they viewed him as a child still... albeit, a tall one. He had played here in his youth, after all, and though the pixies were hardly ones for sentimentality, they had grown accustomed to his presence, and he had to theirs. It had been a while since he had just sat in the dreamscape and... dreamt. 

"Haven't you got any fun dreams these days, Bumble?" A pixie chirped, hovering near his head. "It's all books, paperwork, inkwells with you-- and even worse...!" The pixie fixed little hands on their hips. "--money!" 

There was a reactive groan throughout the fluttering peanut gallery-- the collective struggle to understand what mortals found so appealing about dirty, yucky gil. Why not trade in candy instead? Much more fun. They posited this to him and amongst each other, for maybe the hundredth time... However, he did not have the energy today to explain economy to them, and so he sighed, relenting and taking a sip of the daffodil teacup-- which proved indeed to just be sugar water filled. He set it down afterwards, running a white-gloved hand back through his black and graying, slicked hair, then adjusting his monocle. 

"My friends," He started, spritely, "I've spent so much time here, eventually I'll dream of Lydha Lran and make another dreamscape entirely, within a dreamscape. How do you like that? You'll all make friends with your dream selves-- my dream yourselves, that is." This caused quite a buzz.  "Not possible! Is it?" "Well, I'd like to meet your dream myself, if I do say so! And I do! Me, this dreamself!" "What if we're already someone's dreamself? What then?"  Buzz, buzz. He leaned back, hands folded on his lap, successfully evading a deeper probe into what dreams he might be having, closing his eyes. Truthfully, he didn't really dream lately. He did, once. It was dangerous to dream here-- dangerously embarrassing, that is, but at the present moment, he didn't see any harm in just trying to remember what it was he used to dream about. Such thoughts had a nasty habit of appearing in Lydha Lran, however. His eyes shot open when he remembered just what had plagued him all those years ago-- but as two slender hands slid over his shoulders, he knew it was too late to recall it. The voice behind him was that of an achingly familiar half-elezen, a pretty swordsman he had befriended once upon a time-- the voice was reserved, serious, dignified: "Thinking of me, are you?" Arms slid around his neck, latching on, chin poised on top of his head. "I was wondering when you might." Brimble stiffened, looking up at the figure the dreamscape had conjured. "Ah! Captain! Yes-- though, I find I might be thinking of-- you specifically, the dreamself of the real you, and not the-- you that-- er, that is, I think--" He scrambled to clarify. Then, more softly: “Etienne, it’s good to see you.” Simple. Etienne let go, crossing over to sit down on a licorice bench just across from the inventor. He was wearing his Captain's uniform casually, collar undone, coat draped over his shoulders rather than on properly. He simply smiled and rolled his eyes at Brimble, and continued for him, "The me that lives in your head, as I imagine the real me might have some choice words for you. But-- I have some choice words as well." He levied a brow raise at him. Brimble sighed, resigned again, lifting his hands up in defeat. "Oh, peachy. Even my fantasies have criticisms to lob at me. Well, isn't that grand." "It could speak to what your fantasy is really about." Etienne said, tilting his head. His hair was golden in the light of the dreamscape, and he looked as young and radiant as the day he and Brimble had first met. Fair, freckled, doll-like in his perfection, as his elezen ilk tended to be. "Unless you want me to dress down in front of all these pixies." Playfully. "And children." Thoughtfully. "No--" Brimble said, sitting up, clearing his throat. "No, no, this is fine, no need to... do any dressing down.” He got up, after a moment, crossing to sit beside Etienne. He had no qualms about indulging; at least, as far as he wanted to, for the moment. Brimble could see the use in sorting out how he felt, from a psychological level, that made sense. And, this wasn't the real Etienne, so who really cared. He laid his arm behind him, along the back of the bench, and smiled. "This is fine enough for me. You know, I never got to see you in such a light! It's too bad that you and I hardly ventured out from Coerthas in those days. It would have been a treat to accompany you in some nicer weather." "I suppose. I didn't think of it much." Came the dry response. Garrett laughed and looked away. "That is... a very Etienne thing to say about it, that's for sure..." He trailed off, and picked back up after a pause. "... but, there were worse ways to get trapped in a cave, on a mountain expedition, certainly." "You had it easy. I daresay you liked the cold that day."

"Nooope, no, I definitely think things may have still gone on smoother if it wasn't miserable out. You’d be hard-pressed to convince me that getting stranded with you would not have been remarkably improved by a day as beautiful as this.” Etienne smirked. "What would you have done differently?" He asked, watching Brimble, intently, tucking his hair behind one subtly pointed ear. "That day?" Brimble feigned being in deep thought, stroking his chin. "I might not have let you catch me so off-guard."  "As in...?" "Well, this is still my fantasy, isn't it?" He looked over at Etienne. "It is." The halfborn was remarkably proficient with his responses. Without another word, the inventor slid his arm around him, and leaned in for a kiss, taking his jaw in his palm, guiding. Etienne kissed back, long lashes fluttering shut, and though he was just Brimble's fantasy, he reacted much the same way his real world counterpart had, accepting the midlander's affection eagerly, a near desperation in him. He had loved him, and he had so wished to love a man that would not have chosen his career over him once more; an innocent wish that Brimble had not loved him in return enough to fulfill. Brimble knew this, and so, it was easy to picture this dream Etienne doing as he asked, submissive, lovesick, and he had no trouble at all lowering the half-elezen back against the length of the bench, and began to pull away at his tie.   ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ A/N: Thanks for reading! (btw i’m on balmung if any ff peeps are lookin for rp!)

[redmatches]

' she wasn't looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword ' for Elise

Pretty knight.Elise opened her eyes, finding herself at the blood-stained ruins that Elise and Esen sparred at, with an old, rusty, dull sword. "Make me feel something,“ Esen asked of Elise.Elise sat down, leaning against the pillar close to the rocks with splatters of dried blood. Her arms rested atop her knees as she looked towards the ledge. With one deep breath, Elise exhaled, taking that old, chewed cigar that she took from Etienne at the baths after Bokh. She flicked the cigar off the ledge, too. "I’d like to hope, somehow, that made its way to you.” Elise murmured, standing back up. That one fateful fight, years ago. She prayed hard that a knight, a paladin, would come and save them.It didn’t happen that way.Elise stepped perilously near the ledge, peering down it into the darkness, as the moonlight hardly offered vision for Elise. She lifted the dull sword, dropping it off the ledge.Funny, how it worked. Now she was the knight, somehow. Fate had its ways of twisting meanings of words, or how a person would form.“You certainly made me feel something,” Elise remarked, turning as if she expected Esen to be there.

(Thanks for the ask @celestialalignment and also thanks @astrolevitation for the RP & Esen and stuff)

[qucstioning-blog]

              as far as étienne was concerned, harry hart had died that day. his mind often wandered to his old friends, wondering if they thought of him. he liked to keep up the grave he’d bought for harry’s funeral, often bringing flowers to act as though harry had a loved one. that he wasn’t any- thing more than a creation of étienne’s. in reality, étienne  was the last of his family to survive, so now that harry was gone, real or not, he was even more alone than he had been.                he kept his coat wrapped tight around him, the  winds harsh today, and he stared down at the grave. he was lucky he’d made it out of that encounter with valentine. not unscathed, but still. he’d placed his flowers down when he arrived. he was getting ready to go, too, but that was  when he heard a twig snapped, and he didn’t bother to look over his shoulder before speaking. ❛ come to visit harry, or a relative ?? ❜ he turned his head slightly, looking over his  shoulder, but the person still wasn’t in his peripheral vision. had he seen the person, he might have turned fully. but no. ❛ terrible day for it. flowers aren’t staying in place, it’s far too windy. ❜