#Silvaneaux

[houserosaire]

Does your OC wear pyjamas to bed? Do they have a favourite set?

What side of the bed does your OC sleep on? Why is that?

Does your OC nap easily?

Does your OC enjoy a cuddle?

A bunch of asks for the amazing Silvaneaux! One of my favorite OCs! <3 Have a great day!

Silvaineaux doesn't usually wear pyjamas to bed despite the cold climate. He typically wears nothing or small clothes or at most a pair of pajama pants. When he does bother with pajama pants they are half a set his sister gave him one Starlight that has chocobos on it.

Silvaineaux sleeps in the middle of the bed when he's sleeping alone. it's a very large bed with plenty of room. When he has company in bed he sleeps on the side nearest the door in case of trouble in the night.

Silvaineaux naps fairly easy if he decides to allow himself that. He taught himself to doze off in all sorts of awkward and uncomfortable positions during the war, little sleeps to keep his mind as fresh as possible in the worst circumstances. And so if he decides a nap is required he can usually fall into one with astonishing speed and ease, and wake from it just as efficiently.

Silvaineaux loves cuddling with his beloved, Sui, providing that no one is looking. He really enjoys being able to touch and be touched as long as no one is looking and he is altogether too willing to cuddle up together given the chance. Sometimes when he is alone at night and his nightmares are at their worst he also goes out to the stable and curls up with Joyeux. It's an entirely different sort of cuddle, but still soothing.

Thank you so much for the asks and the kind and encouraging words!

[bookbornexiv]

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When things settled down after the Calamity, and people went back to their old habits and ways, Sui came to realize that most Gridanians were inclined to be nicer to him, a clueless foreigner with Wildwood features and colouring, than to Duskwights who had been born and lived in the Shroud their entire lives. It is one of the things about his beloved adopted home that really bothers him, and he would probably bring it up if he ever had a chance to chat with Edarien or (much more sober) Viper again.

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Sui passed off all of Viper’s salacious comments (and near-shirtlessness) upon the latter’s invasion of the Rosaire manor as ‘drunk talk;’ in any case he was a little too tipsy himself to overthink it or show embarrassment then. Also that sort of thing’s not really a sin in Nophica’s eyes… Yet now, if he recalls anything Viper or Silvaineaux said that night, he might stop and bury his face in his hands for a while.

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🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

Silvaneaux really likes anything that is given to him with thought and care. People don't necessarily often think to give him gifts and he can and does easily afford anything he actually needs, so really anything you give him that just shows the smallest hint of thought and care and thinking of him is something he will absolutely treasure.

Silvaineaux likes to give gifts. He can be awkward at it unless he knows the person very well and sometimes even then. Whatever he gives will absolutely be the very best possible quality version of that thing, but sometimes he has a hard time thinking about what to give for people he doesn't know extremely well. He almost always buys his sister some sort of expensive and custom jewelry for special occasions, and he has noted which stones and colors she favors. He tries to get Honore things -other- than books for gifts because Honore buys so many books himself that the chances of getting duplicates is far too high. He has had to learn to think very far outside the box for Sui's gifts because Sui doesn't like to be given -things- very much. And well for the rest of Priarch he is very fond of them but doesn't always know them well which is why one year he got them all very fancy silver insulated flasks with their names engraved on one side (and Priarch's logo on the other).

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Prompt #22: Veracity

“There’s always been something a little wild in the Rosaires if you ask me.”  The old man said to the small crowd gathered around the rough table in the kitchens. 

Alain paused a moment in his polishing of a very large pair of boots and peered around the corner of doorframe at the cluster of maids and footmen. Neither they nor the old man seemed to know he was there and in the end it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to carry tales and he didn’t mind having them to hear as he worked. 

“I served in this one’s grandfather’s day, I did.” The old man continued. “Back when there was grounds to keep that didn’t have snow on them all the year. And I served his late father for a time too, before my old joints saw me off with my pension. Fury rest them both. They were good men. I am not saying as they weren’t. But there’s always been something a little wild in them. And there will be in this one too, you mark me.”

There were a few small mutters from the gathered staff, too quiet for Alain to make out and perhaps not even really meant for the others around the table to hear. No one wanted to interrupt the old groundskeeper’s tale and there was no doubt he was enjoying the attention as well, sitting at the middle of the throng with the cup of hot cocoa Cook had made for him. He held court like a visiting Lord himself. Alain couldn’t blame them, really. There was little enough to do some days with a staff this size and only two bachelors to tend.

“They run white-hot they do. In temper and affections both. And I won't say that doesn’t make for a good soldier. Mayhap we needed some men with a temper to match a dragon’s.” The old man mused. He paused to help himself to a sip of his chocolate. ���And they do behave like you’d expect. Keep a lid on it for the most part. Baron Severin now, he was a very civil man. He never had a cruel word for any one in his service and he was well enough liked among the Highborn too, I always thought.”

Sensing the beginning of the real story the murmurs grew quiet. “But there was a lord at some Tourney said an unkind thing of his Lady Wife. There was always a bit of talk about the Baroness because of that fellow she jilted and the way her family cut her off, you see. It was wrong, that talk, I always thought. She was always the very picture of a Lady. She loved her gardens and never had aught but kindness for me when I met her in them. But folk will talk, won’t they. Look at you all now, hanging on everything an old man mutters.” He laughed, a pleasant sound despite the wheezing in it that made Alain worry for his lungs.

“Now the Baron Severin must have thought it was wrong too. He put a stop to it in the very moment he heard it. But like I say, they’ve a wild streak. He beat that Lord to within inches of his life in the Grand Melee later that day. They say the fellow had a scar over half his face to mind him to watch his tongue for the rest of his days.”

“And then there was his younger brother. That Alderic was a bad one.” The old man paused, sipped meditatively at his chocolate. “A real bad one. He was the youngest and his mother’s favorite and perhaps no one ever taught him to keep a rein on it. His brother tried in the later years but it wasn’t to be… Even a good tree can have a rotten branch or two, I suppose. He ran wild and I heard did some things as no one could be proud of. And perhaps he never did learn his swordplay as well as he ought either. Died in a duel in his thirties and not even the Late Baron his brother could pretend it wasn’t deserved.”

“What was the duel over?” One of the footmen asked.

“Well, I don’t fully know but I have heard…” The old man began.

But Guiscard’s voice rang out over the murmurs then and the whole kitchen fell silent as the Butler spoke. “Rumors no doubt, of questionable veracity, that is what you have heard. It is nice to see you of course, but I am sure everyone here has better things to do than while away hours in the kitchen. Don’t you agree?”

A chorus of murmured agreements answered him and the sounds of rushing feet wandered off in all directions. Alain set aside his polishing rag and inspected Silvaineaux’s boots, smiling a little at his own good work. He heard the slide of a chair as he rose to take them back upstairs, Guiscard sitting down to speak with the old man in his turn.

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He found the Baron glowering over a letter when he went into the study to ask about the armor he wanted this week. Alain had no idea what might be in that letter, but as he studied his lord in the moment before Silvaineaux looked up, he found himself thinking of the old Groundskeeper’s words. There was most decidedly something both wild and white-hot in the way those mismatched eyes regarded whatever was written on the page. Alain was a little surprised it didn’t just burst into flame.