#Vander Thuun

[eights-of-spades]

Masquerade Brawl:

You can tell a lot about a person by what’s in their pockets. You can tell more by what’s in their shoes...

What’s better for team building exercises? Trust falls and kumbayah or bare-knuckled, no-holds-barred brawling? When it’s a rag-tag team of would-be criminals with mysterious motives then it’s most certainly the latter.

The Charlatan arranged an exciting little get together out in Southern Thanalan; ditching the straightforward arena method for a variety of landscapes in a small area. Rocks, ridges, desert sand and even a water hazard. The crew was gathered and paired off to blow off a little steam as well as getting to know each other a little better in the common language of thinly veiled aggression.

Aurum and Outlaw squared off, rather than simply standing around posing menacingly at each other they tried their best at first to keep it clean. Unfortunately for them and their codes of honor Felicia and Frey were facing off simultaneously in a battle that quickly devolved into kicks up to Thal, pocket sand and ‘breast crimes’. While Frey was eventually taken down with a violent de-shoeing the shenanigans spilled over into the other fight, with said crimes being enough to distract Outlaw into a blushing mess that was taken down by an opportunistic Aurum.

Slick and Knave were up next to take on the winners, having to leave their comfortable makeshift snackbar with Charlatan. Slick went head to head with the boot-bandit Felicia to avenge the fallen Frey, showing her a few tricks of her own with a deadly use of shoe-fu. Meanwhile Aurum had to deal with Knave’s showboating antics and saliva-based tricks. While the fights were fierce, Felicia was too powerful despite sandy cleavage and the questionably-good doctor was taken down. Aurum was eventually forced to yield or risk a loogie being dripped on bare skin.

By that time the day as well as the excess energy had run out, allowing Charlatan to skate by without a round. This time...

Charlatan: @guttergodsknife

Knave: @eights-of-spades

Aurum: @atomicdeke

Outlaw: @the-wanted-man

Felicia: @twofaced-xiv

Frey: @sola-ffxiv

Slick: @lazne-of-the-urit

((OOC: Special Thanks to @lazne-of-the-urit for additional screenshots))

[deviri]

Anger

I hate them. Those three words beat themselves against his skull, leaving an imprint that deepens each time he thinks it. I hate them, and Uncle Aelis was right.

The trip through the aetheryte had been a mistake; no sooner had Regulus come out the other side had he dropped to his knees in the center of the plaza, empty the contents of his stomach all across the stone. A concerned citizen had been in the area at the time and had thankfully gone to get a guard, who had been patient as he helped Regulus limp his way to a doctor. The man had tried for answers to what had happened, he really did, but each attempt was met with a snarl and a command to keep walking. No sooner had the clinic come into sight did Regulus tell the man to shove off and limp through the door.

I hate them all. His anger raises with each poke and prod of the doctors. They want to know who did this to him, what happened, is he safe? No, he wants to scream at them. No, he isn’t safe in this gods forsaken land, filled with uncivilized people who think it’s acceptable to attack and stab someone over an insult and then sit there watching. People who leave him in an obviously hostile environment.

Van Baelsar was right. This land needs the steady hand of a Garlean to keep it in line. 

“Do you need somewhere safe to stay?” His doctor takes his face in her hands, tilting it to the side to get a better look at his broken nose. Her glossy eyes are filled with a patient understanding and guilt settles deep into his gut. He thinks of his mother, of her servants and their families, of the people of the Runner.

“No,” He answers, attempting to shake his head and groaning with the result. “I have an apartment in the Goblet that I can go to.”

A nurse shuffles in with a cart and the doctor orders him to lay down so that they can work on his side. The cauterization, while well done, is a danger and the wound needs to be cleaned properly to avoid further damage. From there, she explains, they can see about fixing his head wound. Since they can’t risk putting him under due to a possible concussion they’ll have to give a localized anesthetic. She’ll talk him through the entire process if he wants.

“Do we have anyone to call to come to get you when we’re done?” She waits.

He thinks.

Mother. Father. Uncle Aelis. Aunt Modesta. Gavril. Ulrike. 

He thinks.

Avenai. Xiaohu. Oosra. Avenai. Stone. Severine. Avenai.

Avenai.

Avenai.

Avenai.

“No.” He answers truthfully. “There isn’t anyone.”

(( mentions & hints: @thanidiel @avenai @cynfuldax @otolin-xiv @severine-savage @hactenusinvictus @astrolevitation @atomicdeke}}

[hexmachina]

🌺

[Jaaster]

"Couldn't even look me in the eye... How is it that he became a Director?..." As per usual, her staccato monotone is absent any of the curiosity or concern that might soften this statement. But the priestess splays her fingers over the seemingly judgmental line of her mouth and continues, "...No, I shouldn't question it. The Lady Advocate knows her own people than I would on paper. It's a good position - he'll learn a lot from it."

A long silence. Finally: "...I liked his hound. Rollo. He was very - well behaved. I was afraid of my mother's - there's a wildness that never really goes away, you know... - but I can see how the respect for his weapons would extend to the people under him. Jaaster keeps him well fed. He had a good - smile."

This is said with enough awkward reluctance that you're unsure if she's speaking of Jaaster or his hound.

[Vander]

"...Hmm." Vander is not known for titheing, and his attitudes towards the dead don’t entirely seem to align with the Order’s, at surface level. But of all the things one could possibly think a priestess of the Traders would be offended by, Lux merely mutters, "...He assumed the ashkin was a friend, first."

She doesn’t elaborate, at first, instead averts her gaze and continues, "If you ignore his tendencies to bring out the worst in men of the cloth, he'd be a valuable asset to the Order. Aetherially gifted, especially now that I know he’s not just spinning stories about spirits for a lark. He'd laugh, but I think he /was/ called to the Ossuary, in a way... He’s valuable."

[But this is a question about what you /like./]

"...I've only ever seen him approach strangers with kindness and respect, regardless of the circumstances or the potential dangers. It's not just a willingness to entertain, either - it's a desire to hear someone's voice, no matter how quiet or uncertain. And that respect of his isn't merely extended to the living - either. That’s a quality that’s rarer still when one's natural inclination towards the dead is to draw back in fear. That's so --" Not Ul'dahn. Not Gridanian, either.

"I liked talking to him, alone. He had my back in front of the others in the Order - was willing to entirely provoke a kind of dangerous attention onto himself to prevent any questions about my association. He had no reason to think that I was any different - that I wouldn’t just trump up charges of necromancy and report his place of business to the Ul’dahn consulate - ...but he gave me a chance. Let me choose the subject of our first potential collaboration. Showed up without questions and without so much as flashing the edge of a knife to me. So... I do extend my trust to him - his character."

She's thinking of red, now, though - the memory of dim light eclipsing the color of his eyes, the feeling of her aether drawing across his to reveal some subtle flaw. And just like that, she's back in the realm of careful professionalism, "But I'm not - ...negotiating with just him alone, and I don't know the terms of the agreements he's already forged or had forced on him."

[atomicdeke]

--GAME OVER--

(Warning: Violence, blood, and death after the cut)

Thanks for the prompt, @stormandozone!

The clank of chains echoed down the hall as Vander was half-marched, half-dragged from his cell. The guards on either side of him had taunted him for days, making bets on how long he would last if he got the noose, or if the first round would do him in if he was put up on the wall, or if the court would decide that a more unusual sentence fit his crimes. One leaned in with a sneer. “Sentence’s in, pirate. Would ya like a hint of ‘ow yer gonna go?” Vander lifted his head to meet the guard’s eyes with a smile. “Oh, I heard. Your mother should get a medal, the way she gives everyone in the block a last-” He was cut off as the guard slammed his fist in Vander’s face, and his partner clubbed the Duskwight to the floor. 

Vander tried his best to curl up, but the manacles chaining his hands and feet together impeded his movement, so the guards’ boots found every soft spot possible. After what felt like an eternity, they hauled him to his feet, and the first guard backhanded him before snarling, “Gag ‘im! I don’t wanna hear ‘is smart mouth no more!” The Elezen struggled in vain, snapping at fingers and getting another cuff or two about the ears for his trouble. Finally silenced, Vander glared as the first guard grabbed him by the chin. “You’ll see what’s comin’ soon enough, pirate.” 

Minutes passed like hours before they finally arrived in the tribunal’s chambers, Maelstrom banners hanging in every corner and over each table. The panel of officers sat on a riser, ceremonial robes spotless as the records they boasted. The one chairing the panel cleared his throat and began reading from the scroll, not even deigning to lay eyes on the prisoner. “Vander Thuun, you have been found guilty of arson, unlawful piracy, murder, and treason. For your crimes, you are sentenced to die by firing squad. Your name will be expunged from our rolls, and your deeds lost to history. May the Navigator guide you unto the deepest depths to be forgotten and damned forever.” With that, the officer rolled up the scroll, and the members of the panel rose and filed out of the room.

As the guards dragged him out to the courtyard, Vander wondered how it had all happened. He’d gotten too comfortable, complacent, and he’d paid with his freedom. Someone must have sold him out. Someone he’d trusted. He hoped the reward was worth it, because if there was anything out there listening, he’d linger on after death and terrorize the backstabbing bastard to an early grave of their own. Suddenly, he was pushed up against the wall, and a thick bag was pulled over his head as his manacles were hooked up to a post to hold him still. It didn’t seem real anymore. This was beginning to move too quickly for him.

“MAKE READY!”

The roll of boots stepping into position, the rustling of cloth and leather as the soldiers raised their muskets - in this moment, all sounds rang sharper in his ear. He pulled at the post with all his might, but to no avail. There wasn’t enough time.

“TAKE AIM!”

No, he wasn’t ready yet. There was still so much to see, to do, to say. A tide was swelling inside him, giving voice to an unearthly roar as he strained with every fiber of his being. He wasn’t going to go like -

“FIRE!”

He heard the thunder, the rattle of chains, his body dropping limply to the ground, but he felt none of it. All he felt was fire, then nothing.

[starwroughtchild]

💭

“From the few interactions I have had with Vander I can say with certainty he’s a capable and level headed man that has a certain appreciation for things which others try to avoid. In his own way he is fearless, for how many willingly choose to seek out spirits, poltergeists, and ghosts? He does work precious few can do- putting those restless and unhappy spirits to rest or at their ease.

Other than that he seems like someone that is good to have around to either ground a person or raise them from a low point. He -seems- to be a person that speaks when there is something to be said and not one to fill the air with meaningless conversation. I can appreciate that.”

@atomicdeke

[atomicdeke]

“Then I will take my business elsewhere.”

[thanidiel]

Character Summary - Xiaohu

art by @gyrabanian

alias/nicknames. Xiaohu, Chitora, 'Pretty Face', disposable identities

gender. cis female

age. 26 (by age of reckoning)

zodiac. Unknown (Scorpio)

abilities + talents. being an 8head

alignment.  lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

religion. Ancestral & Kami worship

sins. envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

virtues. charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

languages. Eorzean, Hingan, Doman, Garlean, Auri, Eorzean Sign Language.

family. Qiao (Mother); Jing (Father, deceased); Jian (Brother); Mei (Sister); Chenglei (Brother); Ai (Sister, deceased); An (Brother); Adrian Suzaka, Felore Soleil, Vander Thuun, Kowa Brimaine (Sworn Bonds)

(most intimate) friends. Breandan Ducaille, Otolin Stone, Yellow Rose, Severine Sauvageot, Kowa Brimaine, Vander Thuun, Ayla Thatcher, Elise Ebonheart, Evilie Voutellievre, Adrian Suzaka, Avenai Wyverne, Torithas Bloodtalon, Rhys Pent, Esen Dazkar

sexuality. heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

relationship. single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

libido. sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent / responsive

build. slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

hair. white / blonde / brunette / red / black / blue

eyes. brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

skin. pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

height. 5'2"

scars. Raking scar tissue on the left hemisphere of the cranium.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

A few songs that remind you of them:

Nightmare - Halsey

TV Head - Elliot Lee

That's Okay - Hush Sound

Isolated - Chiasm

Rise - Zamilska

[frczalera]

Flyers are posted on every corner of the streets. They’re put into mail boxes. They’re taped onto sign boards. They’re shoved into the hands and pockets of unsuspecting passerby.

Welcome to the White Lotus Inn! We are happy to invite you to our new monthly Candlelight Nights hosted by the owners of your favorite Far Eastern haunted bathhouse. This is a night themed towards witches and everything spooky. It’s like Halloween every month! Our seer Leina Storme will be doing tarot card readings and haunted tours will be lead by our spectrologian Vander Thuun. Looking for something good to eat? Adrian Suzuka will be selling special enchanted sweets for this night only. Our bar will be open with our beautiful bartender Cao Xiaohu.

Welcome back to the White Lotus for another Candelight Night!

We are located on Zalera: Shirogane Plot 37 Ward 22 and this event will be started at 8pm EST (US EASTERN STANDARD TIME) SATURDAY July 24th!

Staff will be indicated by Looking For Party symbols and also matching seneschal hair pieces. If you have any questions please whisper one of them.

Please see the following Google Sheet to take a look at our new menu for this month and event details.

Want to join our event discord to get the announcements? Please click here!

We hope to see everyone there for another fun night!

@mooglemeet @crystalxivrp @ffxiv-crystal-rp @zalera-rp

[erahsae-ffxiv]

FFXIV RP Events for the Week of 2021.07.19

Additions Crystal 07/22/2021 - [M] The Immaculate Void - https://xiv.page.link/jbja 07/24/2021 - [M] Candlelight Night - https://xiv.page.link/D9cN 07/24/2021 - Cirque Presents: The Princess Bride - https://xiv.page.link/wCAL 07/25/2021 - Sochu Geiko:  Extreme Weather Martial Arts Training Camp - https://xiv.page.link/Yvrq 08/08/2021 - Hydaelyn Street Faire Beach BBQ - https://xiv.page.link/3d3G

Updates Crystal 07/22/2021 - Verdant Grove Cafe/Flower Shop (new time: 2-4PM US Pacific, was: 1-3PM US Pacific) 07/25/2021 - Crescent and Aetherbound present Fire and Levin on the Sands (Was: Aetherbound Institute's Exhibitions, updated description) Light 07/19/2021 - The Carbuncle Cure (Now on Mondays at 7PM GMT, was Tuesdays) Primal 07/24/2021 - The Grand Collection (New URL: https://xiv.page.link/sYWS)

Removals Aether 07/18/2021 - Home Sweet Home Crystal 07/18/2021 - Tranquility Cafe (Will resume on 08/01) 07/19/2021 - [M] The Engine Room Club & Bar (Will resume on 07/26) 08/13/2021 - [M] The Big One Botanicals Flower Hour (Will resume in September) 08/19/2021 - West Koshu Lounge Karaoke night (Will resume in September) 07/19/2021 - Uranami Onsen Social (Will resume in September) 08/05/2021 - Uranami Onsen Afternoon Tea (Will resume in September) The full calendar can be found at https://ffxiv-rp.org.   One off events for this week can be found behind the cut

Saturday - 2021.07.24

8:00 PM to 10:00 PM Flame Fire Festival [Mateus]Eastern La Noscea (34.8, 26.1) Rating: Teen Music, tropical food / drink, games, and beach time fun! Category: Celebration Contacts: Foxa Sulti

8:00 PM to 11:00 PM [M] Candlelight Night [Zalera]Shirogane Ward 22, Plot 37 Rating: Mature Welcome to the White Lotus Inn! We are happy to invite you to our new monthly Candlelight Nights hosted by the owners of your favorite Far Eastern haunted bathhouse. This is a night themed towards witches and everything spooky. It’s like Halloween every month! Our seer Leina Storme will be doing tarot card readings and haunted tours will be lead by our spectrologian Vander Thuun. Looking for something good to eat? Adrian Suzuka will be selling special enchanted sweets for this night only. Our bar will be open with our beautiful bartender Cao Xiaohu. Category: Other Contacts: Adrian Suzuka

8:30 PM to 10:30 PM [M] Apocrypha's Treasures of the Sea Auction [Balmung]Mist Ward 19, Plot 15 Rating: Mature Apocrypha's Treasures of the Sea Auction,Semi-cursed curios and items of the waves or for wandering them. Category: Trade Contacts: Camille Everardi, Enkhjargal Dalamiq, Alexois Jervaint, Roman Barlowe, Kyle Anderson, Tama Mao, Khoda Hunt

9:00 PM to 11:30 PM Cirque Presents: The Princess Bride [Mateus]Lavender Beds Ward 10, Plot 3 Rating: Teen Cirque performs live on stage the cult classic tale! Love, adventure, pirates, duels and more as the tale of Wesley and Princess Buttercup is brought too life by the famed Eorzean theatre troupe! Category: Performance Contacts: Corsa'ir Boon

Sunday - 2021.07.25

6:00 PM to 10:00 PM 5.55 MSQ - Battle Re-enactment [Balmung]Northern Thanalan, Ceruleum Processing Plant Rating: Teen This event is based off of the happenings of the FFXIV MSQ Death Unto Dawn Part 2. Category: Other Contacts: Khaleed Quartwall (Balmung) || Seriphyn#0337 (Discord)

7:00 PM to 9:00 PM Crescent and Aetherbound present Fire and Levin on the Sands [Balmung]Lower La Noscea - Moraby Drydocks Rating: Teen Club -C-rescent, Aetherbound Institute, and others are coming together for a beach bash! Prepare to have fun in the sun, with displays of music, dancing, fire, and electricity abound!" Category: Celebration Anhe Dulain

[actualkomodo]

Jikhaa.

[[ Context: The entirety of a scene at Candlelight Night, with Cuinn/Jikhaa’s narrative. This is the first time he requests a different name in public.

Has a bunch of mentions... that I’m not gonna mention fskljf but I will plug @elegant-etienne and @pearlescent-scales here...

Disclaimer for food or beverage distributors involved: None of his skepticism is representative of my views on your menu items or service, nor of his actual assessment or the genuine quality of the aforementioned. ;; ]]

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“How shall I introduce you...?”

“Jikhaa.”  Jikhüüngerel.

“This is my friend Jikhaa.”

No words for this feeling.

“Welcome, Jikhaa!”

Welcome? Welcome… home?

No words.

“Bar or snacks?”

“As you like.”

Colours. Wood. Paper. Blue.

“Hello Etienne! That your friend?”

“An old friend… Jikhaa. These are friends as well, Xiaohu and Oosra.”

Lights, voices. Descent.

They kiss Him. Only He is left.

“Name’s Vander Thuun, at your service, friend.”

“Vander.”

“Whatever tickles your fancy, Master…?”

Master... 

“Jikhaa.” It’s loud in his head.

“So, how did you two meet, Jikhaa?”

Where is he?

    Etienne.

“Did you put your name in, Jikhaa? There's nothing at all you're curious about?”

No.

“I suppose I'm envious, then... Makes me think there are things I need to handle. Come clean about, mayhap.”

“Mayhap.” Mayhap, Jikhaa.

Azena would like that.

Etienne likes that.

    Blue.

“Sake?”

No.

“I was hoping not to drink alone.”

“Choose then. For me.”

“Airag for Jikhaa, then.”  

Airag on the counter. Airag from a pitcher. Probably cold. Probably not fresh. Probably not airag.

Silent brothers. Not brothers. Strangers.

Etienne seems happy.

Here. Drink in their hand. Heavy?

“Cheers?”

He walks away.

In the dark, he turns around.

“Not too much?”

“It’s one drink, darling. There’s no sheep for me to yell at…”

“I’m not sheep.” Not sheep. No yelling.

“I promise I won’t yell at you either.”

Sip.

“This is my friend Jikhaa. Order as you like - I've got to make up for all that buuz I ate somehow!”

Buuz then.

“We make a pretty good buuz and other…”

He makes it.  

Etienne has food.

“You'll help me eat some of this, won't you?”

It’s for them.

“After you.” It’s for them.

Crab.

Eating. Etienne likes it.

“This is more than I can eat.”

Okay.  

They like it.  

He wants the flower. It reminds him of Azena.

“How is Miss Azena?”

They were listening.

Clients were angry when she told them she would be away. She is back, dancing. Tea. Busy. Maybe Etienne will see her.

Beside Etienne. Someone else.

Someone else. Behind him.

Someone else.

Someone else.

Someone else.

Frost.

Someone else.

He feels numb.

Etienne seems happy. Warm. Reaching. Stealing… It’s Vander.

My Vander.

“I try not to eavesdrop… They’re personal.”

My Vander.

Defrost.

Etienne.

“Safe?”

Confusion. Understanding.

“Yes, safe.”

“--Jikhaa. They'll be safe here, don't you worry.”

Vander doesn’t know what it means.

Etienne knows.

[eights-of-spades]

A Joker’s Shuffle: Shorthanded Part 2

Upon reaching the upper floors of the mansion, the crew was rejoined by Felica. While the others had been busy rubbing elbows and creating a diversion she had been busily mapping out the upper floors. It was a simple enough matter to find where they were supposed to be going but far more difficult to get there. 

They were blocked by a strange security system. While they had previously lifted a key they soon found, after Frey’s suggestion, that the scanner could be interrupted by dumping a convenient pot overtop of it. Knave proved to have less of an aether signature than a dinner roll and was therefore able to sneak up close enough to drop the pot into place. The crew was then free to move on.

Using a tip found hastily scribbled on a note dropped into Knave’s pocket, Aurum managed to trip a clock-puzzle-lock, opening the secret staircase that comes standard-issue in any self-respecting villains personal lair. 

From there chaos ensued as the crew was unable to crack a safe. Seeing no other option, the crew decided that the only option left to them was to blow the safe and run. Knave remained in the secret room with Remy to rig the explosives while the others left to start looting. They were nearly cut off from their prizes by wandering guards but a twist of fate and one overly-dramatic socialite with champagned spilled on his beautiful dress (again) saved their chance to grab whatever they could land their grubby paws on.

Documents destroyed, paintings grabbed, haunted music boxes looted and one terrible prize (that only Aurum was mad enough to touch) taken... all in all a job well pulled.

@guttergodsknife @bootanicals @atomicdeke @sola-ffxiv @twofaced-xiv

[reigncafe]

Vander Thuun is the Ruthless Royal for Season 3!

With the conclusion of our latest season, we will be taking a one month break. The Ruthless Reign will return for Season 4 in March!

[deviri]

8. “Would a bag of explosives help?”

“What?” Rhys pulls his head up from his work bench, eyes squinting as they adjust to the light.

Vander stands before him with a burlap sack in hand. He jostles it as if to draw attention to it, and which each clink from whatever is inside Rhys feels fear. Vander’s words repeating in his head he throws back his chair as he stands, fingers scrambling to grab onto the bag or Vander or anything he can as he tries to get them out.

“Why would you bring that here?!” His voice pitches high, making his throat burn but he can’t bring himself to care. Using his weight he pushes Vander towards the door with firm harms on his shoulder. “Don’t bring explosives into my home! How did you even get in here?!”

Finally, blessedly, Rhys manages to push the man out. Vander’s cackling echoes down the hall. 

[hexmachina]

💭

Lux, about Vander: No concrete and verbalized thought - only the poring over every single conversation she’s had with him in her mind to calculate the probability that Vander has the kind of money to outright afford the outfit she’d seen him wear last. Where would the money come from? What would he do with it?

...Likely nothing he should tell her about, unfortunately.

Lux, about Jaaster: “Oh. I was reminded the other day that some nobles in Ul’dah choose to leave parts of their estate to their pets... I should forward him a brochure. He should be aware of his options.”

[atomicdeke]

👎 for avenai!

The Duskwight, deep in his cups, groans and puts his face in his hands. “I mislike walking on eggshells, and nowhere do I feel I must I tread more carefully than around her, else she’ll retreat into her shell.” Vander takes a long pull from the bottle, swaying a bit as he starts to tip back, then shift back upright before grabbing the armrest and slapping the table for emphasis. “There’s no satisfaction to be found in measured and muted displays, no release to be had. Laugh! Cry! Scream! I don’t want to see you throw someone across the sand because it’s the ‘optimal means of achieving victory’, or some other mechanical rot. I want to see you throw someone because that will make you feel good! You don’t beat on the whoreson twice your size and thrice your weight because it’s sensible! No, you do it because it’s fucking fun!”

Breathing heavy from shouting, Vander slumps back in his chair, apparently having run out of steam. He lists to one side, elbow on the armrest and face dropping into one hand. “Just...fun.”

[janijaire]

🌺

Vander:

His expression sours almost immediately. After a healthy drink from his glass of wine, Janijaire drawls.

“Mister Thuun is… hrm,” he clicks his tongue, stalling. “Not wholly terrible soul. He’s bad habits–prying, needling–but he.. has his moments. I was rather fond of him, before. His greatest weakness is that he does not know when to stop.”

He sniffs, looking away. “What I like, right. He has a good wit to him, most of the time. He is horribly charming, only adding to his usual charisma. When he speaks of something he actually seems to give half a shit about you can’t help but listen and his eyes are enchanting–wait, no, do not write that down–”

// @atomicdeke