#~*{ opal -- lysander 01 }*~

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~*{ lorelai & lysander }*~

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“Lys!” Lorelai called, her normally honey-tinged tone edging on annoyed as she -- at long last  -- caught sight of her twin. It felt as if it had been days since she had seen him. The truth of that, though, she didn’t quite know. The parties the High Lord and Princess of Dawn threw sometimes crept into days upon days -- their 300th birthday, notably, half a month that she couldn’t quite remember all of between drinks, food, and sensual dalliances. But for some reason, she had been unable to track down her other half well after their latest event had finally come to a close. She’d woken in a bed that was not her own, which was a strange feeling, as Lorelai was known for needing her special blend of silken sheets and over-stuffed feather pillows in order to get a full night of beauty sleep. That hadn’t stopped her from looking perfect, of course. Every morning-colored feather of her great wings were perfectly in place, her golden curls falling around her heart shaped face without a single hair out of place. Despite the late hour, Lorelai was still in lounge clothes -- a cloud-soft night dress and a sheer robe draped around her shoulders with a train that fluttered over the floor of the Glass Palace as her bare feet padded over to him. “Lysander!” She yelled again, putting an extra emphasis on the last part of his name. Because, well, she meant business. Despite that their nights always took them in different directions, the siblings had a ritual each morning, party or no party.

A ritual that was not to be missed, or there was hell to pay.  

“Where have you been?” She demanded, stopping in front of him and tilting her chin to look up at him, the steely gray-blue of the eyes they shared clearly aggravated as she stubbornly planted her hands on her hips. “You missed breakfast. You never miss breakfast -- we never miss breakfast! Just who do you think you are? You better have been wrapped between two Garden nymphs, or I’ll make sure next time, you aren’t allowed any champagne with your strawberry tarts.” She glowered at him, before her annoyance faded into a child-like pout, her eyes wide and doll-like. “You aren’t supposed to miss breakfast, Lys.”

[whalegod]

:3c Lysander

my sweet overseer boy,, another dishonored 1 char. y’all are making me want to replay dh1 btw

01. Full name: Lysander Swan02. Best friend: his hound, Opal03. Sexuality: bi, prefers men04. Favorite color: red05. Relationship status: eventually dates my whaler, gil so taken06. Ideal mate: not gil. i’m joking, of course......07. Turn-ons: i just sent u my thoughts through messenger08. Favorite food: apples, soups09. Crushes: 10. Favorite music: anything that doesn’t come out of a music box, thanks11. Biggest fear: dying & realizing it was all pointless12. Biggest fantasy: escaping the abbey13. Bad habits: tends to eavesdrops but it comes w/ the job i guess14. Biggest regret: he’s had more than a few & they’re all related to the abbey15. Best kept secrets: hmm good question16. Last thought: n/a, all of these have been n/a bc i’m a weenie & don’t wanna think abt my dweebs dying just yet17. Worst romantic experience: none! bc he’s inexperienced when it comes to romance18. Biggest insecurity: he has many,,19. Weapon of choice: cool sword, hound20. Role Model: none :/

this wasn’t super enlightening or anything sorry!