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A night off only means the bodyguard is less guarding and more skulking. Keeping a close eye on the imperial family only as a perfect excuse to keep an eye, also, on everyone else in the ballroom. Or so he tries. Right now, he has been intercepted by an individual who may or may have not indulged in more drinks than they could tolerate. He tries to escape with a courteous and modest smile, keeping a prudent distance. "Regrettably, I am unfamiliar with this form of dancing," or most forms of dancing, for that matter. He was a decent singer, had a neat calligraphy and could fly a kite beautifully, but dancing was far from his preferred form of artistic expression. Nor his preferred form of mourning. "I am certain you will find a more suited companion—"

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"Am I meant to be seeing something impressive, sweetheart?"

This wasn't at all what he had imagined for himself when he had moved to the city. He had always assumed that falling in love was something storied, something that had happened to his father with his late mother. But meeting her had changed everything. It had been instantaneous for him, looking into her eyes he had found something that he hadn't even been looking for. She was beautiful, physically, inwardly, everywhere. He couldn't have kept himself from her if he tried. There were parts of her hidden from him, ever shifting that he did try to catch onto but always it slipped from between his fingers. He had promised himself that he would never stop trying to know her completely. He loved her, more than he could even explain. He loved her utterly. He just wanted her to know that, wanted her to feel like she could be honest with him.

Their anniversary had come up and he had made reservations at a beautiful nearby restaurant that they had yet to dine at. He peeked into the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe as he looked in at her. "Are you ready?" He softly asked her, studying her a little to see if anything was off kilter about her. Sometimes he could catch her seeming worried, concerned, maybe even a little flustered if he ever put the question of what was wrong to her. "We should leave soon if we want to make the reservation." - @inabcck

@modelingmerman || starter || location: new haven -> my cup runneth over

Ezra had been walking throughout town in the dusk hours of the morning. Running a farm had always been a tough profession for the selkie. However, starting that job without a cup of coffee and a few fresh pastries seemed to make the mornings on the farm down right impossible. He had appreciated the view of a waking New Haven as the selkie looked around the empty streets and dark sky above him slowly teem with light and life. Ezra smiles to himself in awe at the pink and purple hues of the morning sky as dawn had began to rise. In his remote village of selkies, Ezra was no stranger to fascinating skies illuminating him overhead. But the captivation of New Haven's pink and purple morning skies still captivated him just the same as his village's northern lights.

He turns the corner ahead, bidding the sky a good morning before making his way into a little coffee shop. Ezra steps inside, his coming up to adjust his glasses as the adjust themselves to the coffee shop's lighting. The atmosphere was comfortable and homely. If the selkie wasn't needed at the farm, he would gladly stay the entire day. If not for the coffee, then for the barista behind the counter. Throughout the months of Ezra being in New Haven, he's been quite curious of the locals. He had always seen mermaids and other kinds of merfolk in his travels prior to New Haven. It would sometimes pain the selkie to go about his day without being able to sit down and spend a few hours on just talking to them. While Ezra is needed at the farm, he hopes the merman behind the counter indulges him for a least a minute.

"Howdy." Ezra begins to say softly. "It's a beautiful morning out there."

Intel about the Eleventh Harbinger's health condition came quickly within the conversation Neuvillette had with the Fourth. In truth, they have conversed about an extended list of different matters such as the measures the Fatui took under her command to assist the Poisson and other adjacent locations that needed assistance in the dire moments Fontaine was facing because of the prophecy. The Gnosis was, of course, a foreseeable subject that would've caused reticence in the past if he didn't count with new information he never heard about from a lady dweller of the Abyss.

Tartaglia was such topic of conversation too, the lengths the man has gone to assist a country that was unjust to him and the reason behind convicting him as guilty (merely a ploy behind lady Focalors' plan, now he knows) are unattended matters he had yet to discuss with the young man in question. And, of course, a formal apology was in order.

That's why, at his request to extend his presence a little longer in Fontaine before he departs to his homeland to continue his recovery, Neuvillette asked the Fourth to arrange a meeting between them. Were bad luck be on his side and the man is not conscious, he would have no other choice but to write a letter instead to act as a personal apology. The Iudex sits on a chair by the side of the bed, one leg crossing over the other in his customary elegant sitting and watches the man for a few moments before his eyes close to heave a muted sigh. "I hope you forgive the inconvenience of my presence in a moment of vulnerability, Tartaglia." Though his intention is to converse with him, his voice is barely above a whisper, finding that he wouldn't desire to perturb his rest.

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After leaving her sister alone in the cinema, Elsa felt a pang of regret. She thought of ways to make it up to Anna and eventually decided to surprise her with a cute little dog. Determined to find the perfect pet, Elsa headed to the pet shop, where she spent a considerable amount of time choosing the right one. She finally settled on a small dog that she thought would be perfect for Anna. Determined to make the surprise even more special, Elsa decided to let Anna name the dog, as it would be her responsibility to take care of it. With the dog in hand, Elsa made her way back to the cinema to reunite with her sister and bring her a little joy. She decided to wait outside till the movie was over.

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Adam was filled with joy and excitement as he stepped into the café again. He couldn't wait to see how much his assistance to James planning his wedding had helped him. To his surprise, James had sent him a basket filled with delicious goodies for him and his staff. Adam was overwhelmed with gratitude and couldn't help but smile. However, as he looked at the basket, he realized they didn't have enough space to store all of it. Just as he pondered what to do, a customer walked into the café. Adam quickly composed himself, "Sorry for the delay", and asked the customer how he could be of assistance.

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Kiaan was a little wet behind the ears. 

That’s what one of his friends told him at least and it was something he accepted. Even after he found out the meaning, he just liked to have fun. That was the plan tonight. The three of them entered a brothel, where the music was loud, the drinks were following and the men were rowdy. The three joined the table that had many men around it, some coupled with the whore’s by their sides and others watching the ones in the middle of the table. 

A light blush covered his face but Kiaan focused on nursing his drink. “Ki-Darsh.” His friendly quickly corrected when he was elbowed. Kiaan wasn’t here, tonight, he was Darsh. They had traveled a ways away but it was better to be safe. “Why don’t you take someone to bed?” He finished with a smirk and Kiaan couldn’t help but stick out his tongue at the teasing. His eyes roamed the table, making sure no one heard. He did manage to lock eyes with one person, quickly looking away, did they hear? 

He pretended not to notice, instead during back to his drink, putting up his wonderful bravado. “There would be no one left for the others, I couldn’t do that but pick you want, it’ll be on me tonight.” 

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Satoshi had wandered into the kitchens — already not a place for a guest to be — in order to find something warm to drink, a taste of local infusions, and happened to walk into an embarrassing situation. There is food on the floor, which seems to be the reason for the severe lecture one of the cooks is being subjected to. She doesn't understand the language, but she recognizes a scolding by sound alone. And while it is not her place to step in, the utter shame on the young man's face seems to indicate he has already learned his lesson. "Ma'am, I think he's had enough." It is as she intrudes the conversation that a second pair of steps make their way into the kitchen as well.

Birthday girl, or something

It wasn't strange for Kelly to work on her birthday. What was strange was anyone actually remembered that it was her birthday, she knew her husband didn't care enough to make it special. So she didn't expect any gifts or well wishes.

"So, what is it you are coming here for?" The doctor said, turning towards what seemed to be a patient (or a fan, strangely enough, she got quite some fans who wanted to see her from time to time)

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Suspiró, consciente de figura a su lado mas fijando su mirada en el horizonte— Supongo que era demasiado pedir unas vacaciones con todo pago... ¿Qué te gustaría estar haciendo ahora, en lugar de esperando un rescate? —quería levantar los ánimos de la gente, pero no era la situación más sencilla de navegar... Sonrió apenas—. Es muy tonto, pero después de todo esto quiero estar en tierra firme, abrazando un árbol o algo por el estilo. 

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"And here I thought that you were dead."

"You really seem like you're having a great time." Rand exclaimed flatly as he watched her do some smaller chores about their camp. They always broke about this time of day and he always split work between them. He, of course, did the harder things but he made sure to relegate things for her to do as well so that she wouldn't grow bored with this seemingly endless partnership. She didn't seem to like him or maybe it was innate sarcasm but Rand found that he actually cared what happened to her. He had found her not too long ago and they had been traveling ever since. She had someone to get home to and Rand had simply been wandering after he had lost nearly everyone. He would make sure she got somewhere safe and he would do so without retreating back into the hollow of his mind.

A small chuckle came from him as he opened his canteen and drank some water from it. After a brief moment he reached the canteen out towards her, an invite playing in his eyes. He was sure that his next question would be answered and met with leagues of sarcasm but he wouldn't have really minded that given the silence that seemed to ring about them. "Why were you at that farmhouse?" - @inabcck

@moonsxmagic || location: pantheon

The young wearbear had been staring at this man for the better half of the night, Eros couldn't shake the feeling he knew this man somehow. It had been a busy night at Pantheon and the young werebear had offered to help out during the summer. However, Eros's staring might have cost him as the young werebear began to feel overwhelmed with the amount of drinks he fell behind on. He flipped and poured, shook and stirred. When he had just about caught up, Eros saw that same man walk towards him.

Being this close, Eros could see him in more detail. He tries to hide the stupid grin on his face as memories from his high school years began to resurface. The man before him was his highschool class assistant teacher, Dominic Miles. As Eros was about to smooth talk the handsome man in front of him, memories had rushed to him of all the embarrassing ways the young cub tried to impress him in class, resulting in a butchered, "Hey-- Hi! How's it going?"

Law and the subsequent punishment to the guilty as a means to remodel themselves and repent for their wrong deeds are intrinsically connected together. Nevertheless, it is widely known that the Court of Fontaine is not to involve itself in the matters of the Fortress of Meropide and so is true for the other way around. This is one of the many reasons why Neuvillette's presence would rise more than a set of eyebrows were they witness him strolling his way into the Duke's office and emerging no more from that enclosure.

The reason of his visit being none other than to see Fortuna one more time after finding out that in his absence on the surface due to a lengthy talk with a lady from the abyss, Wriothesley put it to use. For a good one, at that. Perhaps upon forgiving the original sins of the people of Fontaine the great ship' lost part of its meaning's purpose had to be adjusted with the new needs. Thankfully it didn't lose meaning as the Fortress did with the passage of time with the first repentant ones who found purpose anew in their life upon encountering the former Hydro Archon's light.

"The seeds of your effort to make Fortuna functional were harvested that day." Preventing the people of Fontaine from drowning as a result of Narwhal's product of sorrow and desire to devour is no little feat, after all. It is not by his own merit alone that this was made possible: it began with a drop of water that wished to deceive the Heavenly Principles, it continued with everyone's faith in Justice and it culminated with everyone as actors of this big play that only recently reached to a curtain call. Draconic eyes seek the Duke's icy ones. "Thank you."

Thank you for not letting lady Focalors and Furina's part to go to waste under the inclement waves of the Prophecy.

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