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𝘖𝘩, 𝘯𝘰. 𝘐 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. —— MDNI. —— Penned by #APOSTASYA
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phosphylax.bsky.social
#GIRP
Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins ... But you may call me Flins.
arsillicitum.bsky.social
“I don’t suppose you’ve reconsidered?” Stepping closer to pace at his side, head lowered enough to avoid his eyes.

“I still believe it would benefit us both, as we’ll be in attendance regardless. And I’m sure you understand why I’d much prefer an answer sooner rather than later.”
arsillicitum.bsky.social
Dottore mutters something under his breath, a quiet drawl in some dead Sumeru tongue.

“… I suppose it’s a fitting life for a nobleman such as yourself. One must be appropriately prepared to carry on such a grand legacy.”

Sighing, he turns to fully face the redhead, hands clasping behind his back.
arsillicitum.bsky.social
Many faces are familiar, distant memories from the other-him—Prototype 533, was it? The cowardly Seneschal tucked away in the back, chatting away with holier-than-thou noblemen. The wealth is evident in every picture, opulence dripping from every outfit.
noctua-luminis.bsky.social
Adelinde disappeared with the coat, murmuring something about 'needing some more feathers' and the two gentlemen were left alone in the lounge.

Diluc stood in silence, imprisoned in a recollection of past events from his childhood at the Doctor's words as he observed the frozen memories sitting »
arsillicitum.bsky.social
"Nonsense, there's no need to be so formal. We've known each other for some time, after all... There's no harm in it."

His own ridiculously feathered coat sways as he makes his way to the fireplace, blue ‘feathers’ swishing side to side. The Doctor’s intent is, of course, a far from harmless, -
arsillicitum.bsky.social
apostasya

New rp plot: wagon abduction 🥰 (by which I mean inviting Diluc to come voluntarily again)
arsillicitum.bsky.social
apostasya

I’ll be back in like 30 mins I have to bring my grandmother somewhere
arsillicitum.bsky.social
“Will that be all? Or do you intend to cause a disturbance in broad daylight?”
arsillicitum.bsky.social
“The triumphant hero has such a way with words… Bravo, truly.”
4thdescender.bsky.social
"Then you have a punchable mouth, Doc."
arsillicitum.bsky.social
“That’s not very sporting… You cannot even see the majority of my face.”
arsillicitum.bsky.social
“… I’m sure your father was proud to raise such a talented and refined son.”
arsillicitum.bsky.social
- despite the pleasantries dribbling from his lips.

He eyes the mantle quietly, lingering on each photograph to drink in all he can—every companion by his side, every last setting.

“Quite the extraordinary childhood,” he hums, noncommittal, a glance cast over the plumage decorating his shoulder.
arsillicitum.bsky.social
"Nonsense, there's no need to be so formal. We've known each other for some time, after all... There's no harm in it."

His own ridiculously feathered coat sways as he makes his way to the fireplace, blue ‘feathers’ swishing side to side. The Doctor’s intent is, of course, a far from harmless, -
noctua-luminis.bsky.social
𝑇𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐𝘩— Diluc takes a deep breath, schooling his expression to a slight discomfort.

"Come on. I don't think he's interested in that." He took off the ridiculously feathered coat to offer it back to Adelinde with a glance that she picked up immediately.

"Oh, but a few photos from »
arsillicitum.bsky.social
The Doctor hums, the soft click of his heels marking his approach—the increasingly common crowding of Diluc’s space.

He turns to Adelinde with a practiced smile, head dipping to follow her gesture. A pity for Diluc, truly, that Dottore is a terribly curious man.

“Oh? You’ve been with the -
arsillicitum.bsky.social
- Ragnvindr family for some time then, I take it?”

His grin widens as he glances at the redhead once more. Endear the maid. Lay the bait. Profit.

“It’s quite hard to imagine how Master Diluc was so long ago… I’d hardly be surprised if he were born with this elegance.”
arsillicitum.bsky.social
The Doctor hums, the soft click of his heels marking his approach—the increasingly common crowding of Diluc’s space.

He turns to Adelinde with a practiced smile, head dipping to follow her gesture. A pity for Diluc, truly, that Dottore is a terribly curious man.

“Oh? You’ve been with the -
noctua-luminis.bsky.social
"I'm not convinced. I'm just keeping the possibilities close."

He turns away, and the coat gracefully swirls behind him in a ruffle of feathers that makes Adelinde clap her hands with excitement.

"The last time I managed to convince master Diluc to wear an outfit was this tall!"

She pointed to »
arsillicitum.bsky.social
“It seems only logical to attend together. Less time wasted on trying to hunt each other down… more freedom to tend to our respective business obligations without fuss.”
arsillicitum.bsky.social
He leans back again, drawing his hands into his lap (lest the fidgeting or need to swipe something from the other’s desk return).

“It is a fairly anonymized event, beyond the ‘charitable’ sums of Mora expected of every patron… And stalking one another would just be distracting.”
arsillicitum.bsky.social
“Well, I certainly have intentions—but not the sort you need to be so tetchy about. Do lighten up.”

Whatever plans he had prior are set on the back burner as a terrible new idea takes center stage. It’s hardly logically sound—but sometimes ‘fun’ takes precedence.

“I’d like to make a proposition.”
arsillicitum.bsky.social
“Astute as ever.”

Arms crossing over his chest as he silently gives the outfit in question a once-over, huffing softly.

“And here I thought you’d need more convincing to get into the spirit of things…”