Blue Eyes Looked Up At Him When He Tried To Explain His Gesture And The Young Woman Smiled.

When Julian parted from her, she thought he was going to try running away again and her heart panicked for a moment. It didn't happened. Instead, his hand gripped hers and he led her to the bed, managing to bring a discreet blush to her usually pale complexion, which worsened when she was pulled down to rest against the doctor. However, once his heartbeat reached her ears, everything calmed down and she melt at the sensation of his fingers combing through her hair. It was such a perfect moment she would have given everything she had to make it last for eternity. For once, they would have time to do all the things they couldn't, they would be free... Julian's voice brought her back from her reverie and she listened each of his words carefully, giving him her undivided attention. Lys never dared to interrupt him, not even believing how lucky she was to hear him pouring his heart out with such familiarity. Absentmindedly, her hand came to rest on his chest, caressing it lightly while  lending her ear to the man. However, she soon found herself under the doctor's gaze, his smile melting her heart. How could this man be real?  He may be a self-destructive fool but the apprentice loved him all the same. He was HER self-destructive fool and she would go at the ends of the earth with him, even if she had to steal him from Hell's grasp before. No one would be allowed to stand in between them. Lys wasn't a violent person and she always kept her magic under restrain not to risk hurting someone but if anyone touched her love... She would be merciless. A headache started to show up but was quickly forgotten when she raised her head to meet his lips in a chaste kiss, sweet and loving.

“If you want it so badly then do it. Spend the night with me and leave your worries at the door for the time being. Tomorrow is another day and we'll be able to worry together... But now, try to enjoy what you can have.”

A pale, slender hand brushed his cheek, venturing to his neck, tracing every detail of his skin as if discovering it for the first time. Maybe that wasn't totally wrong... Life hadn't left them much time to bask in each other's presence without being in potential danger. Tonight was a perfect opportunity to tell him everything she felt, to show this tall, dramatic man how loved and desired he really was.

“What do you say about that Julian? Do you want to steal this night for yourself instead of letting it to your doubts and regrets?”

Blue eyes watched him expectantly, full of both hope to spend time with him and fear of seeing him leave once more.  Leaving her behind was Asra's specialty, not Julian's... Right?... Unconsciously, Lys bit her lip, an old habit of hers when anxiety was starting to gnaw her insides.

Tears were staining Lysandre’s shirt as they fell from Julian’s eye. Unrestrained and raw, the act of self-deception was no longer effective in the presence of her soothing demeanor, feeling himself sink into her arms even further, craving her comfort and warmth to the core, it was made obvious from the manner in which he sulked and shook her body with sobbing until it did not hurt anymore. The grieving came to a sudden end and all that could be heard were the soft whines of a desperate man. Nobody else would ever see him like this but her, he wouldn’t open up to this extent even if his life was on the line. If not for her, he would have walked to his death the moment he set foot in this city once more, stupidly so. 

He knew every word she spoke was correct and that by being a scapegoat, he wouldn’t be helping anyone, much less her. This was his reasoning to at least share his mind with her, going against his own cruel and cold dogma of a man trained to feel nothing, to empathize with no one and to keep to himself. Such was the past of the impartial Doctor, whose only purpose was to find a cure for a dangerous illness - you could call it playing God. Maybe the time to face the music was now, with her, not on the gallows with a bunch of people who really wanted him dead.

A sigh and then a tight hug followed just before he parted from her sweet embrace, only to reach for her hand and lead her deeper into Asra’s shop, past the curtains and to the bed, his head turned away from her so she wouldn’t have to see him with a bloodshot eye, sore from bawling. Without courtesy, he simply plopped down onto it and pulled Lys down with him, making her rest her head on top of his chest so she wouldn’t yet see his face, stroking her hair with shaky, slender fingers. A soft voice began to tell a tale of half-truths mixed with genuine feelings, trailing off quietly.

“Must you really share the burden? I’ve been protecting you for so long and now, that I’m so close to the truth…you decide to jump into the lion’s den with me. You’re absolutely insane, you’re…you’re reckless. You have no consideration for yourself…”, his voice was still confused, but far warmer than before, almost as if he was trying to hold back a defeated chuckle.

“I wanted to go to the palace to look for clues…I need to know what happened. I know I’ve got blood on my hands, some way or another…I just hate not knowing.”, he continued, his arm squeezing around her back tightly, possessively. “But now…now I just want to spend the night with you and forget about it. Damn it all, damn it all to hell.”, he ended with slight anger in his tone, not directed towards her but towards the source of his grievances. 

Without another word, Julian untangled his hand from her hair and brought his fingers to his mouth, pulling the glove off with his teeth and spitting it away. She was too dear to him to be touched with something like that in the way. The soft caress of her scalp continued afterwards, life returning to his cheeks little by little when they became a rosy shade of pink. Comfortably, he was brushing her soft hair out of the way to glance at her face and a shy smile appeared on his own.

Aye aye Captain!

Pirate Mazelinka !

I mean.. captain Mazelinka.

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Alistair Millenis D’Haucourt

My apprentice's flirty big brother who would be ready to set the world aflame to protect her. ♦️ Favourite food : Duck breast fillet ♦️ Favourite drink : Cognac ♦️ Favourite flower : Honeysuckle

AKA:

Mister Midnight (by his sister) Raven Sire D’Haucourt

Relatives:

Lysandre Samaël D’Haucourt (sister) Pierre Balthazar D’Haucourt (father) Anne - Marie D’Haucourt (Mother)

Love interest: 

No one at the moment, however he flirts a lot (With Julian to tease his sister, with Asra in hope of getting closer to him and avenge for taking his sister away). He’s rather close with sweet Portia.

His tarot card: VIII Strength

Positive :

♦️ He's very determined in what he does. when he decided to protect his sister, he dedicated his life to her. He would not be able to break this vow.

♦️ He's ready to fight to conquer any obstacle on his way. Even when it was becoming tough, he still continued to search for Lysander Samael and he finally found her.

♦️ Seduction is one of his skills and he does not hesitate to use it to obtain information and favors. However, he stays focused on his goals and refuses to let his mind wander too far.

Negative:

♦️ He proved himself to be a very violent opponent once he’s pissed. He knows how to fight and is not afraid to spar.

♦️ Being born and raised as a noble, he is prideful and can sometimes hurt people by being too stubborn/ harsh. Of course, it is also excruciatingly hard for him to apologise. Other times, he’s the one hurting because he refuses to talk about the problems eating him alive.

♦️ When someone important to him is in any sort of trouble, he has a strong tendency to throw himself in the brawl regardless of the risks. This Hot-blooded big boy has a heart of gold for the ones he loves. Careful if he doesn’t like you though...

Birthday:

August, 2nd

Zodiac sign:

Leo

Personnality:

ESFJ

Physical description:

Gender: Male Height: 6′2 (190 cm) Hair colour: Ink black Eye colour: Grayish blue History:

History

Early Life: Alistair was born as the heir of a noble family : The D’Haucourt. He received a strict education and many privilegies from his father whom he admired greatly. He grew up loving his family who pampered him. However, everything changed when his sister was born. At the age of 7, he was smart enough to realize how unfair everybody was being towards Lysandre Samaël and as years passed, he ended up despising his father. He decided to defend her himself against their family's accusations and disdain, dedicating his life to her. Alistair took  upon himself to make his sister happy in spite of the toughness she was facing everyday. At 22, when he discovered she had left with Asra the magician, he had a mental breakdown and became violent towards everybody. Unable to continue without knowing where she was, he decided to search for her an definitely abandonned his family. His travels: He doesn’t say much about how he traveled all the way to Vesuvia. But the people he encountered outside of his ‘‘golden cage’‘ taught him a lot of things about life. Vesuvia: When he arrived in Vesuvia, he was tired and a bit lost but his easy-going nature helped him a lot. He easily found both his sister and the magician and started to make plans to get rid of him. However, his reunion with Lysandre Samaël after a whole year slowed his vengeance down. But then the red plague arrived... After the Red Plague: As his sister, his memories have been altered but he kept most of them. Sometimes, he realizes he misses some informations but nothing as critical as Lysandre Samaël. He still feels a strong hate towards Asra and still wished to hurt him. Oc by me Official Background is from the arcana game (not mine!)

when someone kills you in a video game but you have health potions

Lysandre Samaël D’Haucourt

The apprentice with a strong artistic inclination and a tenacious hate for injustice. ♦️ Favourite food :  Vol-au-vent ♦️ Favourite drink : Irish Cream ♦️ Favourite flower : Cornflower

AKA:

Mademoiselle D’Haucourt Soeurette (by her brother) Lys

Relatives:

Alistair Millenis D’Haucourt (brother) Pierre Balthazar D’Haucourt (father) Anne - Marie D’Haucourt (Mother)

Love interest:

Julian Devorak.   When Lysandre Samaël isn’t practising magic nor creating art, she daydreams about the fugitive doctor. Since he came into her life, things became terribly exciting and she would die for him. Of course, she’s ready to investigate day and night to prove his innocence to all people of Vesuvia.

Her tarot card: XVII The Star

Personnality:

Positive :

♦️ She’s determined in everything she does, concentrating on every task with all of her being. She desires to help people more than anything

♦️ She’s a very fast learner and has a great capacity of adaptation. Even if being at the palace makes her ill at ease, she still blends in perfectly. However, she keeps in mind

♦️ She can see through many trickeries and lies. Her instincts often guide her and protect her and the ones she loves as well. Negative:

 ♦️ She’s incapable of accepting herself as she is (because of her childhood) and very often forgets herself in favour of helping others. However, while she concentrates on people’s problems, her own troubles continue to haunt her.

♦️In a moment of utter desperation, she would sacrifice herself without even thinking about it. In order to save Julian or her brother, she would be ready to destroy her own life.

♦️ She always hides her worries and pains behind a kind smile. She’s always plagued by depressiveness and old demons like self-harm are still lingering in the very back of her mind.

Birthday:

August, 29th

Zodiac sign:

Virgo

Personnality:

INFJ

Physical description:

Gender: Female Height: 5′4 (164 cm) Hair colour: Honey blond Eye colour: Grayish blue

History

Early Life: She has been raised in a noble family who reproached her to be a woman as she wasn’t a proper heir to carry their name. Because of that, her father forced her to follow both male and female education in order to overcome this "shame”. She grew up with her big brother Alistair, whom she loves dearly. Among the humiliations and negative comments, he became her strength. Very soon, she proved to have a great creativity and a certain talent for music. For a brief moment in time, she enjoyed lapses of carefree happiness with Alistair and a dog that was gifted to her. However, it didn't last long as she showed offensive magic abilities while trying to defend herself from her uncle. She became an outcast once again and her life changed for the worst. That's when she met Asra the magician who offered her to travel alongside with him in order to master her powers. She left with a heavy heart, thinking about her brother dear and how life would be empty without him. Vesuvia: She traveled with Asra during quite some time before arriving in the city of Vesuvia. There, it took her a lot of courage to start her apprenticeship among an unknown city full of people. Even if the magician was very friendly and patient with her, she was still missing some aspects of her former life.However, she adapted quickly as and when she learned more. Asra and her had become great friends by this time and she had catch a glimpse of a bright future for both of them. And then, the red plague struck... After the Red Plague: She doesn't remember much of her time with Asra in Vesuvia. Since her memory loss, life took a boring turn. She despises the moments when the magician leaves her behind in order to travel alone. Somewhere within herself, something is telling her it hadn't always been like this. Sometimes she has a fleeting thought of them travelling together. But it vanishes as fast as it came. However, she remembers well her young years of life, her brother and their home but nothing more. Now she sits quietly in the deafening silence of the little shop, helping Asra when he's here, doing her own job when he's away. She can't say she's happy but she's not utterly miserable either. She's just empty... But just when she was ready to let evrything go to waste, Julian Devorak showed up and Lysandre recovered a liking to living. He brought joy back into her daily routine, and stole her heart. She dedicates all of her efforts into proving his innocence and can't imagine a life without him. He is her guiding light in the dark horizon. Oc by me Official Background is from the arcana game (not mine!)

I was talking to a friend about Harry Houdini and then that night I sat bolt upright in bed with An Idea

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@sedireadieu Lysandre felt sorry for him as she watched him fight against his drunken state. However, his question sent her back to the starting point and the young woman had to force herself not to frown. Not Asra again... He was away and she didn’t need to remember it. She tried to play it off with a tense smile and a bit of sarcasm, hoping she would be convincing enough.

“You would like that wouldn’t you... No. To be honest, I’m here to have a little fun. What can I say, while the cat's away the mice will play...” She took a breath, leaning a bit on the table, her eyes searching his.

“And you dear Doctor? Are you here to have some fun?” She already knew the real answer. Why was he here? To torture himself... Reflect upon his presumed crimes and drown his sorrows in Salty bitters were his favourite activities. The young woman was fully aware that bringing this up wasn’t the best move but she needed to distract him for a bit. Even when being utterly wasted, he remained very observant. It was indeed impressive but also too dangerous for her current mood. Julian wasn’t a bad person, she was absolutely sure about it and she didn’t want to bring him down with her own silly vexations.

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Her first reflex was to shoot this nuisance a furious stare but, as her eyes set on him, recognition hit her. So when he wasn’t breaking in her shop, he was getting drunk… What an amazing schedule. A sigh escaped her lips as she eyed him disaprovingly.

“Julian… Are you really drunk enough to be unable to recognise me? I was going to tell you I was fine but now I’m offended…”

As much as she wanted to scold him for interrupting her brooding session, her lips curved in a small smile. With a vague movement of her hand, she gestured to a vacant chair near her own.

“You should sit before embarrassing yourself further.”

There was no aggressivity in her tone, only amusement. After all, seeing this supposed murderer tripping over himself wasn’t the most scary of things. Plus, even drunk, he was quite handsome… Not that she would admit it though. Blue eyes checked her drink and she groaned, realizing her glass was nearly empty. Tonight, she definitely needed more to let go of her bitterness towards Asra, to forget her duties towards the countess. Tonight, she wanted to have some fun no matter what.

To put it briefly: yes, yes he was that drunk. He had to narrow his eye to even be able to tell who it was, and surely enough, after his eye had adjusted to the familiar face it was as if the light had finally turned on in his currently vacant brain.

An embarrassed blush crept upon his pale complexion as he fell into the chair vis-a-vis her own, trying to brush the incident off with a smile - although, if one were to look at the way he was swaying, they could tell he was more than a bit tipsy.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite lady!”, he exclaimed and reached to tap her on the shoulder in a friendly manner, although that was all the more giving him motion sickness so he stopped soon after, going back to resting his head in his hands as he was when he was sitting down at his own table.

“Oh, what d’you know…your glass is empty, I don’t have a glass…A fated encounter.”, a cheesy grin appeared on his lips as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “A couple more over here, if you are so kind!”, he called out for the bartender to bring them another round. Although observing her through a drunken haze, he could still notice that she wasn’t feeling entirely like herself. “Somethin’ bad happen? You’re usually not one to come here. Oho, am I perhaps rubbing off on you?”

She didn't have enough time to stop him before the whole place drown in chaos. She watched all the drunkards fight with wide, curious eyes. Since the shop was always a quiet place, the blond woman wasn't used to such pandemonium. There was something exciting in watching the brawl from afar. Her life had come to such a dull state that even the smallest thing changing her habits was welcomed with open arms.Blue eyes scanned the crowd with interest before turning to Julian at the sound of his voice. But, as she was going to answer him, someone suddenly drenched him in alcohol. If she didn't dare to laugh at first, the moment she felt the drips touch her, she broke down into childish giggles.

« You dare to splash me Doctor ? You must know this affront won't go unpunished right ? »

Feeling terribly playful, she approached him with a feline gait, predatory eyes gleaming in sheer amusement. The drinks she had were starting to really affect her and the boundaries she always forced upon herself had dissipated from her mind. Once close enough for their bodies to brush, she planted her gaze in his, her hands coming to rest on his chest. In the back of her mind, a little voice was shouting how wrong this situation was. In less than an hour she had besmirched her family's code of conduct and thrown etiquette out of a window.Was it really important at the moment ? No one knew her here, nor her social status. The feeling of Julian's form under her palms was making her giddy and for once she decided to be herself.

« No answer... Cat got your tongue ? »

Lysandre let her hands glide downwards very slowly, shooting him a flirty smile to distract him. If she remembered well, the good doctor was ticklish and she was dying to try it.

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Her first reflex was to shoot this nuisance a furious stare but, as her eyes set on him, recognition hit her. So when he wasn’t breaking in her shop, he was getting drunk… What an amazing schedule. A sigh escaped her lips as she eyed him disaprovingly.

“Julian… Are you really drunk enough to be unable to recognise me? I was going to tell you I was fine but now I’m offended…”

As much as she wanted to scold him for interrupting her brooding session, her lips curved in a small smile. With a vague movement of her hand, she gestured to a vacant chair near her own.

“You should sit before embarrassing yourself further.”

There was no aggressivity in her tone, only amusement. After all, seeing this supposed murderer tripping over himself wasn’t the most scary of things. Plus, even drunk, he was quite handsome… Not that she would admit it though. Blue eyes checked her drink and she groaned, realizing her glass was nearly empty. Tonight, she definitely needed more to let go of her bitterness towards Asra, to forget her duties towards the countess. Tonight, she wanted to have some fun no matter what.

To put it briefly: yes, yes he was that drunk. He had to narrow his eye to even be able to tell who it was, and surely enough, after his eye had adjusted to the familiar face it was as if the light had finally turned on in his currently vacant brain.

An embarrassed blush crept upon his pale complexion as he fell into the chair vis-a-vis her own, trying to brush the incident off with a smile - although, if one were to look at the way he was swaying, they could tell he was more than a bit tipsy.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite lady!”, he exclaimed and reached to tap her on the shoulder in a friendly manner, although that was all the more giving him motion sickness so he stopped soon after, going back to resting his head in his hands as he was when he was sitting down at his own table.

“Oh, what d’you know…your glass is empty, I don’t have a glass…A fated encounter.”, a cheesy grin appeared on his lips as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “A couple more over here, if you are so kind!”, he called out for the bartender to bring them another round. Although observing her through a drunken haze, he could still notice that she wasn’t feeling entirely like herself. “Somethin’ bad happen? You’re usually not one to come here. Oho, am I perhaps rubbing off on you?”