Okay I’m About To Ramble Here, Because I Love That We Have Someone (aizawa Of All People!!) Acknowledging

Let me hug this sad boy <3

Murder be thy name Murder be thy And let there be blood

The young woman didn't expected to find herself exposed to the cool night air so rapidly and she had to hide a shiver when she took place beside Julian. His sudden desire to escape the tavern had been intriguing as possible, without mentioning how dangerous it was to stand outside while the guards were patrolling the streets in order to catch him. Even if the alcohol in her system was still very effective, she was capable of paying close attention to her surroundings. At the moment, all seemed still and the only sounds were coming from the Rowdy Raven's drunkards enjoying their night. However, Lysandre was familiar enough with shadows to know they could hide many surprises ranging from bad to worse...With a sigh, she waited a bit more before finally daring to ask the man what was tickling the tip of her tongue since they had been outside.

“Not that I want to ruin the mood but I'm getting a bit anxious there.Is it really safe to sit out there while being the most searched man in all Vesuvia? If someone spots you and call the guards... It would be a disaster Julian...”

The doctor was caught glancing at her when she turned towards him and immediately, a flush similar to his own crept upon her features. Immediately, giddiness invaded her soul. Since he had been observing her, Lys took the liberty to eye him openly. First, her eyes took his auburn locks in, admiring the way they reflected the moonlight; Then, they traveled to his eye and her heart clenched at the visible marks of tiredness darkening his fair skin. Wouldn't they leave him enough peace to rest for a while?... Damned accusations... Her next target was Julian's nose. As soon as she set her eyes on it, she felt the sudden desire to kiss it and her blush intensified. Unexpectedly, a shiver saved the young woman from embarrassing herself further, bringing her mind back to a more trivial reality : She was cold.

The feeling of warm, soft lips pressing onto his cheek nearly made him lose his balance and it was further perpetuated by her seductive whispers that followed it. He nearly fell to the floor with her from the sudden shock, but luckily he still had some power left in him to pull themselves up on their feet again, landing with her held against his chest. As soon as she was up on her feet, he pulled a hand away from her just to feel the area where her lips once were, a lovestruck blush blooming on his visage. It was as if the cat’s really got his tongue this time around, only managing to look at her as he swallowed dryly, his body getting warmer and warmer the more he was pressed against her.

“O-Oh, I am most happy that you enjoyed it. We were so in sync, I could feel the magic happening.”, he spoke with a sheepish smile in an attempt to seem calm, although his voice was cracking and giving him away easily. Her eyes were hypnotizing, the hair that neatly framed her face was making them stand out even more and frankly, he had the time of his life being the center of attention with her, without a care in the world.

After he was done absentmindedly stroking his own cheek, he shook his head as if trying to wake up from a mirage. That hand quickly grabbed her own and he decided to pull her alongside him to go take a breather outside.

“I-Is it just me or did it get…extremely hot in here all of a sudden?”, Julian spoke, flushed and a blushing mess from what had conspired. What were those in his stomach? Butterflies? He did not know yet. Leading Lysandre outside the bar by her hand, holding onto it gingerly and carefully, he offered little to no explanation as to why they were suddenly leaving. It was just an excuse to keep her occupied, to keep her with him as long as he could. They could go back in after being able to relax in peace and quiet for a bit. Luckily for them, there was a bench nearby, to which the doctor had made his way and politely invited her to take a seat next to him. The moonlight was falling onto their features, making Julian all the more tempted to sideglance at her from time to time, completely mesmerized with her presence, the blush on his cheeks still present.

Hell yes!!!

Young Mazelinka - the Pirate Queen

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.

After Asra's departure, Lysandre tried to drown her loneliness in work. It failed. Then, she opted for a walk in the city. This time, it seemed to work... Until someone mentioned her master. The said master who left her behind once again. The young woman repressed the growing rage inside of her and went in search of her brother. When a closed door welcomed her, she fumed. That's how she found herself in a tavern, mumbling over a drink and sending death glares to any poor soul approaching her.

Like his usual drunkard self, the Doctor could be found at his regular table lit by candles at The Rowdy Raven, secluded from the other drunkards for the most part; he did not appreciate being nagged with cheers and songs while he was trying so hard to be bitter and drown his sorrows into alcohol. However, his 8th glass had already emptied and he truly needed a refill. Without a choice, he sighed and attempted to get up properly, but of course, he had not anticipated the punch that these drinks had packed on him. With a less than gracious stumble, he tripped over his own feet and nearly fell over the blonde lady sitting in the same area as he was. How the hell hadn’t he noticed her before? Probably the self-absorption. Luckily, his arms propped him on her table before he had the chance to fall over and let the disaster of spilling her drink ensue. If he truly had fallen over with his entire weight, the poor soul would be crushed to bits. He wasn’t exactly the smallest of people.

“Oh, God- my bad.”, he slurred out, physically slapping himself out of the effects that the drinks had had on him. “Are you alright? I think I’ve just barged in with the finesse of a boulder.”

How my MC Dem really would have responded to Julian trying to leave him.

Demurge is actually an alcoholic and is a little abusive.

Disdain

Venia ad vitam aeternam

Everything had been going extremely fast for Lysandre's brain. In no time she had found herself trapped under the doctor and was left at his mercy – not that she complained. The feeling of his bare hand on her skin was sparking a devouring fire inside of her body. If he wasn't  guilty for burning the count, he would surely be for setting her whole being aflame. A short gasp left her mouth when his palm reached her breast and her breath  shortened considerably. How many nights had she dreamt of a moment like this?  The young woman had lost the count, not very fond of dwelling on things that would never come true. But now, she had him and this idea combined with his attentions tore a light moan from her throat. And then, then he said what she had been dying to hear for so long... These words which could make her heart melt... She was so happy she could have cried. Instead, watery blue eyes searched for the doctor's gaze, looking at him with unadulterated adoration.

“Gods above, I don't want to behave right now... A-and I don't want you to behave either. “

A short exhale left her while she pulled him closer. Her own next words made Lys blush profusely . She hated how desperate she sounded but it couldn't be helped... She loved him.

“Please, please Julian... I need you so much! Please...”

Shaky hands tugged his shirt out of his pants before sneaking their way under the fabric.to caress his skin. Careful not to scratch him with her nails, the apprentice explored his back, committing each little detail to memory. If he had regrets and decided to leave after the night, she would still be able to remember this magic moment. For someone who lost many memories, it was crucial to have new one to cling to.

“Y-your skin is so soft...”

She didn't really expected these words to tumble out of her mouth and she busied herself unbuttoning his shirt to escape her own embarrassment. As soon as the piece of clothing was open, pale fingers pushed it off his shoulders, gliding down the length of his arms to finally get rid of it. Then, she took a moment to admire the man who stole her heart.

The fingers exploring his skin managed to make him shudder and let out a soft gasp, muffled by her lips as she stole a kiss from him. Why was he trying to leave earlier, again? No answer could be provided by his currently vacant mind, which was too entranced by her every word and action to even be able to come up with a quick answer to her questions - and then, he simply smiled at her proposal, but it was his usual mischievous smile, sign that he was once again calm and he had managed to let go of his worries, at least for a while.

“I don’t know how you do it, but… when it comes to you, I simply…”, he spoke in a slow, hushed, loving tone as his hand wandered off to her chin, which he had grabbed in order to pull her closer. The sentence was never finished, because as soon as their lips met, Julian pushed hungrily against the warmth of her mouth, hand sliding back into her hair to hold her close, his other one squeezing the small of her back tightly, as if he was scared that she would disappear at any second. He closed his eye and continued his crusade of lingering, passionate kisses until he had eventually ran out of breath and had to stop, excited panting escaping his lips while he futilely tried to regain what little composure he still had. 

Cheeks flushed and hands shakier than he wanted to admit to, he pushed her off with a grunt only to pin her down under him, towering over her, his weight impudently trapping her underneath his large form. Their legs were entangled, a knee placed in between hers so he could fit above her. In frustration, he threw his other glove off too and let his bare skin touch her own, allowing his fingertips to curiously explore the tenderness of her neck, to stroke and push her skin along with utmost care. His intrusive index finger traced the middle of her throat down to her clothed chest, stopping above her heart once he had felt her pulse, resting his palm on her breast. It had made him blush terribly when he realized that he practically just groped her, his own pulse moving to his cheeks as he swallowed dryly.

Their gazes met briefly, an exchange of glances of two people who were obviously in love, although one of them was too clumsy to say it out loud, afraid of what the future might hold. Every time he tried to confess, the three words got stuck in his throat and they sounded just like pathetic whines and even now, he was trying so hard to do it with the same unsatisfactory results. To gather courage, he took in a deep breath and leaned in closer to her face, going past it to her ear. A shaky exhale left his mouth, hot breath tickling her skin as he wrapped his lips around her earlobe. All that she could hear were his soft, satisfied grunts while his tongue and teeth explored the softness of the area, his hand caressing her chest through the fabric. The other one had remained entangled in her hair for a while before he retracted it to be able to cup and stroke her cheek, caressing her endlessly. 

The licks and bites turned into soft kisses quickly after and his breath had calmed down enough for him to be able to form words. Julian managed to whisper a soft “I love you” into her ear as he nestled his forehead into the side of her head, nuzzling her golden hair to his heart’s content. Even when he was practically crushing her under his weight, it did not feel like they were close enough, never enough.

“Tell me if it’s too much, I promise I’ll behave…”, he purred with a chuckle to let her know she could stop him at any time, but for the time being, he continued to shower her in warmth and affection. “…But you don’t have to behave around me, if you don’t want to.”, he continued in the same flirtatious manner, stroking her cheek with his thumb as he lifted himself enough to be in her field of vision, a wide grin plastered on his otherwise flushed expression.

Just a little wip of our beloved Doctor and my apprentice.  (I’m stuggling with my old tablet though x_x ) Ad Astra Per Aspera: To the stars through difficulties.

She let herself be pushed to the door and, if the situation wasn't so upsetting, she would have enjoyed to have him towering over her smaller frame like that. Her eyes didn 't left his gaze, and for a moment, she drowned in it, admiring every emotion passing over. Did she hated life in itself ? No . What she dreaded was a life without him, returning to being an empty shell carrying on with her existance by automatic reflex, because Asra expected that from her. Julian had brought her back to life and she wouldn't let him be killed by those blood-thirsty vultures. No matter the price to keep him alive and well, the apprentice would pay it. As  his hand found her neck, squeezing lightly, she pushed herself against it a lot more frankly to prove the point of her next words.

« A life without you isn't worth living. If I can't save you from your fate then I'll hang by your side. I love you Julian and I'm not scared of it nor am I scared to die. If this is our future then so be it ! But we're going to face it together. »

Unable to resist longer, one of her hands sneaked its way to the back of his neck, caressing his skin, and she joined their lips in a desperate kiss, attempting to pass all of her feelings through it.

♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room. Lysandre was furious. Once again this tall idiot was pushing her away for some nonsense and she was starting to become desperate. Why was he always walking away from love and care?! Couldn't he see how precious he was? The young woman slammed the door shut with a powerful blow, looking at him straight in the eyes, her own reflecting both hurt and exasperation."I won't let you walk away from me without clear and valid arguments Julian!"

He physically jumped when the door was slammed, staring at her for a brief moment before his gaze wandered off. Without a clear way out of the situation, Julian was seriously considering jumping out the window instead of having to face Lysandre’s wrath and his own problems, it was obvious from the way his eye was fixated on the shimmer of hope on the opposite wall. With a sigh, he brought a hand to his hair and brushed it out of his face while scratching his head, completely at a loss. His shoulders dropped with a deep sigh and so did his intent to leave.

“I can’t…keep anything from you, can I? You’re going to get yourself into a lot of trouble one day because of your attitude.”

The tone of his voice might have been harsh, but his expression was dumbfounded as to why someone would go to this sort of lengths for him of all people. His eye now fixed on her own, he closed the distance between them and pushed her back against the door, his elbow resting near her frame as he was leaning in, hovering above her with furrowed brows and a confused look in response to her hurt gaze.

“Do you hate your life that much? I told you…time and time again. I don’t want you to get into trouble for me. If you’re so much as seen with me, your neck will be on the gallows as well.”

At the mention of the gallows, his free hand wandered off to her neck and gave it a gentle squeeze to serve as warning. Although his words were meant to be pushing her away, he was the one leaning in, close enough for their lips to touch but not quite, just enough for his hot nervous breath to bounce back against his skin from her own.

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!)