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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.

I bleed just to know I’m not alone

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.

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.

The young woman wasn't prepared for such a response on his part but she wasn't going to complain. After all the times she tries to make him understand how much he represented to her, she was finally happy to see him expressing himself so passionately. Her heart was beating  hard and his touch upon her skin was setting her aflame from inside. The young woman's state didn't get better when she found herself trapped. Stuck between him and the door, she would have panicked if it had been any other than the Doctor. Instead, she brought him even closer, moaning lightly at his new fervor. She let him take the lead, her lips soft and hungry against his, even when he was stealing her breath away. Of course she was okay with him taking everything she had to give. She wanted to tell him so badly. She desired to be his and his only. But he didn't wanted to understand...Sometimes, Lysandre was feeling the urge to shout at him, to knock some sense into this thick skull of his, other times she just felt like breaking down and crying, ready to forget her pride and beg for his life to be saved. Had it been about anyone else, she would have already given up. Each time he pushed her away resulted in her feeling down for days and sometimes, the hurt she felt was consuming her entirely. Maybe was it silly to wish for a life with him. All the times she was daydreaming about contemplating the night sky in his arms could be useless wanderings about a future that wasn't hers to have. The apprentice didn't know but she wanted to believe... Her lips had nearly formed an answer when his expression cracked and she found herself witnessing a heart-wrenching scene. The moment she heard Julian cry, everything disappeared around her, letting her focus on the man hunched over her shoulder.

“Shhh... Everything will be okay Julian... You're not alone in this mess.”

Lys did her best to keep her voice calm and quiet not to upset him even more. The hand that was in the back of his neck found its new place in the man's hair, massaging his scalp in soothing motions while the other went to his back, drawing invisible lines across his shirt.

“I know you're tired of everything happening and you just want for it to end but death isn't the only solution. There's still hope for you and I refuse to let you go without a fight... It may be hard to accept to be loved since life and people has been hard with you but please, trust me when I say I 'll be here for you no matter what. “

She squeezed him slightly, continuing to caress his hair.

“I trust you. I trust you with my whole being. You're not a bad person. I don't care about the accusation weighing upon you, somewhere within me, I know you're not a murderer. Now, in order to understand you better, I need you to talk to me... Could you do that for me Dear?”

It would be difficult for him to talk but she had to try anyway. It would surely help him feel better afterwards. Not wanting to rush  the Doctor, Lysandre kept her silence, continuing to cuddle him softly against her.

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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 hate 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.

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Trapped in a trance while staring at her, a shade of pink crept upon his cheeks at the feeling of her fingers on his nape and as soon as he was pulled into the kiss, he put up no resistance. Ravenous, hungry kisses had befallen her in between his soft wails of despair to rival her own misery, unable to understand her stubbornness and the feeling that was growing inside of his chest due to her words full of kindness and selflessness. 

“I…why…you’re making this so much harder than it has to be, listen to me…”, he spoke clumsily, trapped inside the kiss, voice trembling from the sudden feeling of his heart dropping inside of his stomach. What he felt wasn’t something that he could put into words, instead, he decided to show her. He did want a life alongside her more than anything, but he did not want her to sacrifice herself if it turned out that he was the bad guy, no matter how much he loved her. And oh, he did love her, to the point where he would have taken her away and left this wretched place behind in memory; but he still had to do good by Portia and those who helped him escape for so long. He couldn’t run away anymore.

“Someday, I will have to face the music…one way or another.”

With the same fervor, he smacked his lips against hers as if to dissipate the thought from his mind, even if for a short, fleeting moment. The hand on her neck was only gently squeezing her from time to time while his thumb was caressing the side of her throat, feeling the pulsing life through her soft skin. Only for a moment did he break the kiss, enough to call her a downright fool for being such a martyr - he was quite familiar with the concept - and with a grunt of frustration, he pushed himself against her, trapping her form with a leg between her own, stealing all the kisses he wanted from her lips even if he was soon to run out of breath; until he did though, he took this opportunity to dig his other hand into her hair and move her head as he pleased until he took everything he could. With a heavy satisfied exhale, he parted from her lips with a thin string of saliva, panting softly as he then chose to rest his forehead against hers.

“If you keep offering yourself on a silver platter like that, I will take everything you give me and then some. Are you really okay with that? I’m not a good person, Lys. I will hurt you.”, try as he might to keep up a villainous facade, it all came crashing down when he looked into her eyes, biting down on his lip in an attempt to get himself to shut up - he would never hurt her. He would rather die, and even that wouldn’t help, it would just hurt her even more. As much as he wanted to pretend that he was capable of such a thing, the truth was he was in love with her. But those sweet words got stuck in his throat every time he tried to spell them out, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to live up to them. 

His scowl twisted into a pitiful expression that was quick to tear up, much alike a beat-down puppy’s abandoned on the side of the road. His body and mind were losing their strength and in order to hide his tears, he wrapped his arms around her upper back and waist, his head now resting atop her shoulder, grieving loudly into her clothed body, burying his face into it so he would stop already. The doctor was fully aware of how pathetic he looked and sounded like.

The second he started to dance, she forgot everything around them and concentrated on her stepping, making sure to follow him while avoiding missteps. It was surprising to see him managing so well in his current state. This man was full of surprises... When his breath tickled her skin, Lys felt her whole body shuddering despite the stuffy ambient of the tavern and words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them.

« Terrible decision or not, You have all my trust Julian »

At this point, the young woman didn't know exactly what she meant by that. Was she talking about the actual dance or about something more general ? With the alcohol running through her system, her mind was wandering too much for her liking. The smile on his lips had a lot of effect on her and she followed his rythm with a dreamy gaze. Each time he brought her frame closer to his, she flushed, enjoying the intimacy as if she had been deprived of it for decades. The other clients' stares and the smell of alcohol was long forgotten, swept away by the doctor's charming self and the care with which he was holding her. However, Lysandre wasn't prepared for his final, letting out a little gasp at first before blushing profusely. It was intimidating to be reminded of his tall person in such a personal way but at the same time, she had butterlies in her stomach just by looking at him. When the young woman saw his grin, she giggled and raised her head just enough to kiss his cheek before carefully nuzzling it with her nose.

« You're an amazing dance partner Julian... Who would have guessed... »

She murmured near his ear, letting her lips brush his skin.

"I loved it..."

“Oh, but of course we are, dear.”, Julian spoke as he carefully guided her into a slow waltz to get used to her stepping, leading for the moment, to the best of his abilities considering he was intoxicated and keeping a straight line with a back and forth movement wasn’t exactly easy. However, he was confident enough in his footing that he knew he would not step on her at any point even if he messed up the pace. Chuckling from the atmosphere of heavy anticipation that had dawned upon everyone watching, he said in a hushed tone only for her ears to hear as he leaned in dangerously close to the side of her head, hot breath bouncing against her fair skin. “I will be honest when I say that I have no idea what I’m doing, but I hope you do trust me enough to lead this time around…which would be a terrible decision on its own.”

The entire bar was staring at them while they were swaying back and forth, with him tightening the grip that he had on her while she squeezed back, a charming smile being displayed only for her eyes to see. When the song was slowing down so was their movement and when it sped up, he knew that was the time for him to help her do a twirl, holding her hand gingerly as she spun before he pulled her back into his broad chest, holding her with utmost care. His weary head had rested against her own, gazing down at her with a half-lidded drowsy eye that still managed to somehow display the excitement he was feeling. Whether this was a waltz or a tango, he did not care, he would do it all at once. She was such an intoxicating person that her feisty nature rubbed off on Julian, it made him want to do embarrassing stuff like this in the public eye and not care about the consequences. The place reeked of alcohol and here he was, trying to be romantic to the only person besides his sister that was not blaming him for a crime he did not commit. Maybe his infatuation was based on a bias or maybe it really was just some kind of strange warmth growing in his chest, something he wasn’t very familiar with, and the closer they were to each other even for an ephemeral moment in time, the more he did not want it to end. After he spun her again gracefully, he leaned forward on one of his feet and held onto her arching back; she had no chances of dropping onto the floor, Julian was holding her above it with ease. While she was being loomed over like that, he wiggled his eyebrows at her and if he could wink, he would have - for now, a wide and silly grin had to suffice.

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.

Kneel for me, unknowing fool Kneel for me, unworthy pig

Disdain

Venia ad vitam aeternam

Let me hug this sad boy <3

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

At the mention of the countess, the young woman tensed. But she didn't had time to reflect more as she felt her hands in his. Then, she found herself so close to him, and, and... She needed to keep her calm. There was no reason to be so nervous for a childish game she had started. Even if he had been the one nearly falling over her, she had been the one teasing him. The feeling of his palm upon her back was too much and not enough at the same time, and she surprised herself by leaning slighty against Julian. When he asked for a song, she first thought she had misheard him. It would have been possible since the tavern was rather lively. However, she soon realized he was being serious when she found herself in the middle of the floor. Lysandre could feel all the gazes fixated on them and she pressed herself against the doctor, reassured by the contact. 

« Julian... Are we really going to dance in the middle of all these people ? » She had always loved to dance. It reminded her of very old and foggy memories burried in the back of her mind. At this point, she wasn't sure if she had dreamt about them or if they were real but they were leaving her with strange vibes everytime they came to her mind. In those memories, she was learning how to dance, sometimes failing at being gracious, sometimes getting praised... Then she was in ballrooms, among crowds of richly clothed people gossiping and enjoying their time. It all seemed so long ago...

Her hand gently squeezed his while the other rested on his shoulder. Of course they were going to dance in the middle of the tavern ! They were both inebriated and the occasion was too good to be denied. She adressed Julian a bright smile, her cheeks flushed and her heart beating hard against her ribcage. Tonight, the young woman was finally feeling alive.

Caught in the moment, he hadn’t noticed the drips that had fallen onto her figure or he would have apologized in an instant, but now it was far too late. She had already started getting feisty with him and the doctor wasn’t one to refuse a good flirting session. He knew that she was close to Asra and he knew of her nobility status quite well, so in a way, this fueled him even further to continue her advances, to see how far she would go.

Although, nothing could have prepared him for the way she slid her hands up his chest, a visible blush that had no relation to the alcohol he had in his system crept upon his cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears. If the table wasn’t stable in place, his weight would have shifted it back with the sudden movement he had made against it as if he tried to scoot away but couldn’t; for once, he was the one trapped and embarrassed and frankly, he was no good at behaving under those circumstances. 

“Oh goodness, I suppose there is no other choice… I will have to pay for it with my body.”, wiggling his eyebrows at her, he slid his own arm around her waist as if to challenge her. To turn the situation in his favour, he cleared his throat for a bit and, although blushing, he displayed a seemingly confident grin, daring to lock his eye on her own. That did not last long when her lands had landed on his abdomen and he almost squirmed away with laughter, warning her with the way he spoke once more, although really, he had no power here and no intention to slide away. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you~”

Lys was so proud of herself when she saw the man flush under her attentions. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to break his usual confident cover and see the real Julian hiding underneath. However, his next words sounded so inappropriate yet promisingthat it was her turn to blush profusely. Even more when she felt his arm around her waist, a warm feeling suddenly invading her. Usually, she avoided physical contacts, shying away even from her master's touch but against all odds, she found  it was terribly enjoyable coming from this tall man. So much enjoyable she nearly forgot her first plans... Drinking so much definitely wasn't a good idea.

A chuckle escaped the young woman's lips at his warning. She came even closer, ghosting her hands over his ribs in « threat ». If he wanted a challenge, he would have one. Her gaze didn't leave his as she whispered calmly, with the most sensual voice she could make.

« Oh really ? Now you make me curious...What will you do to me if I refuse to comply ? Seems like you are the one in a tricky situation Mon Cher... »

To prove her point, she tickled his sides, laughing freely. For one moment, she was herself, playing freely without being bothered Her eyes were shining of excitement, proof oh how eager she was to see how he would retaliate.

Caught in the moment, he hadn’t noticed the drips that had fallen onto her figure or he would have apologized in an instant, but now it was far too late. She had already started getting feisty with him and the doctor wasn’t one to refuse a good flirting session. He knew that she was close to Asra and he knew of her nobility status quite well, so in a way, this fueled him even further to continue her advances, to see how far she would go.

Although, nothing could have prepared him for the way she slid her hands up his chest, a visible blush that had no relation to the alcohol he had in his system crept upon his cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears. If the table wasn’t stable in place, his weight would have shifted it back with the sudden movement he had made against it as if he tried to scoot away but couldn’t; for once, he was the one trapped and embarrassed and frankly, he was no good at behaving under those circumstances. 

“Oh goodness, I suppose there is no other choice… I will have to pay for it with my body.”, wiggling his eyebrows at her, he slid his own arm around her waist as if to challenge her. To turn the situation in his favour, he cleared his throat for a bit and, although blushing, he displayed a seemingly confident grin, daring to lock his eye on her own. That did not last long when her lands had landed on his abdomen and he almost squirmed away with laughter, warning her with the way he spoke once more, although really, he had no power here and no intention to slide away. “I wouldn’t do that if I were 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.

@lysandresamaeldhaucourt​

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?”

@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.

@lysandresamaeldhaucourt​

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?”

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.”

The young woman, though startled, immediately put her hands on his arms to make sure he was steady.

" No apologies needed. I must admit I wasn't paying much attention either." 

An embarrassed chuckle left her lips as she shot him a reassuring glance. Only then did she truly realize how tall he was compared to her, a blush crawling up her face at the sight of his smile.

 "Are you alright Sir? You seemed a bit... " For a moment Lysandre searched for an appropriated word, not wanting to offend him. "disorientated."

Behind her, Alistair was glaring at the two of them, silently fuming and ready to throw himself at Julian if he attempted anything funny. From the look of it he was completely drunk and could be a dangerous person. If he had started the day in a joyful mood, it hadn't lasted long... If it weren't for hister, he would have dragged her from this stupid encounter without even bothering with a random drunkard. However he knew better than act harshly in front of Lysandre as she wouldn't hesitate to scold him if she deemed it necessary. So he waited, retaining a cutting remark on the tip of his tongue.

🌷.The d'Haucourt siblings were walking in the hidden streets of Vesuvia, chatting while avoiding most of people. Since they had reunited, strolling had become a habit for the two of them. Lysandre was happy to share a good moment with her brother while Alistair enjoyed the idea of taking her away from Asra and his damned shop. Everything seemed perfect until she started to talk about the magician. Alistair was growing more bitter with every passing minute, not even looking where he was going.

Julian was just coming out of a tavern, drinking away his latest sorrows when he walked right int Lysandre. “Mff…” he gave a muffled and drunken grunt. It took him a moment to figure out he bumped into a lady. His face flushed with embarrassment. “My apologies miss, I wasn’t paying attention…” He gave a small smile and looked to see if she had dropped anything. 

Immediately relaxed by their attitude, the young woman chuckled too. Definitely, a little bit of company wouldn't hurt after the long day she'd had. It was even refreshing. Having someone near would probably refrain her mind from wandering into gloomy territories. -" Well, I'll accept your invitation without any remorse then." She sat beside them, keeping a respectable distance between them. After all, personnal space was something important and comfortable for most of people. She waited a bit before adding : -" By the way, I'm Lysandre. Nice to meet you." The smile she directed at them was somewhat tired but genuine.

Let's find your muse : ⭐️- Stargazing.

Lyntel sighs, having escaped their business for the day to sneak into one of the gardens of Vesuvia for the night. They watched the stars, enjoying the flask of drink they had brought. They didn’t even turn when they heard footsteps come up from behind them, hoping it was just someone else here to enjoy the stars.

When Lysandre had seen how clear the sky was, she had been delighted. It was a perfect occasion to take a breath of fresh air. With a newfound joy, her steps led her to her favourite spot in the city : a quiet garden, far from human's activity. However, she was surprised when she spotted a figure in the distance and hesitated to approach, unsure about the person's identity. She cautiously approached, taking a small breath before greeting them politely. -" Good evening. I don't want to intrude but, would you mind if I sit here for a moment?"

Let's find your muse : ⭐️- Stargazing.

Lyntel sighs, having escaped their business for the day to sneak into one of the gardens of Vesuvia for the night. They watched the stars, enjoying the flask of drink they had brought. They didn’t even turn when they heard footsteps come up from behind them, hoping it was just someone else here to enjoy the stars.

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!)

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!)

Dear Finn, I’m afraid I’m terribly late but I still wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday. I hope you will accept this bottle in order to party properly. Wish you all the best,

                                       Lysandre Samaël D’Haucourt.

P. S: I truly didn’t want to risk any trauma by showing up with blond hair but I didn’t have a wig... Sorry I guess? ;) @drdevorakwrites thank you for your posts and this flamboying boy , continue being awesome! :)

Quick sketching during my classes today.  I was listening too, I swear ;)

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.