🫖Indie portrayal of Ferdinand von Aegir
🛣Route Flexible, but it should make sense
🔞nonlewd “PG13” TL, but MDNI for my personal comfort
✉️DMs open, selective multiship w/ chem
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#ferp / #few3h / #fe3hrp
The smile of Nohr’s eldest princess hasn’t faded since the twins were born, and it only broadens as she nods to the little boy resting on her hip, “Prince Orvyn Bolverkr—
(and now a nod to the little girl being carried by Sylvain)
—and Princess Annora Bolverkr.”
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@TeIIer0fTales@LyricaILibra “Oh, pishposh. I would not have even entertained the notion of allowing you to undertake such an effort without an assurance of due compensation.” He gave the two of them a stage wink.
“Make no mistake; it will be mine own investments and not my father’s ill gotten gold or >>
“Perhaps because such a feat of goodwill is par for the course for someone like myself.”
They have golf, right? They’ve gotta.
“Niko, are you suggesting… an embellishment?”
"It's not that, per se. I know your word is honest, but will others? Now that's the truest question."
He leans forward, his hands together fingertip-to-fingertip.
"I don't believe they will, as your story lacks... How do I say it... 'Pizazz'!"
@TeIIer0fTales@LyricaILibra >> one of you to take on such a momentous historical responsibility when it is an honor you could share with one another?”
@TeIIer0fTales@LyricaILibra “The two of you make compelling points.”
He thinks for a moment, then snaps his fingers as if a stroke of brilliance has just come upon him.
“A stroke of brilliance has just come upon me! I prithee both of you, lend your ears to this idea… what sense would it make for only>>
@LyricaILibra The owl hooted, then spread its wings to flit to the branches of another tree deeper into the wood.
“Miss Arnault. He greeted her, keeping his voice low. “I have a strange feeling about that owl. At first I merely thought to capture its essence, but- do you not feel it calling?”
[ 20 - Fauna ]
With @LyricaILibra
It’s dusk. Just as she might expect Ferdinand to be busy helping secure the perimeter of the war camp or prepare food… He’s simply standing at the edge of camp.
Parchment in hand, he moves a piece of graphite as he watches the tree line.
@LyricaILibra@TeIIer0fTales Oh dear, that is terribly flattering, but I did mean a literal chronicle; the biography of the life and accomplishments of Ferdinand von Aegir.
“You do not believe me? Ha-rumph!” He crossed his arms.
“My word is as good as my bond. I’m sure those who would chronicle my achievements could corroborate my account.”
*He places a hand on his head, bearing an amused expression.*
"Ferdinand, I've heard far more believable stories out of a village-idiot draped in a sign that says 'Nemesis-is-nigh'."
@LyricaILibra He looked over his shoulder, smiling with a finger to his lips… then he pointed to a tree where an owl was beginning to come out of its nest.
The parchment was half full of a sketch of the same owl.
Perhaps, were it a matter of roughhousing.. but the reason for my ascension was to to retrieve the scarf of an elderly maiden in the market.
A sudden gust of wind had sundered it from her shoulders, and she was too frail to retrieve it herself.