* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒.

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[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

https://t.co/VQHqTFhWnH

[ً @kreophagos]

'cause i feel like i'm the worst
so i always act like i'm the best

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

⠀⠀ ⠀ rolling his eyes, the elder gave a sarcastic tip of his cranium in response to the jesting claps.

“thank you! it’s a wonderful tree, indeed.” he pats the branch he’s sitting on. “very sturdy.”

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

~ that chaperone him, and find himself leaving the palace in the middle of the night just to explore the continent he has yet to see.

“his name was bremorr,” replies the man. “of ard skellig. big, big man. with a very loud laugh. he needed food, and I had enough to share.”

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

⠀⠀ ⠀ julius is far more sheltered than he cares to admit, having barely stepped beyond the walls of beauclair. as the weighted responsibilities that befalls his birthright advances forward, he wishes to change that. which is why he is often dodging the crowd of guards ~

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

~ faster.

“come, let’s go before anyone takes notice of our absence.”

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

⠀⠀ ⠀ “I. . .” he raises a pointed digit in the air as he pauses, eventually coming to a close with the end of his sentence. “have not one idea. but we are both clever, we’ll figure something out, eh?”

tugging on her arm just a bit to encourage her to move a bit ~

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎* 𝓒𝑬́𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬 . @etoileducieI]

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bothering to ask. whatever it is, she’ll absolutely join in.

it’s been a while since she’s had some proper fun.

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

⠀⠀ ⠀ ah, he’s grateful for the advice!

climbing up a little awkwardly, he shows his lack of experience but eventually manages to find a spot on one of the branches opposite of the young man.

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

⠀⠀ ⠀ no worries, young man! as long as they are not in danger.

in fact. . . mind if he joins? it’s been forever since he’s climbed a tree.

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

⠀⠀ ⠀ it’s not surprising, per se. he just didn’t see the other up there until now.

is he stuck?

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

⠀⠀ ⠀ good gods.

theres a child in a tree.

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

~ wears her heart within a locked cage. how was he supposed to know they yearned for each other?

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

⠀⠀ ⠀ julius is not a complete idiot. he knows her words hold much more meaning than usual, but his comprehension reaches to consider adela talking about her status within beauclair palace.

she was not a noble, she was a doctor. but even as a royal physician there were ~

[𝐃͟𝐎͟𝐂͟𝐓͟𝐎͟𝐑͟, 𝘿𝙀 𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙆 … @PHYSIClAN]

——

is often eased by touch.

“ well . . not in anyway that matters, i suppose.”

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

~ to wear that day. . . or to spend what little time with a person as you can.”

he does not realize they’re talking about the same thing, it doesn’t even cross his mind that she could be feeling for him what he is feeling for her. adela is so quick-witted, sharp, and she ~

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

~ slightly.

“am I? how peculiar. though, I admit it cannot be so farfetched since we are nearing toussaint soil. but you are in fact not the first witcher I’ve met today, either.”

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

⠀⠀ ⠀julius chuckled softly at that.
“I would never adopt such an impression, aiden. you seem a most agreeable person. I am glad we crossed paths.”

he only knows one or two witchers, and one by association, and none of them have been particularly barbaric as the ~

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

~ tales have made them out to be. perhaps he’s looking at the witchers with rose coloured glasses, but he does not see what makes them constitute as monsters. this one is even extremely handsome.

raising a curious brow, the young noble tilts his chin ever so ~

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

~ he justifying this?

oh, right.

“—went on vacation. I’m to return in just a day, but I must admit, I don’t wish for it to end yet.”

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

⠀⠀ ⠀ “no, no, I’m not in trouble.”

he’s quick to clarify with a wave of both hands, so as not to cause any worry.

“I’m of the toussaintois nobles. I grew up in beauclair palace. but I was itching for. . . something else. so I packed a few things and—,” how was ~

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

~ wound me! I would never dictate what you can and cannot wear. I just wish for you to. . .”

he feigns a moment of contemplation before speaking, finishing with a stupid little grin.

“have the option.”

[* 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒. @toussaintpride]

⠀⠀ ⠀ he notices the way her arms snake further around his own as they continue their stroll, no longer a bumbling klutz in her hold.

but he doesn’t not point this out in fear of causing her to pull away. he will cherish this while he can.

“lady de valk, you ~

[𝐃͟𝐎͟𝐂͟𝐓͟𝐎͟𝐑͟, 𝘿𝙀 𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙆 … @PHYSIClAN]

——

subconsciously draws closer where their arms are linked together.

she’s quick to get her sharp tongue back, though.

“ but i fear now that i’ve told you, you’ll have me so dressed up that even i’ll forget i was on the streets before coming here.”