Literally ruining lives (
memeboogeyman) wrote in
bakerstreet2017-02-28 08:43 pm
[Knight ofc, come at me. Also, gold will kill this one.]
[She didn't know what started it or why it was even happening but she had somehow gained the shadow in the form of a dark-haired man. He tended to watch from the shadows and when confronted would not admit to anything such as what he was doing. It confused the woman to say the least. She didn't ask to serve the court of ladies personally, in fact she seemed to be more like a errand girl than that of her station. Sometimes one would claim that she took to long to get an item and 'lost interest', inviting her to keep it whether it be an accessory or knickknack. Which was a problem, she had no space for frivolities in her room. Sighing softly as she walked away from the latest interaction, she move to the garden so she could collect herself and wonder if she should become a mercenary instead if this was what her life was going to be about.]
*cracks knuckles* They just never seem to ship correctly, do they?
Awww. I mean he can make the bedrock in another way though.
[Probably the princess, although who knows; she could be the bard as well]
[ Canonly she's a princess, but I'm open to whatever! ]
[Duh, Princess ofc. Any prompt is fine]
[Most likely a commoner, but I'm open to any role]
[I love this type of scenario. Flynn is canonly a knight and he would be absolutely thrilled to have a prince or princess to serve!
I can also play him as a prince if you like]
I can also play him as a prince if you like]
[ ooc: mix of 3, 4, 8? queen + lord? let me know if you want anything changed! ]
[ The delegations from Hale arrived the evening prior to Fillory in an understated retinue made up of his nephew— Prince Hale— himself, their guard and their servants. They're the latest in the influx of visitors the Queen of Fillory has received no doubt, here in the wake of her recent inauguration to pay their respects or more likely, see what she was made of.
With the court in full swing and merry all around, he's yet to have a chance to speak with her majesty personally, but he's had enough time to form an impression of her. Headstrong, seemingly capable, quite pretty. A good ally to have, which is what they were partly here to do. Renew and secure alliances.
But while the business happens, so does the entertainment. There's a garden party this evening— the courtyard's pathways winding, the lawn smooth and lush. Lanterns light up the entire venue in a golden wash of colour, plenty of seating available. Peter himself has drifted away from the mingling courtiers and nobles towards the hedge maze, examining the height of them with his drink in hand when he runs into someone unexpected.
High Queen Margo herself.
Sketching out a bow, he raises his eyebrows. ] Your majesty. Slipped your guard, I see.
[ The delegations from Hale arrived the evening prior to Fillory in an understated retinue made up of his nephew— Prince Hale— himself, their guard and their servants. They're the latest in the influx of visitors the Queen of Fillory has received no doubt, here in the wake of her recent inauguration to pay their respects or more likely, see what she was made of.
With the court in full swing and merry all around, he's yet to have a chance to speak with her majesty personally, but he's had enough time to form an impression of her. Headstrong, seemingly capable, quite pretty. A good ally to have, which is what they were partly here to do. Renew and secure alliances.
But while the business happens, so does the entertainment. There's a garden party this evening— the courtyard's pathways winding, the lawn smooth and lush. Lanterns light up the entire venue in a golden wash of colour, plenty of seating available. Peter himself has drifted away from the mingling courtiers and nobles towards the hedge maze, examining the height of them with his drink in hand when he runs into someone unexpected.
High Queen Margo herself.
Sketching out a bow, he raises his eyebrows. ] Your majesty. Slipped your guard, I see.
[prince of two kingdoms. m/f preferred, ask about m/m. no 13.]
(Willing to go with anything. Bring it on!)
[he's a prince of Tenebrae.]
[Princess that the knight could never touch skin to skin, or else he'd get melted by her poison :'> Not opposed to making her a bumbling novice lady knight, though, she's a tough cookie when she needs to be.]
[Knight, albeit a small one.]
[A knight or a bard. But he could be anything really]
[A prince, or a knight]
[Canonly a commoner, but I would love him to be a lord, or even a servant!
For anything sexual, m/m only]=
For anything sexual, m/m only]=
[ Either blacksmith or knight. ]
[I'd love to play him as a prince, but I can roll with servant or anything else tbh]
( canonically, the bastard son of a king who can either end up king himself or stay a wandering knight (kinda). can go either way. )
((How about a loyal knight to King Alistair who is happy to serve her king? ))
( definitely a prince, it's his nickname. open to all prompts. )
[She's canonically both a noble and a fighter, wandering knight-errant sort at times...lots of possibilities.]


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