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@allurment,             wh—    don't you /laugh/! my lord..       ⋆  marceau flushes a bright pink, hands flying to his face as if being unable to see the other would help at all.  ⋆         please.. look away,

@dreamwilt,           i can.. attempt, though i can't promise anything.

*  @faucygne  ›    i was hoping to receive some advice, it seems that nobody else is around to help at the moment.

@dreamwilt,          ah, i just finished with the proceedings—     how can i help you?

@allurment,           if it pleases you, my lord.       ⋆  the words leave him easy as breathing because marceau truly /means/ them, a faint smile of his own appearing. an expression of joy from the chamberlain was rare in itself, and to witness it now—     it provided her relief as well. and there was this.. distance, which marceau had closed without realising it. cecillion’s face suddenly seemed unusually close, and he quickly pulls back as if burned. pink dusting their cheeks with embarrassment,  ⋆        i.. i’m sorry. i held your hand on instinct, it was inappropriate of me. i hadn’t meant to,

he is attentive of each word that settled concerning of his demeanor.  her words provide clarity,  as an individuals characteristics cannot be fully discerned by mere perception;  he i͟s͟ aware of that fact.  no matter how the people revered him upon a pedestal──one hadn't wished to be untouchable.  instead,  he sees him beyond the title and his duty,  arousing a warmth within him that he did not know was even present to begin with. ⠀”  thank you,  ” ⠀the corners of his lips curve. ⠀”  your words..  are my solace.   ”

@allurment,         ⋆  her brows furrow, contemplating. if it were a personal capacity, marceau was sure of their answer. but as for how others might view it.. she couldn’t be sure. hesitantly, his hand clasps cecillion’s.  ⋆          perhaps at the beginning, your presence was indeed frightening. but in the time i’ve served you, i came to learn otherwise.. you are an unbelievably gentle person, my lord. i cannot tell you how other nobles view you, but at least.. i hope this is comforting.

@allurement,           of course, my lord. it’s no trouble,        ⋆  their hand settles into his, steady warmth radiating even through the glove. it was detectable to marceau, and she quickens his pace in time with cecillion’s.  ⋆        you know that you need only ask for me, and i would come to you.

”  there is a rather concerning matter involving..  certain individuals.  it is urgent.  forgive me for startling you so abruptly,  i shall explain the details along the way.  ” ⠀cecillion ushers for the latter to come,  gloved hand extended for her to accept.

@allurement,           ah—       .. alright. was there something that piqued your interest?

*  hai..

༢⠀ me..  hi....

@fontained,              ⋆  she would be lying if she had not grown bored by the proceedings. all pointless pleasantries and too-sweet conversations, absolutely sickening. so how did it come to this? this was much unlike the poised and elegant cecillion he had come to know. ⋆             .. my lord! you're drunk,             ⋆  their hand gently grips the heir, supporting him.  ⋆               you should sit down, perhaps.. i will go find a room for you.

it had come to this.   how,   one may ponder the circumstances;   just how the distinguished princely heir is nuzzling against the back shoulder of his companion.   the banquet was vibrant,   and one would anticipate cecillion engaging guests and those with noble status.（..）not like this,   hidden and tucked in a secluded corner of the halls,  with none other than marceau’s aid─╌   subtle stench of liquor wafted.

∗     WE ALL CHEERED

/ i was FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE trying to remember the pw.. 

@fontained,                ⋆  perhaps the flush was too evident, the dragon internally curses how it had given himself away. a fan elegantly covering her reddening face,  ⋆                ah, if it were up to me.. ? i think the brooch suits you more, lord cecillion.

"  no need to hide yourself to deny it.  i am rather pleased,  actually.  " ⠀more so amused by the predicament of the scion,  perhaps he shouldn't have pointed it out so suddenly?  the poor one is blushing madly. ⠀"  since you have noticed,  which one do you prefer?  this brooch?  or...  the latter?  "

@fontained,                   .. what? no, of course not my lord.      //

⠀ ⠀  some documents for the spina di rosula.

@notfears,              .. really? what are those official terms then?

@fontained,               ⋆  she flushes, a gentle pink hue spreading across her cheeks. he certainly hadn't anticipated such a response. though eventually a light nod is given, acquiescing.  ⋆               yes, lor — -            cecillion. i do apologise..

that,  again..   cecillion's lips evenly curved── amused by her commitment to fulfill strict protocols.   "⠀and?⠀"   he raised a brow in question to his statement.   "⠀this ‘royal‘ is granting you the privilege..  aren't i marceau?  as the *heir* i hereby permit you to.  there.  it's an official demand from me.⠀"

@fontained,                it goes against etiquette to address a royal so casually — -           you are still lady furina's heir, lord cecillion.. i am inferior to you in rank.