It's a pleasure to meet you! My name's Elliot. I'm used to spend my time wandering in the Castle or in Bowerstone, helping people here or there. If you need a hand for anything, just ask!
PART OF THE FTUMBLR MASTER LIST
It’s getting quite cold, around here, lately… Winter is near, isn’t it?
I guess I could go to the tailor to buy a scarf, or a coat… Well, at least, when I’ll have some, hm… Gold. /coughs/
“Well, Sparrow, I didn’t expect that from you!” His tone is pretty amused, indicating that he didn’t think it. “Honestly? I am sure it will be me.” He giggles a little, rubbing the back of his neck.
She grinned.
“Well, Archer might topple over first, if we’re not counting everyone who’s drunk.”
“Oho, is this turning into a contest, huh? Even if I’m not really sure of who’s supposed to win, in such a situation.”
“Oh nothing, you know how much I like playing with you” She laughs and takes a sip of the drink “Fff.. Avo- This IS strong! What on earth did you put in it?” She holds back a cough, surprised by the strength of the drink.
“Tss. I’m only accepting this because it’s you.” He grins.
“R-really? I’m sorry! It was, huh… Mostly rum, and some fruits from Aurora… I- I think the fruits are the real cause of this…” He took a sip from his own glass, shivering a little, but doesn’t have any further reactions. “Do you really think it is that strong?”
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“Hmpf, I guess so. Still. This whole thing doesn’t make me comfortable… At all.”
“Just try to relax. Or distract yourself. Try guessing who will trip over their own feet first.”
“Well, Sparrow, I didn’t expect that from you!” His tone is pretty amused, indicating that he didn’t think it. “Honestly? I am sure it will be me.” He giggles a little, rubbing the back of his neck.
“That would be wonderful, I’m sure you mixed it well. And even if you were overgenerous it looks like this crowd could do with a little livening up!”
Raising an amused eyebrow , she gave him a playful tap on the butt to hurry him towards the drinks table.
His eyes widened at her gesture, and he failed to hold a surprised squeal. He hurried to the drink table, trying his best to hide the red that was once again coming to his cheeks.
Coming back to the Princess shortly after, he handed her a glass with an amused smile. “And what was that for?”
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His face turns a bright red, and he looks almost offended.
“Hey! I- I tried my best! It wasn’t easy, to find something that would fit in the theme without looking utterly ridiculous.”
“Perhaps you should tell people you’re just a Dog, then. It certainly suits you better.”
“Hmpf, I guess so. Still. This whole thing doesn’t make me comfortable… At all.”
“It has hasn’t it?”
She brings her own head down to his shoulder, nuzzling his neck ever so slightly, and enjoys the tender moment. ‘Elliot is so sweet, the perfect compliment to my rugged adventuring, even if I do act like the ‘man’ in the relationship.’ she thinks.
The music tails off and marks the end of the song. The Princess still holds the embrace. Enjoying a moment of warmth that isn’t from dead balverine landing on her.
After staying a moment like this, only holding her in his arms, he leaves a small kiss, nearly feather light, on her cheek, and pulls away from her gently.
“Do you, hm, want me to get us something to drink? I- I prepared the punch myself. Might have been a little generous with the alcohol, though.”
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“It’s fun to go out in costume, if only for one night.”
She gives a short laugh.
“Well, Elliot, you’re not exactly Wolfish. I can’t blame them.”
His face turns a bright red, and he looks almost offended.
“Hey! I- I tried my best! It wasn’t easy, to find something that would fit in the theme without looking utterly ridiculous.”
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“Don’t worry, nothing’s going to happen to me anytime soon” She gave him a reassuring grin “and if anything tries, they’ll have to answer to my rifle!” She sticks her tongue out in a silly show of optimism, her hand on his shoulder tightening in response to his affection, drawing them closer.
“Eheh. I’m sure I can trust you on this point. But, still. I’m not going to stop worrying.” He blushed yet another time, and, slowly, carefully, he rested his head on her shoulder, whispering in her ear “It’s been a while, since we shared this kind of moment.” He closed his eyes, letting the waltz lead him almost without realizing it.
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“It is, it’s good that people can celebrate without worrying about anything happening to Albion.”
She flinched, one of the many feathers on her dress had managed to poke her in the side.
“I don’t know why I picked this dress. That’s the third time it’s tried to stab me.”
“Exactly.”
He tried, and failed, to hold a chuckle.
“I never understood this whole dressing-up tradition, honestly. Some people asked me if I were a puppy! Then again, I bet they were quite intoxicated.”
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