#〳◌ ⁀ « loyalty curved along an arrow » ( WRITING. )

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TITLE: TRUST ME; TRUST US - & VIL

EVENING LIGHT CANNOT EQUATE TO THE soft glow within the room that the queen’s hunter stands in; his bathrobe is unique, particularly rough seeming material instead of something softer, something thinner.  though it had not been requested of, rook still carries a medium sized box that he had brought in moments ago, when vil had first opened the door to the parlor.  wooden with engravings that seem of expensive style, yet it still gives the feeling of it being his and not something of pomefiore’s property.

there had not been an event today but the day called for appearances alongside the queen, which meant that tougher regulations of style had to be pressed into the students of pomefiore   —   rook, definitely, included.  taking off the makeup is a task required before rest, and it is one he usually does by himself, but tonight, vil has asked for his presence to be shared.   (   as expected, for beautè comes in the appearance of multiples.  such a wonder it is, such a surprise that had colored rook’s face pleasantly delighted.   )

and now, rook turns to vil and smiles,   “   merci, vil, sincerely.   ”   hunter tilts his head ever so slightly and taps the side of the box in his hands.   “   i remembered to bring the commissioned moisturizer for after the act of makeup removal.   ”   thankfully, he had done nothing but follow in the wake of prey, safe from approach and no rough contact from the ground; nothing to bruise or scratch his face. it’d be a rejection of grace if vil found his appearance a displeasure.

with a laugh, rook continues,   “   shall we begin, roi de poison~?   ”

for @fielerex !! 

#〳◌ ⁀ « loyalty curved along an arrow » ( WRITING. ) #〳☾ « trust me; trust us » ( A THREAD. ) #〳☾ « everything fair. everything gracious. the queen controls your hand; have you ever been so dependent? » ( VIL. ) #fielerex

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IMPORTANT NOTES.

this won’t be too long but this is just to reference some actions or things for future interactions / posts.

ONE.  there will be a general trigger / content warning for this blog and its contents being; stalking & obsessive behavior. if the interaction is to ever bring forth rook’s behavior in an explicit setting then it will be tagged and warned as necessary. i also tend to use imagery / prose relating to animals and their body but will keep it from being graphic. if you need anything tagged then please tell me and i promise to stay aware of what i post / tag.

TWO.  on a regular note, rook knows a lot about many of the student / faculty individuals here. of course, you control what he knows and does not know + what you want me to reference and what you’d like him to keep to himself. and the information he knows would be details of a character that can be inferred or seen from watching from for days on end, up to weeks, even. while on this topic, rook does not stalk everyone. if he follows your muse, it’s because he thinks they’re interesting and / or a challenge for him to stay up to date with ( like the leech twins and leona ).

THREE.  i do not know french, nor have i studied it. i’ll be using phrases used from in game voice lines and relatively common / basic ones. i will try my best to use each term correctly but please do not hesitate to correct me if i don’t use a word or phrase properly.

FOUR.  rook will use his unique nicknames for muses when in conversation with them but outside of that, within simple mentions, he will use “sir”. vil is the only one exempt from this, since he casually speaks to vil without the use of honorifics. adding onto the nicknames, i will be making nicknames for the original characters of nru; these will take a bit of time to make since i am not as creative as rook is. maybe.

( if required, more information will be added and reblogged for everyone to stay up-to-date with my portrayal of rook hunt~! )

#[ TAG DROP; ] #〳☾ « at the queen’s beck and call; you will always be summoned. for this is what draws the string of your hunting bow. » ( ROOK. ) #〳◌ ⁀ « loyalty curved along an arrow » ( WRITING. ) #〳◌ ⁀ « trapped images » ( PROMPTS. ) #〳◌ ⁀ « snapped boundaries » ( HEADCANONS. ) #〳◌ ⁀ « queenship undrawn » ( DRABBLES. ) #〳◌ ⁀ « wooden features » ( INBOX. ) #〳◌ ⁀ « glossed sinners » ( IC. ) #〳◌ ⁀ « withdrawn; baiting » ( OOC. )

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TO CALL THE NIGHT YOUNG would be a sore understatement.  the impulse of stupidity and reckless abandon proved only to be the headmage’s horrid sense of teamwork.  the moment that rook throws his thankfully dry robe over his shoulders, the magic settles into his vision   —   the heat of the once destroyed dining hall managing to rid any evidence of the earlier wrestling match between him and jamil.  crowley’s voice, a final decision, leaves his mind only when the environment changes within seconds of a handclap.  moments of a gasp pressed back into his throat.  sage eyes fail to uphold a hesitant blink at the sudden tightness that grips at his ankle.

hunter reacts immediately, reaching out and grabbing the individual beside him, manicured fingers gripping tightly at the scruff of robes that ball into his fist.  by instinct, rook pulls the individual toward him to knock them off balance, with the heart of survival.  though he stops once he pulls the male forward slightly, hostile gaze softening into one of mild interest; the friendly curve of bow lips, the flash of small canines.

“   monsieur beetle,   ”   hunter breathes out with a smile, tightening his grip on rove’s robe collar,   “   désolé, mon ami.  small mistake!   ”   and for a moment, it is all he has to offer in speech.  delighted gaze looking down to the pressure on his leg, surprisingly not shocked at the sight of magic carved into rope, neither upset at how it hugs both the leg of him and rove.  rook does not forget that there is a blooming beauty in everything curious; the words stay within his mind when he lets go of rove’s collar and drops to a crouch.  gloved fingers take the rope in hand and lightly tug once, twice, and a third time before trailing his touch to the knot around his leg.

rook hums, rubbing the knot’s material beneath his thumb and testing the strength of the fibers.   “   unfortunate, truly.  it seems that the rope is magically protected from any damage.   ”   he sighs and rises back to stand, awfully close to rove although the rope provides enough space for shoulders to not touch.  hunter smiles hits alike the precision of a beloved arrow, direct in its attempt to discomfort rove.   “   well, we will simply walk this responsibility together.  and what a marvelous opportunity this is, hm?   ”

slight concentration colors his face, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips.   “   there are only so many places here where a key might be hidden.  especially if we are to continue forwards with the idea of teamwork and cooperation.   ”   his frown does not stay forever.   “   non, i’m sure that no matter the obstacle, we’ll be given many beautiful possibilities tonight.   ”

a rose embroidered arrow reaches you, @rove-bogge !!

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continued from [ here ] / @vipetriol​

HUNTER NOTICES THE ABRUPT CHANGE but does not act.  maybe it is a product of excitement tensing his muscles past the point of proper use.  or the fact that jamil chose silence as his action’s blanket.  but either way, for any motive, rook allows his body to follow the lean of jamil’s.  he expects some force or pressure to throw him off, though it misses his thoughts that jamil would pivot and pull.  rook’s grip on jamil’s neck tightens where his grip on his arm does not.

gravity tilts both young men dangerously forward, heels against the fountain’s base being the only thing keeping them from tipping over completely.  strength would do nothing in a situation of weight and momentum, not when all factors of conclusion push for whichever gave up structure first.

the remembrance of jamil’s reaction is perfect   —   maybe that elation is what makes rook move.  moving his hand quickly to cup the left side of jamil’s neck, rook pushes all of his weight forward and into the direction jamil had been trying to turn him in.  only proving to throw both young men into the fountain.   (   for only a moment, you are grateful to have taken advice for waterproof tones of makeup; resistant to your unpredictability, though unsure of whether or not your queen will be upset at this turn of events.   )

with a cough, rook lets go of jamil and raises himself to sit up in the pool of water, seemingly proud of the choice of action.  ragged, does he breath, dependent on few shallow breaths before lurching forward and grabbing jamil from where he fell into the fountain beside him.  hunter grips restless at jamil’s robes and arm, forever predatory is his grin.

“   superbe!  witnessing the length of your instinct was magnifique, monsieur plurivalent~!  unfortunately,   ”   rook smiles, all teeth; a smile whose emotion reaches the narrow of his eyes yet seems all plaster, too fake.   “   this couldn’t possibly count as the requirements for the activity.  neither of us have been held under water yet.   ”

hunter does not straddle jamil, aware of the strength that would be needed to throw him off easily.  the strength that his companion most likely wields.  so, instead, he presses his knee on the part of jamil’s robes that stretches underwater and steadies his grip on jamil’s arms.  not pushing him down, though.

hunter’s smile widens,   “   so, what shall it be, mon ami?  which of us do you decide to dip into the water?   ”

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