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((So, we just create our main characters?
Yep. I'll finish up mine now. I was thinking early 20's?
((Mkay. I’ll get started on that. May take me a while though.))
((Oh thank God- I’ll be sure to have him done by today or tomorrow though lol))
⫸𝔽𝕦𝕝𝕝 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Avery Ray Locke ⫸𝔸𝕘𝕖: 22
⫸𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙: September 30th
⫸ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙: -Kingdom Name-
⫸𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Cis Male
⫸ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕤: He/Him
⫸𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Bisexual
⫸𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖:
⫸ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 5’9
⫸𝕎𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 145 lbs
⫸𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟: Fair, Freckled
⫸ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: Red, Ear length Curls
⫸𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: Blue-Green
⫸𝔹𝕠𝕕𝕪: Petite, Toned build
⫸𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: He has a small scar on the top of his right cheekbone from a childhood accident.
⫸ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: [TBRP’d]
⫸𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:
➻ Tea
➻ Music
➻ The Gardens
⫸ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪: Avery grew up an only child. The Heir to the throne. His childhood was a blur of lessons and teachings of the histories, learning how to become the King one day. His childhood had been fairly secluded, as the only heir left him vulnerable and overprotected. His outer appearance can be cold and uncaring, but he's learned how to be fine on his own. His parents are very controlling of his actions, especially now that he is older and a part of Court life now, leading to more pulling away from it all, only wanting to be able to live for himself.
Queen Arielle:
King Kairon:
ρℓєαѕє, уσυ’яє
αη єαятнqυαкє
/ / JONTAVIUS FLINTS MORGAN / / 23 / / pansexual pisces
face claim: kio cyr - voice claim: hunter doohan
» [Pretty’s On The Inside] «
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∞ \ i like february 26th, it means i’m a year older then the last / ∞
“lets enjoy the summer!” - - - - - - - “here, drink more caffeine.”
tavi was born on day twenty-sixth, the second month of the year. being a classical pisces, jontavius is emotionally sensitive and gracious. even so, he’s ever more emotionally aware of his surroundings and enjoys to take care of his well-being. he’ll also take care of others with little to no hesitation, no matter who you are. however, he is still a bit too loyal at times and this can lead him to be at fault in many situations, allowing others to put the blame on his own shoulders. likely due to his own father’s hopeless romanticism, tavi doesn’t really enjoy romance unless it’s in a book or piece of art. it’s rare for him to ever think of it as something other then that, having never fallen in love with another man or woman himself in his entire life. however, his limits are expendable and he adapts quickly to situations, even if his life is at stake. he’ll be the voice of reason and hospitality. it doesn’t take long at all for people to get to know him. he’s open to all point of views and prosperities. taking the extra measure on a daily basis, he’s well-known to never be cautious and think of what may go wrong. even so, he’s a coward when he’s actually facing the dangers and will run and hide behind others. nobody is perfect of course, so his vindictive nature and carelessness cause plenty of friction and reach all ‘round. fortunately, his creativity assures this isn't the case all too often.
“i wear my heart out on my sleeve for all to see.”
born of a powerful woman and a strong-willed father
ellie morgan and wentworth morgan
and the young brother to a deceased yet good-hearted lady
velma morgan
rest in peace, ellie and velma
“pinocchio is like my own life but retold as a fairytale.”
|1% serious|cuddle bug|“pull over, there’s a ladybug!”|
-likes painting with light strokes
-enjoys summer a bit too much
-adores wearing large clothes
-despises tight shirts
-hates the wind
-can’t harm a fly
|cheesecake lover|born under the sun|“yellow is a cool color”|
“sit still and look pretty like always, and i’ll paint you!”
one of the most distinctive things about tavi is his appearance. his warm, honey eyes seem to melt in the sun, catching the attention of most. like something out of a magazine, he has a pointed chin, plucked eyebrows and a lean face. he wears shamrock blush, a natural-looking foundation to hide his insecurities. often, people will take notice about his skin because it’s so clear and smooth. this 5’7 boy can’t help but raise his arms innocently, showing his small but well-built hands, since he has that kind of artist-hand look due to the fact he draws on a daily basis, following his father’s example. there’s also the often appearing brush of his hair as he runs his slim fingers through the fluffy, brown curls when he’s nervous or trying to impress someone. of course, not many people pick up on it, but if they do, they usually smile when it happens. speaking of which, tavi’s laugh is quite contagious and it’ll cling on to your heart like no other. it’d bright up anyone’s day, anytime.
“we’re….we’re not actually going in there….right?”
-refuses to eat anything chocolate-
-will steal your jacket if he’s cold-
best boy tavi
-plain jane vanilla is his life-
-probably took too many happy pills-
“sometimes, the people who smile the brightest have the most tragic stories.”
jontavius had an easy-going life. for the most part. minus the stress about artwork and school, he was never behind on anything and enjoyed his afternoons either sleeping or reading. he was always basking underneath the sun like some sort of desert plant, and practically never left his room. tavi loved to pick flowers outside. it was surprisingly a very special part of his day. and his favorites were daisies. him and his mother, ellie, shared the same passion for flowers (particularly daisies and rose lilies). two birds of a feather, his father, wentworth, used to call them. and it wasn’t until wentworth finally retired his job that tavi’s life really started. not even soon after did his mother pass away due to a heart attack in the middle of the night. tavi fears that his father may die the same way, so he tries his best at everything he does, just to not be a disappointment. his father encourages the behavior but tries to tell tavi that he doesn’t need to stress himself so much. in the end, jontavius ignores his insistency and continues on with what he was working on. the last few years, he has been stripped of many activities, even though he’s trying his best to get back into his old, healthier habits. the journey that tavi will go through is unknown, but it shall be told like a book soon enough.
Awesome! Would you like to begin or shall I?
((Since it’s your idea, you may start, if you would like, lol.))
The day started out as any other. A far too early wake up from his Chambermaid. A quick dress in his breakfasting attire to then be swept away to the quick meal. Once back to the quiet of his Chambers, a whirlwind was created as the maids prepped him for the day. It was going to be a long day as they were to stand for yet another family portrait. They seemed to have them every few years now, wanting to 'immortalize' his youth or some other ridiculous notion. Avery was tired. Tired of playing the charade of the caring, doting, King to Be. He found it all frivolous and dreary. He longed to be far from the walls he was bound within. Free to be his own and not what his parents so carefully molded him into. "You look absolutely dashing, my prince." One of the dressmaids said as she stepped back to examine him. His overcoat a deep maroon velvet, gold jewelry with emeralds and sapphires adorning his chest.
"Thank you, Laena." He replies with a soft smile. After hearing it his whole life, it falls meaningless on his ears. With a few curtsies and farewells he was left alone once more. He let out a breath and stepped up to his window overlooking the gardens. His fingers mindlessly playing with his ruffled Cuff. One day he'd make his escape from those very gardens. One day he'd be brave enough to just run and leave it all behind and never look back. Yet, that day was not this one. Today he'd fake a smile, a polite nod, please his parents then drown himself in a bottle of rum. It had become such routine he almost misses the comforting burn of the spiced liquor. His thoughts were interrupted as a knock was heard on his door.
"Your presence has been requested in the drawing room, my prince." A voice called from the other side of the wooden structure. With one more glance to the world outside, Avery turned and made his way to where he was needed.
Upon his arrival to the drawing room, he was greeted with a frenzy of motion. Servants placing final touches on his heavily adorned parents. It appeared as if they wore every gem in the world, it must be heavy. His mother caught sight of him and immediately motioned him over.
"You're looking extra enthused this morning, my son. My apologies if your royal duties are not as fascinating as your nights at the bottom of a bottle, but you are representing our family today. Have a little pride. " She fixed his collar, and after a stern look, she turned away to busy herself elsewhere. Avery let his eyes wander around the room as props and the backdrop were finished. He recognized most, especially the artist. He had known the man his whole life. The only person in the room that piqued his curiosity was the younger man with the artist. He had never seen him before and could only wonder who and why he was here. Avery closed his eyes for a few seconds and mentally prepared himself for the long hours to come. Letting the lines of his face relax into hopefully a more neutral appearance he opened his eyes and pretended he was far more excited to be here than he truly was.
Naturally, Jontavius would wake up on his own. He always had his whole life. Today was different — for his father had basically dragged him out of their abode (if it could even be classified as one, Jontavius added in his mind). He had been forced to get a more former attire on, and his father even did the despicable and threw on the boy’s apron that was completely clean of all and any paint or ink splotches. It genuinely shocked the poor brunette, even while his father forced a neckerchief around his throat. Unusual behavior, but Tavi would not question.
He knew where they were headed from the moment he was thrown out the door single-handedly. Two knights had appeared from out of nowhere and escorted them into the palace. Sure, Tavi knew of his father’s job, but not even a week ago, had they had the discussion of his retirement…yet Tavi was confused on two things. One, why was his father returning to the palace? Second, why on earth itself was he coming along with? Shaking his head, he took a deep breath.
As soon as it had happened, in the blink of an eye, he was suddenly in a strange room. It was empty of people, for the most part. Slowly turning to face his father, he bit the inside of his cheek before speaking. “Papa, what are we doing here? What is this place? Didn’t you retire?” He asked, no longer able to keep the questions from spilling out. Wentworth, his father, looked over his shoulder at his son. “Well, m’boy, this is the drawing room. We’re here because it’s time you took over. I’m getting quite old, you know.” He smiled, but Tavi couldn’t bring himself to smile back. “Old? But Papa, you’re only 61! That’s not old at all!” He protested weakly.
Wentworth only sighed. “Yes, my son, it is. My days of ruin are upon me and I’m afraid you will need to make your own profit soon enough.” He dragged on, almost as though he were zoning out. Jontavius was silent, like a bedridden child with strep throat.
Then the royals entered. Tavi decided it best to just look, out of respect. He was lost, though. Unknowingly, he took a step forward and bowed as an act of dignity for the powerful, enriched family. His father only kept his crinkly smile, bowing his head for just a moment until he pat Tavi on the back. Hesitantly, he rose up and avoided coughing awkwardly.
“Today, son, you’ll be in charge of drawing a portrait for our Lords and Majesty. I will be watching, making sure…” The older man lowered his voice to a husked whisper. “That you do not mess anything up and remain focused.” Tavi gulped and nodded glumly. “So, I just…paint them onto the canvas and they import it?” He asked slowly, his tone curious. Wentworth beamed. “A’da boy, yes, that’s it. No pressure.”
However, Jontavius felt pressure. A lot of it as he stared absentmindedly at the each family member. The king, the queen, the prince… was he the only heir? Tavi tilted his head, mind only murmuring more questions, like a tease. It wasn’t until his father casually dragged him into the barstool that sat in front of a large canvas that he realized what was happening. Fingers shaking, Tavi waited to be granted access to begin painting, or do…anything, actually. ‘God, this is utterly embarrassing! Why would Papa put me in this situation without even telling me anything? Sure, this is exciting, but I’m pretty darn sure my head is about ready to burst! Mother, send down one of your angels please! I have no clue what I am doing!’ He thought, swallowing hard while looking down at the floor anxiously.
Perhaps it was wrong to gain comfort from others' discomfort, but seeing the out of place boy gave Avery a small relief. He wasn't the only one feeling as if he didn't belong. The quick relief dissipated as a sour taste settled, having hands on him, positioning him so they appeared the perfect family. The perfect rulers. He caught his mother's gaze, who sent a warning look his way, seeing as the sourness had made its way to his face. His jaw clenched as he ground his teeth to avoid a snarky snap. He could do this. If this novice could do his job, he'd be out of there. He let his gaze cross the room to the boy and sized him up. He seemed afraid to be there. Perhaps he'd never been in front of the King and Queen. Hell, he was afraid of them, too. He could sympathize with him over that. He took in his attire and let out a sigh. This was going to be very boring and probably take far longer than his father did. Avery drug his gaze away and picked out a spot on the wall behind the artists and let his mind escape to a place outside this room.
“Begin.” Wentworth hummed after a minute, patting his son on the shoulder. Tavi looked up, exhaling a shaky breath. ‘Draw like it’s nothing. They’re just another inspiration for a painting.’ His mind whispered. Following it, it gave him a surge of confidence and he picked up the small-led pencil that lay in front of him. He would need an outline.
Glancing up every now and then, Tavi quickly but cleanly drew extremely thin lines that he would then trace and paint over. He knew how it felt to have to sit as still as possible, for hours upon hours. He didn’t quite understand how people could look so okay all the time, but he realized he wasn’t the only one with a different train of thought than the others. The prince had placed a sour look on his face, which he’d quickly fixed when his mother sent him some kind of warning. ‘Perhaps I shouldn’t look so closely at the family picture. Though, details are…needed. Expressions are just as important as the body.’ He thought.
Wentworth had long since nodded off, eyes lazily searching the room for something that he had never seen before. Soon enough, an hour had passed…which lead to another, and another. When the fourth hour struck, Tazi quickly set everything down. Usually Wentworth finished at two hours to even three hours and thirty minutes, and he had been drawing for years, so when he snapped his head up to look at the painting, he was quite astonished.
Jontavius had finished the painting, yes, and it looked overly realistic. Just like Wentworth’s own art. Smiling broadly, Wentworth bowed to the royal family. “Thank you for letting my son take over the job. My sincerest apologies that it took longer then usual, it is his first time after all.” He rose, then took the canvas from the suddenly terrified-looking boy next to him. “Of course, it has to dry, but he did a fantastic job, as I’m sure you can agree on your behalf.”
The painting itself had every detail possible. From even the tiniest glint of the light in the corner, to the shadows of the backdrop. Shadows were added, and even so, the lightest crinkles that every man and woman bore on their face had been drawn so lightly. It was definitely similar to Wentworth’s latest artworks, but they seemed more out-of-the-canvas then they were on the canvas. 3-D, if you will.
Tavi hid behind his father once he stood up, legs shaking. ‘What do they do if it’s not good enough? Are you executed? Forced to sit and paint for an eternity to improve your skills? What happens when you get a color wrong and they notice? Should I have added more light to the eyes?’
As soon as the breath of being done was spoken, Avery slumped his shoulders with a groan, rolling his neck. Thank God's it was over. The Queen placed a pleasant smile as she stood from her chaise and ran her hands down her skirts to smooth them. Why couldn't the men sit in lounging chaises? Why must they stand for the Lord knows how long. The King cleared his throat, getting both of their attention, and the three moved over to examine the piece. The Queen seemed thrilled, The King was stern as ever but was nodding slightly to himself, and Avery was just glaring at it. He hated it Hated seeing himself staring right back at him. "Wonderful work, your son holds much talent. Time is not an issue." The Queen spoke as she gazed over the work. She was impressed but not surprised. With Wentworth's skill, she had no doubts his son would possess atleaat some. The King nodded in agreement.
"Yes, I will agree. If you are positive and content with retirement, I will allow your son to take your place. I would expect much time for practicing to shorten the time needed, but I am pleased with today's work. Well done."
Both heads turned to Avery as he chewed his cheek in frustration. He glanced over, feeling their gazes burning holes in the side of his head. Were they expecting him to compliement it? He let out a huff and scanned the art again.
"It is.. fine." He would have ended it there, but the Daggers his parents were shooting him was enough to keep his mind turning. What did he compliment? It was them, sure. The likeness was there, and the background was exact. He did his job. Need it be so fawned over?
"The colors are nice. They are layered well and almost give it a life of its own. It's good." He shrugged the weight of his parents off after they seemed pleased with his response.
"Yes, very well done." The Queen spoke again. "As soon as it dries, it will be hung with haste and pride for all to view."
Maybe it was the jitter of nerves that made him squirm underneath the gaze of the royal family. Tavi usually liked being the center of attention, but now he felt like he shouldn’t be. “Thank you very much.” He replied, smiling as honestly as he could manage.
Wentworth hummed. “Astounding! It was pleasure doing business with you all once again. Sadly, I will not be here next time. So, this is my son, Jontavius Morgan.” He motioned to the boy who stood beside him. Said boy then muttered, “Tavi..” Under his breath, but his father didn’t hear.
“He will officially be taking over for me. There is much room to improve over the course of time that will be sectioned apart in due years.” The old man kept his smile, but Tavi knew that once he was out the castle walls, he’d be rambling on to Jontavius about what to improve and how to do it. Just at the thought of it all made him want to crawl into a hole and wish for his mother to suddenly come home.
Even if she was long gone. Same as his sister, whom he never met and had any history with. Just someone. Anyone, really. ‘I’m being much too rash. Papa always has good advice.’ He thought, looking up at his father. Yet, he was still able to notice that the burning taste that lingered on his tongue was bitter.
The prince raised an eyebrow at the name as the boy was introduced, yet he made no comment. He was just ready to have the rest of his day to himself. "Of course, Mr. Morgan. We are pleased to see his future productions. Happy retirement, and I thank you for all the work you've done for us over the years." The King held put his hand to shake the man's warmly with a smile. "Now, my son." He started to get Avery's attention. "Please show the young Jontavius where the painting will be hung and where it can be sat to dry thoroughly." With that, the King turned on his heel, and with a quick grin from the Queen, they were off leaving Avery sputtering.
"You can't be serious?" He called after his father, but no reply left him sinking into himself. So much for that. . He withheld the groan of disdain and looked over to the one in question. He narrowed his eyes a bit, taking him in really, for the first time that day. If they had met at the tavern he may have been inclined to meet him but after standing for hours, he was annoyed and his face hurt from having to hide his frown, and the root of the annoyance happened to be the boy with pretty eyes.
"Very well, finish up here. If I must escort you, I'd prefer to do it with haste."
Tavi listened to the whole engagement, standing as tall as he could while his father shook hands with the king. But he couldn’t help himself as his attention drifted off elsewhere. His ADHD was definitely getting the better of him, because he was now staring off at random (but very few) objects that were placed around the room nicely.
Then he wondered about when the last time the items were dusted. Which led him to ponder on how they were made and how durable they were. Then, for some reason, he started wondering about the weather. His mind kept running on and on, until his father was standing in front of him. “You go on that little tour now, and I’ll meet you at home. You know where to go, I’m sure.” Said Wentworth. Tavi flinched and nodded quickly, way too many times to keep track of. “Yes papa.”
And then the two boys were alone. Tavi’s owl-like eyes widened and he bowed. “Yeah, of course. I mean- uhm. Okay, yeah. You look exhausted. Like, I have no clue how you can sit still for that long. Pretty sure I would just fall out the chair not even fifteen minutes in. Everyone has to stretch. Anyways, yes, okay, lets go. Sorry.” He spoke quickly, rising up somewhere in between his first and second sentence. If they could even count as sentences, anyways.
Avery blinked at him as he tried to process the jumbled mess that spilled from his mouth. "It is fine. I'm used to it at this point. I've been standing for portraits since I was a child. You just happen to take longer than your father, but I'm fine." With one more glance at him, he adjusted his Cuff again as he turned to exit the room."If you'll follow me, try to keep up. Once you've lost your way in these halls, you'll be going in circles." He stated as he led them out of the room. He walked in silence, the only sounds being their footsteps and the various "My Prince" or "Your Royal Highness" from the bodies they passed along the way. His fingers never left the fine lace of his sleeve. It was a nervous habit, tugging and adjusting. He has never been a very social person unless he'd had a few to drink. Growing up in solitude did that to a person. Sure he had his nurse maids and nannies, but he'd never grown up around his age, now being met with the occasion of having to communicate with someone similar in age as himself, he was left feeling the burning of anxiety.
He rather enjoyed the silence as they turned various corners and passed through various rooms. He could almost pretend he was alone in his stroll. He could have gone on to finish their visit in the blissful silence, but his mother's sharp gaze and even sharper words popped into his head.
You are the Prince. These are your people. Show some respect.
With a soft sigh, he cleared his throat. He wasn't sure what to say, but he felt the need to say something
"How have you enjoyed the Castle thus far?"
“Ooh, okay. Sorry.” Jontavius replied, level dropping down to a whisper. Like his voice had been quieted. Almost likely to that of a small child getting told off. So, he followed alongside Avery. Even though he was already a bit shorter then the other male, he felt tiny compared to someone with so much power. Both in the present, and future.
Tavi had been examining the castle, yes. But his eyes were also mostly focused on the floor and his mind was completely all over the place. At the most random times, he would spot something shiny, stop where he stood, and then hurry after the prince.
Finally, the boy in front of him spoke. It caught Jontavius off guard, but he quickly said, “yeah. I’m sorry if you feel like you have to do anything. I mean, you look really in your own mind. Er…human body language expresses a lot, you know. Like whenever you asked that, you stiffened a bit. You’re nervous, right? Have you ever even talked to anyone your age? Actually, you don’t have to answer. It’s probably a sensitive topic and it’s not my place to worry. But, uh, yeah. Great…uhm….walls?”
Tavi smiled sheepishly, eyes glittering warmly in the light.
The prince stopped in place and turned to look over at him, his eyes wide with surprise at the bluntness of it. He couldn't believe half of what came out of his mouth. It was kind of refreshing. "Am I really that readable? Seems silly, doesn't it. That I can speak with Lords as old as my father easier than a boy my age." He gave him one more look, as if trying to decipher him before continuing to walk. "There weren't many children around growing up. As an only child, I wasn't allowed to play amongst the children outside of the castle. I missed most of the Faires and Festivals. They thought hiding me away would be safer than letting me be a child." He couldn't quite tell why he felt the urge to speak so truthfully to him, but it felt nice speaking to someone about it. He usually complains about his life while drunk, sure, but never sure why it had been so. People usually looked at him and just assumed he was a snob because of his wealth and title. They chalked it up to being spoiled.
"Anyway. The walls, hmm? I'm surprised that's what caught your eye." Avery looked sideways at him, only a hint of the idea of a small smile. He realized his hands had stopped nitpicking his clothing as they spoke and found some semblance of comfort in the fact that it eased his mind that much.
"Do you drink?" He asked, glancing over, his eyes hinting at mischievous ideas.
Before the prince had begun to speak, Tavi had been murmuring things under his breath. So once the taller did respond, he jumped probably a whole few inches into the air. He definitely got distracted way too easily, because as soon as he was about to reply, the glint of a silver object caught his eye and he pat it on the head.
Then he remembered about the conversation and turned back to Avery, grinning goofily. “Uhm, kind of. But I also just notice a lot of things like that…if it makes you uncomfortable in any way to talk about it, you don’t have to. Oh, oh! You look relaxed. Is that a good thing? I take it as a good thing. Good one, Tavi! Why thank you, Tavi.” The boy finger gunned the nearest mirror, which turned out to just be an oddly shaped window.
“Drink? Like, beer? Alcohol? I’ve had a sip before but didn’t really like the taste. Pretty sure it was vodka though.” He scrunched up his nose, getting off track yet again. “I’ve smoked a little though. Ehhh…and I tried a frozen strawberry margarita last year and it was pretty good. Other then that, no. Also, if you drug me, I totally wouldn’t mind. I think. Maybe. I’ll have to think about that one later. Imagine it in the newspaper! Prince drugs innocent boy for unknown reason-“ Jontavius smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Avery just stared agape at him once again at a loss of what to say. He had zero idea how to handle him and how to react. "I.. I'm not sure what a Margareta is.. but no. Like rum. Rum is good, but perhaps you needn't any alcohol. You're very..." His mind reeled fighting for the right word.
"Odd. Very odd. Are you coming on to me? That'd be very inappropriate, not just due to your station but also the fact you're a.. nevermind. I wouldn't have thought of drugging you, I merely wanted to show thanks and offer some time to relax. But perhaps I overstepped." His fingers tangled themselves in his lace again as he walked, his pace slightly brisker. He felt awkward. If he had the option, he'd turn and run away, but he had to finish his job, his duty that was placed upon him.
He should probably keep his bad habits to himself anyway.
“Believe me, I know. You can say it. I’m a weird person who’s in a lower class. Don’t worry, I already hear it all the time.” He fiddled a bit with his fingers. “I wouldn’t even dream of it, either. Hopefully.” He zoned out for a second until he hurriedly followed after Avery, like a lost dog.
“Really, I don’t mind. You look stressed again. Yeah, no, actually, that happens a lot when people realize some stuff about me. Energetic, notices everything. Actually, someone asked me how many times they blink every 30 seconds and I said 7. Like, come on, do you expect me to lie to their face and be like: ‘oh, I don’t know’. Or is that the better option?” He hummed, eyes wandering. Just like his mind. Which was completely wild and free. ‘Did I take my medication?’ He frowned, having realized that he, indeed, had not.
Tavi sighed. His ADHD was really showing, now that he wasn’t sitting in complete silence. “I’ll uh, shut up now. Lo siento, su alteza.”
(( Heyo! Sorry about the delay~ Got a little busy! We should narrow down a time frame, though, since I think things are clashing a bit cx I was in the 15/1600's mindset, as photography took over painting in the 1800's , but I don't want to change your character at all, it's just medication for ADHD didn't come out until the mid 1900's so I just wanted to clear up which time slice we are working in :P ))
((Oh yeaahhhh- oops. Sorry, I got like, 2 roleplays with ADHD characters in them right now out of the 10 I’m in, so I got those mixed up. If you’d like me to edit it, I can. Or, we could also mix up the time lines. Medication and slang like that, but no things like modern day weapons or anything. A few of my other roleplays have done that as well, if you get where I’m going with this.))
(( Cx I thought it may be something like that! xD You don't have to take the time to edit unless you want to! We can just move on~ I just wanted us on the same page because I hadn't been sure how to respond x) ))
((Yeah, lol- so maybe just a combo of olden days and modern. Anyways, we can continue. Apologies for the confusion, lmao))
Avery gave him a quick once over before containing on his way. He definitely did not know how to handle himself around him. "We're almost there." He ignored the class comment, not wanting to get into it. He didn't think he was better than anyone because of wealth or position. People assumed that of anyone in a high position, but he didn't have the energy to defend himself right now. He led the other boy to a large double doored room that held what seemed to be an entire lineage captured in portraits. Dozens lining the wall in order of their reign. The walls were sparse towards the end of the long room, leaving space for future families. "It will hang here. Until the next one, then it will be hung in some random hall on some random wall. My father is very picky about how he wants to be remembered. Picky about which portrait will hang here indefinitely. The man better choose quick, or his eyesight will go far before he decides." He lent a small smile at the joke, but it faded as he gazed up at the faces in front of him. "I find this room creepy. It is creepier than even the crypts. Down there, the dead doesn't stare back at you."
Tavi had actually gone quiet the rest of the walk until they entered the room. It was completely foreign to him, but the way that all of the portraits stared at them, unblinking. He cracked the smallest chuckle at the joke, yet it didn’t last any longer than two seconds. Eyes meeting the ones through the paintings, he gulped. “Yeah…this is now the cause of any of my further bad dreams.” He muttered, really to himself. Approaching the oldest portraits, he slowly traced his fingertips along the center of the painting, examining each rusted color. This room was extremely creepy, more so it’d be creepier in dimmer lightings. He took a few steps back, biting his lower lip.
Avery watched him checking out the paintings for a few moments before clearing his throat to speak again. "It is quite unsettling. Anyway, this is where you'll hang it once it's completed its drying process. We will supply you with help when the time comes. How long does it usually take? You are free to roam the castle if you'd like. There are gardens as well, if you prefer the fresh air."
((Hey, just wanted to let you know, I’ll find time to respond some time between tomorrow and Saturday. I’m a bit busy with groups. Life and such.))
((Oh jeez, I am so sorry. You truly have some patience. Guess my brain went to go get the milk.))
“..Oh! Uhm, yes, of course. It usually only takes around four hours… but it may depend. Plus, I’m sure I would only cause issues. It’s alright, my stay isn’t necessary — I could always just stay in one room for the remainder of the time as well.” Tavi shrugged, putting his hands up. Looking at Avery with a curious expression, he raised a brow. “Unless you would like me to stay, which would be unusual behavior..-“
