((To everyone reading this, communication in RP matters. We’re not just screaming into the void with this hobby but rather, writing with other people. If someone oversteps a boundary, let them know. If someone’s making you uncomfortable, give them a small heads up. Quite a few of us have +

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"Hm. I will get you some, Reine de Ta Chambre. Come, come." Rook gently takes her hand, and walks to the edge of the roof, near a tree. "Pardonne moi." Is the only warning she gets before he lifts her, bridal style, and hops into said tree. He then clambers down, still holding her.

Rook turns around, grinning. "Hm? Ah, Roi de Ta Chambre! ... Where are your shoes? You will get cold, non?"

Rook is on the roof of one of the halls. How he got there? Who knows. But he's there.

"Ah, it seems we've certainly got... chemistry, oui?" #SeductiveSunday

"Hm? Oui, mon roi. What troubles you so?" Rook puts his book away and stands, moving to lead Malleus to his own room.

Rook is in the common room of the Pomefiore dorm, casually sitting and reading a book. Nothing seems different than usual.

"Oh, mon ami, I understand quite a bit." Rook walks over and sits on the edge of Riddle's bed. He tilts his head slightly. "When one avenue is blocked, what do you do, Roi des Roses?"

Rook steps out of Riddle's closet, letting out a sigh and shaking his head slightly. "Roi des Roses, your curiosity is admirable, but you should try to use your wit for this matter, oui? Doing the same thing over and over, insanity, non?"

Rook whips around as soon as Neige is in the building, nearly sending his hat flying. He opens his arms, beaming as he walks to Neige. Once close enough, he bows, gently kissing Neige's knuckles. "Roi de Neige, what a wonderful surprise! Très bien, it is a brilliant gift to see your lovely face."

Rook gently tugs his tail.

"Ah~! Mon dieu, it seems the tables have turned, and I have been caught for once. How thrilling~!" #SeductiveSunday

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"... Non. Although, if there were... I do not think I would mind, mon roi. It is you, oui? ... That is enough." [Rook shifts to turn around in Mal's arms, leaning against him affectionately.]

"OUI, ROI DE NEIGE!"

"I believe most would enjoy practically anything from you, Roi de Poison! But if you want a more specific list, I could certainly give you one."

"Hm? Why would I not care?" Rook sounds a bit bewildered. He's also shoving a bottle of water and a warm thermos into Rollo's hands. It seems he's going to self-care Rollo, whether he likes it or not.

"Oui, oui, there is nothing wrong with them. However at our age, it's merely a sign that one does not take proper care of their skin." Rook placates. He grabs Rollo's chin, gently, tilting his head this way and that, examining him. "Mm. Dehydrated..." He tsks.

"Perhaps. But does that change anything..?" Rook blinks. He places a hand on Rollo's shoulder— when did he get that close–? "Mon ami, it is not good for you to hold such stress." He tuts. "You're getting wrinkles between those lovely brows of yours."

"Mm... Merely a bit of curiosity, Monsieur Flamme. You are such a... fascinating, person after all." Rook tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowed despite his unsettlingly present grin. "Tell me, petit feu, what is it that has you in such a fuss?"

"Ah, mon dieu! I would be such an awful hunter then, non?" Rook sighs, shaking his head slightly, his grin never faltering.

"Oh, Monsieur Flamme, are you truly that upset to see me?" Rook chuckles softly, casually stepping closer.

"Well, Monsieur Ombre, we are going to make things a little, ah... Interesting, oui? A little joke, a prank, you are quite skilled with those, non?" Rook speaks while swiftly walking, not hindered by carrying Zephyr at all.

"Oh, do not worry your little head about it, Monsieur Ombre. We are just... Going on a little adventure, oui? Don't worry." Rook picks up the pace.

"Très bien! Come with me." Rook promptly picks Zephyr up and starts walking.

"Oh, I do. You thought I was hiding, Monsieur Ombre?" He chuckles, catching the little blot stone and flicking it away. Perhaps Grim will find it later. "Anywho, petit rose de blanche, what are you up to at the moment? Busy, or non?"

Rook watches @whiterosehearts.bsky.social from a distance.

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"Mm, oui?" [Rook tilts his head to better meet Mal's eyes.]

[Rook squeaks, and then practically melts into the fae's arms, wrapping his arms around his neck and matching the intensity of the kiss.]

"Non, non, no need for thanks. Just remember to let your smile show, oui? Très bien." Rook grins.

Rook tuts, and hops down from his perch. He gently lowers Circe's fan away from his face. "There we go... Do not deprive the world of your beauté, s'il vous plait."

"Oh, I'm aware, mon petit ami." He tilts his head slightly, curious. "Why is it that you hide your lovely face, Monsieur Mischief?"

Trans men and women are beautiful Non binary people are gorgeous I don’t make the rules I just have eyes

[Rook leans against Malleus, content to let him nibble on him for however long he wishes.]

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Rook gasps theatrically, and then wiggles his eyebrows.

"Ah, non, no need for the formalities! Call me Rook, I insist."

"Oh..? If you're that worried, I could certainly show you, Roi de Lions." Rook grins, reaching for his bow and quiver.

Rook watches, perched in a tree nearby. After a while, he speaks. "You have a magnifique voice, Monsieur Mischief."

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