" There is no need for formalities, Mademoiselle. You can just call me Dominique. " They were married, after all. And even if the marriage was arranged, he wanted his new wife as comfortable as possible in their now shared house. He led her to the large dining room, a long table reaching from +

𝗕͟𝗔͟𝗡͟𝗗͟𝗪͟𝗔͟𝗚͟𝗢͟𝗡͟𝗦͟ : the fun stuff.

𝗣͟𝗟͟𝗔͟𝗬͟𝗟͟𝗜͟𝗦͟𝗧͟ : musical inspiration.

/ for my own reference.

-𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞; Let's give this a go ❤️ (Illustration credit : seongjeslover on Tiktok)

// more... illuga interactions...............!

// Curiosity

" I don't think it would be much trouble. But a young man your age ... " he glanced at the dead Hilichurls, then the other. " That ... won't be necessary. "

" Depends on the person and their skill. "

Although Hilichurls were basically monsters and Dominique had killed several of them in his lifetime, the way the poor creature twitched under the young man's foot, made his brows furrow. " Who is with you ? You couldn't have possibly eradicated an entire Hilichurl camp on your own. "

Dominique returned to his own quarters, changing into something more comfortable as well, but still something formal enough for dinner. He was a gentleman, above all. Running around in pyjamas wouldn't be very appropriate, even if this was his own house. Hell, even his servants had never seen him +

There was a tap on @baizhudearest.bsky.social's shoulder from behind. Dominique held up a money pouch. " You should be careful with your belongings, Monsieur. There are pickpockets in these parts. "

Dominique's expression remained neutral, fighting the urge to grimace at the sight of the severed leg. He approached the young man, mindful not to step into blood and guts. Hand on the hilt of his sword. " Young man. Are you out here all alone ? "

He nodded in turn, deciding it was best to give her some space for now. She probably wanted to change out of that wedding dress and freshen up. Dominique cleared his throat. " I shall expect you for dinner then, Mademoiselle. Make yourself at home, in the meanwhile. " +

@bellem0rt.bsky.social A greeting kiss on the cheek What's with Sandrone giving more kisses than kicks-

/ i'll do one of these to write down some headcanons. one like = one response.

/ robbed sharkie so i'm posting this here too.

As her husband, he would make sure she lived a safe and fulfilling life. Even if the marriage was arranged and they had no intention of becoming anything more than friends. He motioned at her to follow him, as he stepped out of his own chambers. Leading her down the hallway to another +

" I'll let it slide this once. "

♡ to see how Dominique feels about your muse. ○○○○○ curiosity ○○○○○ attraction ○○○○○ trust ○○○○○ affection ○○○○○ fighting intent ○○○○○ annoyance Low| ●●●●● |High

⫘⫘⫘۫ ׅ𓉸﹕ ̊ ̟ ⟢ ( ... ) The Captain ⟶ First of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. ⠀

/ bsky is finally working. bruh. lemme post some silly prompts.

♡ to see how Dominique feels about your muse. ○○○○○ curiosity ○○○○○ attraction ○○○○○ trust ○○○○○ affection ○○○○○ fighting intent ○○○○○ annoyance Low| ●●●●● |High

He felt a headache coming. The fact that he was married again made him feel complicated. He had no doubt, that his new wife was a good woman. But he also had no intention of making this a happy marriage, where they fell in love and lived happily everafter. He would provide for her and treat +

" Can we ? I take threats very seriously, Mademoiselle. "

These words reminded Dominique of his late wife. Elizabeth was like that too. Simple, humble. Despite hailing from a wealthy family, she wanted to enjoy the simple things in life. And she was quite the bookworm too. He was quick to push those thoughts away. It was rude to be thinking of his +

He was taken aback by her sincerity, but he nodded once. " I'm glad something good came out of this union, at least. " Because it was clear that neither of them wanted to be in this situation. " I'm sure the situation between our nations would have calmed down eventually, but it is better to +

" That is ... quite unfortunate. "

Dominique paused. Was she a servant, of some sort, prior to this wedding ? " Not dresses, or books, or designer handbags ? " he asked curiously. His fortune was quite impressive, so covering a wife's expenses was no problem to him. " The ladies of the Court will start inviting you to tea +

He stood outside like a guard, hands clasped behind his back. His butler, an elderly man named Sebastian, came over to speak with him. Ensuring his employer was alright and that there was nothing he needed. " It's quite alright, Sebastian. This has been ... a long day. " +

" Can I help you, Mademoiselle ... ? " 💧

He had no doubt, that a middle aged widower wasn't Jean's idea of a perfect husband. And she was certainly not the wife he wanted. He had a wife, Elizabeth. Who was taken from him in such a cruel, sudden manner. Since then, he had abandoned all thoughts of romance and marriage. +

Was she scared ? She seemed to be scared. Although this marriage wasn't his choice, he also didn't wish to come across as this cruel husband who didn't treat his wife well. " Please. There's no need for such formalities. You may call me Dominique. " he said. Voice deep, but not unkind. +

Dominique had no interest in marrying again. He'd made that clear to anyone willing to listen. Even Neuvillette, who had initially brought up the idea. It was to prevent war, he told himself as he stood at the altar with the younger — much younger acting Grandmaster of Ordo Favonius. +

⊱··𖤓─·𖥸·─𖤓··⊰ 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 - 7𝓉𝒽 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝓊𝒾 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝒷𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 - 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑒 "𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻." "𝒜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒! 𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒩𝑜𝒹-𝒦𝓇𝒶𝒾, 𝒹𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝓊𝒾."

/ stolen from the tl. for funsies and potential angst ? doesn't mean there has to be a ship.

The hand is shaken professionally. " A long time, indeed. Everything is as you left it, Monsieur Diluc. How are things on your end ? "

Is that ... @noctua-luminis.bsky.social he spots in the distance ? " Monsieur Diluc. What a pleasure to see you again. "

»»————-　₊°｡❆⋆˚࿔　————-«« ⊱♛ ᕮᒪOISᕮ ᕮ. ᗷᒪᗩᑕKSTOᑎᕮ ♛⊰ ► OC Gᴇɴsʜɪɴ Iᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ | Mᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ► As ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ | Aꜱ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ► Mᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ | Sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ Cʜᴇᴍ ► #ᗰᗩᗰᗰᗩᗷᗩT

A lovely afternoon for a cup of tea and a book. Hopefully, nobody bothers him.

——— headcanons based on bandwagons.

𝗖͟𝗔͟𝗥͟𝗥͟𝗗͟ : detailed information & backstory.

He's getting blood everywhere ... Does he think this is a game ? 💧

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅. 𝑴𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ◇ Independent Portrayal of Ororon ◇ 18+ #GIRP #MVRP