anon dare meme

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anon dare meme

and a happy heavensturn to you! Anon dare rules are the same as ever, friends! 1. Post with your character! 2. Go anon and find another character. 3. Give them a dare that involves another character on the meme. 4. Go do your own dares. Tag around, and have fun!

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Zephirin de Valhourdin

[valhourdin]

[(Anonymous)]

hello dear zephirin you have to kiss the cutest person here thanks ( *¯ ³¯*)♡

[valhourdin]

Your will be done.

[adelphel]

Archimandrite.

[ser adelphel appears to be holding something behind his back...]

Have you a moment to spare?

[valhourdin]

Ser Adelphel.

[ Adelphel's entrance interrupts Zephirin's Important Archimandrite Shit To Get Done, but the Ward's commander beckons the fifth seat closer to his desk, thus granting Adelphel leave to continue. ]

[adelphel]

[adelphel shuffles into the ward commander's office with... an uncharacteristic... shyness?

timidity is not consistent with the fifth seat's personality, and nor is it becoming of him, as it might be on someone else. nevertheless, he continues holding his hands behind his back.]

...Are you hungry, perchance?

[valhourdin]

[ Without a doubt, there is something afoot. Less clear is why it should drive Ser Adelphel to approach Zephirin as though he is an actor cast in the role of a blushing maiden summoning the courage to confess her love.

It prompts Zephirin to frown slightly, somewhat taken aback by the question out of Adelphel's mouth. Perhaps a punchline will follow soon enough... ]

...Not especially. Nevertheless, your reminder is appreciated. [ A pause. Zephirin's stare is unwavering. ] Have you aught to bring to my attention?

[adelphel]

I, ah... this...

[adelphel speaks his words gritted, as if his pride is being ground into bits and he deeply does not want to do what he must do. he appears to be wrestling with his thoughts — though, even conflicted, there is no shortage of ishgardian women who would claim his expression of contemplation one of the most beautiful sights ever witnessed.

at last he brings out what appears to be a slightly charred dodo breast atop a creamy sauce dominated primarily by lemon juices and white wine. it appears passably edible, though of course the heavens' ward has grown quite fat and spoiled on ser janlenoux's heavenly cooking, and next to a dish prepared by his partner, ser adelphel's cooking leaves much to be desired.

he clears his throat awkwardly.]

I made... this. I was wondering... that is, I wondered...

[valhourdin]

[ Though Zephirin's own expression barely changes, his frown takes on a hint of concern for Adelphel's behaviour, but he remains patient, waiting in silence as the younger knight grudgingly presses out the pieces of his unfinished sentences. They fall into place when Adelphel reveals what he held concealed behind his back — his question was neither a thoughtful reminder nor a strange jest.

Zephirin raises his brows, eyeing the dish before him, the fifth seat's rather dubious handiwork. Ser Janlenoux clearly enjoys spending his free time in the Vault's kitchens, but Ser Adelphel? ]

...You wondered whether I would sample it?

[ Pride led Adelphel to come to him instead of asking Janlenoux for his expert guidance, Zephirin supposes. After a moment, he holds out his hands to accept the plate. ]

Very well. I must warn you, however, that I can comment on little beyond your use of salt.

[ Surely Adelphel is already aware that the meat is overcooked... ]

[adelphel]

That is fine.

[ser adelphel replies too quickly, setting the plate down with a haste that suggests he wants this all to be over with as soon as possible. again he clears his throat strangely. after what feels to him like an eternity of silence — but which is really only a moment's hesitation — he volunteers, without prompting:]

...Ser Janlenoux would only pity me.

[valhourdin]

I would think that he might value your efforts...

[ But that could well be precisely what Adelphel perceives as pity. Steeled for the fate ahead, Zephirin clears some space on his desk, and picks up knife and fork as though it is his wont to take meals in his office, in front of an audience. Assuming that Adelphel only needs him to taste a bite of his cooking, he cuts himself a piece of charred dodo breast, dipping it in the sauce before raising it to his lips.

He dies then and there.

Still his expression does not change. ]

[adelphel]

[inwardly concerned, though his own expression matches zephirin's lack thereof, adelphel waits in horrid suspense. his insides feel as though they have been twisted about and tied into knots.

after even more unbearably long moments of silence, adelphel speaks again, rather sharply, though his curtness is ill becoming of a man addressing his superior.]

...Well? How bad is it?

[valhourdin]

[ The sauce tastes overwhelmingly of lemons, whereas the dodo meat's burnt coating taints it bitter. The mix of flavours is... challenging. So much so, that Zephirin's eyes narrow as he chews his mouthful for what seems another eternity, and he wishes that he had a glass of water or wine or a cup of tea on hand to cleanse his tongue after its exposure to Ser Adelphel's experiment.

At last, when his throat no longer feels like to constrict in protest, Zephirin swallows. He sets down his knife and his fork. ]

...Do you intend to pursue the culinary arts in earnest?

[adelphel]

...It is terrible, I take it.

[sighing, adelphel at last relaxes enough to allow his face to reflect his emotions. again, the fifth seat's admirers might be shocked to find that he does not always look effortlessly beautiful — today, he seems rather tired, and exasperated to boot. a lock of pink hair is standing up at the back of his head. the kitchen has not been kind to him.]

I do not mean to hang up my shield and become a culinarian. But Ser Janlenoux's nameday approaches, and I... thought he might be pleased by a meal made by my hand.

[valhourdin]

[ Like as not Zephirin is witness to a sight ordinarily seen only within Adelphel's quarters, immediately upon waking in the early hours of the morning. Lacing his fingers together atop the desk, he takes in the weary frustration marring the young knight's fair features. ]

'Tis salvageable. As for Ser Janlenoux, the gesture alone will please him. Of that, I am certain.

[ Even if the meal itself is nigh inedible. ]

[adelphel]

I would not be in the Heavens' Ward were gestures worth as much as deeds.

[in ser adelphel's mind, the things that matter most are beauty, accomplishment, and grace. all else is quite meaningless. he has never even been very interested in the politics or history of ishgard — he knows only what he is responsible for.]

[valhourdin]

[ It is true that a man's deeds speak for him in ways that mere intentions and gestures do not, and it is true that Ser Adelphel, like his brothers, was invited to fill a seat within the Heavens' Ward in recognition of his deeds. Even Zephirin finds Adelphel's competitive streak excessive, however, if his goal is simply to surprise Ser Janlenoux on the eleventh seat's nameday. ]

Might Ser Janlenoux be pleased by other deeds, perchance?

[ Deeds that do not sour his friend's mood, within his capabilities instead. Deeds that require no one to taste test Adelphel's attempts at cooking... ]