Miklan Anschutz G̶a̶u̶t̶i̶e̶r̶.
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Miklan Anschutz G̶a̶u̶t̶i̶e̶r̶.
@firstbornsonofruin.bsky.social
‘Tis the blood of your youngest, this I promise you. || MDNI. || 21+ mun. || BAD MAN ALERT || Icon: https://www.tumblr.com/wildbasil/723367275422416896
[And Miklan is laughing. Unfortunately Sylvain has picked an unarmed brawl this time, while pissed—and Miklan can see his punches a mile away. He delivers one of his own to Sylvain’s gut.]
March 1, 2025 at 2:03 PM
I’d be bleeding more if we took it out before the healer comes. Long as I stay still, it’s not a big deal.
March 1, 2025 at 2:01 PM
It’s not that bad.

[Barely felt it, but the knife’s still in him as he sits still in an armchair. Better that way until a healer gets here, keeps the blood from coming out too much.]
March 1, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Nothing, to them.
March 1, 2025 at 2:34 AM
Never said your brats, did I?

[SMUG CAT JPG]
March 1, 2025 at 2:15 AM
My hearing is fine.

I could hear two little brats crying earlier, after all.
March 1, 2025 at 2:06 AM
I have ears, dipshit.
March 1, 2025 at 2:02 AM
Don’t play dumb. I saw the gold exchange. So hurting your big bro is a bet, now?
March 1, 2025 at 1:12 AM
You told someone to STAB me?
March 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
“Not now.”

Things have been peaceful, which does put him on edge, but…

“Don’t worry, little hawk.”
February 8, 2025 at 6:11 PM
“Still, it’s good to practice. I warned you that Gautier can get messy at times.”
February 7, 2025 at 11:34 PM
“I’m glad.”

Yet, he gives a small smile at the sight. It’s a rare smile, too, one she may not have seen before.
February 7, 2025 at 8:27 PM
He sits at the head, glancing at her hands.

“Have you been practicing archery while I was gone, little hawk?”
February 7, 2025 at 7:58 PM
“Business calls, little hawk.”
February 6, 2025 at 7:52 PM
He feels slightly under-dressed in his travel attire, with her glittering like an amethyst.

His amethyst.

“You look…-pretty, little hawk.”
February 6, 2025 at 3:27 PM
+to the dining room with surprise as he notices @lonelittlebear.bsky.social’s plate is set not at the foot of the table, far from him, but at the left of the head. Right there with him.
February 6, 2025 at 1:30 PM
It’s strange still, that she trusts him enough to doze off in his arms. That anyone can trust a man like him that much.
February 6, 2025 at 12:15 PM