Tag: Basteaux Renaulier

Can I send you a ✧ for Riski BUT ALSO a ✧ for Basteaux? (I usually try not to send multiples in one ask, but it’s Destiney who’s met both of them so…)

On By destiney1984Leave a comment
image

Riski:

I would kill you.

✧ I would physically hurt you.

✧ I would attack you unprovoked.

✧ I would manipulate you.

✧ I dislike you.

✧ You annoy me.

✧ You scare me.

✧ You intimidate me.

✧ I hope I intimidate you.

✧ I pity you.

✧ You disgust me.

✧ I hate you.

✧ I’m indifferent toward you.

✧ I’d like to get to know you better.

✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you.

✧

 I’m unsure what to think of you.

✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you.

✧ You are my friend.

✧ You are my best friend.

✧ You are my mentor.

✧ I look up to you.

✧ I respect you.

✧ You are my hero.

✧ You inspire me.

✧ You are my enemy.

✧

You make me happy.

✧ I want to protect you.

✧ I would fight by your side.

✧ I consider you an equal.

✧ I think you are beneath me.

✧ I think you are above me.

✧ I would lie for you.

✧ I would lie to you.

✧ I would sleep with you.

✧ I would sleep by your side.

✧ I would hug you.

✧ I would kiss you.

✧ You are family to me.

✧ I would die for you.

✧ I would kill for you.

✧ I would trust you with my life.

✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging.

✧ I would trust you with a secret.

✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret.

✧ I love you (platonically).

✧ I love you (romantically). 

Basteaux:

I would kill you.

✧ I would physically hurt you.

✧ I would attack you unprovoked.

✧ I would manipulate you.

✧ I dislike you.

✧ You annoy me.

✧ You scare me.

✧ You intimidate me.

✧ I hope I intimidate you.

✧ I pity you.

✧ You disgust me.

✧ I hate you.

✧ I’m indifferent toward you.

✧ I’d like to get to know you better.

✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you.

✧

 I’m unsure what to think of you.

✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you.

✧ You are my friend.

✧ You are my best friend.

✧ You are my mentor.

✧ I look up to you.

✧ I respect you.

✧ You are my hero.

✧ You inspire me.

✧ You are my enemy.

✧

You make me happy.

✧ I want to protect you.

✧ I would fight by your side.

✧ I consider you an equal.

✧ I think you are beneath me.

✧ I think you are above me.

✧ I would lie for you.

✧ I would lie to you.

✧ I would sleep with you.

✧ I would sleep by your side.

✧ I would hug you.

✧ I would kiss you.

✧ You are family to me.

✧ I would die for you.

✧ I would kill for you.

✧ I would trust you with my life.

✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging.

✧ I would trust you with a secret.

✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret.

✧ I love you (platonically).

✧ I love you (romantically). 

( @riskibusiness @duskrecluse )

Muse’s Opinion

On By destiney1984Leave a comment

(From here  @duskrecluse )

Destiney halted a moment at the suddenly chilly tone to his voice. Damn it. She had stepped over a line again she had not realized was there. Was not the first time she had done so. Though the last time was a different friend. She moved to stand before him, holding her hands up in a surrendering posture, a hurt look to her expression for a moment.

“I apologize. I meant no ill will. I merely meant you should not speak so poorly of yourself.” She looked sadly down towards the ground at their feet, dropping her hands to her sides finally. “You shouldn’t make yourself less. I should not have jested about it. However I can see I have worn out my welcome. I truly am sorry, Basteaux. An I would still enjoy a chance to get drinks with you sometime if you would forgive me for my words.”

She sighed heavily an turned to start walking towards Quarrymill. “I have some work I needed to do over towards Quarrymill anyways. The Wailers needed some reports on Redbelly activity.” She knew she shouldn’t have said it. It was almost like a silent appeal towards the man’s work of clearing this part of the Shroud of bandits. She wanted him to forgive her but she wasn’t sure if staying an expecting it would make things worse or better. Probably worse. She slipped the familiar mask out of her pocket and slipped it into place. She looked back towards him one more time, sparing him a warm smile.

❄

On By destiney1984Leave a comment

duskrecluse:

nebula1984:

duskrecluse:

nebula1984:

duskrecluse:

There’s a deep peace in the snow-covered forest at early dawn. The sun is trying to show its face, fighting through the clouds to sparkle where it strikes the crisp coating of snow and ice.

The first notes hang in the air, shivery and cold just like everything else. They are tentative, unsure. The sound fades, the artist pausing to adjust the tension of the strings to account for the chill before he draws out another piece of the melody.

Even in the stillness and cold of the early morning, he knows the vulnerability presented by this one act. But it’s more than a desire – it’s almost a calling, a need pressed on him by an outside force stronger than himself. He’s purposely far from home, deep in the trees of the Twelveswood where no one in their right mind would be at an hour such as this. Even so, his bow is strung and ready beside him where he can reach it in an instant.

Basteaux draws a bow of another kind over the strings of his violin, his fingers moving with deceptive ease to coax notes from the instrument. It sings under his touch, a soaring tribute to the brilliance of the shining world around him.

As the final strains ring through the stillness, he opens his eyes. She’s the first thing he sees, and he immediately drops one bow in order to reach for the other. But there’s recognition after that initial jolt, and he bends to retrieve the abandoned object from the crust of the snow at his feet.

(From here)

Destiney didn’t mind that he was out of practice. He certainly didn’t play like he was. Though the difference in the two pieces was clear. As was the tension in his form. Either way it was still a pleasing piece. This piece was still less… Free then the last. It lacked the same heart and soul. Not that this piece didn’t have a heart of it’s own. It was just less. Too structured.

“I’m sorry, Basteaux.” She hadn’t missed that look on his face when he finished. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked him to play for her specifically. But there was something about it that she couldn’t resist. Now she felt guilty for ruining his mood. Never had it been her intention to disrupt his morning in this way. “I did not mean to ruin your morning.”

The instrument fit into a small, padded case that he slung over his shoulder alongside his quiver. With it taken care of, Basteaux turned the full weight of his attention back to Destiney. “You did not attack me, nor did you request anything I did not choose to give freely. If there is any blight on this morning, it would be one of my own making.”

He looked past her, up to where the sun was beginning to make its climb in earnest. “I must be going. Though I wish you well on this morning, and hope whatever task has brought you out here is one that does not bring you trouble.”

She watched in silence as he carefully took care of his instrument. Somehow his words really did little to soothe the feeling of guilt over the sudden change of his playing. But she kept that opinion to herself. He would probably just blame himself again. That was far from what she wanted.

She stepped up beside him, a soft smile on her lips. Intentions perfectly clear that she meant to follow him for a bit. “Where are you heading? I could walk with you for a bit. If you don’t mind of course. I was mostly out here for a bit of peace. My company can be quite chaotic at times. An the woods are calming.”

Piercing blue-green eyes softened slightly as he looked to her again. There was something about Destiney that reminded him of Elle, somehow, and it made it difficult to shrug her off the same way he did with most people. “I was going to find a place to make camp for the day,” he admitted, ducking his head as the sun found its way through the trees to strike him directly in the face.

“Surely you have places you’d rather be than the middle of nowhere with someone like me,” Basteaux added with a small shake of his head.

Kind blue eyes stared back at him. There was a certain amount of joy in that look, mixed with just a tiny bit of mischief. Her hand raised to shield her eyes for a moment as they walked through that patch of sunlight. Dropping that hand back to her side once they were no longer in that patch of sun.

“Even I am allowed to have nothing to do on occasion. Well… Correction. I have things to do but I don’t want to do them right now. They aren’t something that needs to be rushed.” She shrugs an waves a hand dismissively at the thought of the work that needed done. “I needed a break honestly. Work for the Order isn’t bad but it can be stressful at times. On top of my other work even. Is it wrong to want to merely enjoy a bit of a walk with someone you want to get to know better? An do not talk of yourself that way.” She shakes her head before going to mimic his last few words in a rather comically bad attempt at a male voice. “Someone like me.”

❄

On By destiney1984Leave a comment

duskrecluse:

nebula1984:

duskrecluse:

There’s a deep peace in the snow-covered forest at early dawn. The sun is trying to show its face, fighting through the clouds to sparkle where it strikes the crisp coating of snow and ice.

The first notes hang in the air, shivery and cold just like everything else. They are tentative, unsure. The sound fades, the artist pausing to adjust the tension of the strings to account for the chill before he draws out another piece of the melody.

Even in the stillness and cold of the early morning, he knows the vulnerability presented by this one act. But it’s more than a desire – it’s almost a calling, a need pressed on him by an outside force stronger than himself. He’s purposely far from home, deep in the trees of the Twelveswood where no one in their right mind would be at an hour such as this. Even so, his bow is strung and ready beside him where he can reach it in an instant.

Basteaux draws a bow of another kind over the strings of his violin, his fingers moving with deceptive ease to coax notes from the instrument. It sings under his touch, a soaring tribute to the brilliance of the shining world around him.

As the final strains ring through the stillness, he opens his eyes. She’s the first thing he sees, and he immediately drops one bow in order to reach for the other. But there’s recognition after that initial jolt, and he bends to retrieve the abandoned object from the crust of the snow at his feet.

(From here)

Destiney didn’t mind that he was out of practice. He certainly didn’t play like he was. Though the difference in the two pieces was clear. As was the tension in his form. Either way it was still a pleasing piece. This piece was still less… Free then the last. It lacked the same heart and soul. Not that this piece didn’t have a heart of it’s own. It was just less. Too structured.

“I’m sorry, Basteaux.” She hadn’t missed that look on his face when he finished. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked him to play for her specifically. But there was something about it that she couldn’t resist. Now she felt guilty for ruining his mood. Never had it been her intention to disrupt his morning in this way. “I did not mean to ruin your morning.”

The instrument fit into a small, padded case that he slung over his shoulder alongside his quiver. With it taken care of, Basteaux turned the full weight of his attention back to Destiney. “You did not attack me, nor did you request anything I did not choose to give freely. If there is any blight on this morning, it would be one of my own making.”

He looked past her, up to where the sun was beginning to make its climb in earnest. “I must be going. Though I wish you well on this morning, and hope whatever task has brought you out here is one that does not bring you trouble.”

She watched in silence as he carefully took care of his instrument. Somehow his words really did little to soothe the feeling of guilt over the sudden change of his playing. But she kept that opinion to herself. He would probably just blame himself again. That was far from what she wanted.

She stepped up beside him, a soft smile on her lips. Intentions perfectly clear that she meant to follow him for a bit. “Where are you heading? I could walk with you for a bit. If you don’t mind of course. I was mostly out here for a bit of peace. My company can be quite chaotic at times. An the woods are calming.”

❄

On By destiney1984Leave a comment

duskrecluse:

There’s a deep peace in the snow-covered forest at early dawn. The sun is trying to show its face, fighting through the clouds to sparkle where it strikes the crisp coating of snow and ice.

The first notes hang in the air, shivery and cold just like everything else. They are tentative, unsure. The sound fades, the artist pausing to adjust the tension of the strings to account for the chill before he draws out another piece of the melody.

Even in the stillness and cold of the early morning, he knows the vulnerability presented by this one act. But it’s more than a desire – it’s almost a calling, a need pressed on him by an outside force stronger than himself. He’s purposely far from home, deep in the trees of the Twelveswood where no one in their right mind would be at an hour such as this. Even so, his bow is strung and ready beside him where he can reach it in an instant.

Basteaux draws a bow of another kind over the strings of his violin, his fingers moving with deceptive ease to coax notes from the instrument. It sings under his touch, a soaring tribute to the brilliance of the shining world around him.

As the final strains ring through the stillness, he opens his eyes. She’s the first thing he sees, and he immediately drops one bow in order to reach for the other. But there’s recognition after that initial jolt, and he bends to retrieve the abandoned object from the crust of the snow at his feet.

(From here)

Destiney didn’t mind that he was out of practice. He certainly didn’t play like he was. Though the difference in the two pieces was clear. As was the tension in his form. Either way it was still a pleasing piece. This piece was still less… Free then the last. It lacked the same heart and soul. Not that this piece didn’t have a heart of it’s own. It was just less. Too structured.

“I’m sorry, Basteaux.” She hadn’t missed that look on his face when he finished. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked him to play for her specifically. But there was something about it that she couldn’t resist. Now she felt guilty for ruining his mood. Never had it been her intention to disrupt his morning in this way. “I did not mean to ruin your morning.”

❄

On By destiney1984Leave a comment

duskrecluse:

nebula1984:

duskrecluse:

There’s a deep peace in the snow-covered forest at early dawn. The sun is trying to show its face, fighting through the clouds to sparkle where it strikes the crisp coating of snow and ice.

The first notes hang in the air, shivery and cold just like everything else. They are tentative, unsure. The sound fades, the artist pausing to adjust the tension of the strings to account for the chill before he draws out another piece of the melody.

Even in the stillness and cold of the early morning, he knows the vulnerability presented by this one act. But it’s more than a desire – it’s almost a calling, a need pressed on him by an outside force stronger than himself. He’s purposely far from home, deep in the trees of the Twelveswood where no one in their right mind would be at an hour such as this. Even so, his bow is strung and ready beside him where he can reach it in an instant.

Basteaux draws a bow of another kind over the strings of his violin, his fingers moving with deceptive ease to coax notes from the instrument. It sings under his touch, a soaring tribute to the brilliance of the shining world around him.

As the final strains ring through the stillness, he opens his eyes. She’s the first thing he sees, and he immediately drops one bow in order to reach for the other. But there’s recognition after that initial jolt, and he bends to retrieve the abandoned object from the crust of the snow at his feet.

There was a certain peacefulness to the woods at this early hour. Something very soothing. It was also good for thought. Just even for being alone sometime.

The only sound at first was the crunch of her boots in the snow. Slowly that sound was joined by another. The new sound was beautiful. It drew her towards it like a moth to flame. She drew to a pause at a distant, not wishing to interrupt such a melody. Yet she recognized the man who made the instrument sing beneath his fingers. She reached up to remove her half-mask, tucking it away into her pocket.

She hadn’t meant to startle him as she noticed him reach for his weapon. Yet she remained still as the snow around them. Once he recognized her she finally moved. He was busy picking up the bow he had dropped as she closed the distance between them.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. It… Was very beautiful. Please don’t stop on my account.” She kept her voice soft, as if speaking louder would ruin the peaceful feeling of the snowy forest around them. Hands clasped together behind her back loosely. Her smile was warm enough though there was a hint of longing in those blue eyes. “I almost wish I had his harp with me. I could have joined you. If you wouldn’t mind such a novice. Then again I might have ruined such a lovely piece anyways.”

Basteaux watched her approach, as wary as a wild deer but slightly less flighty. His face was flushed, but whether it was from the cold, the music, or something else was impossible to tell. At her words, he shook his head. “Whether or not your playing is as novice as you claim, I’d only intended the one.” He tucked the bow for the instrument into his quiver in order to have a free hand to properly shoulder his weapon.

He moved to begin de-tuning the violin’s strings for travel, but paused with his fingers on the pegs. Destiney’s smile and the look in her eyes caused him to hesitate. There was something about her that made his chest ache. He wet his lips, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Was there… anything in particular you wanted to hear?”

She had to bite back the disappointment as he admitted to only intending the one song. It had indeed been a very lovely piece. Yet there was a feeling of sadness knowing the music was over.

However when he paused an offered another of her choice… There was no hiding the excitement in her eyes. Only twice in her life had someone offered to play specifically for her. Though this was the first time for a violin. She tried to hold back the excited energy inside an try to think of something for Basteaux to play.

“Maybe something light an airy? Something that suits this peaceful morning an the new dusting of snow. Yet has a warmth to its heart. Something that makes the heart dance an soar.“ She glances away with a slight blush. “Sorry. I… I miss the music. It felt… wonderful to hear the way you played. Hear the heart an soul you put into your music.”

❄

On By destiney1984Leave a comment

duskrecluse:

There’s a deep peace in the snow-covered forest at early dawn. The sun is trying to show its face, fighting through the clouds to sparkle where it strikes the crisp coating of snow and ice.

The first notes hang in the air, shivery and cold just like everything else. They are tentative, unsure. The sound fades, the artist pausing to adjust the tension of the strings to account for the chill before he draws out another piece of the melody.

Even in the stillness and cold of the early morning, he knows the vulnerability presented by this one act. But it’s more than a desire – it’s almost a calling, a need pressed on him by an outside force stronger than himself. He’s purposely far from home, deep in the trees of the Twelveswood where no one in their right mind would be at an hour such as this. Even so, his bow is strung and ready beside him where he can reach it in an instant.

Basteaux draws a bow of another kind over the strings of his violin, his fingers moving with deceptive ease to coax notes from the instrument. It sings under his touch, a soaring tribute to the brilliance of the shining world around him.

As the final strains ring through the stillness, he opens his eyes. She’s the first thing he sees, and he immediately drops one bow in order to reach for the other. But there’s recognition after that initial jolt, and he bends to retrieve the abandoned object from the crust of the snow at his feet.

There was a certain peacefulness to the woods at this early hour. Something very soothing. It was also good for thought. Just even for being alone sometime.

The only sound at first was the crunch of her boots in the snow. Slowly that sound was joined by another. The new sound was beautiful. It drew her towards it like a moth to flame. She drew to a pause at a distant, not wishing to interrupt such a melody. Yet she recognized the man who made the instrument sing beneath his fingers. She reached up to remove her half-mask, tucking it away into her pocket.

She hadn’t meant to startle him as she noticed him reach for his weapon. Yet she remained still as the snow around them. Once he recognized her she finally moved. He was busy picking up the bow he had dropped as she closed the distance between them.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. It… Was very beautiful. Please don’t stop on my account.” She kept her voice soft, as if speaking louder would ruin the peaceful feeling of the snowy forest around them. Hands clasped together behind her back loosely. Her smile was warm enough though there was a hint of longing in those blue eyes. “I almost wish I had his harp with me. I could have joined you. If you wouldn’t mind such a novice. Then again I might have ruined such a lovely piece anyways.”

“I never thought I’d see you in something so fancy.”

On By destiney1984Leave a comment

duskrecluse:

image

This wasn’t what he’d signed up for.

Basteaux pulled at the tight collar of the crisp white shirt, the starched fabric stiff and itchy beneath the green suit jacket. He’d caught a glance of himself in the mirror when he’d been getting dressed and had to admit that he did clean up nicely, but that didn’t mean it was anything like comfortable to wear. He missed his own clothes rather fiercely already – but the worst part was the mask. He’d seen that in the mirror, too, and vehemently hated both the mask itself and the way it looked on him. For all its differences and decoration, it still reminded him too much of the Wood Wailers.

The kid who’d hired him didn’t seem to share the same sentiment. The boy couldn’t be more than twenty, full of energy and youthful enthusiasm. He’d quickly located the young lady he’d been hoping to meet with and left Basteaux to his own devices. The older Duskwight kept an eye on the younger from a distance, watching for any that might take exception to him. The overwhelming majority of Gridania’s Elezen citizens in particular had, in Basteaux’s eyes, never given him any reason to trust them.

So far Basteaux’s crossed arms and cold gaze had deterred most of the other attendees of the masquerade party from coming within less than a few fulms of him. It took him a few moments to register that the sweet female voice was speaking to him.

“I never thought I’d see you in something so fancy.”

He turned slightly to regard the woman who’d spoken. The first time they’d met she’d been masked as well, so it was actually easy to identify her with one now. “You thought right. It’s not something I would choose.” He offered the barest of smiles; it could almost be better described as his frown becoming less severe. “You look very nice.”

Destiney was beginning to think she was going to have a nice collection of new masks till she was done with attending these balls. Her dress had been simple yet elegant in it’s own fashion. The material soft against her skin. Lighting made it hard to tell if the dress was silver or silvery blue.

A smile curved her lips as she spotted his familiar form. From a distance she knew who it was almost immediately despite the mask and fancy clothes. There was only one person she knew that physically reminded her of Leon from this distance.

She moved to stand beside him as he answered her in return. Her hands loosely clasped together behind her back. Not exactly a very feminine way to stand while wearing a dress. But this was Basteaux and they were both hunters in their own ways. She wasn’t surprised he recognized her even with the mask. Even if it was a different mask then when they met. A mask was still a mask.

“Thank you.” She accepted his compliment with a warm smile. “I hope you don’t mind the company. I’m not exactly a fan of large gatherings like this myself. An you looked like you could use a companion who understands. That an we haven’t had a chance to discuss when we were going for drinks.”