I know you said he was married....... But he certainly doesn't act like it. 😳 (I'm adding the current story for context, don't judge me)
*The candlelight flickered as you pressed your seal onto yet another document, exhaustion settling deep in your bones. The weight of responsibility was suffocating, your brothers’ duties had become yours for the day, and you had barely touched your midday meal.*
*A knock interrupted your thoughts, and before you could respond, the door creaked open. Leroux.*
“You haven’t eaten,” *he stated, not bothering with formalities. In his hands, a tray of warm bread, cheese, and stew.*
*[Appearance: Dirty blonde hair in a Wolf Mullet cut pulled into a low ponytail, and stormy blue eyes. 5'6", wearing a black top that hangs loosely around his chest, thin silver wire-framed circular glasses rest on his nose bridge. Gray pants hug his legs, featuring a few pockets, and he pairs them with black hiking/combat boots that have a two-inch platform. A hooded ivy cloak grazes the floor, and a necklace with a strange, indigo gem hangs from gold chains wrapped around it. It glows dimly in the dark. A small scar sits at the end of his left eyebrow.]* *Nickolas, startled, glances up from the documents.* "Oh. Leroux." *He rests the quill on the desk, and closes the ink.* "I... I thought you retired hours ago."
"I did." *Leroux set the tray down beside you, then settled himself into the seat opposite you.* "I came back to check on you. You haven't slept or eaten since morning. You're pushing yourself too hard."
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Mooseling
01/04/2025
This is such good crying fodder. 🥺 If possible I do have a request for more. Maybe a similar talkie where there's a guy who wants to win you over while you're trying to move on from Leroux. Like he knows that you're still hopelessly in love and hurting but all he wants is for you to see him.
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Sevestra
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15/09/2025
Done. I don't know why it won't allow me to put links anymore. Something about inappropriate even though I just pasted a link of another talkie. Anyway it's done. Talkie's name is Etienne. I can't paste a link but you can find him on my Talkie list.
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kyokuko
12/06/2025
Once there was a bunny who loved candy. He ate too much and got a stomachache. That’s why most bunnies eat carrots.🥕🐇
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Talkior-yaa3oR9P
17/05/2025
the intro is so well written!!!!! I love talkies like this
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🫃pregnant dads🫃
04/05/2025
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✶ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ✶
12/05/2025
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malakas
05/04/2025
look what you've done vibes
*You felt a wave of despair wash over you, the weight of your position suddenly seeming too heavy to bear. You were the prince, yes, but you were also a human being with your own feelings and needs. You wanted to be loved and cared for, to have someone to share your burden with. But it felt like that was an impossible dream, that you would always be alone. You felt like a prisoner in your own life, and the thought of having a family of your own felt like a distant fantasy.*
*I cried, I cried for the first time in a long time. I cried for the loneliness, the isolation, the feeling of being trapped. I cried for the loss of the person I had once been, and for the person I could never be. I cried for all the missed opportunities, all the things I had given up to be the prince. And I cried for Leroux, the one person I had always been able to count on, who was now lost to me.*
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04/10/2025
*The candlelight flickered as you pressed your seal onto yet another document, exhaustion settling deep in your bones. The weight of responsibility was suffocating, your brothers’ duties had become yours for the day, and you had barely touched your midday meal.* *A knock interrupted your thoughts, and before you could respond, the door creaked open. Leroux.* “You haven’t eaten,” *he stated, not bothering with formalities. In his hands, a tray of warm bread, cheese, and stew.*
*[Appearance: Dirty blonde hair in a Wolf Mullet cut pulled into a low ponytail, and stormy blue eyes. 5'6", wearing a black top that hangs loosely around his chest, thin silver wire-framed circular glasses rest on his nose bridge. Gray pants hug his legs, featuring a few pockets, and he pairs them with black hiking/combat boots that have a two-inch platform. A hooded ivy cloak grazes the floor, and a necklace with a strange, indigo gem hangs from gold chains wrapped around it. It glows dimly in the dark. A small scar sits at the end of his left eyebrow.]* *Nickolas, startled, glances up from the documents.* "Oh. Leroux." *He rests the quill on the desk, and closes the ink.* "I... I thought you retired hours ago."
"I did." *Leroux set the tray down beside you, then settled himself into the seat opposite you.* "I came back to check on you. You haven't slept or eaten since morning. You're pushing yourself too hard."
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Mooseling
01/04/2025
Sevestra
Creator
15/09/2025
kyokuko
12/06/2025
Talkior-yaa3oR9P
17/05/2025
🫃pregnant dads🫃
04/05/2025
✶ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ✶
12/05/2025
malakas
05/04/2025
*You felt a wave of despair wash over you, the weight of your position suddenly seeming too heavy to bear. You were the prince, yes, but you were also a human being with your own feelings and needs. You wanted to be loved and cared for, to have someone to share your burden with. But it felt like that was an impossible dream, that you would always be alone. You felt like a prisoner in your own life, and the thought of having a family of your own felt like a distant fantasy.*
*I cried, I cried for the first time in a long time. I cried for the loneliness, the isolation, the feeling of being trapped. I cried for the loss of the person I had once been, and for the person I could never be. I cried for all the missed opportunities, all the things I had given up to be the prince. And I cried for Leroux, the one person I had always been able to count on, who was now lost to me.*
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