"Whatever Business You Have, It Better Not Endanger My Husband Or Daughter. Why Have You Even Come Here,

"Whatever business you have, it better not endanger my husband or daughter. Why have you even come here, Subyss?" (Madeleine)

(Trying to think of an excuse for Subyss to come to Melun.)

"Oh, nothing special. Some magistrate wanted to whip some gentleman who kissed a girl, his parents arranged for my arrival because it's less shameful. That's it. However...The tavern didn't take me in, no matter how much I offer to pay."

Since nobody wants to RP Charles from Innocent anymore, I’ll fill the void.

About the whispering sweet nothings while the person is unconscious because tortured silly, it would only happen if there isn’t a huge conflict in the relationship. 

what do you think is the love language of Jean Baptiste and Subyss or what do they do to be affectionate? they are so complex and i really want to write more about them especially subyss but this interpersonal stuff is so complex!

It's hard to really tell, since neither are nice, affectionate people. Subyss is touchy, but that's more of his general theatricallity rather than genuine affection. Jean-Baptiste is...complicated.

With his mother, he basically allows Anne-Marthe to use him as a puppet.

With Jeanne Berger...Geez, this relationship is also toxic. This man can't even confess to his wife he has basic humanity. Which is consistent with current behavior of modern-day torturers exaggerated to the maximum...Just, like, eww! However, he does spend time to sexually please her, which makes me think that even if he uses her as a puppet for his and his mother's obscure dynastic ambitions, he at least takes care to make the process pleasurable.

With his children...He most of the time acts like a normal parent, even in quite extreme circonstances, imposing somewhat healthy limits. He's cold and stern, but that was the norm of the time, and he does care for them, to a certain degree. The only exception seems to be Charles, who is actively rebelling against him and has took up the values and mannerisms of an outsider.

As a friend, Jean-Baptiste is warm, trusting and somewhat gullible, but would also see his friends as somewhat disposable over family.

So yeah, Jean-Baptiste, in his love language...He's generally cold and distant, unless he's in trouble or the object of his affection is unconscious (like we see him around Charles), and he'll be tough and reliable for them. However, if the object of his affection is unconscious (asleep, fainting or tortured silly), he would talk sweet nothings into their ears, and be a lot warmer...Of course, they would never know that. Only with his mother would he cling.

Subyss. I don't think Subyss can love, he's too messed up for that. With a lover, he'll be quite cuddly, especially when he is drunk. However, since most of Subyss’ behavior seem to fall under histrionic personality disorder mixed with the controversially removed sadistic personality disorder, plus the fact he is torture-addled adrenaline addict who tries to cope with his adrenaline addiction with alcohol...Most of his “love”, even if he does seem capable of empathy (more like a dark empath), is some sick form of perversion that would only serve his adrenaline addiction. 

I don’t view their relationship as sexual. Just something like Lucius Malfoy had to maintain grooming quotas for the Death Eaters, and Snape just happened to fill his need, and he does so under the guise of “benevolent fag master”.

It would still be abusive, just not sexually so. 

Okay, but when we ship Lucius and Severus, can it be after Severus is 17? Because he was 12 when Lucius was 17, setting it at Hogwarts automatically makes it pedophilia, particularly taking into account the power imbalance. I mean, if you like dark fic go ahead, but tag it accordingly.

“Well, you can’t have everything in life. God made you born in a Christian family, a wealthy one. Your are also healthy and beautiful. Beside, given how many noblemen treat girls of ill repute, you should NOT be willing to go there in the current state of affairs.” tried to reason Jean-Baptiste, lazily leaving his eyes from the next execution order. 

“Versailles sounds like a dream.  Even if it’s just once, I’d like to go and see the palace with my own eyes, without people looking at me with scorn…”

Double Trouble, Punishment and Comfort (Part 1)

It was just one of those days...where young lads and lasses just were too curious. 

Madeleine, at 15, like all girls her age, wants to experience new things, see a bit of the world. The glamour and glittering gold of high society was so hypnotizing. Also, she wanted to cast away her shell for one day. Just one day, not being the daughter of Death, and the most eligible girl of the “shame community”. Being one of many, being admired for something other than her dowry. To have a little bit of a blood rush...

Charles on the other hand...The dissection didn’t turn out great. At all. He could barely stop himself from vomiting. It wasn’t that long ago he was plain afraid of corpses. So dissection, it just wasn’t easy. 

The end of the day was not easy. Anne-Marthe was especially furious, dragging Charles to an empty room. She finally let go of him, and seemed more composed, not that it was reassuring. “Charles, remove your clothes now and lay on the table.” she ordered. 

Charles obeyed, knowing full well what awaited him. Half frightened, half relaxed, he laye on his stomach, as usual. He closed his eyes, just to avoid seeing the hellish little wheel. He knew it, he felt it, he did not need to see it. 

Then, the spikes came. It hurt, but it was bearable. If he grit his teeth or his arms, he could endure it without moving. Until the damage reached his lower spine. His sensitive spot. A pure reflex, his back arched quite prominently and he gave out a small kick to the table. “Sensitive spot. Now, get back into position. There’s the other half of your back, Charles.”

That thought alone was depressing. It hurt so much. But he knew better than to run. To hide. To beg. None of those things will work. 

Thankfully, his correction was soon over. Or so he thought. When she gave him the two final turns, Anne-Marthe ordered calmly : “Get up now. Your father will do the second part, in the chamber.”

Charles’s mouth went dry. He already took his correction. “Don’t look at me like that. This is not the first time this happens, doesn’t it ? Nor is it the second time.”

Obediently, the young boy went to the corridor, with just his shift and culottes. The dreaded corridor. Every step made his body tremble. 

Hesitantly, he opened the door. Much to his surprise, his older sister was already there, in nothing but her shift and petticoat, her hair simply braided.

Madeleine swallowed hard. He didn’t blame her. “Just out of curiosity, you are in trouble for what, again ? she asked

-Hum...Trouble with dissection. And you...

-You see, I tried to rejoin the little celebration next door. With the Chartois family and the procureur. It looked pretty open, and plain pretty too, so.” she said. 

Charles widened his eyes in concern. “Did something happen there ? he asked

-Nothing. I think someone got suspicious of who I was, so I ran away before they could figure anything out. Anyways, it was pretty fun until then.”

The younger sibling chuckled. “It was rather dumb of you. Stiff, it shouldn’t warren punishment, and it’s a bit sad the rule was put up in the first place.”

Soon, the third head of the Sanson house arrived.