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Captain Monte was looking flash in his dress uniform on the morning of the ceremony. A double-breasted military jacket with matching trousers, polished black boots, white gloves, sash, the full ensemble. He was leaving to exit his chambers when his spry old mother swooped in from the ether, her blue eyes sharp on finding a flaw in his outfit.

'Unbelievable, Florian. Lipstick on your collar. You're still picking up one-night-women at thirty-five as if you're twenty. No man as handsome as you should be a bachelor.'
Florian flinched at the sight of the older woman half his size. Not even that rock golem in the arena made him cower like he did now.
'Mother, my personal relationships are my own business.'
'Florian, why is it that I never see you with the same woman twice? What example are you setting your nephew and nieces by chasing a different skirt every week?'
'Mother, if a fellow officer were to walk in right now my reputation would never recover.'
'I'm not an oblivious nag, Florian, I locked the door beforehand. Here, let me channel a spell in this cloth to hide that mark. You can clean it yourself after the ceremony wraps up.'
Florian stood there blushing and looking away while his mother dabbed away at the lipstick left by his current admirer. The feeling of embarrassment reminded him of that innocuous moment in his teen years that set him down this path...

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It was after a rugby game, during his last year of school, that Florian Monte heard a nickname he deeply resented. While he was toweling himself from the shower some lout called him "Pink Pube." The nickname didn't catch on, but it struck a nerve all the same. In every class at least two or three students had an exotic shade to their hair. The half-dryad Dmitri's was dark-green, while Odette's blue locks stemmed from the water-elementals in her family tree. Yet those were dignified colours. Florian had purple-pink hair, too strong to dye a boring shade. So he lied to his peers and told them he had a draconic heritage, and he'd proudly wear his purple-pink inheritance by living vivaciously.

Florian actually did have lineage from a dragon, though he was yet to learn that fact. He drove himself to be a brave soldier, a great fighter, and an excellent lover. The military medals on his shelf, the countless women who reminisced his touch, and the long line of men with sore wrists after an arm-wrestling contest were witness to his success. Still his mother took fault with his lifestyle, comparing him to his sisters who had settled down before him. It would not be until Florian crossed paths with a certain darkling novelist that he'd put the playboy act to rest.

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Employing an invisibility-spell taught by her wizard husband, Florian's mother channeled a pinch of magic onto Florian's collar, causing the red lipstick to fade away.
'The spot's gone now, but you'd best save the ladies' affection until after the banquet.'
'Yes, mother. There's someone at the door now, probably the attendant.'
'You won't make a pass at a high-class doxy like that Lilibeth heir?'
Florian shook his head.
'No. I'll be the perfect soldier.'
'Good. I'd hate to see your shining moment as an officer overshadowed by some blue gossip. I'd sooner go back to eating rats in a cave than see my young man make an ass of himself.'
Florian made for the door and was about to unlock it, when a puzzled look came over his face. He turned to his mother and asked,
'Wait, what did you just say? Doing what in a cave?'
His mother brushed him off without missing a beat.
'A figure of speech, dear. Come now, your moment awaits.'

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Commission drawn by Fokk3rs .

Description
Part of a series: www.deviantart.com/daughterski…

Captain Monte was looking flash in his dress uniform on the morning of the ceremony. A double-breasted military jacket with matching trousers, polished black boots, white gloves, sash, the full ensemble. He was leaving to exit his chambers when his spry old mother swooped in from the ether, her blue eyes sharp on finding a flaw in his outfit.

'Unbelievable, Florian. Lipstick on your collar. You're still picking up one-night-women at thirty-five as if you're twenty. No man as handsome as you should be a bachelor.'
Florian flinched at the sight of the older woman half his size. Not even that rock golem in the arena made him cower like he did now.
'Mother, my personal relationships are my own business.'
'Florian, why is it that I never see you with the same woman twice? What example are you setting your nephew and nieces by chasing a different skirt every week?'
'Mother, if a fellow officer were to walk in right now my reputation would never recover.'
'I'm not an oblivious nag, Florian, I locked the door beforehand. Here, let me channel a spell in this cloth to hide that mark. You can clean it yourself after the ceremony wraps up.'
Florian stood there blushing and looking away while his mother dabbed away at the lipstick left by his current admirer. The feeling of embarrassment reminded him of that innocuous moment in his teen years that set him down this path...

~

It was after a rugby game, during his last year of school, that Florian Monte heard a nickname he deeply resented. While he was toweling himself from the shower some lout called him "Pink Pube." The nickname didn't catch on, but it struck a nerve all the same. In every class at least two or three students had an exotic shade to their hair. The half-dryad Dmitri's was dark-green, while Odette's blue locks stemmed from the water-elementals in her family tree. Yet those were dignified colours. Florian had purple-pink hair, too strong to dye a boring shade. So he lied to his peers and told them he had a draconic heritage, and he'd proudly wear his purple-pink inheritance by living vivaciously.

Florian actually did have lineage from a dragon, though he was yet to learn that fact. He drove himself to be a brave soldier, a great fighter, and an excellent lover. The military medals on his shelf, the countless women who reminisced his touch, and the long line of men with sore wrists after an arm-wrestling contest were witness to his success. Still his mother took fault with his lifestyle, comparing him to his sisters who had settled down before him. It would not be until Florian crossed paths with a certain darkling novelist that he'd put the playboy act to rest.

~

Employing an invisibility-spell taught by her wizard husband, Florian's mother channeled a pinch of magic onto Florian's collar, causing the red lipstick to fade away.
'The spot's gone now, but you'd best save the ladies' affection until after the banquet.'
'Yes, mother. There's someone at the door now, probably the attendant.'
'You won't make a pass at a high-class doxy like that Lilibeth heir?'
Florian shook his head.
'No. I'll be the perfect soldier.'
'Good. I'd hate to see your shining moment as an officer overshadowed by some blue gossip. I'd sooner go back to eating rats in a cave than see my young man make an ass of himself.'
Florian made for the door and was about to unlock it, when a puzzled look came over his face. He turned to his mother and asked,
'Wait, what did you just say? Doing what in a cave?'
His mother brushed him off without missing a beat.
'A figure of speech, dear. Come now, your moment awaits.'

*

Commission drawn by Fokk3rs .