Hello! Can i please ask for #029 with a dash of soulmate au? (If you are still taking requests that is.) Thank you!
That turned out a bit longer than expected. But then you need a bit of a background and world building for soulmate AUs.
Have fun with that one.^^
029 - Curious
Despite everything Lucette had always been curious about the tattoo that had appeared on her breastbone, ending just below the neckline of her dress.
Next to the white lily blossom that had been there as long as she remembered a second plant had slowly stated to grow. First starting as a line next to it and slowly spread out next to the broad leaves and the stem of the lily, slowly gaining more and more details.
It was not normal and while she detested Delora for cursing her, she had still taken advantage of being around a witch and had managed to get her alone to ask.
And in the two weeks she hadn’t really looked at it since she got cursed, the thin black lines of the tattoo had broadened into a fully recognizabel branch adorned with white flowers, thin and straight leaves spreading out from it, accompanying smaller whiter blossoms.
And since then she had been introduced to the principle of soulmates, which were common among magic users and much more rare among normal humans.
A pair always shared the same tattoo in the same place, starting out with one flower and then a second one slowly appearing. The smell of the flower you started out with, would always be the one strongest to you, and the smell of it always with you, only noticabel for the partner.
Lucette liked lilys because of their posture, straight and tall and elegant, but she also loved their sweet smell, always so much sweeter than anything else, only matched by the scent of the second flower.
She could live with the lily describing herself. It was her favorite.
The second flower that had appeared on her was white blooming oleander. She had never seen it in the palace gardens, never smelled it before, but the books she read to research the flower, described a sweet scent. And a visit to a park only proved that one true.
And curiosity was what drove her to search the city for the person accompanied by a matching scent.
The curiosity was what drove her to follow Rod through the passage into palace, when she caught a hint of the smell on him.
The curiosity was what drove her to shout out the warning to Mythros, as Alcaster tried to kill him from behind.
Mythros smacking Alcaster’s sword asside with magic and pulling a dagger out of his sleeve and pinning the mans arm to the wall by driving it throught the attackers palm without hesitation or any kind of expression reminded her of yet the last paragraph, she had read about the plant.
No matter how pretty it was or how harmless it looked for not having thorns and sweet smelling blossoms, no horse or cattle would willingly eat it and shy away from it as it was highly poisonous.
Myth hadn’t bothered to give a closer thought about the tattoo appearing on his chest for years, had never bothered to take a closer look at it until the evening after the princess had disappeared from the palace and all the rage and worries broke out when he was finally alone in his home and found himself looking into the bathroom mirror when changing into less noticable clothing to match a coat with hood to check in with his informants in the city.
The image of a second flower having joined the blooming branch he had never bothered to identify threw him off, just as much as the kind of flower that was there.
The white lily seemed like a mockery, slapping into his face that -despite what he had told himself during the last years- there may be something for him in this world beside his servitude to the queen. Something that was his on a level no one could simply take away.
Soulmates didn’t always get along, but the reports that he had found during the years had always found the problem in how set one or both parts were about what their partner was supposed to be like.
He had never even imagined having such a partner, regarding how many had died during the Hunts, leaving many with a tattoo unmatched.
And now he found himself curious, who fate deemed fitting for him.
White Lilies stood for majesty and purity and in some interpretations even innocence.
The curiosity also gave him enough drive to identify his own plant, despite his already heavy workload of keeping Alcaster happy, hiding the Tenebrarum and his Queen, doing his work as the king’s advisor, finding and organizing witches that may be sympatetic to his cause once the Queen was free again and looking for the princess. And sometimes he strolled around the city when his head was too full, trying to pinpoint the smell of lilies in streets with way to many smells to clearly pinpoint anything.
Distilling the extract of white oleander and creating an oil was an art in itself, especially because he couldn’t risk cases of poisoning on accident.
But the smell would stick when he was gone and may lead his soulmate to him when he was unable to find that person.
And everthing came to bear when there was a shout behind him, warning him just in time to keep getting killed by Alcaster, accompanied by the sweetest smell he could imagine.
The resulting comotion had multiple causes.
Alcaster, who was the head knight, had just tried to kill someone and his small legion of knights had just tried to stage a coup.
The princess warning him, counted enough of a good deed that the count of three was full for her curse, breaking it, making everyone remember her.
Myth highly protective and dazed by the revelation of who his mate was, was not willing to put her into any kind of danger and didn’t bother hiding the exact extend of his power to deal with knights, who thought that pointing a few sharp blades at him for intimidation and ended up with shelves getting pulled down onto them outside the unlucky soul, who got thrown out of a window.
The king would hopefully forgive him the mess.
But as everything died down, Alcaster taken away into the dungeons away from the knights loyal only to him, the princess settled back into the palace and the repairs and clean up started, Myth got called to the king.
When he got asked, if there was anything else he had hidden, there was a choice.
He could lie and say no. The Tenebrarum was still savely hidden, the Queen with it. But the traitor had been living with the princess and may turn up soon, spilling everything about him and the Lucis bearer was more than powerful enough to find the Crystallum and the Queen enclosed in it. Plans destroyed, planning useless and even his mate gone from his grasp.
And while his Queen may not have bothered to get involved in soulmate business, if his mate had been anyone else, his mate was her daughter, who should be loyal to only her and not get protective of a possible mate.
He wanted to live. He wanted to keep his mate. He couldn’t have his Queen and his mate.
His words like barbed wire in his throat, he started talking.
Myth x Lucette "050. Breaking the Rules" dabble?
050 - Breaking the Rules
There were many rules applying to a princess. Social ones, etiquette and sometimes simply expectations about how a princess currently had to behave. There were always witnesses for behavior. Family, servants, chaperons or maybe even guests.
Currently there was no one outside of Myth. And the level of freedom that added to their interaction was exhilerating like the first time she had channeld magic freely in an appropriate open space.
There were no roaming hands or deep kisses belonging into back alleys. Lucette was no fan of there things. But despite everything Myth was clingly and just like herself loved to be close enough to her for touch. Holding each other. Being closer than was approopriate. Kisses were a rare thing, both were not quite sure how to add to their current relationship.
But both needed the touch. The contact. No matter the rules, expectations or opinions. Touch made it real, where words were simply lacking.
And Lucette would willingly break many kinds of rules to keep that assurance that everything between them was real.
i was thinking moonlight with MythLu? thank u. sorry for bothering u.
You aren’t a bother. If writing was a bother, my ask box wouldn’t be open.
108 - Moonlight
The moon was bright in the sky, turning the room into a strange pattern of shadows and strange patches of white and different shades of gray.
And Myth couldn’t sleep. He had fallen asleep, woken up, due to a nightmare, he couldn’t remember clearly anymore and then had found himself laying awake, heart still beating to fast, thoughts still running. Normally, he would have gotten up, left the bed and found himself a book. There was always paperwork in his office, waiting to ge finished.
But he wasn’t alone and there wasn’t paperwork needed to distract himself from these feelings anymore.
His Princess, to be his Queen (always his Goddess, but he had the feeling, she wouldn’t react well to that title) was still asleep, the moonlight illuminating her form.
He didn’t dare to cast a mage light, she had proven before that she was sensitive enough to notice, even when asleep and it was enough that he was awake. And the moon was bright enough anyway.
He watched her for a bit, before he carefully reached out and grabed her hand. Both of them didn’t sleep well too close to each other. As nice as the feeling was, it felt restrictive to sleep like that. Trapped.
It was enough if the other one was there when they woke up, not that they slept together often. The king just wasn’t sure how to find a chaperon that could keep a good eye on them, regarding how both of them could magically change places.
Closing his eyes again, he concentrated on listening to her breaths and the fingers around his, he drifted off back to sleep. Even so, he was sure that her grip tightened at some point.
Maybe some Myth x Lucette angst? "092. Die for you"?
092 - Die for you
'I would die for you.' Why was that sentence deemed so romantic, used as a declaration of love, when the reality about it was so terrifying?
Myth had never said these words, never indicated anything in that direction. They both hadn't known, what exactly was going on between them. Unsure, how to define it, fearing how pushing it further may change it into something suffocating.
She had never said these words either.
But during that one moment were Alcaster had managed to break free from the fight where Karma and Fritz were trying to subdue him, set in his decision to make the reason for his coup failing disappear-!
Lucette had only noticed what happened when the blood was already soaking through her clothes and Waltz was pulling her away so Rumpel could go about his work.
And now, she was damned to wait, listening to weak breaths, hoping he would wake again and not just stop breathing at some point.
More Myth x Lucette? "053. Keeping a Secret" Your writing and this ship is just *squee*!!!!
053 - Keeping a Secret
Keeping a secret was easy, if there was no one to share it with. Myth had always made sure that his secrets were all his own. No witnesses to his magic. No one seeing through his glamour.
But this, this was a different kind of secret. A delicate game of hide and seek, right under the nose of the Lucis bearer, the traitor, the king and Alcaster.
Not that he was much better than the traitor now. And even for the same reason.
He had never been so relieved to have been able to convince the princess to keep quiet about his magic (he had needed to show her the Crystallum for that) than when she had revealed herself to him, through the glamour the fairy bearer had cast.
The in a maid outfit was scandalous. And amusing. Not that he would ever admit that to her face. Just because she was much more stable about her favour than her mother didn't mean he needed to risk her goodwill.
And she was letting him close enough, to run his fingers through her hair, trusting him to keep Alcaster in check and Varg on a leash. She hadn't been happy about the curse, but it was better than letting the knight disappear, just because Alcaster was an idiot.
And they even had a good alibi already thought up for him as well. The king was letting of regular rants about witches after all. The late queen was visibly enclosed in the crystal and the fairy leader may not want to keep that a secret and they didn't need to lead revenge seekers straight to the Tenebrarum.
Only revealing his identity just before the birthday would be much safer than giving stupid humans a chance to damage the crystal in panic at seeing Hildyr.
A pity that most of these secrets would come out soon.
If you're still taking Dabble Requests maybe "014. Smile" for Myth x Lucette? (I ship it so hard. I have no idea. I'm sorry.)
Nothing to be sorry about.^^If you like the pairing, you may wanna check out my fanfic Bloodlines over at Ao3. It has a slow start, but builds up to that pairing.
014 - Smile
There was a smile on her face. It was strange to think that it was directed at him. For him. Caused by him. He couldn’t remember how it started exactly, a random spontaneous act on his part. A slight against the king, who had just ended another rant against witches.
And somehow it had ended with him gaining something for himself, not a whim of his Queen, but a decision of the princess by herself. She had been angry, when he had told her truth behind locked doors, but he had weathered her anger, her fury and in the end it had softened into something else, built on stable foundations instead of a card house to crumble down as soon as another person folded and told her the truth.
She was his, as he was hers. More hers than his. The truth about him was more disastrous than the truth about her, which wad widely known.
And as long as no one told her the truth, she wouldn’t bother thinking about telling them the truth about him. And until then, her affections and smiles, small as they were -but genuine, how did he deserve this?- were all his.
71 - Obsession :)
071 - Obsession
The crystal was slightly glowing, just like always. His queen was safely enclosed, sleeping like she had for the last months. Months he had spent busy to assure the success of the task she had given him
There was no way, he was going to fail. Failure wasn’t tolerated. He was the only apprentice now. The loyal one. He would work on freeing her and succed and she would praise him, acknowledge that he was the better student.
His loyalty would be rewarded. Him fulfilling his task would be reward. These rewards was all he wanted. Only serving his Queen was important.
71! (and with our dear Lucy if you would)
71 - Obession
Sometimes Myth couldn’t resist looking at the princess, like he looked at the portrait of his queen.
Imagening her looking at him and him alone.
She looked so much like her mother as well, the same hair, regal composure and a grace befitting her standing.
And utterly beautiful as well.
Myth knew better than imagening any kind of relationship with his queen. She was his teacher, his mentor, his savior as well. But she was also married -if only to gain access to the royal resources- and didn’t bother with any kind of familial relationships outside her daughter.
A daughter who was slowly maturing into something looking enough like her mother that it was easy to not feel the disgust for her, he had initially felt upon learning of her contact with Waltz and still different enough that he was very aware that she wasn’t his queen.
But she would be a queen at one point as well…
Myth was hoping she would be his by then, an allowance from her and a reward from his queen at the same time.
He hoped his queen would allow that…
117? ;)
117 - Chains
Sometimes Myth wondered what would have been, if his promise to his queen hadn’t chained him to the palace after she had entered the Crystallum. No physical chains, just himself and his wants, wishes and hopes, but still chains, binding him to this place he hated, now that there were humans freely walking around here.
He wasn’t sure if he would have preferred physical chains. It would have made it easier to resist sending curses at these useless beings badmouthing his queen.
At least they did so quiety, less the princess overhear them.
The crown princess was also a chain in a way. He was bound to her immediate surroundings and needed her close for her eighteenth birthday, so she could free her mother.
So many bindings...
He was eagerly awaiting the time, he could slip them.
099?
099 - Solitude
Myth reveledin being alone after a long day of play-pretend to be someone else. Someone,who didn't appreciate what his Queen had done. Someone with no connection toher.
The solitudewas calming, relaxing even. No need to keep his feelings from his face, no needto keep the glamour as strong. No need for the mask.
He knew howlong he would need to hold out. The princess birthday was arriving and passingand the next one was going to happen one year after that. But still not the onehe wanted. He needed her eighteenth one.
Until thenhe couldn't slip up, not even in front of Alcaster, who only knew he was a witchand not as fond of the king as he pretended.
Solitude wasthe only safe state, a state of no one being around. No danger being present.No one he needed to wear the mask for.
111!!
111 - Coward
Myth was very sure that most of the knights and other people obsessed with waving swords around would call him a coward. But there was simply no reason he could think off to knowingly put himself into harms way! And why should he enter a fight he knew wouldn't end well for him? That was simply being stupid.
Running from danger you couldn't fight was a viable strategy to prolong your own life, it had already worked during the witch hunts after all. And even kept him saver than hoping that these stupid humans would simply leave him alone, just because he really wished they would.
Running and hiding was a strategy, he could live with, as long as he came out on top in the long run. Sure, some people may call him a coward, but at least he was an alive one.
what about 060?
060 - Rejection
Rejection was a matter of attachment. If you weren’t attached to someone, the rejection didn’t matter. Which was also why Myth didn’t bother getting attached to anyone while hiding under a glamour.
The only on, whose rejection mattered, was his queen. But she would have no reason to reject him as her student, now that Waltz was a traitor. He would be the one, who ensured her return, the loyal apprentice. The one that stayed, even if leaving would have been easy with no one knowing he survived.
Rejection happened, if the other party found a reason to not want you around. He would make sure there would be no reason for his queen to sent him away.
40? hehe thanks
040 - Blackand Blue
Myth couldn’tunderstand the knights’ enthusiasm to whack things with swords. It was just aformalization of punching each other black and blue during a brawl. Not that heapproved of these tendencies either. He understood goading someone into a fightto get an advantage -had done it himself once during the hunts to lure a hunterinto a trap and securing his own survival.
But whyexactly did the average men think that getting into a brawl and punching eachother’s teeth out was something to brag about. He preferred moving in theshadows, out of harms’ way, where no brute could just barge in to throw fists aroundto make his opinion known. Or on a misguided search for glory, thinking that itwas going to impress some girl.
He reallyhadn’t the time to deal with people like that. That was Alcaster’s domain. Hewas busy enough with magical training in between his duties as advisor andhandling politics. If he added physical training on the whole pile of work, hecould just scratch sleep completely of his schedule.
And he wasbetter off not in pain from getting beaten black and blue anyway.
34?
034 - Mechanical
Over theyears the action of renewing the glamour on himself had become an automated actionof his body he didn't even need to pay attention to. He could do it halfasleep. Had done so multiple times already. It had become a mechanical actionto him, when it had started out as a must to stay hidden.
Now it wassimply a mechanical action of him, build into a routine. Just like sitting downon the desk in his office and stamping and/or signing papers.
Time wasgnawing at him, at his mind, lulling him into a sense of secureness. But asmechanical as it was to him, as ingrained as the action was, it didn't meanthat it would work forever. He was a witch and the princess was going toinherit the Tenebrarum. And then it would only be a matter of time until shenoticed the witch in the palace.
The routinewas safe, but only for the moment. Working like a machine was only useful whenthe setting stayed the same.
He simplyneeded to make sure that the situation was in his favor when the machine becameuseless.
no. 70 (wanton) and make it sexy ;)
Alright, my first try on a NSFW work.I hope it doesn’t disapoint.(and was surprisngly difficult to figure out.I am open for complains and critics.)
NSFW
NSFW
070 -Wanton
Most of thetime Myth restrained himself. His mission was important, going above every privateneed and needed his uttermost attention. There was no time to build up andharvest a relationship and to enjoy the fruits of it.
Andeverything was much more uncomplicated, if it got bought down to a simplebusiness deal.
There werealways some women in a big city -and this was the capital! -that were makingtheir money by offering specific services.
And usingthese services tended to be also much easier, if he got tired of a specific woman.Or wanted more than one. And every single one had areas they exceeded in, to becalled on depending on what was wanted. And the tendency to always pay for servicesrendered gave him a good reputation among these girls.
Christinewas for quick meetings, slipping in and out of buildings and to offer her warmbody and soft lips in the short breaks between lunch and starting up with workagain.
Alessa wasperfect for longer meetings with long, wavy black hair and deep blue eyes,moaning shamelessly under him in the bed of his private room in the palace (whichwas the only bedroom he had ever invited a woman into for safety reasons) whileshielded of by a silencing spell.
Catherinewas someone who was visited instead of called. With Auburn hair and dark brown eyes,she tended to add massages to the service for the right price and loyalcustomers after the deed was done.
And then therewere always the odd ones in between, he didn't bother remembering, with hot skinpressed against him, teeth nipping his skin and sweet pleasure and the grantedrelief from buildup stress. And generally, both parties tended to part satisfied.And how many he was calling on exactly… well, that was alone his own business.
019 - Snow
Myth had a split opinion on snow. Yes, it was pretty and shiny and watching it fall had something serene to it. Something calming.
But that was only the case when you had the possibility of warming up somewhere, of changing into dry clothes and having a safe place to sleep.
Before the queen had taken him, Myth had dreaded the arrival of the snow. It was a sign of the cold weather to come, of snow sticking to fabric and melting, turning warming clothes cold and wet, needing ore layers to stay warm and some of the hiding places tuning uninhabitable.
Years later, clothed in thick coats or behind windows with a fireplace warming the room, Myth watched the snow with indifference. It was there, it would go away. The only danger it brought him now was hiding slippery ice patches, blocking paths or someone daring to throw snowballs at him.
051 - Games
For some reason people were always set to compare people in their plans to chess pawns. Myth knew that kind of thinking -had followed it at some point- but had in the end abandoned it. Real life situations were way more complicated than games.
More important as well and way harder to control. You couldn’t just restart, put pawns back on the board or undo a turn. The rules changed as the persons involved changed. Left the pattern, joined it, changed their views or what they wanted.
Chess didn’t fit it. Chess had only two players controlling a set of figurines without a free will, following an unchanging set of rules. Real life was… variable. Even know there were at least four sites to the situation. Whoever had the princess, the king and his loyal followers, Alcaster and his coup, himself and his allegiance to the late queen and maybe even the Lucis bearer and her allies. And there was also the unpredictability of people meeting at random and forming alliances.
No, these things really weren’t like common games. It didn’t even exist a clear win or lose. There was still the possibility of things turning south and him being able to slip away unfollowed, like after the rebellion. Not losing, but not winning either. The chance for another try.
He would see what the future would bring.
021 - Anomaly
The most difficult things to plan for, Myth knew, were anomalies. Especially persistent ones. There were anomalies in strength -Waltz and he- and in sheer stubbornness -Delora- who was despite everything more of a problem than Waltz in some way, due to her closeness to the Lucis bearer.
Myth himself was also an anomaly the opposition wouldn't be expecting. For one, he was supposed to be dead. For another, he had -for now- Alcaster as his ally.
Fritz was an anomaly as well, his willingness to spend time with the princess going past the normal sense of duty.
So many anomalies he needed to keep track of and adapt his plans to...
It would be worth it, in the end.
108 - Moonlight
The moonlight remembered Myth of the Crystallum temporarily under his care. It was silverfish white, not blinding and -like the Crystallum at the moment- only shining in the dark.
And just like the moon was mirrored by the sun with its warm golden light, the Tenebrarum was mirrored by the Lucis, radiating warmth were the witch crystal was always emitting cold.
Myth could still remember the fight between the bearers back then (an occasion where he hadn’t tried his luck and got away to a safe distance to not become collateral damage), as both temperatures had dipped into the uncomfortable to deadly extreme and clashed, the golden glow almost racing after him, as he had lunged around a corner.
It had been a good decision, for he had needed to get his queen to safety soon after.
This whole incident was also the reason why he preferred the moonlight over the sunlight. It was much easier to enjoy the light with the colour that hadn’t almost burned him out of his life back then. Even if the other party thought so.
039 - Dreams
Dreams were an odd thing. Myth knew that. Just as he knew their unreliability.
They were things that had been, may have been and could be. Good and bad.
Myth liked to think that his wishes shown during pleasant dreams would come true. Just as he wished that the bad things would disappear from the surface of the world and take their pyres, gallows, blades and blunt weapons with them together with the screams and phantom smell of blood, sometimes creeping out of his nightmares into his awakened state.
Even if he wished for good things for himself, he wasn’t sure that he wanted them, if he would ever need to relive these kinds of dreams for it.
These could stay dreams and never come back to reality.
57 pls
And here is it. ^^
057 - Sacrifice
Somesacrifices were necessary. Myth knew that. Prepared for that, even. But it wasstill a pity that with the traitor’s involvement the princess was useless forhis plans. It would need threats instead of negotiation, now, to free thequeen.
Alcasterhad been a sacrifice from the beginning, the man way too greedy to accept his placewasn’t on the throne. Fritz was way too… genuine with his loyalty to duty and crownto accept the princess being sacrificed. But then Myth didn’t even know, whatthe queen would do with her child in the end.
The kingwas a readily sacrificed pawn in his game. Too idealistic. Too stubborn to justlay down after tasting the freedom the queen’s absence offered him.
What Mythhadn’t expected was the readiness with which the queen sacrificed him.
15?
And here is another one.
015 - Emotionless
Beingemotionless would have been a blessing. It would make the whole thing so much easier!
But Mythwasn’t able to just kill off his emotions, his wants or his wishes. And so, hespent every single day since the rebellion seething on the inside, snarling atpeople celebrating about the queen’s death and cursing the traitor and the damnedfairy with every insult he could think off.
And laterfought back the desperation and depression pushing down at him, when he lookedat the sleeping face of his teacher. He couldn’t fail. He wouldn’t fail. But the fear of failure was gnawing at him, day andnight, every second he spent in his disguise.
Fear ate athim, anger boiled inside him, fury seemed to cloud his thoughts when his mindslipped away.
Being ridof these pesky feelings wasn’t possible. But it made the future of his queenreturning look so much sweeter, that it may even be worth it.
010? Honestly I can’t choose, I love them all
And here is it. ^__^
010. Breathe Again
Being ableto breath normally again… nice. Myth could still recall the feeling of wantingto breath, trying to breath, but beingunable to, restricted by ropes too tight, cutting into the skin of his throatand almost completely blocking his airpipe.
Stupid Hunters.Stupid humans! They should all justgo and die!
The boyglanced down, checking the surroundings. The forest was empty and quiet. Climbingup here had been difficult, still dizzy from the long lack of air, but it hadbeen worth it. People rarely looked up, even when looking for someone. Andthere were no fruit trees anywhere near where he was, so there wasn’t even areason why someone would be looking up in this area anyway.
Jumpingback to the ground, the boy started moving away from the settlement. Now thathe was outed as a witch in this area as well, it was better to get the hell outof the area, before they decided to pick the search up again. He would need tojump a few settlements, to make sure, no one recognized him, but that wasn’tthe first time and he had enough experience with that already.
Keeping an eyeout, he pondered why so many deaths the humans inflicted on them had to do withbreathing. Gallows, if used wrongly, choked you. The fires may choke you beforethe burns kill you. Sometimes they drowned the witches, nothing to clean upwith them being dust and no wasting of resources either.
Maybe theydid that, because there wasn’t any blood to cause a mess then. Shrugging, he madesure to keep a steady pace. No reason to let these bastards catch him again. Hehad gotten lucky this time. He couldn’t count on always being able to take abreath again in the morning air of the day after the one when he got caught.
Well, my ask box is empty. So it was the random number generator for today.
011 - Memory
Memories were a tricky thing. Myth knew that and tried -sometimes desperately- to not get lost in them, while trying to imprint even the slightest detail into his mind, to not let them fade into obscurity.
It didn’t always work.
There were things he remembered, he didn’t want to know-
-firesflaringScreamsSmokeOhGodwhycouldn’ttheystop!-
-and things he had tried to cling to, but had still faded away into nothing-
-warmth to snuggle up against, a familiar smell, buthecouldn’trememberherfaceanymore!Why?-
-and no matter what, he couldn’t reverse time to refresh memories or make others to have never happened.
He missed things. He hated thing. He treasured things lost and hated what remained. But it wasn’t as if he could change what happened to give him these memories. At least some things were better of as memories. He could only hope that they would fade enough to stop giving him nightmares at some point.
can we have 028?
Enjoy. ^__^
028 - Anguish
The worldwas unfair. Myth had known that since the Hunts. This was simply the worldtaking it a bit further.
How couldthe traitor dare?!
As it was,there was nothing, Myth could do. Nothing outside of staring at the crystal encasedform. Wondering about her status was maddening. Was she sleeping? Aware of hersurroundings, unable to move or make herself known? Was she in pain? Did sheeven notice that time passed?
Having theonly person willing to support him was maddening!He still could remember her last words, promising sweet rewards for hisloyalty, but until then-
The fear of being found. The traitor returning,finding the cure to his curse. The traitor finding him, killing him for realthis time.
The pain uponlosing to him during the rebellion had been real, physical. Knowing that he couldstill turn back up while he was bound protecting the queen-!
It gnawed athim. Kept him awake. And while the wounds healed, there was still the dangerand the worry and nothing he could do outside of waiting and preparation.
It drovehim mad. But there was nothing he could do to stop this anguish.
What about 005?
You shall receive!
005 - Seeking Solace
Memoriesand dreams were the only solace Myth still had. His queen was encased incrystal. He was hiding who he was, unable to trust anyone and not able to moveanywhere, where hiding would be unnecessary.
He didn’twant to hide, to play loyal pawn to the king, who was undoing his queen’s work!He wanted-!
If he wascompletely truthful, he wanted his life back from before the Hunts. Being ableto hug his mother for reassurance and his father there to chase imaginarymonsters away. Seeking solace in the warmth and protection only his parents couldoffer him until they had gone up in flames together with everything else.
And whilethe queen had taken him in, she wasn’t someone to coddle her apprentices. Shewas no one to offer reassurance. Not to him, who wasn’t her child. She was noone to went to, to seek solace. She was a beacon, shining bright, but too coldto offer comfort or warmth. The only safety it offered was the light illuminatingyour surroundings.
But Mythmissed the warmth, missed the safety and having a place to belong. As it was,he needed to seek solace in his memories and dreams.
Oh! Can we have one for 047, please?
And one small thing done. ^___^
047 - Homonculi
There were tales,even for magic users, just not Fairytales. Just tales of dreams, of powersunreachable, of magic unattached to a Crystallum. Sometimes, in a lull of workMyth looked for them. Most of them were so over the top that it was ridiculous,others were simply tales of worlds that never were and never would be, of deedsdone that were impossible to ever happen.
Butsometimes it was a good inspiration. One of the topics being especially interestingwas Alchemy.
Creating gold,creating immortality, creating homunculi - artificial life. While every single oneof these points was ridiculous, it was still the perfect inspiration, for whatto do about dear Fritzgerald’s (foreseeable) refusal to help them.
Varg, wasn’ta homunculus. He wasn’t created from nothing; his base was what the knightrepressed, based on the knight himself, filled into the same body. And whilegetting rid of Fritz wouldn’t be fast, it would be steady, a slow replacementby something that normally wouldn’t come exist, tailored to their needs.