It Would BeIt would be quick. It would be easy. It wouldn't be painless, but in the end it would be worth that pain. Teal eyes stared down at shaking hands. Hands shouldn't shake for a task like this. It would make this worse. He had been considering it for hours, days, months, years now. His hand was still shaking. Every time the thoughts came to him he shook. He shouldn't be shaking for a task like this.
The thought was an easy enough thought to come by. Alistair had decided that everyone probably had thoughts like these at one point in there life. Maybe some people, some people like him, had thoughts like these constantly. There was no way there was anyone who didn't at least consider this for a second before thinking, "This is foolish, why would I think anything like this?" and then move on. Alistair was not the type to let go of a thought like
She Was LovelyDinner with guests was always a tricky affair to navigate. The guests were sat nearest to each other, to promote pleasant conversation, while friends and family were sat far from each other on opposite ends of the table. While Zephyr was perfectly aware of how these customs came into being, he didn't exactly like them. Zephyr was in a rare, uncomfortable, position within his own palace.She Was Lovely3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting next to him tonight was the eccentrically unique young King of a place with a very long name. The word sounded like some Rakselou gibberish, something the shapeshifters would say to make it difficult for humans and ferals to understand what they were saying. Thankfully, King Noreat translated his own words and explained that he was from the "Mountainous Lands". Zephyr was unaware such a place existed. He was also unaware that men could look so much like women up until recently.
King Zephyr sighed under his bre
How The Universe WorksAt this point, not much surprised Cian. Every planet seemed to be the same; all the people were the same, and the way their histories played out in the grand scheme of time were all the same. Take this world in front of him right now. It was populated by a race of bird-humanoids that worshipped the weather. They were in their infant stages of knowledge, worshiping rather than understanding. They were split into tribes, some friendly with each other, some decidedly not. The people were doomed to fail and fall into war, some tribes would die, or perhaps the whole world would. If they didn't, life continued and perhaps there would be a renaissance or enlightenment. If they all died then he could come back in another thousand years and see the new life emerging, only to fall into the same trap its ancestors had.How The Universe Works2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lovely world, Sesmia is," said a voice behind him.
Chills ran up Cian's spine and he jerked
A Bowl of WaterBa-dup, ba-dup, ba-dup.A Bowl of Water3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What time was it?
Ba-dup, ba-dup, ba-dup.
Nice rhythm. Almost like a drum, but softer.
Ba-dup, ba-dup, ba-dup.
It couldn't be morning, not yet. It still had to be night. He still wanted to sleep.
Ba-dup, ba-dup, ba-dup.
Almost a lullaby, this sound was lovely to listen to. But the lullaby wasn't lulling Noreat back to sleep, it was gently easing him to consciousness. The young King didn't want to get up yet. He was too comfortable. This bed was so nice and warm, he felt secure and tranquil here.
Ba-dup, ba-dup, ba-dup.
Noreat mumbled to himself. Just a few more minutes, pretty please lullaby?
Ba-dup, ba-dup, ba-dup.
Apparently a few more minutes were simply out of the question. Reluctantly, Noreat opened his eyes.
Ba-dup, ba-dup, ba-dup.
When was the last time he listened to someone's heartbeat? Had he eve
An ApologyKing Noreat paced his room in the guest mansion. Everything he had been working for was crumbling in his hands, and he no idea how to fix it! He should have expected Zephyr to be protective of his only heir, but that girl, she knew all the right ways to get under Noreat's skin. If it were up to him, she would have been locked away in a dungeon far underground where not even the worms would hear her screams! But now was not the time to fantasize about getting rid of Princess Iridesia. Right now he had to focus on how to get his Zephyr back. Wait, did he just think of Zephyr as uniquely his? Never mind. Moving on, he did not work for a week straight to win the old King over just to lose him over something as trivial as that last argument.An Apology3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The only question was how was he going to win the old King over? He could go and apologize, assuming that Zephyr would have an audience with him, b
Stupidly Excited"Where are we going now?" Cian asked as he and Mercutio stepped out into space.Stupidly Excited1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His friend shrugged slightly, brushing a hand through his chestnut colored hair. Mercutio seemed rather smiley, but uncharacteristically quiet since their hysteria over the fish bubbles. Neither was going to mention the one they had in tow with them. It was a larger bubble, with a spiky blue fish and school of purple fish swimming around it. The fish were unfazed by their change in location and simply swam. Neither was sure what they were going to do with their bubble of fish, but they were going to keep it and that was that.
"I've not made a decision yet," Mercutio admitted. "Was there somewhere specific you wanted to go?"
"Of course not."
"Don't start," Cian frowned as he pointed an accusing finger at Mercutio. "I just crossed the universe for you. The least you could do is give me some credit."
Mercutio couldn't help but smirk at h
When Stars CryKing Noreat stood in front of the mirror in his room adjusting his clothing. He wasn't quite sure what would be too much and what would be too little for this date, since there was no other word. Zephyr had requested he wear something plain and little jewelry, which seemed like a rather odd request to Noreat. Why would attire matter? But still, he would oblige his new pet. He was just having a few difficulties dressing down, and picking what looked best. Why was he feeling so anxious about this? He and Zephyr were just going to go into the garden tonight, to see some birds or bugs or maybe some special specie of aecros, but this wasn't anything to get so nervous about! Besides, afterwards they would drag just the other to either of their rooms and clothing would no longer be an issue. Yet the butterflies still fluttered in the young King's stomach, a feeling that was alien to him, anWhen Stars Cry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't Push MeUncomfortable, that was the only word for it. Noreat was so dreadfully uncomfortable he was about to go insane. No position on his bed would do, and he couldn't calm down for more than a few seconds in order to allow for some semblance of sleep. There was nothing wrong with this bed. It had been perfectly fine days ago! And yet he could not get comfortable on it no matter what. He tried lying on his back, but he kept staring at the ceiling, on his side he stared out the window, on his other side he glared at the door, and on his stomach he stared down his pillow as if it had done something despicable. He tried curling into a ball, but that didn't work, he tried lying flat, but then he felt odd. At one point he tried to hug a pillow into his chest, but it wasn't right. It was too soft, too squishy, and hardly warm. It wasn't what he needed. It wasn'tDon't Push Me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What Were You Expecting?Maybe starting with the gryphon's bane today was a bad decision. Even after all this time, Zephyr never knew if it was wiser to drink the gryphon's bane first or to save it for last. No matter when he drank it, the drink always made him feel sick for a short while, and sometimes he couldn't keep down his scant rations after drinking it. So today (tonight?) he had made the executive decision to drink the gryphon's bane before touching anything else. Now the dethroned King found himself curled up in his corner, cursing under his breath as his stomach twisted and stubbornly tried not to digest the gryphon's bane. Gods above when would this be over? How much longer would Seriyaru need Geofek? Zephyr must be becoming less and less useful. He just wanted this all to stop. He would gladly welcome death with open arms if it meant he didn't have to live in Ulri'nocht and drink gryphon's bane everyWhat Were You Expecting?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Men Like YouTwo months had passed since Noreat left and Zephyr was slowly starting to go mad with want for his young lover. While the Kings had been exchanging letters for the last two months, that only equated to four letters for each man. No matter how many times Zephyr reread them he still felt so far away from Noreat But thankfully Zephyr would not have to wait much longer to see Noreat. He had good news for his love: Aishal was now Geofek's, and the war was effectively over. Yman hadn't tried to defend the territory and left it to Geofeka rather generous offer from the Queen of Yman.Men Like You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was long past dinner at this point, and Zephyr was sitting in his rooms in his night-garments working on a letter for Noreat. He rather liked writing at night. It was calmer with the moons up and easier for him to think with a glass of wine in hand and the fire crackling beside him. At this hour no one would dar
Doesn't It Bother You?"That was marvelous!" Mercutio said, laughing as he and Cian appeared in space.Doesn't It Bother You?2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He hadn't had such a rush of adrenaline in such a long time! It was wonderful to feel alive, truly living, again! After existing for so long Mercutio had a hard time differentiating life from death. He knew he wasn't dead, but sometimes when nothing happened for so long, he began to wonder
"All of the dancing and singing! Stars if I could sing like that," laughed the jovial space elf.
If Mercutio could sing like the Av'ikir (fun fact: he could, he just didn't) he would fill all of space with their songs. The silence, while nice, was too much sometimes. There was no sound, no music, no crunching of dirt or leaves or twigs out in space. Simply silence.
"I have been wandering the galaxy for a while now and completely forgot how much I enjoyed the Av'ikir! I should make a note to"
"You lied to m
Leap Without Looking"So," Mercutio said with a smile too wide for his face, "since you are staying with me, where shall we visit first?"Leap Without Looking2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something in Cian made him wonder why he just agreed to spend more time with this man. Mercutio, at best, was an unknown party. Cian knew him as another Eternal, one who had possibly more than one name, and a personality that was more complicated than it appeared. But he looked so terrified of being alone again. The expression of sheer panic and terror that Mercutio couldn't have controlled had been enough to change Cian's mind. Since when had he been so easily swayed? That incident with Chara had been a fluke. He wasn't a man who changed his mind like that. And yet
Cian sighed, "You said you had been traveling around this galaxy," he murmured. "Where did you still want to visit?"
"There are a number of mountain and garden worlds that I was looking at but h
Respect"Not in front of the men," Zephyr murmured as Noreat kissed him again.Respect11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The younger king frowned as Zephyr pulled away. Curse the man's annoying height. In some cases it was quite fun, in others it was maddening. Of course Noreat could pull him back down, but Zephyr was strong again. He could resist with ease.
"And why not in front of them?" Noreat waved a hand dismissively at the knights who kept watching.
"Right now is not the right time."
"Oh? And what is the right time?" Frowned the younger king.
The older man sighed lightly while side eyeing the army that Noreat had given him. Zephyr adjusted quickly to being General of Dwal's army, and the men adjusted quickly to having to listen to a foreigner's direction. It also helped that at any time Zephyr could either: (a) knock them to the ground with a gale of wind or (b), the far more interesting choice, he could create a vacuum around them and starve them of air for any length of time. Usually he didn't kill the men, bu
Summer's Day FestivalDamien saw Iridesia walking up the white stone path to the guest mansion. He hadn't particularly been waiting for her, but he was happy to see the Princess anyways. She had the capacity to be quite gentle and kind. Though her voice felt as if it were dipped in venom when King Noreat was brought up. She was not fond of the young King, and Damien wasn't sure as to why. The King had been on his best behavior on this trip so far, so she had nothing to be so upset about. Perhaps she would tell him, perhaps she wouldn't, either way she was a few feet away from him now and he should greet her.Summer's Day Festival3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good morning Princess," the magician bowed slightly.
Iridesia had a sweet smile on her full lips today. Instead of a dark red gown or her feathered cape she had a flowing yellow dress with green trim and a white sash across her hips. It was a very pretty dress. Her blond hair had been pulled back into thr
Stay Away From My FatherAnother grueling day was finally over. Advisors, emissaries, runners, messengers, and everything in between had bombarded Zephyr all day. The sun was setting and his head was splitting. When he had spied the bright yellow sun slipping towards the horizon he cleared out all of his royal helpers. The King dragged himself to his room, sank into his chair and leaned against a heavy oak desk. He pressed his thumbs into his temples and tried to push the throbbing ache in his head out.Stay Away From My Father3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You are going to dig holes in your head," a familiar voice whispered in his ear.
Mayanna's slender, warm fingers took Zephyr's hands and gently coaxed them away from his head. He would hardly resist, and let his hands fall into his lap. Those gentle fingers made their way up the sides of his face and started to massage temples. Zephyr relaxed and leaned his head against her body behind him. She was always so gent
GiovanniNothing was the same, and that was the problem. Stability was something Cian liked, that was why he had come to the conclusion that the universe was all a pattern. Patterns made sense, and once Cian learned that pattern he could be comfortable. But now the pattern had shifted, it wasn't something Cian recognized, and that was causing tension.Giovanni1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the last month or so Cian had grown so used to the man he had met that this change was straining their relationship. MercuGiovanni acted the same as his previous reincarnation, but not exactly. The little things were what separated Giovanni from Mercutio, and the fact that Cian could pinpoint those differences was something he would think about at a later time. Right now all he knew was that those little differences were starting to drive him up the wall.
Giovanni hummed. Constantly. Whenever he was awakewhich was all the time.
Complaining"So what does Twin's Nights entail?" Cian asked as he and Mercutio followed behind Damien.Complaining11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The lanky boy shrugged, pushing some messy white locks from his face. Cian couldn't help but notice the way that the boy walked. Damien moved like an animal, not like a human. Light footsteps that were careful, his toes always spread as if they were paws with pads. He also seemed to be haunched, as if he were expecting things to jump at him and he needed to be able to fall on all fours to escape. Stretching his senses Cian could feel people in the area, nothing that terribly dangerous. Not yet at least.
"Twin's Nights is a lot of singing and dancing. People drink and eat a lot. Lots of pickpockets too," Damien looked back at them. "You don't have anything expensive, right?"
"No I don't think so," Cian shook his head.
"What about that," he pointed at Mercutio's anklet.
"I doubt a thief would be able to get this off me," Mercutio smiled.
Give Him A ReasonThe next morning came far too soon for Zephyr. He could have sworn that he had just shut his eyes when sunlight's spindly yellow fingers crept into his bedroom and bothered him into consciousness. Groaning defiantly, he turned onto his side in an attempt to hide from the intruding light. Noreat made a grumbling noise and curled up in Zephyr's chest. The two had been tangled in each other's embrace all night. Zephyr couldn't imagine a more comfortable position to sleep in.Give Him A Reason3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unfortunately, no matter how comfortable and warm he was, his mind was awake, which meant his body would have to follow soon. While he didn't want to get up yet, some niggling thought kept bothering him. Something important was supposed to happen today, but he wasn't quite sure what. It wasn't his nor Iridesia's birthday, Summer's Day had already passed what was bothering him? He tried to shut his mind off to allow
SwordplayKing Noreat was wandering down the hallways of Des'Tailer Palace, looking for King Zephyr. He was hoping to request an outing to the stables with the older King for two reasons. One, was that those gryphons were amazing creatures and he wanted to know if one could fly them. And two, in the stables the two kings had been more alone than ever. Noreat wanted Zephyr, but within palace walls it was hard to get a moment alone with the man. The stables were secluded, and gryphons couldn't talk (apparently), so they wouldn't be able to tell anyone of anything that transpired around them. But the old King was nowhere to be found within the palace walls. It was a bit distressing to Noreat, since he was quite interested in the older King and how dare he not be around when Noreat wanted to grace his life with his excellent company?Swordplay3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After wandering the seemingly endless and lifeless halls of the palace, Noreat found himsel
How Dare YouNoreat didn't think much of Zephyr sending him away earlier this night. The gryphon King obviously had his own business to attend to. The young man could spend one night by himself. Even if he had a hard time falling asleep, and even if he was unusually cold he was fine. Zephyr was still under his spell, he didn't have to worry. Who said he was worrying? No one was worrying, not him. Noreat had never pursued a fellow royal before, there were bound to be off nights and days.How Dare You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And yet, something was bothering Noreat. He couldn't fall asleep tonight. There was an unsettling niggling sensation in his stomach that kept him from getting to sleep. Why was it so hard for him to fall asleep tonight? He must have ate something odd. Maybe it was the foreign spices used in the Georn food. Yes, that was it, the spices weren't mixing well with him. &
Small MiraclesIt was funny how dinner with Noreat had transformed from an affair that Zephyr wanted to rush through because he was uncomfortable around Noreat to an affair that he wanted to rush through so he could have Noreat to himself, in his arms, all night, in just the span of two weeks. The older King was rather thankful for the old seating arrangement traditions, since it kept his paramour close to him while his daughter sat on the other side of the room and seethed. Iridesia had elected to force Zephyr to endure her silent treatment and the girl had not talked to him for the last day or so. The old man was no stranger to his daughter's silent punishment at this point. Once, when she was particularly upset with him for something too trivial for him to remember, she didn't speak to him for almost four days. While it was vexing and it nearly tore Mayanna apart, Zephyr had markedly less headaches those four days.Small Miracles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But now was not the time to
A Revolving DoorTo be honest, this wasn't a technique or ability Cian had really used, at least not in the last millennia or so of his life. Looking for someone, anyone was something he had never done, and now he was trying to find one out of an infinite number of people in the known (to him) universe. The idea was daunting, but as he shut his eyes and blocked out the world of Sesmia, the smell of the muddy air, the heat and humidity that would have strangled him, Cian found this to be almost peaceful. There was something natural about the feeling of blocking out everything, reaching out with only abilities, and moving his essence through space. Bodies were such limiting things, but Cian's power, his being, all of that was so much stronger.A Revolving Door1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On any other given day Cian would have described space as empty, cold, silent, and nothingness. Yet, as he strode it like this, it was almost colorful. He could feel all of the life withi
That's It?Twin’s Night couldn’t last forever, and it seemed as though that the Eternals had just come to Entity when the festivities were ending. Mercutio and Cian spent a great deal of their time with Kester and Damien. They seemed like genuinely good people, even if Damien had a hard time accepting that fact. As the festival was ending the two Eternals were beginning to fee as though they were over-staying their welcome. Not that they thought that the people of this town would run them out, but the gentle air of the town was waning, and they knew that they would stick out more with the holiday drawing to a close.That's It?9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“You never taught me your trick,” Damien frowned as he led the two out of town.
“It would be very difficult to teach you,” Mercutio said with a little smile.
“I can learn fast,” Damien argued, crimson eyes glaring up at him.
“I never said you couldn’t learn,” even though Mercutio got the f
Marvelous Creatures"I don't like them," Iridesia complained, bursting into Zephyr's office.Marvelous Creatures3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zephyr had expected her to come barging in earlier, she was running behind. The King looked to the three advisers crowding him. They had been trying to persuade the old King to talk more to Noreat about his curious magician and even curiouser magic.
"Matta, matta," leave, leave, he instructed.
The advisers were somewhat reluctant to leave the room. Like any good gossiper, they wanted to sit and listen in one whatever the Princess's grievances were. Zephyr was not in the mood for their shenanigans and waved his hand towards the door.
"Matta shisk," Leave, now.
They scattered like chickens afraid of a fox waiting outside the coop. Once they were gone Iridesia planted herself firmly in the chair across from her father. This was going to be a long and less than enjoyable conversation from that determined scowl on her face. She l
DefensibleThe corner is defensible. Two strong walls, one touches his shoulder, the other supports his back. He can watch the room from this corner. He can see the door when it opens, and see the light as it pours into the room. It shows him the same walls he's grown used to these last months. Dark brown and orange earth, a lantern hanging from the ceiling (it is usually unlit) and the black iron bars of his cell that keep him cut off from the world. He is the only one in this part of the prison. This is the last cell, tucked into a corner, deep in the mountains. The air is stale and tastes like dirt. It used to sting his lungs, but after however long it had been (time gets funny in a cell, as he noted) he now is quite used to the musty air. He can see the door when it closes, and watch the room return to darkness. The room always got markedly colder when that door was closed.Defensible3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This