Nothing ImportantHe's smart. He's very smart, but when you first look at him you don't notice it. I didn't notice it the first time I saw him. Most people look at him and just see the features: somewhat haggard, shivery, and a bit underweight. A great many people only hear the stutter, but that's not what I focus on. I focus on his voice. It's low but light. It doesn't make your chest shake when he speaks, it's almost like his voice lightly skips by your ears. He can get quiet so easily. I've only seen him shout maybe once or twice, and that was under extreme duress.
I noticed something else too: he really wants to talk. He so wants to voice his opinion, to add to a conversation, but he doesn't. I watched while everyone was talking. At first you just see a quiet man, sitting still with his hands under the table, but I saw more. I noticed how his arms tens
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.Complaining1 year 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
MorningIt was deceiving how peaceful he looked when he slept. Eyes shut, hair in a silver halo around his head, or perhaps pooled around his shoulders, mouth in a gentle line making an expression that was somewhere between a smile and a frown, Zephyr looked positively sweet asleep. If any of his men ever saw it they would lose so much respect for him—or so Zephyr liked to say. Noreat didn’t think that soldiers were that finicky. Everyone had to sleep didn’t they? Why would seeing their General asleep change their opinion of him? Now if he didn’t have to sleep that might terrify them, but he did, and that was perfectly normal, so it followed that it shouldn’t affect anything between Zephyr and his men. But Zephyr thought it did. Zephyr had a lot of thoughts that Noreat didn’t agree with.Morning5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though, the nice thing about sleeping Zephyr was that he couldn’t disagree with Noreat. All he could do was lay there, looking beautiful, half covered
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
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
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
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
You Wouldn'tSleep was something Mercutio routinely forgot to do. It was just too much to remember to rest when he had the entire universe to see. He knew that he never would see it all, even if he lived for an eternity, but sleeping felt like a waste of time. Besides, even when Mercutio was tired sleep never appeared as an option to him. Too many nightmares.You Wouldn't1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But this time he didn't have more than three, and they were tame nightmares in comparison to the ones he usually had. That was the problem, really, that there were tame nightmares and then catastrophic nightmares. Mercutio could adjust to having one or the other, but having to encounter both was the problem. They made him fear and detest sleep. Which was also why he woke up so early, so much earlier than Cian ever did. Mercutio couldn't allow himself to get lost in that deep dark world of sleep for "long".
Mercutio woke with a gasp, his fi
A Bit AwkwardThe two spent a day just in Mercutio's home. Cian hadn't known from waking up in the guest room that the house was enourmous. Mercutio had landed himself on a piece of prime real estate on the coast. Cian couldn't even begin to imagine the unnecessary expense of the house, nor did he want to. Though he did think that it was somewhat nostalgic and cute that Mercutio had a home. It was something special that Cian hadn't seen another of their kind do.A Bit Awkward1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And there was more to Mercutio's home than the location and absurd size. The house was huge because the Eternal had eclectic, unique, and somewhat questionable collection of artifacts he had picked up from the worlds he visited. Mercutio seemed to keep a number of items in this house on Taltreau. Anything from ancient looking scripture, in languages some Cian knew and some he didn't, old tapestries made from cloth or leaves or roots, to even s
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
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
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