dreams of surrender

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[arsaces-undone]

Ultraviolence

Tarchon had known Erasmus in such a way: intimately, bindingly; maybe almost as closely as Kallias does. They know –had known– Erasmus, and known well he was the perfect slave in nature, if in nothing else. Selfless and submissive and obedient.

Having knowledge of that makes Kallias' story hard to believe. 

Missing scene after The Training, oneshot, 3k words

[pillarofsnow]

My sister allowed me to share this amazing custom made hardcover she did for her book. I believe she was inspired by The Fallen Angel painting as well as the book itself.

This is her first time doing something like this so please don’t judge harshly. Thank you!

[laur-the-cat-prince]

[eklaize]

"His eyes closed to just feel. Snippets of verse floated through his mind.  

In the columned halls, we embrace

His cheek rests against mine  

Happiness like this comes once

in a thousand years"

Captive Prince by C.S.Pacat

Erasmus and Kallias, our tragic lovers.

[kybelles]

damen love fest 2023 / day 7: foils and parallels

antagonists: damen & kastor

[hennike]

"Damen stood, his sword in his hands, and tried not to feel small, like a younger brother."

[i-merani]

I love how Auguste haunts the narrative in a pretty traditional sense (and it is devastating) but Kastor also does this. The kind brother Damen knew doesn't exist anymore, we witness his death right at the beginning of the book and then Damen drags his corpse to the end of the book. Kastor is as much of a haunting ghost for Damen as Auguste is for Laurent. Damen still hoping that his brother is in there and it's not just his body with a stranger inside it. Two older brothers dearly loved, both dead from the start.

[kybelles]

damen & kastor

captive prince by c.s pacat // a brother named gethsemane by natalie diaz // succession 4x10, kendall hugging roman until his stiches open up // jewish literacy by rabbi joseph telushkin // kings rising by c.s pacat

[hennike]

no one ever talks about catboy damen. I think thats sad

[hennike]

everyone shut up. Read this

[kybelles]

[folfar]

“No,” Nik said. He moved his arm away brusquely, as if that would say what he couldn’t.

Kastor scoffed. He reached out and dragged Nik’s arm back across the warm marble of the bench, pulled his hand into his lap. The strength of the movement wrenched at Nik’s shoulder. Just a little. Kastor had never known his own strength.

“Don’t be coy, Nikandros. She wants you.”

Sweat prickled at the back of his neck. He didn’t want to hear this. But Kastor had cornered him— no. He had been waiting, like the dog he was, for Kastor, where he always waited for Kastor in the drowsy afternoons of late summer, when Damianos had his usual standing appointment with whichever Kyrina had entranced him that week. Of course, this summer it wasn’t a Kyrina at all.

It was a Jokaste. She - splendid, glowing - was Jokaste.

“She is Damianos’ lady—“

“Who?” Kastor said incredulously. “You forget yourself, Kyros.”

But there was a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. He liked it when Nikandros forgot honorifics for Damen. He did not see it for the affection that it was meant - he saw it as a deliberate insult. And it pleased him. It made Nikandros sick to think of. And then he went and lifted his skirts for Kastor anyway, which made him feel sicker.

anyway!!! paging tumblr user @hennike

[folfar]

“Forgive me, Exalted,” he said, in the tones of a penitent.

The smile bloomed wide on Kastor’s handsome face. He was so forthright in what he liked, when it was the two of them. He liked titles, and playing the thief, and being desired.

And Nik had always, always, desired him.

“Forgiven,” Kastor crooned, and chucked Nik under the chin.

The sickness went away. A different feeling - in a different place - took hold in its stead.

Whenever Kastor touched him, Nik was thirteen again and breathless, seeing Prince Kastor spar in the gymnasium. He could still remember how his hands had trembled, sprinting to the privacy of his best hiding place, giddy with wanting - sticky with the aftermath of that wanting. He’d been sick of babysitting the crown prince - it had always been the elder he’d admired, heard tales of his exploits, longed to meet him. And then when they had finally, finally, come to Ios, age had rendered him Damen’s companion, not Kastor’s.

He hadn’t known then, of course, that Damen was the best man in the world. The most deserving of friendship. But the passions of youth died hard. Had yet to die, in this case.

Of course, Kastor had only noticed him when he’d returned from the Kingsmeet, filled out and favoured by the white robes.

guess who got phone signal for the first time in 4 days! WE MOVE

[postinglikeanakielon]

just saw a veretian pet performance for the first time. men used to go to war

[hennike]

you could never make me hate kastor sorry…. This is my cancellable captive prince take

[chastillon]

sickening, treacherous, overripe place

you've seen my uncle's court

[amsiib]

i’ve read and reread all kallias x erasmus fics on ao3, scrolled through their tag a million times, there’s an unjustly limited amount of media on them for me to consume!!! i love them so much they are so tragic but so beautiful they’re my favorite ever <3 i reread the training of erasmus like a million times to get a better description for kallias but it’s literally so vague other than blue eyes, dark brown curls, and super beautiful so i made due with that lol. if anyone loves them too pls talk to me so we can scream about them together pls

[amsiib]

kallias and erasmus!! <3 i am not exaggerating when i say they are everything to me. i am living off of CRUMBS they deserve so much more love ugh. they are so tragic so beautiful. anyways!! second pic w the wings is based off of @my-dear-brute ‘s kallias/erasmus fic Sweetest Fruit on ao3 <33

[arsaces-undone]

“Laurent’s attention had returned to Aimeric, drawing close to him, so that they faced one another. Like a lover, Laurent smiled and touched a stray curl, tucking it behind Aimeric’s ear. Aimeric flinched, violently, then repressed the flinch, though he wasn’t able to control his breathing. 

Tenderly, Laurent drew a fingerprint through the blood that welled from Aimeric’s split lip.

‘Pretty face,’ said Laurent. Then his fingers dropped back to brush Aimeric’s jaw, tilting it up as though for a kiss.”

“Blood had soaked into his sleeve, had pooled out over the table and the tiled floor, but it was old. He had been like this for hours, long enough for the blood to darken, for his movements to cease, for a stillness to invade the room, until it was as still as Laurent, staring at him with sightless eyes.”

Prince’s Gambit, chapter 18 | Giotto’s ‘Kiss of Judas’ | K. Wright’s ‘Judas’ | Prince’s Gambit, chapter 20.