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Guarded Hearts | CLOSED thread | PeterxZephyr

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

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[boundinmybones]

“You would be correct,” Zephyr nodded, “She’s worked since her youth to bring peace to the valley. However she has served the kingdom with her strength even when she was an adolescent. She’s bore blood sweat and tears for the kingdom, and deserves to let us thank her in return before her days are being measured.” His eyes glanced across the room, observing his mother chatting with some of the nobility that were more family friends.

The second swig of his drink he felt bubbles get caught in his throat and his words. Clearing it he set the glass down, “I have some grand shoes to fill, that’s for certain.” His mother was the stuff of legend. Stories of her bravery echoed for as long as he had been alive. A princess of tremendous courage who prevailed amidst the conflicts between mages and man. Caught in the crossfire, she defended the kingdom walls from both. She wasn’t even sixteen when it all happened. He could never imagine what that was like, fighting for something at such a young age. Something that’s too often taken for granted.

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Peter smiled, nodding his head in agreement, “I admire your mother a lot. Had she not been the heir, I’d wager she would have been a great solider,” it may not be customary for women to take the oath, but there were a handful of tales of extraordinary women who surpassed the societal expectations that had been placed upon them.

He then watched as Zephyr’s eyes shifted to look to his mother, watch the way his expression warmed at the sight of her. He also watched the way the prince’s expression morphed with discomfort as the fizz of the champagne got caught in his throat. Concern flashed across his own expression for a brief moment, but he seemed to be fine so he allowed himself to relax and take in what the prince said next.

“It’s a daunting thing, taking on someone else’s legacy. You and I have are both being tasked to do so,” he then reached out and lightly touched Zephyr’s shoulder, “The shoes may feel a little bulky at first, but I’m sure you’ll grow into them with time. Your mother also isn’t going anywhere, so you’ll have her guidance to assist you in this transition… I’m here as well, should you need any assistance.”

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Dog-Ears Hearts | CLOSED RP

Arrived

The word appeared on the screen of Peter’s smart phone, and he looked up at his destination with a soft smile. He stood before a quaint little bookstore nestled in amongst other shops and restaurants, with apartment floors strategically placed above. Store owners either lived in the upper floor for convenience or rented them out to tenants for extra cash flow.

Behind him, the sounds of the busy city seemed to thrum against his back. The chatter of people as they moved about, the woosh of cars punctuated by the occasional skid of brakes and irritated honks, and the low thrum of the subway system that vibrated the concrete beneath his loafers. The noisy ambiance was familiar yet… grating in this moment. Especially after a long day at work.

Before him stood a bookstore that he had found on an online forum for local vintage and indie bookshops. It’s been on his to-visit list for a few months now, but he was only just now getting around to stopping by. Even from the outside, he could see many large wooden bookshelves, the shelves teaming with books. The warm lighting of the shop looked inviting, beckoning Peter inside.

There was a script decal across the large picture window that declared the shop’s name: “Dogwood & Ink” , along with what looked like a silhouetted illustration of a dogwood tree beneath the lettering. Up in the corner of the window was a soft neon sign that declared the shop to be open.

Ting-a-ling

A bell cheerfully greeted him as he stepped inside, carrying the smell of summer rain and expensive cologne as he stepped into the warmth of the shop. His hands swiftly closed his umbrella and he took a moment to shake off the clinging water droplets onto the welcome mat. He slipped the umbrella into its sleeve and then tucked it under his arm, a hand reached up to brush fingers through his chocolate curls. Icy blue eyes shifted about the store, and his chest softly rose as he inhaled the comforting scent of old books.

A man like Peter visibly stuck out in a place like this, but he didn’t have enough time to go home and change after work. The shop would have been closed by then, so he opted to come in his work attire. From his tailored suit jacket to his starched button-down to his polished leather loafers, he didn’t exactly give off the vibe of someone who would be browsing at such a quaint place… and yet, here he was.

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Bear was unpacking the newest shipment of books. Stacking them on the counter as he heard the bell at the front door. He smiled as he saw the new customer walk in. He was pretty familiar with most of the people who frequented the shop, but this one's face wasn't familiar.

"Welcome to Dogwood and Ink. If you need anything, let me know. We also have tea and coffee if you wanna just have a sit down and read a few chapters." He said politely as he started breaking down the box to throw out back.

Bear was a mountain of a man. Mostly muscle, standing at around six feet. Wearing an old beat up flannel, and jeans, with a weathered apron around his waist. The pockets filled with pens, sharpies, and a ruler. His long black hair pulled back and rolled up into a messy bun. Horn rimmed glasses resting on his nose as he read the spines of the new books.

He didn't seem to mind how the newcomer dressed. Bear never was one to pry. His shop was a safe place. Everyone was welcomed in like family, and treated with respect. He took pride in the peace he fostered here.

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Peter gave pause as he was greeted, soft blue eyes shifted to take in the shop owner. He could feel the fatigued muscles of his neck tug a little as he craned his head up to take in the very large man, “Thanks… I’ll let you know, “he assured with a nod and then ventured into the aisles of bookshelves.

He was looking for a particular book, and it didn’t take him long to find the section where it should live. His hand trailed the shelves as he shifted from the A last names to the B’s, “Barry… Bedford……… Blaylock………….. Boyle…………………….. Ah-Brontë.” He smiled approvingly when he was able to locate the last name, and it took him mere seconds after that to find the title he was looking for: “Wuthering Heights.” He plucked out the three available copies and looked over their covers. Then he inspected the pages, the formatting of the printing, and the font as well.

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Bear busied himself with filling the shelves with the new arrivals. A lot of the books were lightly worn but in fine condition. Old copies and first editions of books he had either scavenged from estate sales, and had rebound, or purchased online. Coming over to the same section Peter was standing in he smiled. Offering a soft 'excuse me' as he slid past and started filing the books into their proper place.

Glancing down at the books in the young man's hands he smiled. "Wuthering Heights. Good choice. If you like the style we also have Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë." He offered as he set the books into place among the shelves. Carefully adjusting them to sit perfectly flush with the rest of the novels to either side of them.

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The soft rumble of a deep voice behind him caused the back of his neck to prickle. His eyes snapped up from the book he was reading to glance behind him, “Sorry…” he murmured and shifted forward to give the shopkeeper more space to move past. He was so large that Peter imagined they probably wouldn’t be able to stand shoulder to shoulder across the aisle if they tried.

He started to go back to inspecting the copies when that rumbling voice spoke up again, and the prickling sensation at his neck turned into a tingle that traveled down his spine. He had a nice voice, a really nice voice. So nice that Peter almost forgot to respond, “… O-Oh?” His brain finally caught up to the present and he quickly looked up to respond.

“I appreciate the offer,” he said, putting up a soft smile, “But I’m afraid I’ve put myself on a Jane Eyre buy-ban. You see, I already own four copies,” which include an original restoration, a modern publication, and two special edition bindings that he found on Etsy. However, he wouldn’t admit that much out loud to a stranger.

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Dog-Ears Hearts | CLOSED RP

Arrived

The word appeared on the screen of Peter’s smart phone, and he looked up at his destination with a soft smile. He stood before a quaint little bookstore nestled in amongst other shops and restaurants, with apartment floors strategically placed above. Store owners either lived in the upper floor for convenience or rented them out to tenants for extra cash flow.

Behind him, the sounds of the busy city seemed to thrum against his back. The chatter of people as they moved about, the woosh of cars punctuated by the occasional skid of brakes and irritated honks, and the low thrum of the subway system that vibrated the concrete beneath his loafers. The noisy ambiance was familiar yet… grating in this moment. Especially after a long day at work.

Before him stood a bookstore that he had found on an online forum for local vintage and indie bookshops. It’s been on his to-visit list for a few months now, but he was only just now getting around to stopping by. Even from the outside, he could see many large wooden bookshelves, the shelves teaming with books. The warm lighting of the shop looked inviting, beckoning Peter inside.

There was a script decal across the large picture window that declared the shop’s name: “Dogwood & Ink” , along with what looked like a silhouetted illustration of a dogwood tree beneath the lettering. Up in the corner of the window was a soft neon sign that declared the shop to be open.

Ting-a-ling

A bell cheerfully greeted him as he stepped inside, carrying the smell of summer rain and expensive cologne as he stepped into the warmth of the shop. His hands swiftly closed his umbrella and he took a moment to shake off the clinging water droplets onto the welcome mat. He slipped the umbrella into its sleeve and then tucked it under his arm, a hand reached up to brush fingers through his chocolate curls. Icy blue eyes shifted about the store, and his chest softly rose as he inhaled the comforting scent of old books.

A man like Peter visibly stuck out in a place like this, but he didn’t have enough time to go home and change after work. The shop would have been closed by then, so he opted to come in his work attire. From his tailored suit jacket to his starched button-down to his polished leather loafers, he didn’t exactly give off the vibe of someone who would be browsing at such a quaint place… and yet, here he was.

@little-blog-of-horrors

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Bear was unpacking the newest shipment of books. Stacking them on the counter as he heard the bell at the front door. He smiled as he saw the new customer walk in. He was pretty familiar with most of the people who frequented the shop, but this one's face wasn't familiar.

"Welcome to Dogwood and Ink. If you need anything, let me know. We also have tea and coffee if you wanna just have a sit down and read a few chapters." He said politely as he started breaking down the box to throw out back.

Bear was a mountain of a man. Mostly muscle, standing at around six feet. Wearing an old beat up flannel, and jeans, with a weathered apron around his waist. The pockets filled with pens, sharpies, and a ruler. His long black hair pulled back and rolled up into a messy bun. Horn rimmed glasses resting on his nose as he read the spines of the new books.

He didn't seem to mind how the newcomer dressed. Bear never was one to pry. His shop was a safe place. Everyone was welcomed in like family, and treated with respect. He took pride in the peace he fostered here.

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Peter gave pause as he was greeted, soft blue eyes shifted to take in the shop owner. He could feel the fatigued muscles of his neck tug a little as he craned his head up to take in the very large man, “Thanks… I’ll let you know, “he assured with a nod and then ventured into the aisles of bookshelves.

He was looking for a particular book, and it didn’t take him long to find the section where it should live. His hand trailed the shelves as he shifted from the A last names to the B’s, “Barry… Bedford……… Blaylock………….. Boyle…………………….. Ah-Brontë.” He smiled approvingly when he was able to locate the last name, and it took him mere seconds after that to find the title he was looking for: “Wuthering Heights.” He plucked out the three available copies and looked over their covers. Then he inspected the pages, the formatting of the printing, and the font as well.

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Guarded Hearts | CLOSED thread | PeterxZephyr

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

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[boundinmybones]

“And look at you now,” the prince praised, “you’ve become a protector that younger you would look up to. Regardless of what got you to first pick up that sword, you still wield it. Here, the Captain has a reputation of being a grand judge of character.” He let his flute glass lift a little, toasting to him.

“I understand that feeling, wanting to prove your salt,” Zephyrs eyes rested on the glimmer of the bubbles in his glass. “Spite can be quite the motivator,” he smirked a little. “The next big milestone of my life will be my coronation. It’s somehow inching slow and feeling like it’s right around the corner at the same time.”

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Peter could feel himself blushing, though his expression remained cool and collected. Being complimented by Zephyr had his heart fluttering against his ribcage, “You’re very generous with your words, I’m grateful that the Captain saw something in me… I’m grateful for this opportunity to serve you, your highness.” He expressed, lifting his own flute to match the prince.

He noticed the slight change in Zephyr’s eyes as the topic shifted to his own upcoming milestone. , “Her majesty is very gracious, allowing you to ascend at such a young age. As I’m sure you already know, the previous king maintained the throne until his deathbed. Yet, I believe your mother is only in her 5th decade of life, no?”

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Dog-Eared Hearts | CLOSED RP

Arrived

The word appeared on the screen of Peter’s smart phone, and he looked up at his destination with a soft smile. He stood before a quaint little bookstore nestled in amongst other shops and restaurants, with apartment floors strategically placed above. Store owners either lived in the upper floor for convenience or rented them out to tenants for extra cash flow.

Behind him, the sounds of the busy city seemed to thrum against his back. The chatter of people as they moved about, the woosh of cars punctuated by the occasional skid of brakes and irritated honks, and the low thrum of the subway system that vibrated the concrete beneath his loafers. The noisy ambiance was familiar yet… grating in this moment. Especially after a long day at work.

Before him stood a bookstore that he had found on an online forum for local vintage and indie bookshops. It’s been on his to-visit list for a few months now, but he was only just now getting around to stopping by. Even from the outside, he could see many large wooden bookshelves, the shelves teaming with books. The warm lighting of the shop looked inviting, beckoning Peter inside.

There was a script decal across the large picture window that declared the shop’s name: “Dogwood & Ink” , along with what looked like a silhouetted illustration of a dogwood tree beneath the lettering. Up in the corner of the window was a soft neon sign that declared the shop to be open.

Ting-a-ling

A bell cheerfully greeted him as he stepped inside, carrying the smell of summer rain and expensive cologne as he stepped into the warmth of the shop. His hands swiftly closed his umbrella and he took a moment to shake off the clinging water droplets onto the welcome mat. He slipped the umbrella into its sleeve and then tucked it under his arm, a hand reached up to brush fingers through his chocolate curls. Icy blue eyes shifted about the store, and his chest softly rose as he inhaled the comforting scent of old books.

A man like Peter visibly stuck out in a place like this, but he didn’t have enough time to go home and change after work. The shop would have been closed by then, so he opted to come in his work attire. From his tailored suit jacket to his starched button-down to his polished leather loafers, he didn’t exactly give off the vibe of someone who would be browsing at such a quaint place… and yet, here he was.

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[lonelyxoutcasts]

Necessary Alliance

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

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“Servants tend to just..be around, less so here since we’re the only ones here but you remember how it is back at home, always at the doors or around to serve, and of course I respect them but I don’t think about not kissing in front of them now that we’re married. But I want to be aware, for you,” Zoe explains with a weak smile, lacing their fingers together.

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“Yes, I have noticed that… in the Jotun palace, our servant staff is much smaller, similar to this villa’s staff. Aside from the guards, though, everyone else is expected to be near invisible.” Not that he ever had any previous romantic ventures that needed to be kept hidden from prying eyes.

“I’m sure I’ll become more accustomed the more time I spend as a married male… I do appreciate your consideration, though,” he assured with a soft smile, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

Walking hand-in-hand on the beach was nice. The texture of wet sand between his toes was interesting, and he loved the earthy smell that the waves kicked up, “So, what kinds of shells are we scavenging for?”

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“Of course, I know you’re making so many changes to accommodate our marriage, moving to a whole new realm and a new court, it’s a massive adjustment so it only feels fair to try and make an effort to make things at least a little easier,” she reasons as they stroll through the shallows.

“I like shells that are at least mostly intact, nothing too fragmented. Sometimes there are ones that have interesting shapes or patterns in them, I try to keep an eye out for those,” she reaches down as she speaks, pulling out a shell that had been half buried, it wasn’t too big but it was a beautiful shade of pale pink and she immediately adds it to their growing collection.

[broken-ice-puppets]

“I know, my love…” he softly sighed with this bittersweet smile, “I know, you’ve praised me for my resilience many times over. I am thankful my efforts aren’t going unnoticed, but don’t forget that I wanted this kind of a change. I yearned for it, long before I even knew that I would be presented with the opportunity to leave my home. I couldn’t care less how drastic the changes are if it means I get to finally live my life the way I wish… with a woman who sees me and values my being.” He assured, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing at her fingers for a moment.

Loki listened to her description of the kinds of shells she wanted, and they easily spent more than half an hour combing the beach. With the basket more or less full now, they made their way back over to their towels and picnic. There was a soft thunk as the basket was set down on the sand, “Rrrrrrnnnggghhhh…” he lightly groaned as he stretched his arms overhead for a moment to relieve the tension that had been building up in his shoulders from hunching over to retrieve shells, “Aaaarreeee youuu-mmmm… hungry, my love?” He asked, the first part of his question a bit distorted by a yawn.

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zoe watches with a fond smile as he stretches, kneeling on one of the towels and reaching into the basket. They had packed fresh fruit and sandwiches, light things so that they wouldn’t get too full but still enough that they wouldn’t still be hungry.

“I am yes, maybe we could eat and then if you’d like we could go walking through grounds since we’re outside already? I could ask for horses to be saddled and we could even go riding if you’d like,” she offers as she sets a sandwich out for him and takes a handful of berries for herself.

[broken-ice-puppets]

"Hmmmnnn..." Loki pondered over her suggestions, bending over to touch his toes now. With his fingers in the sand, he used his close proximity to the ground to lower himself into a seated position on the blanket beside his lovely wife, "Maybe... or maybe we could go relax in the library? I might feel differently once I've had something to eat, but I feel like I've met my body's movement quota," he reasoned.

They had walked along the beach for a while, and he wasn't used to walking on shifting sands like that, so his legs were feeling a little sore. They had also... tumbled between the sheets early this morning. The last thing he wanted was to exhaust himself and not be able to tend to his husbandly duties.

"How long is our stay here again?" he asked as he reached over and picked up the sandwich Zoe had set out for him. Surely they had plenty of time to see everything she wanted to show him.

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Necessary Alliance

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

@broken-ice-puppets

[lonelyxoutcasts]

“Servants tend to just..be around, less so here since we’re the only ones here but you remember how it is back at home, always at the doors or around to serve, and of course I respect them but I don’t think about not kissing in front of them now that we’re married. But I want to be aware, for you,” Zoe explains with a weak smile, lacing their fingers together.

[broken-ice-puppets]

“Yes, I have noticed that… in the Jotun palace, our servant staff is much smaller, similar to this villa’s staff. Aside from the guards, though, everyone else is expected to be near invisible.” Not that he ever had any previous romantic ventures that needed to be kept hidden from prying eyes.

“I’m sure I’ll become more accustomed the more time I spend as a married male… I do appreciate your consideration, though,” he assured with a soft smile, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

Walking hand-in-hand on the beach was nice. The texture of wet sand between his toes was interesting, and he loved the earthy smell that the waves kicked up, “So, what kinds of shells are we scavenging for?”

[lonelyxoutcasts]

“Of course, I know you’re making so many changes to accommodate our marriage, moving to a whole new realm and a new court, it’s a massive adjustment so it only feels fair to try and make an effort to make things at least a little easier,” she reasons as they stroll through the shallows.

“I like shells that are at least mostly intact, nothing too fragmented. Sometimes there are ones that have interesting shapes or patterns in them, I try to keep an eye out for those,” she reaches down as she speaks, pulling out a shell that had been half buried, it wasn’t too big but it was a beautiful shade of pale pink and she immediately adds it to their growing collection.

[broken-ice-puppets]

“I know, my love…” he softly sighed with this bittersweet smile, “I know, you’ve praised me for my resilience many times over. I am thankful my efforts aren’t going unnoticed, but don’t forget that I wanted this kind of a change. I yearned for it, long before I even knew that I would be presented with the opportunity to leave my home. I couldn’t care less how drastic the changes are if it means I get to finally live my life the way I wish… with a woman who sees me and values my being.” He assured, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing at her fingers for a moment.

Loki listened to her description of the kinds of shells she wanted, and they easily spent more than half an hour combing the beach. With the basket more or less full now, they made their way back over to their towels and picnic. There was a soft thunk as the basket was set down on the sand, “Rrrrrrnnnggghhhh…” he lightly groaned as he stretched his arms overhead for a moment to relieve the tension that had been building up in his shoulders from hunching over to retrieve shells, “Aaaarreeee youuu-mmmm… hungry, my love?” He asked, the first part of his question a bit distorted by a yawn.

[boundinmybones]

Closed// Dirty Little Animals

@broken-ice-puppets

Margot had a knack for keeping interesting and exotic people on her payroll. Locals paid good money to spend a few hours with someone who wasn’t hip deep in the usual miseries Zaun was infected with. It was additionally a great means of gathering information. Crazy how loose lips become around pretty faces. She had just recently hired a new one too.

The chembaron had seen the lady’s face before, going toe to toe with some enforcers a few months back. Those fuckers had scorched a library, her library. Small little thing many scoffed at. While few locals took it seriously, they certainly had a problem with the enforcers choosing to target it. It sent a message that topside doesn’t want them getting wise. So for her to come to the Vyx for work it was shocking. It was enough to tug at her bleeding black heart.

Desperation didn’t do well in intimate settings. Margot was half worried the girl would get glossy eyed if she had to lay on her back. All this to try and get things up and running again? She didn’t look much like a meek bookish damsel though, there was something else. Her eyes, the smell of sandalwood and sea salt. There was definitely more there, grit, spite even. Fortunately she had other values, connections to Bilgewater rum imports.

She cut the lady a deal. Her primary wages would be for getting that alcohol into her clubs, the hands of her staff to sweeten up clients. Put a roof over her head, being pleasurable company and serving drinks at the brothel was secondary work. But work nonetheless. The woman’s firm handshake and small tug at the corners of her lips gave her the reassurance she needed that the girl would be just fine with her new work. Peachy till she got her feet back beneath her.

[boundinmybones]

Felling Sevika’s lips trail upwards the vastaya’s head tilted. Giving her ample room to kiss where she pleased. Loving the feeling of the fire her lips left in her wake.

Pheobe’s sweet little noises hung in the air with the incense and cigar smoke. The firm press of Sevika’s hips against hers was starting to do her in. The way the strap was pushing deep into her, the grinding, it was making her eyes flutter back.

She could feel it, the warm buildup happening just below her stomach. “Sevika,” her voice rasped, back arching into her, “baby I’m coming.” Pheobe’s fingers began to dig deeper into the surface of her skin. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave little lines from her claws.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Sevika could feel her own excitement beginning to build the longer she got to bare witness to Phoebe’s pleasure. The way her long dark hair splayed out across the sheets, the trembled rise and fall of her breasts as she desperately tried to endure, the way her legs hugged and fidgeted against her sides - it was all so tantalizing that her own breathing was starting to become labored from the mix of arousal and adrenaline. Admittedly, she probably shouldn’t be exerting herself like this so soon after experiencing a head trauma, but… could you blame her?

Hearing Phoebe’s rasped warning made her abs tighten. She didn’t let up her pace, no, absolutely not. Sevika wanted her squirming as she met her release, “Oh, yeah? Nnnnn-tsssss-heheheh…” she gave a slight hiss that turned into a chuckle feeling the Vastaya’s claws dig into her back, “Come for me baby… Nnghhh…. Come on my cock.”

[boundinmybones]

Pheobe’s hips ground against her as she rode that high. Her nerves flickering like the sparks from a shattered neon light. As the last of it was leaving her lips curled into a smile of relief. Whatever she came into her room angry about was knocked clean out of her.

Her eyes flitted to face Sevika, her cheeks somehow flush despite being cold blooded. The glossy sheen of her skin nearly looked like glitter. The strands of hair that had gotten stuck to her brow. The woman was glowing.

“Hey there gorgeous,” she cooed softly, her hand sliding from her back to gently hold her face.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Sevika’s steely eyes were fixed on her the whole time she came undone, and her hips only slowed as she felt her form start to tremble beneath her. She rolled her pelvis against her a couple more times, loving how tight her pussy was gripping onto her strap and making it difficult to move, before finally going still against her.

She smiled to herself as she took in the sight of Phoebe, and then leaned to press kisses across her chest and shoulders. Her lips only gave pause when gentle hands cupped her face, tugging her gaze up to meet those sexy blissed out eyes the Vastaya was sporting, “Mmmmnnn…” she purred as she leaned forward and claimed her lips. Her tongue was gentle yet firm as it pressed between her lips and greedily sought out her forked tongue for a deep kiss. For the briefest moment, Sevika pondered over what that tongue of hers would feel like between her legs. The way each side would move against her, grinding with need and in desperate search for what made the chem baron’s right hand melt. She’d never say such thoughts aloud, though. Too much pride.

She kissed Pheobe to the point of breathlessness before finally pulling back, “Phwa… hah… heheh… how you doing, baby girl?” She asked, wanting to check in. The safety word hadn’t been used yet, but she still liked to check in.

[broken-ice-puppets]

A Light in the Dark (continued thread) || CLOSED RP

Ever since her training session with the Aether earlier that day, Azalea started to notice this… buzzing sensation deep within her gut. It wasn’t irritating or annoying, it was just… this slight hum. But it doesn’t seem like anyone else could hear it. Just her, thankfully.

She also found herself feeling hungry well before dinner time. Which was odd considering she normally had a much lighter appetite. She had shared some tea with Braum earlier today, and found herself back in the kitchen looking for more tea. She smiled and waved at the staff who were already there working on dinner, “Could I put a kettle on? I don’t want to disrupt your work.”

“Of course, dear,” one of the chefs filled up a kettle with water and placed it on a burner. Then she turned and picked up a small basket. She lifted the linen that was overtop to reveal some biscuits, “Here, snack on this while you wait.”

Azalea’s brows lifted at the kind gesture, “O-Oh! Sure, thank you…” she took one of the biscuits, but only barely nibbled at it. She had been wanting tea to curb her appetite, but didn’t want to be rude by refusing.

A little while later, she had a cup of tea in hand along with the biscuit. She thanked the staff before heading out to the main hallway. She had just decided to go relax in the library when she felt a voice caress her mind.

You should eat, your body needs it…

Her steps didn’t falter but her lips did purse a little at the Aether’s little nudge, … I’m fine. I have this biscuit, and it won’t be long until dinner.

@boundinmybones

[boundinmybones]

For someone who carried themselves in a cold stoic nature, his gaze melted at her tender words. Braum’s hand moved to her waist, bringing her in closer to him with a pleased hum.

It was a blessing in his mind that she said yes. He didn’t have any doubt, he just felt his delivery was… clumsy.

When their lips parted after a few moments he chased it with a kiss just beneath her right ear. Along the edge of her jaw. “It’s meant to be a symbol of protection, strength. When dark elves become a pair, our culture perceives that they share all things, and together they can be something even grander.” His hand tenderly lifted the pendant to get a better look. It suited her well. “…A piece of me, my sword, my strength, my heart. It’s yours.”

[broken-ice-puppets]

Azalea couldn’t help but squirm a little with a soft giggle when his lips shifted to the point where her jaw met her ears. She went still, though, when he explained the gemstone a bit more. Her expression softened when she realized the meaning he had put into his selection, and felt tears prick behind her eyes as she soaked in his expression of love.

“Gods…” she let out a chuckle and her expression lit up with warmth and happiness, “I-I’m… Sorry, my words are failing me a bit…” she murmured, and couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. Her fingers played in his hair, and her body pressed itself as close to his as possible, “I love you, Khaden, more than words could ever describe,” she said, her voice trembling a bit, “I-I feel so incredibly honored to be entrusted with these things, your heart in particular.”

[boundinmybones]

Braum let his weight rest into their embrace a little, that royal rigidness he carried himself with fading around her. It was a comfort to him, seeing the initial stress and hardship she was enduring earlier in the day was not as apparent anymore. That Azalea felt safe around him, cared for.

“And I love you,” he whispered softly to her.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Azalea could feel the shift. These arms that were wrapped around her normally carried a certain... stiffness to them. Even in the softer moments, he always had this underlying rigidity in his touch. No doubt from centuries of disciplined training. Yet now... that hardened exterior of his seems to have softened.

Her nose crinkled with a smile when he whispered back that he loved her. She cupped the sides of his face in her hands and leaned in for another kiss with an easy-going sigh, "Mmmmhhhhhh..." Her hands shifted from his cheeks to his pointed ears as she leaned into the kiss just a little more, her thumbs rubbing against the elongated shell for a moment. And then her hands shifted to rest atop his shoulders as she finally pulled out of the kiss.

She smiled at him, but that smile quickly warped as she fell victim to another yawn, "Haaawwwhhhhmmm... Gods," her fingers gently rubbed along his shoulders, "I think I need to turn in for the night... You'll stay with me... won't you?"

[boundinmybones]

As Braum matched her dreamy energy, where her hands were roaming exposed a chink in his armor. His ears grew warmer, it could be felt as her fingers brushed along the surface. While the color of his skin didn’t change much in pigment, there was a clear temperature change.

Her showing signs of fatigue got a chuckle out of him. “You have had quite the day, I don’t blame you.” At her request he gave a nod, shifting the covers for her so she could get comfortable first. There wasn’t a place he would rather be in that moment. After his proposal the tension in the air had melted into something more tranquil.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Azalea smiled when he shifted the covers for her, murmuring a soft "thank you" as she got her feet under and then shimmied down a bit before lying her head down, "It's been a day for both of us, and there's a new day waiting for us tomorrow," she reached out for his hand, giving it a squeeze before tugging on it to encourage him to lay down with her.

Despite what happened last night, she didn't feel anxious about going to sleep tonight. Her deepened connection with the Aether was already bringing her some peace of mind.

[boundinmybones]

Once she was comfortable he shed his tunic and laid himself down in bed alongside her. Not before craning over Azalea and placing a kiss on her temple. Once settled he wrapped his arm around so her head rested within the crevice of it like a pillow.

He still had plans to help her reach her home. That wasn’t going to change. He knew she had family there… and dangers. The feeling of knowing despite being so far from familiar land she’d still wish to be with him was moving. She had adapted to everything that happened to her with such a resilience. He couldn’t be prouder of her.

“Good night khaden,” he whispered to her softly, the fatigue bleeding into his own voice. “Sweet dreams.”

[broken-ice-puppets]

Azalea has seen Braum shirtless before, but still found herself feeling a little bashful in that moment when he stripped his tunic off overhead. The ways his abs stretched and his pectorals squeezed as his arms stretched overhead… Gods. She allowed herself to stare while his eyes were covered by fabric, but quickly tempered her hunger before she embarrassed herself.

Unable to help herself, a hand reached out to lightly rest at his side as he settled himself into bed beside her. Her brow quirked slightly as he leaned in close, and she happily sighed at the feel of his lips against her skin, “Hmmmm…” her hand shifted up his side to one of his broad shoulders as she lingered in his touch for a moment.

The way Braum gently man handled her never failed to make her heart squeeze. She loved being cradled close, loved how safe he made her feel. She turned into him as he positioned her head in the crook of his arm and kissed at his bicep. Her wandering hand shifted back down to his side where she loosely wrapped her arm around his waist, “Mmmm… Good night… I love you…” she murmured, her eyes growing heavy the cozier they got.

It didn’t take Azalea long to fall asleep and, thankfully, there weren’t any incidents tonight. She stirred a little here and there, giving the occasional grunt or whimper but seemed to settle within seconds. When she awoke, she found herself enveloped in warmth. Soft brown eyes peeked open to find herself still nestled against Braum, which caused the corners of her mouth to tug up. The morning light filtering past the curtains was just bright enough for her to make out the features of her lover, “Nnnnmmmm…” she hummed as she pressed close and kissed at his jaw.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Guarded Hearts | CLOSED thread | PeterxZephyr

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

@boundinmybones

[boundinmybones]

There was a bashful smile of appreciation that he didn’t mind catching him mid bite like that. “Of course,” Zephyr agreed with a nod, “but for tonight you’re an honored guest. Enjoy yourselves, celebrate, you earned this.” He didn’t have to be closely connected to the royal guard to know how disciplined and grueling the training process was. Tonight wasn’t a work night, Peter probably knew that already though.

“Do you mind if I ask what drew you in to becoming a knight?” He asked. As a serving tray and palace staff strode past them the prince grabbed a pair of champagne flutes, offering one to the other man. “That job seems so intimidating to me.”

[broken-ice-puppets]

“Right,” Peter nodded, though there was something simmering in his eyes hinting that he probably wouldn’t be able to fully relax tonight. The other newly appointed knights shared similar tells: a restless stare, a stiffness in the shoulders. After being perpetually “on duty” for months on end, it was hard for the young men to truly let go and just enjoy themselves.

When asked about intentions behind joining the royal guard, he couldn’t help the brief look of embarrassment that crossed his face. And then a glass of champagne was pressed into his hand, so he took that as his opportunity to stall a little before answering, “Well…” he gave a soft chuckle and took a sip of his drink, “I must admit, I didn’t start off wanting it for noble reasons. I was far too young and immature at the time to truly grasp the importance of what I was getting myself into. I was more concerned with myself at the time. I wanted to do it for the sake of being able to say I did it, prove those who doubted me wrong,” he explained then added with another chuckle, “I also wanted to become physically stronger, that way I could ‘beat up my enemies’.” He said, using air quotes to indicate that he was quoting his younger self.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Guarded Hearts | CLOSED thread | PeterxZephyr

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

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[boundinmybones]

Zephyr quickly covered his mouth hearing someone speak to him. Finishing the bite he was in the thick of before giving a meek nod. “Apologies,” he spoke up after swallowing the bite, “yes.” He felt his face burn up a bit, indulging in the desert first before anything else. Some might think it unbecoming of a prince.

He turned, finally realizing who had spoken to him. “Oh- oh it’s you! Peter right?” Zephyr could feel something tugging at him in the back of his mind. There was familiarity in the man’s smile, his eyes. Maybe it was déjà vu from the ceremonies that afternoon.

Right- you’re a prince. Say something. What though? Just pick something-

“How are you feeling?” He asked

How are you feeling!? Really!?

“With your new position?” Zephyr quickly added to his first question. “Your captain sang your praises the days leading to the ceremony. We’ll be seeing each other a bit more with your role here.”

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Peter softly smiled seeing Zephyr get a little flustered from being caught mid bite, “No worries, your highness. The apologies are mine, considering I was the one who caught you at an inoppourtune moment.”

His smile brightened when the prince recognized him, “Yes, Peter,” he nodded in confirmation. He started to answer Zephyr initial question, only to be stopped just short of speaking as the prince added onto his words. He bashfully rubbed the back of his neck hearing that the captain had been bragging about him.

“You flatter me… I feel… good, better than good, really. To be appointed the next captain of the royal guard, it’s… a high honor. One I do not take on lightly,” he expressed then nodded, “Yes, I will be at your disposal moving forward… do let me know if ever need anything, alright? I will come when called.”

[broken-ice-puppets]

Guarded Hearts | CLOSED thread | PeterxZephyr

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

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[boundinmybones]

The crowd echoed his cry with exuberance, quite a few times before it dissolved back into cheers. The volume make Zephyr grimace slightly, he could feel the familiar buzz behind his eyes. Did something get influenced by his magics? Could someone tell? but the touch of his mother’s hand against his was enough to help ground him. Take a breath.

As the villagers began to make their way back to the town square for festivities, the palace staff got to work preparing the palace mead hall to celebrate the new recruits to the guard.

Zephyr was in his room in the brief window of time. Changing into something still formal, but comfortable enough for a dinner event. Nursing some mead to help his nerves. The Odeene gentleman was something his mind kept flitting back to. The familiarity in the man’s eyes. Had they met before? Or did he just happen to catch the prince the few times he observed training? Or… gods did his magic flare up? Did the knight sense something?

While mages were welcome in his homeland, the kingdom was one of few that either held a neutral stance on them, or were sanctuary kingdoms. Not everyone shared the same sentiment however. Many perceived that the only thing such gifts can be used for is power, control. A wicked weapon.

The kingdom already knew that Zephyr was the queens adopted son. But if they learned he was a mage too there was no real telling how the people would respond. A mage as king? People might come for his head.

The mead hall was glimmering, the way the dusk light filled the space with colors as warm and vibrant as the food. Smoked and glazed meats, paired with fresh breads and cheeses, seasonal vegetables and fruit. All adorned with pale flowers.

Zephyr made plans to be content with being a wallflower for the evening, maybe even sneak out early if he can. However, his eyes spotted lavender lemon tarts being placed at the grand table. A clear bribe his mother must have requested from the cook…. An effective bribe.

[broken-ice-puppets]

As Peter lowered his hand back down to his side, he noticed a soft buzzing sensation against his chest. He looked down but only saw his medal. The vibration quickly subsided, though, so he didn’t think anything of it. He wouldn’t get much time to think about it anyway, seeing as he was being whisked away by his senior guardsmen. The six of them were taken back to the knight’s quarters, where they were instructed to grab their things out of the barracks before being shown to their new permanent lodgings. Their rooms were small and mostly empty save for a bed, a dresser, a desk, and a chair. “Take some time to freshen up, and then report to the palace by half past the eighteenth hour." “Yes, sir,” Peter nodded and then softly exhaled once the door was shut. His gaze darted around the room, his room, and for a moment, he was overwhelmed with the feeling of disbelief. He’d done it… He’d really done it. It almost didn't feel real, and yet... he had the medal to prove it. Smiling to himself, he started to put his things away, but had to pause and take a moment to really sit with his feelings. “Gods… Heheh…” he chuckled as disbelief turned into giddy joy. One of his hands lifted to swipe across his face and brush through his hair. * It was a strange thing, to be celebrated. Peter had only ever been celebrated before for his birthday, and even then, those celebrations had never been anywhere near this grand. All the new guardsmen still wore their outfits from earlier, proudly displaying their new adornments. Upon arrival, they were encouraged to mingle. In addition to the knights, there were multiple other nobles present tonight. Dukes, Earls, and Barons - all present to extend their support to the Crown's newest protectors. Peter knew he should be trying to gain favor with as many people as possible. If he was to be the future right-hand to the Crown, he needed to rub elbows. However... he was unable to help himself as he felt an urge to find a certain someone... "It would appear the kitchen has outdone themselves," he spoke up as he quietly shifted to stand beside the Prince. "You enjoy sweets, your highness?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Guarded Hearts | CLOSED thread | PeterxZephyr

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

@boundinmybones

[boundinmybones]

The young prince couldn’t leap out of his teaching session fast enough. It was the thing he looked forward to the most. He didn’t get to see many kids within the palace walls. It was mostly just adults, boring adults talking about things too confusing or dull for him to stick around.

The little boy was winded when he finally reached his best friend. When the distance was closed he tenderly tugged her along to go play. “There’s a new baby foal at the stables. Come on you gotta see! She’s really pretty!”

*

As Zephyr grew into an adolescent he became a little quieter of a soul. Keeping himself more withdrawn outside of his education. A few years back he discovered something within him that he wanted to keep there.

When he was anxious and went for a walk he caught the silver adornments of the palace halls.. rattling. It showed up in other ways too. Launching a fork clean across the table getting repulsed from a weird texture on his plate. It appeared whenever he felt discomfort metal behaved in odd ways. Influenced by his emotions.

He was forever thankful of his mother’s grace. However teachings of how to manage that odd gift was blending into those he already had.

*

Normally these military ceremonies were things Zephyr would daydream through. To avoid being so aware of the pollen making his eyes itch or how bright the sun was. However, this year was different. His mother made him aware that this year they would be selecting their personal protector. The one to inherit the role of captain of the guard.

The current captain sang very high praises about one in particular. He had caught glimpses of training on the grounds, but he didn’t linger long enough to be caught doing it.

He had been prompted that he would be the one placing the medal on the newly promoted knight. So he did his best to remain alert. The captain almost seemed to shoot him a glance, silently telling him “this is the man”. Stepping up toe to toe with the man his eyes lifted up. The sun was blocked by his silhouette, forming a halo around dark curls. In the shade he could see soft blue eyes resting on him.

Right- focus

The prince himself was dressed in a regal suit. Adorned in his kingdoms colors for the season. A cream white waistcoat complimented with a robins egg blue underside that matched his trousers. A fabric sash was wrapped around his waist as a belt. All the edges of each piece were decorated with embroidered birds and honeysuckle.

His fingers lifted and placed the award on Peter’s lapel, “Congratulations Ser Odeene,” Zephyr bore a smile, extending his arm to shake his hand.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Peter felt his heart pounding against his ribcage as the prince’s hands neared his lapel. It was a silly, really, to be so flustered by his hands and yet… he couldn’t help it. He recalled finding the prince pretty when they were younger, but now? Pretty had turned to handsomely pretty, especially when he was dressed so finely.

“T-Thank you,” there was the faintest wobble to his voice as he bowed his head. To save face, he quickly turned the rest of the way around to face the crowd before them. His heart continued to pound, but he put forth a bright smile and lifted his hand in a triumphant fist, “Gods save the crown!” He called out, prompting the guards and townspeople around him to echo the sentiment.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Guarded Hearts | CLOSED thread | PeterxZephyr

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

@boundinmybones

[boundinmybones]

Closed// Dirty Little Animals

@broken-ice-puppets

Margot had a knack for keeping interesting and exotic people on her payroll. Locals paid good money to spend a few hours with someone who wasn’t hip deep in the usual miseries Zaun was infected with. It was additionally a great means of gathering information. Crazy how loose lips become around pretty faces. She had just recently hired a new one too.

The chembaron had seen the lady’s face before, going toe to toe with some enforcers a few months back. Those fuckers had scorched a library, her library. Small little thing many scoffed at. While few locals took it seriously, they certainly had a problem with the enforcers choosing to target it. It sent a message that topside doesn’t want them getting wise. So for her to come to the Vyx for work it was shocking. It was enough to tug at her bleeding black heart.

Desperation didn’t do well in intimate settings. Margot was half worried the girl would get glossy eyed if she had to lay on her back. All this to try and get things up and running again? She didn’t look much like a meek bookish damsel though, there was something else. Her eyes, the smell of sandalwood and sea salt. There was definitely more there, grit, spite even. Fortunately she had other values, connections to Bilgewater rum imports.

She cut the lady a deal. Her primary wages would be for getting that alcohol into her clubs, the hands of her staff to sweeten up clients. Put a roof over her head, being pleasurable company and serving drinks at the brothel was secondary work. But work nonetheless. The woman’s firm handshake and small tug at the corners of her lips gave her the reassurance she needed that the girl would be just fine with her new work. Peachy till she got her feet back beneath her.

[boundinmybones]

Felling Sevika’s lips trail upwards the vastaya’s head tilted. Giving her ample room to kiss where she pleased. Loving the feeling of the fire her lips left in her wake.

Pheobe’s sweet little noises hung in the air with the incense and cigar smoke. The firm press of Sevika’s hips against hers was starting to do her in. The way the strap was pushing deep into her, the grinding, it was making her eyes flutter back.

She could feel it, the warm buildup happening just below her stomach. “Sevika,” her voice rasped, back arching into her, “baby I’m coming.” Pheobe’s fingers began to dig deeper into the surface of her skin. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave little lines from her claws.

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Sevika could feel her own excitement beginning to build the longer she got to bare witness to Phoebe’s pleasure. The way her long dark hair splayed out across the sheets, the trembled rise and fall of her breasts as she desperately tried to endure, the way her legs hugged and fidgeted against her sides - it was all so tantalizing that her own breathing was starting to become labored from the mix of arousal and adrenaline. Admittedly, she probably shouldn’t be exerting herself like this so soon after experiencing a head trauma, but… could you blame her?

Hearing Phoebe’s rasped warning made her abs tighten. She didn’t let up her pace, no, absolutely not. Sevika wanted her squirming as she met her release, “Oh, yeah? Nnnnn-tsssss-heheheh…” she gave a slight hiss that turned into a chuckle feeling the Vastaya’s claws dig into her back, “Come for me baby… Nnghhh…. Come on my cock.”

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Closed// Dirty Little Animals

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Margot had a knack for keeping interesting and exotic people on her payroll. Locals paid good money to spend a few hours with someone who wasn’t hip deep in the usual miseries Zaun was infected with. It was additionally a great means of gathering information. Crazy how loose lips become around pretty faces. She had just recently hired a new one too.

The chembaron had seen the lady’s face before, going toe to toe with some enforcers a few months back. Those fuckers had scorched a library, her library. Small little thing many scoffed at. While few locals took it seriously, they certainly had a problem with the enforcers choosing to target it. It sent a message that topside doesn’t want them getting wise. So for her to come to the Vyx for work it was shocking. It was enough to tug at her bleeding black heart.

Desperation didn’t do well in intimate settings. Margot was half worried the girl would get glossy eyed if she had to lay on her back. All this to try and get things up and running again? She didn’t look much like a meek bookish damsel though, there was something else. Her eyes, the smell of sandalwood and sea salt. There was definitely more there, grit, spite even. Fortunately she had other values, connections to Bilgewater rum imports.

She cut the lady a deal. Her primary wages would be for getting that alcohol into her clubs, the hands of her staff to sweeten up clients. Put a roof over her head, being pleasurable company and serving drinks at the brothel was secondary work. But work nonetheless. The woman’s firm handshake and small tug at the corners of her lips gave her the reassurance she needed that the girl would be just fine with her new work. Peachy till she got her feet back beneath her.

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Pheobe could feel the body heat coming off of Sevika. As she pressed in it practically waved over. Her breath on her ribcage was completely soaked up by her skin down into the muscles beneath that delightfully shuddered.

Her knees lifted, brushing against Sevika’s waist. Help it be a little easier to move, in case she wanted to get off of her feet or a little closer. The vastaya liked the feeling of her weight pressing into her.

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Feeling her legs hug a little closer, Sevika decided to shift her weight forward slightly. Her lips shifted from Phoebe’s ribs to her breasts, and she used her one available arm to keep herself propped up. She planted her elbow onto the mattress as she took one of her nipples into her mouth, which was still noticeably swollen from her earlier teasings. All the while, her hips continued to grind and prod at her core, “Mmmmmnnnnn…” a soft hum of a sigh breathed through her nose.

Sevika’s hips alternated between slow and shorter thrusts and longer more probing thrusts. She was trying to gauge her reactions and see how much of a warmup her playmate needed before getting any rougher with her.

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The vastaya made sure that she was angled in a way that Sevika was comfortable as well. Not wanting her arm to become tired too soon into their fun. Not that it was much of a worry, the woman above her was raw power.

“Gods… gods you feel so good-,” her sentence got cut off with a moan. Her body soaking up the warmth of her breath on her skin. When Sevika’s strap pressed deepest into her it was enough to make her thighs shudder.

Now having better access to her, Pheobe’s arms rested right between her shoulder blades. Nails tracing gentle lines where her hair met her neck.

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Sevika could feel that her body was a bit taut as she earnestly tried to angle her hips for her. It was cute, but she’d rather have her relaxed and pliant beneath her. Thankfully, it wasn’t too hard to get her shuddering and melting beneath her.

She chuckled proudly when Phoebe’s voice hitched into a moan. Her lips released her nipple and instead shifted to kiss their way up her neck, “Mmmm… oh yeah? It feels good?” She softly asked, though she wasn’t actually expecting her to answer.

Her skin prickled with goosebumps as the Vastaya’s nails grazed against her skin. Shifting her weight a bit, her hips started to rut against her with a bit more urgency now, “Show me how good you feel baby, let me hear that pretty little voice, hm?”

[boundinmybones]

Closed: @broken-ice-puppets

Magic still seeped deep in the soil of the land, much to the dismay of the humans who had raised a thriving town on top of it. Despite how much those who presently lived there tried to suffocate it, keeping the outer edge of the forest next to it lined with an array of traps to hunt animals and fae alike. They couldn’t ignore it, not when it was branded on some people’s very skin.

The land use to belong to that of a small community, who cared for the land and those who roamed it with respect. They would find themselves blessed with markings, ones that belonged to the most powerful of them. Gods that roamed the glen that surrounded them. As time passed their lineage migrated, their prayers died, and the few who moved in treated the creatures that laid beyond the woods as pests. The few that remained with marks were labeled heretics, phantoms of an old cult, or in Zephine’s case, witches.

If it weren’t for her knowledge of medicine, she would have been burned like one years ago. Her mark was that of the deity that even most from the village’s roots feared. Her own parents passed away before she took on the role as the village healer in her adulthood. They had different marks, her father of the autumn, her mother that of day. She inherited the wisdom they had of the fae folk. Not to hunt or kill no, but to maintain balance. To avoid their wrath and mischief.

She was in the woods that afternoon, gathering what remaining seasonal herbs she could. The days were still hot, she didn’t need her cloak just yet but the days growing shorter bit by bit warned that the summer was drawing to a close. She never took what she didn’t need, and not without something in return. She had some sweet bread in tow with her on the journey in exchange for a cluster of lion’s mane and echinacea she didn’t have the chance to retrieve during her last visit.

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As he brought her in closer, Zephine’s other hand lifted to hold his face tenderly. Those butterflies could be felt in her breath, her fingertips. Yet, they gradually moved from his jaw along his neck, resting on his chest.

They slowed, taking in the feeling of the way his purrs rumbled in his chest. The raising of scars that decorated his torso. Pressing her teeth into his bottom lip her mouth began to explore as well. Lips pressing small kisses along his collarbone,curious what parts of him were tender. If they were the same as her own. There was one sport she had learned about at least.

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There was something about this feeling, having hands cup his face so gently and lovingly, that had Loki set to melt. Her timidness was apparent, but it didn’t stop her from touching him as she saw fit. She’d be able to feel his own quickened pulse as her fingers caressed down his neck, and she’d be able to pick up on how skittish his own breath was as her hands settled over his chest. The musculature there shifted unpredictably in between soothing hums as he tried to contain his own excitement, his own yearning.

He felt a tingly prickly sensation across his cheekbones as her teeth gnawed on his bottom lip, and inhaled through his nose sharply as her lips trailed down his jawline to his collarbone. His head tilted back, a silent invitation, while his hands gingerly caressed along her figure.