" i know what it is to lose half of one's soul. " / @ordervessel
seethe , for the wound is still fresh. wrath is temporarily contained , for it is destined to spill. it had been some time ( time he had not counted — ) since the everlasting lord of leyndell had truly fallen. the protection of the tree had failed him , just as he had expected. to follow one who had already given up , it was foolish. yet , mohg wished he hadn't won that bet. ❝ you need not remind me. ❞ venom spits from his words , looming over the fractured god if only in height & not of power. there lives two sides. good & evil ; light & darkness ; morgott & mohg ; all which were always two sides of the same coin. it could not compare to what the fractured god experiences , incapable of recognizing what insecurities could stem. yet he was his other half. words had been long silenced , secrets never told , & intentions shrouded in the thick cloud of their fated ambitions. stand atop the platform to the golden tree , the rays seemingly slipping underneath his flesh to merely boil from his accursed blood.
he could never love this damned tree , & he would never dare try. if it truly wished the best , if it truly was so holy , it would not have turned away from the one who cherished it the most. turn from the entrance of what most would consider their salvation , & begin to walk away. mohg did not have the tolerance to handle company when torn by bottled grief , much less from one who might stroke the flame of the past. it was all too much , & he did not wish for pity. ❝ forgive my rudeness , but i must take my leave. ❞ —( i cannot stay here any longer. )
" i'm not going to hurt you. how close do i have to get without splitting you open to make you believe that ? "
a voice which rips beneath hardened flesh. words unheard , words that wrestled within the deepest pit of his stomach. they sat , the faint glow of glintstone illuminating the comfort of duvet & abandoned pillows. closer they had grown , an unbelievable feat for one so enamored with the blood that flows in all that lives. revel in small talk , lovek's reliability & lending ear one he could always count on. to speak of what ? of absolutely anything , from the ramblings of a mad man to the simple disagreement of choices , animals , & whatever else might spring from the conversation. it had become habit , & a bad one at that.
left speechless , mohg had taken a moment to think. ❝ i do not think you're capable of splitting me open , lovek. ❞ deflection , a weak one at that. nonetheless , a small grin spread upon a fanged mouth , eye reflecting uncertainty. there is truth in what they had said , yet ... it is not easy to relax when hand-fed violence from such a young age. absolute carnage , if one could call death as such. ❝ perhaps one of these days we shall spar. to test your limits. ❞ to truly see if she could handle it all , for vehement wrath always led his ambitions. / @adenial
𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, the cold cradling against his bones as he peers past the boy (always a boy, never more than that, the same as it has been with every child and always will be) to a realm that still echoes with a distant note that becomes more discernible with time. While he himself has not set foot within this place, to be here unearths a relic of a past he’s always hesitated to claim. An age of ancient gods that still survives within him through lullabies and forgotten verse. The same that he has recited to his children, each held with such abiding love against his breast. Would that he could have carried the babe that Mohg had been, nurtured him gently within his arms and hummed those same songs of eld. ‘Tis not his sin to bear and yet the mark of it is carved upon his heart all the same — for he is Marika and she is Radagon. Their sins one and the same, their punishments shared and unrelenting.
Such as it’d been decreed by powers greater than he. Yet even eternal torment proves to be fleeting in the end. Naught within this world or the next is everlasting. The frailty of the soul proves as much. Released from the Erdtree for a brief reprieve only to be swept into another strange nightmare. He toes about the edges of a yawning chasm when he sits across from Mohg. Though he promises no harm, still Radagon senses the danger that is as present and near enough to be felt as claws dragging across his skin. Mohg has taken him, that much he can determine. Just how when last he remembers was sharing in the comfort and protection of the First Elden Lord. Surely Godfrey would not have allowed him to be swept away and yet here he, having been insensate for days, if not longer.
“Thou hast… prospered in the intervening years.” He notes the finery that Mohg has garbed himself in, enough gold to rival the adornments he’d donned in his time as Elden Lord. “Yet for all of thine efforts to walk beyond the confines of thy prison, thou hast returned to the depths once more.” For how his mind churns, he remains impassive — the learned behaviors shed aside to stone like affectation. ‘Tis easier simply not to acknowledge the uneasiness that sits in the hollow of his chest, pooling beneath the burning filaments of the Elden Ring. To remain calm, disaffected, allows him not to flinch when Mohg throws back words once spoken, like to have been done in mockery of the past. “For what purpose wouldst thou have sought to bear me to thine… abode. Surely ‘twas not in want of a reunion to reminisce of our brief time spent together. Lest thy purposes are less honest than thou wouldst claim.”
confusion which flickered upon once slumbering eyes soon were shrouded with an emotion mohg could not put a finger on. to gaze upon this relic of the past , the fumes of burning emotion did not hesitate to strike. he did not know when his grip had tightened ever so. the gentle flame of doubt had risen from such , & as quick as it had lit , his resolve to follow heeding words snuffed the light out. retrieve him , she had whispered , & he had done such so. yet underneath the veil of loving guidance , he had mistaken in not asking for sainted clarity. what was he to do now , mother ? to have brought the god of an ever dying tree to the audience of the dimly lit depths , there must be more to it all. the sacrifice must have not been enough if such secrets still were unraveled. solemnly , he allowed such thoughts to hide , cramped beneath the everlooming situation. for the altered fate of radagon was truth enough.
the retrieval was not easy. knowledge of his encounter with their blessed god kept hushed , & the blood which had been swallowed by the earth out of sight. it had taken several sunrises to put a plan to motion , for the notion of two lords had proven a greater threat than the task itself. still , even if accomplished with minor casualty , he would allow it to be deemed as a victory. rows of teeth were swept with a grin , the reminder of such a blasphemous deed feeding relished retribution. his gaze would not falter , even if in the presence of a figure of long past. ❝ i found the rays of thy golden tree to be... displeasing. i am sure mine brother would disagree. ❞ for who would have thought one so accustomed to the forgotten mire he was abandoned to considered it comfort. surely none other than himself could acclaim such a statement , & even so it was not something he would ever be ashamed in admitting.
❝ i has't nay foul intentions towards thee. guidance was merely bestow'd upon me , & so i was destined to showeth thee mine own domain. ❞ glorious visions , ones which glistened upon the puddles of blood he had offered himself. yet he did not have all of the pieces to why radagon was meant to be taken underground. sweeping the fractured god to a place long lost , & enlightening the flame of the past left untouched , that was all he was shown. & with that , it had been all he has accomplished. ❝ i am more than welcome to show thee all i has't acquired. ❞
quotes from the first book of carissa broadbent's crown of nyaxia series . might be spoilery but i didn't include names . tw for cursing , death , suggestive content .
for all your vampire , enemy ( to lovers ) & reluctant allies dynamics . * feel free to change roles , pronouns .
𝙸. 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝙺.
" don't look away. "
" this place is a fucking disaster. "
" never guessed you were pretty under all of that. "
" i take no criticism from a drowned rat like you. "
" which reminds me, i have something for you. "
" made me think of you. "
" it's a good color for you. "
" youth is wasted on the young. beauty, too. "
" you're sweet. prickly, but sweet. in an acidic sort of way. like a pineapple. "
" i'm tired. tired of being afraid. "
" crazy old bitch. "
" don't drink yourself to death. "
" you're dead here. try again. "
𝙸𝙸. 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.
" you are prey in a world of predators. "
" may the Mother guide you. "
" i was trying to save your life. "
" i'm not a fool. "
" are you deaf, or just stupid? "
" you're unfriendly. "
" ally with me. "
" top of the eastern tower. if you change your mind. "
" you'll be easy to kill later. "
𝙸𝙸𝙸. 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.
" a gift from a goddess. "
" i have a gift for you. "
" you're a demanding little thing, aren't you? "
" becasue i'm nice and pretty. "
" OPEN. THIS. FUCKING. DOOR. "
" remember right now exactly how lucky you are. "
" i feel sorry for her. "
" that was a foolish decision. "
" i taught you better. "
" i would have been there, if i could. "
" keep those teeth ready, little serpent. "
" watch their back, but don't let them see yours. "
" use him. but never allow him to use you. "
" what in the seven fucking hells is wrong with you? "
" we can't cooporate if you won't let me get close to you. "
" i won't even dignify that with a response. "
" you're working against me, not with me. "
" you are afraid of me. "
" i'm not going to hurt you. how close do i have to get without splitting you open to make you believe that? "
" i don't know how i ever thought this was gonna work. "
" don't let them take her. "
𝙸𝚅. 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙵 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.
" you're many things. but a good actress is not one of them. "
" we're losing moonlight. "
" don't you worry about me. "
" get the fuck away from her. "
" i'll be back. don't burn to death. "
" i called and called but he wouldn't answer. "
" we're surrounded by those who would like to see us dead. "
" don't forget those teeth of yours. you will need them. "
" daughter of the moon. welcome. "
" i'm sorry for what i'm about to do to you. "
" i'm glad your bedside manner is about as delicate as i would have expected. "
" too late for that. you're stuck with me. "
" did you miss me? "
" i'm coming for you. "
" you worried me. i should have known better. "
𝚅. 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.
" return to the church at sundown. "
" you were fucking magnificent. "
" something bothers you. "
" a dance? "
" one more dance. "
" give me one honest thing. "
" are you going to kill me? "
" you might destroy me anyway. "
" that wasn't how i'd imagined making you come for the first time. "
" you seem to be good at winning the hearts of ill-tempered creatures. "
" we have enough if we ration. "
" it finally happened. you've lost your mind. "
" after everything, you're still afraid of me? "
" i'm not a fucking animal. "
" didn't think i'd see you again. "
" you said it yourself. you don't have a choice. "
" you can still say no. "
" don't do anything stupid. "
" we need to run right now. "
𝚅𝙸. 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.
" you look them in the eye. "
" i gave you everything. i made you all that you are. "
" don't look at me that way. "
" kiss me. "
" we'll probably die tomorrow. "
" show me something worth living for. "
" i've done a lot of thinking about you. "
" i would beg, for you, i would. "
" you have fucking destroyed me. "
" there she is. "
" give me a fair fight and i'll give you a fair death. "
" i'm glad it was you. "
" end it. "
" i know what it is to lose half of one's soul. "
" so many mistakes in the end. never you. "
" you're safe. "
𝚅𝙸𝙸. 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.
" i was ready to let it all go for you. "
" that is the stupidest plan i have ever heard. "
" we will find the answers. "
" everything looks so much more peaceful now, doesn't it? "
" power is a bloody business. "
" and there is no one i would rather have beside me. "
" i give you my body. i give you my blood. i give you my soul. "
" i'd like to be alone. "
" you look like shit. "
" better this than dead. "
" what's the plan? "
" you can find me when you need me. "
three words for a drabble: sun, pride, pastry :) [from @bloodrosebriars]
𝔐 | drabbles. | @bloodrosebriars
celebration. it was a rare sight to see , for much accomplished had been mere stepping stones for their dynasty. it had taken time to reach the peak of what they had been working so hard for. for what mohg had been working so hard for. it was as if the fake starry sky they had been living under knew as well , their shimmering brighter than ever. it had not been his idea to celebrate such meager accomplishments , for he did not know how to celebrate truly. victories , he would put it as. battles upon foes that were once greater than him , to merely survive from their claws.
an idea spoken into existence from loyal acolyte , a tainted white mask shrouding intentions with every word. yet he knew his faith towards dearest mother was undeniable , & unbreakable when it came to himself. he had left the small details with him , simply setting the date. the intricate details would be best in the hands of a surgeon. it had been merely days since the announcement of such a frivolous event , yet mohg could hear the whispers of excitement throughout mausoleum. each phrase spilled unrelenting praise upon cradling mother dearest & luminary equally. blessed were they to receive such unwavering love , eternally grateful to be recognized underneath their divine luminary. it would drive any in such a position to madness , yet he had the guidance of truth & in his accursed blood was the power to rule.
he sat upon stone , chiseled by those who wandered before , as he awaited for cherished guests to arrive. appointed nobility would soon revel in the sight of his grace , those only trusted enough to be in his presence. there were exceptions , for those who worked under the shroud of fog & aided in their acquirement would be awarded with their title of knights. still , he did not wish to entertain tonight , the whispers of his indecent instinct to shelter himself from crowds yanking him down. so much time had passed , yet he could not find himself to entomb such habits. mohg exhaled , thoughts quickly brushing past the memory of a time so long ago , & stood. his outfit held regal ornaments , molded from gold & pinned upon esteemed robe. the blood of battles & sacrifices past had been washed away — thy must keep up appearances , milord. — with the addition of repair wherever it might have needed it.
what he would do without varre , he honestly did not know. as if he had known of his sulking mood , his treasured worshipper slipped into view. gentle were the compliments thrown at the luminary , feverish emotion hidden beneath his words. yet , he knew it was time , & hopeful to retire to his beloved empyrean as soon as possible , waved a clawed hand to cease such flattery. in a few hours time the frenzied blessings & whispers would stop. it was only then he would find time to think of other matters. mohg picked up his trident , which had its rest upon the same stone as he , & gripped it tight within his hand.
so they walked. past the towering statues & closer to where gentle music played & the sound of voices could be heard. led by varre , he began to climb the steps to the makeshift stage. hasty was the wave of silence in his arrival , the mere jingling of gold & the metal ringing of his trident all which encompassed the room. a speech , he was told , he was to deliver. to ensure undeviating faith & hope to nobles & knights alike. as he took centerstage , the music slowly waned out as the attention focused on him & him only. he raised his trident & slammed the bottom upon the ground , to announce his destined arrival.
❝ honored guests , ❞ he began , rasp clinging upon words. ❝ i am humble to host this celebration to our recent triumph to our holy dynasty. gentle knights, tonight i wish to bring light of thy united accomplishment. thy collective bravery shows no end, for every drop of blood spilled is blessed with thy truth. thou hast brought an end to tarnished unable to recognize the radiance of our love, those whom had wished our demise. in thy heroic broil , thou hast saved those whom canst not protect themselves. those whom seek to be stronger, whom would to hast their own future, & those whom wish to be merely loved.❞ fervid passion seeped in every word as he lifted his arms to the sky , sharpened prongs glittering underneath the fake sky. ❝ may tonight's festivities be a momento of thy devotion to her, & to her never-ending love. may our loving mother forever guide us to our divine truth ! ❞
the eruption of cheers could be heard , followed by the clinking of glass & the fumbling of wine freshly opened. luckily , underneath all the noise , the forceful exhale of his could not be heard. he would see this dynasty till its bitter end , he would be sure of it. mohg stood atop the staircase , simply watching as the musicians continued their melody & the tension of his arrival slowly slipped to true celebration. sparing a glance to varre , he motioned for him to keep watch of it all. mayhap to enjoy in some festivities himself. it would do mohg no good if his loyalist collapsed of exhaustion from his work. though hesitant , varre slowly descended from the steps , disappearing within the crowd of robed nobles & bold knights. the isolation from it all was comfort , if not for the occasional toast from the distance. there were more unfamiliar faces , more he did not care to learn unless their craven aid was needed.
❝ hell of a speech there, milord. ❞ ah, of course. how could he forget the most recent recruit. he was not sure how such a bastardly man could have been so quiet , his words snapping gaze towards him. ❝ i would hast added a smidge more to it, thou very had 'em captivated with thy words. i could hear myself breathe, e'en ! ❞ the adamant underlining of mockery was clear atop such flattery. it was enough to make mohg look away , the tingle of annoyance bitterly shoved to the depths. alberich , one knight he had not intended on relying on for needless bloodshed. he would not be surprised if it was the only thought which graced his mind. if there was more , the man did not make it known. seemingly ignoring his presence , he spoke.❝ it would be unwise to use such flattery here. if one hears thy words they would not be pleased. ❞
❝ take 'em as thou shall, milord. ❞ speech was interrupted with the swallow of wine , its remnants spilling upon garbs. ❝ — really , thou should'st try a drink, milord ! its been the best i've had in a while. ❞ mayhap his follower had been among those celebrating for far too long before the ceremony , alberich’s snickering louder than his own thoughts. he allowed the pause in absentminded conversation to scan his sight to the others. it had not gotten rowdy quite yet , presence of their divine luminary keeping small order. they will not peer upon him as their equal , for the knowledge bestowed upon them all came from the very blood he possessed. displaced as they may be , those who wished to be masters of their own fate would always receive her loving embrace. even to those who had wandered in by mere chance.
❝ i do not wish to interrupt their festivity. if i very wish to have myself a drink, i will. without company. ❞ the bitter snark which coats his words is a pleasing change to his routine indifferent tone. to stand as a figure is a tiring role indeed , & as much as it might displease others , he found the acceptance of crude words a breath of fresh air. yet , he would still deny the pulling curl of his lips if questioned. the infliction in tone was quick to be caught by the other , another laugh bubbling upon his response. ❝ then find yourself without some. all work no play seems like an awful existence. — oh finally ! ❞
the arrival of freshly cooked food lingered in the air as it made its way deeper into the room. the smell was pleasant enough to mask the stinging copper which dragged no matter where one might go. yet for him , it was a familiar scent. the nimble nature of one really showed under the influence of sweet wine , for if the stairs were any taller he was sure aldrich would have tumbled down & still continued on his way. assuming it was the end of such a short encounter , mohg took it upon himself to leave. mayhap he would indulge tonight , for the dynasty would find itself silent from booze & overly full stomachs. lifting the end of his treasured trident , the small clinking of extra gold followed his turn.
he had not taken more than a few steps before a rather violent tug made him turn his head. ❝ — one of these ! ❞ except for the last few words , he could not truly tell what alberich had said. the crumbs scattered upon his cheek & food still yet to have been chewed muffled his words , yet the smile still remained. looking farther down , he could see an uneaten pastry , topped with a berry he did not know of. offering or not , mohg took his free hand & picked it up from his pale palm. he was careful to not shred it with sharpened claws , yet the crumbs slowly scattered on to the floor. when did they appoint such bakers to make food other than roasted meat & vegetables ?
watching as alberich released his grip from his robe , mohg brought it upon himself to share a speck of appreciation. ❝ enjoy thy self , thou never knows when blessed blood shall spill its last. ❞ if the smugness which radiated off of the other told him anything , was that he had played into his hand. satisfied with that , he saw the brim of a jeweled hat scatter upon the other knights , & understandingly towards more of the gracious feast. it was then , he took his exit. when finally alone , away from any peering eyes , he feasted upon the small delicacy.
baffling was it all , if not blasphemous for one who lived in death to seemingly arise from the ashes. if not for the ripped paintings which sat beside the stone bed in their late mother's chambers , he would not have recognized the faded image of his brother. great rune long stolen had quivered in the presence of godwyn , almost disgusted with the fact that he had survived & yet still breathes alongside the living. he had closed a gaping mouth , teeth clicking together & composure regaining even in the light of one he did not expect to encounter. even with the dulled tones , he was a splitting image of what he once was. godwyn the golden , one who was appointed as a beacon of light among those who basked underneath their graceful tree. it was a shame , for even in the limbo of purgatory , the calling of grace could not leave such matters alone.
❝ thou stand among the living. ❞ as if to solidify the reality of the situation , his words were whispered. he refused to let his long lost brother stray from his sight , feverish eye soaking in the current state he was in. for all of his past glory , he was reduced to a mere living ghoul. ❝ thou are an enigma, in the flesh. ❞ even with the offer to answer any query , he did not know where to possibly start. how long has it been since his untimely reincarnation ? was he in search of his siblings ? what were his true intentions ? nonetheless , he must ask at least one. followed by a deep exhale , he took yet another moment to gather his thoughts. ❝ thou hast been freed, so why do thou come beneath thy cursed tree ? i would hast thought thou missed the sky. ❞
🧊 » what does your character first notice about another individual ? ; 💎 » does your character feel they have passed up chances that they presently regret ? describe what they were .
𝔐 | hc's ; open !
🧊 » if you would put a stranger in front of mohg he would first notice their stature , they way they hold themselves. body language was very important when raised in the sewers , for it would be a good sign if another omen was in a good mood or in a very bad one. will it start with aggression ? or will it be neutral ? he tries to be very aware of who is around & where they stand too , mainly for his lack of vision when it comes to the enormous horns he has on his head. he does not care for dress or if they are wearing anything crazy. he finds the shoulders important , where their hands might be placed , & if they are leaning away or towards him. if not body language , he would look at their eyes. they tell a lot , & can tell even more than the body can. their intentions , the emotions held behind those eyes.
for someone he might know a bit better he would not base it off of their body language but more of their voice. their tone , the small inflictions that might mean something greater. he had learned upon his days out in the lands between , before mohgwyn & all that , that the voice can really imply more. he prefers to hear their voice than look at them if the circumstances are relaxed enough , for his vision is not the best. & that doesn't account for his peripheral , somebody take him to the eye doctor cause the darkness really fucked it up.
💎 » for chances , i feel like he regrets not escaping earlier. to take his brother by the hand & truly leave leyndell. he does not want anything to do with it , & he wished that his brother did not carry such a strong faith towards the tree. the years of horror & confinement the two had gone through would have been over if they had left before the shackles were put in place , to truly breathe fresh air & find their own path beyond the fog. though the would still need to survive , he would do it if it meant he could be with his brother.
yet even then , this regret slowly fades through time after the shattering. it all shaped and led him to his true mother , to the one who would hold & love him. the one who would comfort & give him the truth he felt like he deserved. all it needed was a little bit of his blood , a bit of his blessed blood to lead him to greater heights. his regrets & remorse had been overshadowed by the new title they put on him , by the dynasty she said he was to lead for the beginning of the empyrean's future. for someone who did not believe in faith , he became just like his brother in the end.
“Prithee, brother, perish the thought,” said Morgott, shaking his head.
“It is... Unbefitting, for one such as I,” he started. "To allow myself to be clad in garmants of regality. I wish not to engage in such vanity. This cloak suits me well, as it always has."
For that was all he was worthy for. But he need not speak of such words in Mohg's presence, for he would surely argue against the notion.
Though Mohg's wounds were now healed, Morgott nevertheless showed a certain level of concern. As the Lord of Blood rose, Morgott was quick to aid him, if necessary.
His concerns were unfounded, however. And Mohg showed no sign of weakness. On the contrary, he showed a certain exuberance.
"I... I did only what was necessary," said Morgott, bowing his head.
"Thy wounds are healed... My heart is... At ease... This nostalgia radiats only from thy heart."
... And though he was not quick to show it, he was truly glad. But the notion bothered him, nevertheless, that Mohg had suffered so at the blade of an omenkiller.
❝ my offer will always stand , brother. ❞ for he knew how morgott carried himself. always one to refuse such things , yet his brother deserved more than the what little was offered beneath the earth. he gazed upon his clawed hands , flexing with newly found strength. though the incantations of their golden tree was one he could never use , his brother's adeptness to it was incredible. he switched focus to his brother , now standing next to him , & offers yet another smile. ❝ i am at ease as well. it is not my time to perish , nor thou's. we shall see the end together, prithee. ❞ he brought his sight up to the other's , smile reminiscing more of a grimace. for the end can arrive whenever , but he would not let it happen to his brother as long as he had the power to do so. perhaps he would place some nobles to overseer the sunken sewers , to spread their forsaken blood across the decayed ground & offer it to their loving mother. he would pocket the thought , for the idea of the destruction of apathetic hunters satisfies the hunger he holds so close. it less than a moment , he placed a more serious tone to his words. ❝ i do not mean to bring these matters up again , yet if it risks us both... we must speak of it. ❞ he brushes away the fresh memory of it all , & bitterly continued. ❝ i will have him searched once i return , if it holds any meaningful connections i will inform thee. however , if none know of thy true visage , thou should not worry. ❞
you would not be wrong to assume mohg had been under the heavy weight of boredom. he was not nimble , nor did dancing entertain him as much as hosting his blessed nobles. the taste of ripe fruit & sweet wine could be easily remembered. so he spun , round & round till even his iron stomach could falter — until it had been put to a jerking stop. his eye snapped to fixate on lovek , absent-mindedness replaced with a sneaking smile. even with his permanent grin , it did not stop him from attempting to stretch it wider. ❝ my apologies , i grew a bit restless you see. ❞ a soft chuckle could be heard , clawed fingers wrapping around their recently placed hand. immense was the strength they withheld , & he found it odd to not mind it at all. the life of nobility was one he still needed to accustom himself of , the pressing luxury loyal followers give something he could always do without. & yet , they insisted without fail. slow , his robe swayed with the start of their gentle waltz. the tempo was interrupted upon each mistake on his end , movement either a little too quick or dragging behind. if he must be honest , his forte was speech , enveloping his webbed intentions & catching those unsuspecting to pledge to his cause. the power of words is one he wished to master fully , & one day it will be. with another obvious misstep , the pit of annoyance began to form. ❝ i don't believe i am fit to dance , lovek. ❞
𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, does he think himself once more in a familiar nightmare. There is the oppressive dark, of a stifling heaviness that comes only with being buried beneath so many layers of pressure and weight. Imprisoned yet again. Trapped. Punished for the sins of his failures. His heart is in his throat like to burst free ere he swallows it down. No. The moment passes. Sense and logic slot into the place where exhaustion has stolen his wits. Already does he know that too much is different from the prison he knows too intimately. He breathes, the scrape of hard stone against his fingers as he curls them into fists and pushes himself up, his braid falling over his shoulder that he would have unbound ere he’d retired for the night. Yet another sign that something is amiss.
Naught of what he discerns is familiar as he peers about, beholding architecture bearing only the barest echo of civilizations of eld. Though what he notes above all else is the pervading scent of blood, the coppery tang of it nigh saturating every breath though he sees no clear source from whence it came. However it is that he’s arrived to this place someone has deigned to place him upon a stone bench. ‘Tis fortunate indeed he’s not susceptible to the foibles of a mortal body in which such hard surfaces would leave aches to joints and muscles. Though still there is a lingering lethargy to his movements, the veil of sleep still clinging to his awareness.
He looks up to the sound of approaching footsteps, a large and imposing form that sweeps within the room imperiously. And though there’d been a span of uncountable years since Radagon had last lain eyes upon this man, he recognizes him nigh immediately. “Mohg?” He tries to sit and clutches his head, utterly confused at this persisting weakness. That he’s still to recover to his full strength has oft been a point of frustration, yet this is worse than usual. “Where am I? How art thou here as well?” For the haze of sleep that dulls his wits, is he able to tie strings together and suspects a dread truth as he peers at the boy turned man afore him. / @caediis
rejoice , for enlightenment was bestowed upon their luminary. revel , for the wounds that he had feverishly carved upon his skin were at long last , blessed. blood from his own mortal body was poured , all for a mere glimpse of guidance from their dearest mother. the truth he had desperately chased after , for all they had created under her formless name was at a blatant standstill. beloved miquella , why would he not awaken ? dreams filled with riddles & scenes of the future the empyrean would create. mohg had given his body to nourish , trailing behind a silent cocoon whose presence offered nothing but hope to the followers of a stained dynasty. it was then , he had decided to offer himself to the truth. for the one who had given him love had only one requirement to achieving it , blood. & he would not hesitate to do it again , for the loving embrace of pain is one he is not afraid of. she had truly blessed their path. so underneath the illuminating moon , he had done what she had asked of him — retrieve the fractured god.
days upon days he laid upon the stone. unmoving , yet alive. it was undetermined how he was , & even under the mist of the unknown , he had left his care upon his most loyal. it was only when the whispers of his awakening had reached him , he ushered to where he had left him last. how long had it truly been ? acquainted during youth , when his fate was still being written underneath the golden rays. it had been far too long — & far too much has changed. ❝ thee has't been asleep for far too long.❞ coarse was the voice that spoke , standing from a distance to overlook the slumbering man. he did not look a day older than when they had met last.
the chatter of gold hung upon his attire followed as he approached , only to stop mere feet from the other. he could not bring himself to get any closer. it was as if nostalgia of a time long past had come & struck him in the face. when he had been imprisoned beneath the light of their dreaded tree & the unwavering eyes of mother long abandoned. yet , he knows , the innocence of ignorance will not last. this reunion will only be the catalyst of what their future will become , even if so blessed. ❝ do not fear. i did not come to harm thee. — only to render what aid thou may require. ❞
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