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@chthonicvindicator-moved-blog
Final Update.
So I’ve decided to move blog after all.
Narsus will be at here
and Mukuro will be at here
Follow me if you want to, if you’re from this old blog I’d definitely follow back! though due to RL my activity will be quite limited as I am entering my final year of diploma in college.
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[There is like 7 replies in queue today and I will probably be inert again for the next few days due to finals. Activity will be lacking, though I will be mostly on @narsussism.
And I just feel that this blog is getting too messy to my liking. I’m seriously considering closing down this one and drop all muses except Narsus and Mukuro and make one blog each for my two favourite characters.
However, this idea is still in debate. I am just seriously considering to start anew.
#off! Going to do assignments.]
Frowning, Hermes doesn’t know whether he is trying to be funny or not and didn’t want to say anything. Eventually his time to become King of Pars would come, but he wasn’t sure when. Surely it would be soon no doubt. He didn’t want to wait until his father lay on his death bed. King Oseroes was starting to fall ill and his time to hand it to his son should be soon.
He worries sometimes about Narsus and these paintings, “I believe I’ve never seen any of these.” He tells the blond, wanting to see one and was rather curious what any of these ‘artworks’ looked like.
“I sure hope they are as good as I picture them to be.” Hermes did have a good eye.
“Worry not, your Highness. While I am a strategist of excellency, I am an even better artist! There would be no glory if there is no art ~ for arts are the very substances that tells the tales of old.”
Well, the last sentence wasn’t exactly a lie, or perhaps to Narsus it wasn’t. The blond had grown to love arts and crafts in conjunction to the moment of day when he fell in love with history. Perhaps too long being buries in documentations burns a desire in the tactician to crave for colours, and whenever he thought of paintbrush swiping across canvas Narsus could never hold back himself- he had far too much love for the arts.
“I suppose your Highness would make a fine appreciator of the brush! You father was, however, l e s s thrilled to see my works but I blame it on his lack of decency to enjoy art.”
🎶 Gieve was much different, he wasn’t like any other. Sharp in the bow and arrow, skilled in the sword and talented of the lute. What could any other girl ask for in a guy?
He wondered what she was thinking, and kept his gaze stared upon Farangis. Ears listening intently to such words, gaze turning to the young Prince then back at her, nodding his head slowly and eyes shut. Deep down, he agrees, somewhat. Yet at the same time, he has a feeling that Arslan is too kind for his own good- despite having to go against the Lusitanian’s and even his ‘cousin’.
Eyes opening and looking away from her to keep his gaze at Arslan for a while longer.
“You are ever so clever, My Lady Farangis. But young as Prince Arslan is, there is still much he has yet to learn, his kindess will get the best of him. I’m sure he can change the way many of us think and win back Ecbatana.”
“That is a given.” said the priestess as she rose to her feet, stoic gaze embedded within emerald eyes as they cast the red-haired man an enigmatic gaze, as if they were yearning to speak silent whispers.
“There is something I wish to speak with you.” she spoke, “Come.” she says and with a turn of shoulders the raven-haired female has already begun making her way to the outsides of the dinning hall- where there were less people and more wind. The Djinns have much to say tonight.
Ah, and so are the stars.
“In that case, I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere, now.” She spoke as if she were expecting for him to be gone by the time she came back. Though she said that, she was merely joking, which may have been evident enough by the playful grin on her face. She left to change into her regular civilian clothes. She liked to wear simple but colorful things. For today she settled on a simple blouse and a flowy skirt. What a stark contrast her personal style was compared to the dark formal attire she’d always be wearing for work.
She finished changing quickly and returned to where Mukuro was. Smiling at him sweetly, “Hai~ Haru just finished changing-desu. She really loves the color of her skirt. Reminds you of spring-desu.” Not only was her style different, but the way she carried herself and spoke were also quite different. A necessary act she thought, to keep people from finding her real identity, or helping people not believe they saw her when she was out at work. Off duty, she was a bubbly and an innocently happy girl that all of her friends knew and loved. “Oh yes, Haru is very ready to leave, Muku-kun~” Seeing as he called her Haru-chan, she saw no reason to avoid calling him by any affectionate name. It was her style to give people nicknames if she could.
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Haru would eat outside every once in a while. She was a person who after all loved to try out new things and to also test how good the food or sweets were at different shops or restaurants. No matter how old she was, her love for confectionaries never changed. She followed Mukuro to a small and quiet place. She hadn’t heard of this place before and so she was curious about the place.
The two were shown to a table and Haru kept looking around until she noticed a menu being passed over to her. Glancing over the menu for a moment, she felt like asking a question: “Do you come here often? Haru is curious about whether or not you have recommendations.”
Seeing as they were out together, might as well attempt to create small talk and then build up. Being silent the whole way through would be too awkward would likely attract some confused attention.
“For business conversations, yes.” the tip of his chin was propped on the dip of his palm, and Mukuro leans lazily to the side, bright eyes watching the menu, then at Haru. "That would be my recommendation.”
Scribbling down his order on a piece of paper he called for the waiter to come by, where Mukuro passes the order over to him casually. He hadn’t forget what it’s like to be free. Free of stress, of watching and prying eyes. For while he was CEO of his running business it did not mean that he was the one who was completely in control - the market was never his playground, manipulated by the wealthy and the powerful. Mukuro was neither, perhaps just a vessel, a point that connects one business to another.
Though he took pride in the success he achieved. He did, after all, built his company empty-hands, yet from where he’d got those money to start his company, remains unknown.
A secret he intends to keep.
“Not loyal? NOT LOYAL? ME? HA! If I’m not loyal to my Queen, then why do we have six children together, HUH?” The mere suggestion that Silas wasn’t loyal to her…it was enough to make him want to snap his paintbrush in half. He didn’t, of course, because it was his favorite paintbrush.
“I’m completely loyal. You, sir, don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. Besides being an amazing artist, I’m also a breathtaking husband.”
“So your co-called Queen is only your wife, I see.” now he could no longer hold the chuckle trapped at the back of his throat. Narsus reads the man like an open book, his pride, dignity, and demeanor all listed on his face, bare for all to read. It was a funny sight, he couldn’t help but thinks. “Bending the meaning of words... you’re not bad yourself. But unfortunately you chose the wrong man to spar with. Have you not known of my name?”
As she boarded onto the flying carpet, the servant mage couldn’t help but smirk from behind his back. She can tell from the way his rukh fluttered suddenly that he was either surprised or impressed by the magic he witnessed before him even if his expression didn’t show him much. Serves him right for underestimating her, she thought.
With a command of magoi, off they flew towards the capital and the palace itself. If this ambassador is already in awe of merely a flying carpet then he’s sure to get even more astounded when he witnesses the very best sight and sounds Kou has to offer. “Be still sir Ambassador, you will see the palace soon enough.”
“I can only imagine.” he commented dryly, looking at the palace now beneath his seat. The maid’s pride of her country obvious on her face, he’d noticed that almost immediately after they first met. Perhaps this Kou emperor has the decency to win the hearts of its people far better than Andragoras ever did.
His king was a good leader, perhaps, but not a good king. He only worries what will become of Pars were Andragoras fell one day- never could a man be forever the victor when it comes to war, for every leader will eventually meet his downfall.
The servant magician tilted her head at the curious but thoughtful stranger. She doesn’t seem familiar with him but senses no hostility. Although she can tell he wasn’t anyone ordinary from the flicker of his rukh but she wouldn’t say that for now.
“It’s alright, I’m not really going anywhere I just needed a vast space with lots of terrain. I’m here to practice my magic you see.”
“I see...” was his simple reply. Even though the demon is a hundred years old he was new to the human world, therefore curiousity would be inevitable, and difficult to feign ignorance too, but the other human was right. He had no ill intents.
“You have a strange aura.” he points out. For Azeal is the keeper of souls and had the ability to see the aura of other beings. Hers was a bright purple, unlike any other. Then the other had said that she uses magic, and that can explain why. “I have met a lot of magic users in my time. Most of them do not bare pleasant memories-” he pauses momentarily, slightly hesitant, “...and you do not either.”
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[There is like 7 replies in queue today and I will probably be inert again for the next few days due to finals. Activity will be lacking, though I will be mostly on @narsussism.
And I just feel that this blog is getting too messy to my liking. I’m seriously considering closing down this one and drop all muses except Narsus and Mukuro and make one blog each for my two favourite characters.
However, this idea is still in debate. I am just seriously considering to start anew.
#off! Going to do assignments.]
the first bite AU
How unfortunate for only the most unlucky of visitors that they do not seem to make it back home. All ambitions ( and worthless mortal ties along with it ) end here; sacrifices to his immoral majesty’s vicarious abyss. My, my. A murderer, was it? … and he has yet to take any of these so called meaningful lives woven in falsified gold and all of it’s gleaming promises by his own hand; and why should he?
There is no freedom for the unjust, sinners cannot hope to challenge destiny unpunished, for she is a cruel mistress who never hesitates to sink her vile claws into the heart of man and oh, he would know. Yes, indeed. She paid him a visit once, after all. .. and now, what mere shadow of a mortal man he used to be wanders, forever shackled by what unearthly torments consequence has wrought.
Ah, but worry not. He is, however, quite intrigued ( still ) with such a turn of events. Why, he can have anyone, anything at his pawned disposal… albeit his cruelties and punishment never once extending to those undeserving of such.
「 ♚ 」— ❝ A rather bold insinuation of you, and quite incorrect by the way. You see, just as you have been watching me, I, in turn, have granted the very same courtesy in turn. There is no place for outside eyes and ears here; they all belong to me. I have yet to touch anything whatever it is that you care for and you should be more than delighted to know that I have absolutely no intention to do so. ❞
“I’m afraid you’re the one who have mistaken.”
His answer was calm, soft, words as careful as their owner’s eyes. He suppose he couldn’t blame the other man, but reality is a cruel truth, and in truth Mukuro rather liked this man, how he was able to spar with words and remain calm at most times, the sort of rare steady atmosphere sitting about him. Whoever he was he wasn’t fazed easily, and Mukuro did always appreciate people who were potentially capable of working wonders.
“There are people I care about, but they are withheld from me, you see; and even with my illusionary visions I am unable to reach them.” which proves how well his employer knows him, and how fearful he is; for Mukuro is known to be the best illusionist among the Mafiaso, and perhaps that was why he was sought, “Orders have been placed. I am not allowed to see them as long as you lived. So have I made myself clear?”
Probably foolish of him to declare his intentions so carelessly, but then he was discovered by the other- thus killing without interaction would have been impossible, but perhaps a fair duel for once, would do his tainted name some justice.
Jaya:
“You won’t owe me anything. No one that my kin helps owes us anything, you being worthy of our help is the only reward we accept.”
It was a double edged sword however, for if Jaya’s kin deemed one as unworthy the kind behavior would be gone, replaced by terror and illusions of deepest fears until the said person either ran from the forest or killed themselves in despair. The prince had seen it happening before, but it was not his doing for the golden haired male had never found someone unworthy up until now, maybe he was a bit too kind.
The pair finally stopped in the middle of a clearing, a circle filled by symbols upon the ground, surrounded by dozens of phrases in languages older than the human race itself.
“It’s the last barrier, the gates should be visible if I stop it’s influence for a moment now…”
Golden orbs turned for a moment to the other, analyzing if Ezster was fine- this part of the forest was likely to attack any foreign presence harsher than any other, thus the Death God was probably at risk.
He watched for a moment there and silently Ezster wonders if these things will ever be discovered by the human kind- perhaps not, perhaps some things in the world is not made to be known, only to be kept secret, in respect to those who made them and even after death, they keep it.
“These languages are old.” he comments in awe, wine-red eyes watching the scripted embedded on the circle not quite the ones he’d seen before. “So old that not even I have heard of them.” And in the castle, when he was still prince, back in the 16th century, Ezster was taught every possible language his father thought he should know, therefore he could read most of the languages that were known during his time, even hieroglyphs.
Perhaps forest magic does have their perks, after all, and the reaper runs a delicate finger across those cravings...
Karoku:
The leader was far too gone inside his mind to actually register anything that was happening around him. The only feeling slowly engulfing him was the pure panic at the idea of loneliness, and at the idea that the informant broker was the sole reason for it. How stupid could he have been? This was no longer a game, for such a long time now, and the azure eyed male succumbed to weakness, his attachment growing by the day without the blue haired man even observing it- until now. Now, when Mukuro was going away, now when there was nothing to fight for, nothing to make a plan for… Alone.
The hand on his shoulder comes as a shock, the action of invading his personal space registered as a threat by Karoku’s confused brain, and pale hands act before the consequences or the target are judged upon. The azure diamond shaped ring opens, revealing the small needle inside, it’s poison akin to a sleeping deadly curse, and before a second can pass the metal stings the informant broker.
Only now do blue orbs widen in pure shock and horror, words finally going through the tangled thoughts, and the leader of Kafka stops breathing for a second as his gaze silently watches the informant broker- Karoku knew, the poison will take effect immediately and it was impossible to resist it… What has he done?
He could feel the poison surge through his veins, surprise and shock reflected in the iries of mismatch eyes where his body had failed to register the pain. His mind desperate for the answer of the other’s actions more than he’d worry for his own death. He knew of that ring, from his information of Karoku, and every time he enters the Kafka leader’s home Mukuro would waste a minute or two to glance at it on Karoku’s finger. But never in his life would he imagine himself being on of its victims.
“Karo..ku....... w..hy...”
Words failed to make themselves coherent as his grip tightens around the other’s arm, quickly losing its warmth as his skin turned a deathly pale. Is he really going to die like this? Killed by the one person he’d fell in love for unbidden, so unplanned, so unexpected. And the funniest part of this all is that Mukuro knew about it, but until the end he still could not muster the courage to tell him.
You had so many chances before, why would you want to kill me now?
This being his final thought, before darkness finally claims his vision.
Shahzad Melle:
Melle was once again impressed by Narsus’s schemes and once again the half-elf was blessing the choice of having him in his service, for this human was far more intelligent and cunning that half of the people in his council, if not than all of them. If only the other elves could see humans can have such stunning capabilities… But that was not a thing to wonder about in the middle of the battle and the snow haired male pushed aside the idea, his focus once again on his surroundings, the drawn sword in his hands.
Emerald glance took in the details around, spotting Maer a few feet away, fighting a group of the remaining soldiers- by the looks of it the twin had no need for help, he seemed to be able to stand his own more than well… A thing to be noted in case Shahzad were to ever battle the other one.
“Looking for me, scum?”
Was the harsh inquiry as soon as the former knight spotted Naes, the other obviously looking for someone with his desperate glance. It wasn’t hard to guess who was his gaze searching for, as it wasn’t hard to guess a duel between them was required in order to offer this entire mess the proper closure. The snow haired fighter did not look to Narsus now, he knew the man was able to stand his own against elves- after all they had a little fight of their own once- and the entire attention of the prince was on the greedy bastard and his actions.
Panic grips the spin of the other king and Naes did not hesitate to draw his sword, the dozen of guards that he has left secluding him in a defensive circle. The elf laughs in amusement, “Very clever, Melle Shahzad, but it seems you’ve forgotten one very important thing.” the tone of voice turns down to a hiss as tongue flickers, sharp as a serpent’s, “If you do kill me, do you seriously think a few inhabitants of a desolated, forgotten village is enough to go against Mahuriat’s main army?”
At his words Narsus’ smile fades into a thin frown, noting the point in the other’s speech and in truth the adviser cannot muster the words to say that the other is completely wrong. True, he had gotten rid of the palace guards and those who are in charge of the king’s personal safety but having to go against Naes’ full forces would make them greatly outnumbered.
“It is a possibility that I have not overlooked, thus if things takes a turn for the worst we would simply kill everyone here and hold you hostage.” before Narsus realizes what he’s doing the blond slowly taking a step back, and even though his words may seemed haughty, there was not the faintest sign of pride in it; for back in Pars, the code of a warrior never allows them to play on dirty tricks. “Though all your Highness is concerned of is Haera itself; we have no intentions of meddling with the affairs of another country.... Unless of course, if Maer is right and he is the rightful king of Mahuriat, then you have committed a crime beyond forgiveness.”
Nicoletta:
“I don’t know what I am for sure.” She said while still wondering about the male’s intentions and verything about him in general.”I am sure you aren’t some angel yourself, budd.”
Well, she wasn’t wrong. And he wasn’t reluctant to point it out either. “That is correct. I am not an angel - far from one, in fact, I am a demon.”
Pharom:
┊┊✝ 𝕮𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖒 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆．．．✝┊┊
Pharom had managed to get into a fight, and was almost instantly arrested, especially when they removed the hood and noticed who he was. They felt like they had just bagged a good thing, and decide to put him in prison as they awaited to pluck his head from his body and claim a reward from the king. Pharom wasn’t fazed however, since he knew that fate wasn’t finished with him yet. He had a duty to fulfil.
They roughly moved him along, removed his belongings, armour and weapons and practically threw him behind bars, joining the rest of the prisoners. For one cell, it was large, but the amount of people sitting within it seemed to cause overcrowding… What was going on here?! Why were there so many people in this cell? Pharom was surprised with how many people remained in here still, wondering what their fate was. He frowned at the conditions as he remained in there, waiting for Narsus to break him out.
“I am here.” He calmly stated to the other as he heard his name. “I must say, there sure is an over crowding problem within this cell, don’t you agree?”
He had then joined his side, knowing that before he left, he needed to obtain his weapons and armour back. There would be no end to it if he returned without those… That and he would never forgive himself, since they were especially forged by his father before he had died. They were special to him.
“I shall allow all of you to make your escape, but in the meantime, I am obtaining my belongings back.”
┊┊✝ ．．．𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖚𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖒. ✝┊┊
Narsus makes it a habit to be familiar with the place he’s in. And now his efforts were proving its point as quick hands draw his sword and Narsus begins cutting down the locks upon those cages. Time was tight -they were left a mere two hours before dawn and by then Narsus knew they should be leaving the prison and he on their way, however, he wouldn’t leave without Pharom.
“I shall go with you.” he says, and he’s sure that the other knows it’s an order, not a question. “There is a store room a level above this one, it’s likely your weapons are kept there.”
“Though we wouldn’t be able to reach there without a fight. Soldiers are thick in that path, but I will be your shield.”
Beloved Sethos:
┊┊✝ 𝖁𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖔 𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖚𝖒．．．✝┊┊
The look of pain failed to be removed as he remained there with Mukuro, now realising that he was having to tell him about what was troubling him. He was in pain, and it was both emotional and physical pain that was cursed upon the demon. When the other asked him to, he frowned slightly and looked at the other, allowing his shadows to guide his eyes to look Mukuro dead in his.
“I… don’t think I will be alive or your next lifetime, Mukuro.” He said to the other, not wanting to upset the other, but he didn’t allow himself to lie either. “I was cursed as a child, and the end is coming close. I can feel it.”
He then heard him whisper something in his ear, which caused his heart to ache. Did it hurt? It always hurt. His life was full of emotional torture, as well as physical pain that engulfed him more and more as time went on.
“Yes… it hurts.” he said as a whisper as well. “It also causes me to be emotionally unstable on times… I don’t think I can handle it anymore…”
Lie? Sethos wouldn’t even dream of lying to the man that he loves! He was too loyal to that.
┊┊✝ ．．．𝖉𝖆𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖒. ✝┊┊
He should’ve expected this coming. Life to Mukuro had always been a ridiculous joke, for no matter how hard he tried, how much he wished, God had abandoned his every need.
There’s a reason why he stopped believing in Fate a while ago. Fate wasn’t destiny. Fate wasn’t given. It was made, and thus far Mukuro had made his with his own two hands, suffered the price for which he paid knowingly and would eventually grow to hate the person he had become. Yet despite all these years, some people were never destined to change, in attitude or in personality. Mukuro is one of these people.
“So you are going to accept fate and just die like that?” he couldn’t help but sound cold, though in truth he was merely struggling to accept the truth. The truth that Sethos’ life is slowly coming to an end and he hated how he could only watch it happen.
Qing Long:
“ Ah! It’s you! Yue! ”
A bit surprised at the sudden voice. Bringing his attention towards the other in with a smile on his face. Qing, being the cutest little button ever seen, went over to him just for a little kiss.
“ I haven’t seen you in such a long time! ”
Hearing the other’s voice was a relief to the former sea prince, but having Qing walking over to him and leaning in for an unexpected kiss surprised him even for the more.
Under normal circumstances the dragon would have snapped at the other. He never liked having his personal space invaded, and yet....
”You did not ask for permission.” he gave the other a light pat over the cheek, pushing him away playfully “How daring.”
