Felicitous vanitas

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based on this suggestions blog.  warning:  these are pretty dark/angry  &  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding!!

‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  &  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me?  ’ ‘  all i want is to be soft  &  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  &  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’ ‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’ ‘  burning it all to the ground  &  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’ ‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own?  ’ ‘  do you trust me enough?  do you trust me at all?  ’ ‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’ ‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’ ‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’ ‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’ ‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  &  i touch  &  i touch  &  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop?  ’ ‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  &  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  &  my eyes are still stretched wide  &  terrified.  ’ ‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for?  ’ ‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’ ‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’ ‘  i am aching to hold you  &  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’ ‘  i am divine  &  you will bow before me.  ’ ‘  i am fucking divine.  ’ ‘  i am in control  &  i listen to no one.  ’ ‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’ ‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’ ‘  i am not worth saving  &  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’ ‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’ ‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’ ‘  i bow to no man.  ’ ‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  &  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’ ‘  i can give you your wings back  &  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’ ‘  i cannot be saved.  ’ ‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’ ‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’ ‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’ ‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’ ‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’ ‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’ ‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’ ‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’ ‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’ ‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’ ‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’ ‘  i have fallen  &  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’ ‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’ ‘  i have no home anymore.  ’ ‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  &  then i remember nothing.  ’ ‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’ ‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’ ‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’ ‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’ ‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’ ‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  &  maybe someday it will be true.  ’ ‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’ ‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’ ‘  is it my fault?  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’ ‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right?  ’ ‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  &  suffocating on sadness.  ’ ‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’ ‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’ ‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’ ‘  i’m so cold  &  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’ ‘  i’m so tired all the time  &  i just want to be awake again.  ’ ‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’ ‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’ ‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’ ‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’ ‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’ ‘  loneliness is a disease  &  it leaves me empty  &  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  &  bounces back.  ’ ‘  made of starlight  &  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’ ‘  my anger is righteous  &  my actions are pure.  ’ ‘  my chest aches  &  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’ ‘  my chest hurts  &  all i need is some comfort  &  understanding.  ’ ‘  my chest hurts  &  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’ ‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  &  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’ ‘  pull me apart  &  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’ ‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  &  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’ ‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’ ‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’ ‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’ ‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  &  plead for help?  fuck off.  ’ ‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’ ‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’ ‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  &  you better remember that.  ’ ‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’ ‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’ ‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’ ‘  voices whisper from the shadows  &  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’ ‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved?  ’ ‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it?  ’ ‘  who the fuck do you think you are?  ’ ‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying?  ’ ‘  with a new year comes new tests  &  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’ ‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once?  ’ ‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  &  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’ ‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’ ‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’ ‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’ ‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’ ‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’ ‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’ ‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’ ‘  you touch me  &  my skin burns  &  it burns for you,  always you.  ’

[diadhachd-galair]

@fallesto || continued from here "Worms.." Constantin gasped, clutching his throat. "Worms can turn into...butterflies. While there is no hope for the vile, old, rotten...vultures," the golden prince did learn the art of insults. Not many managed to stay cold being hit with a fervent rush of sincere, putrid feeling, uttered by the lips of a charming person. By some strange whim of fate even his enemies found themselves under the spell of his character and their first impulse was to please likable, vivacious d'Orsay. However, this one brave offense failed. Drastically. Sitting on the ground he gazed upon his captor with awe. For the man did look like a bird. Feathers grew from his flesh, his features was chiseled long and sharp, perfect for the wind to caress. He was a work of an eerie art. A true son of the mysterious Teer Fradee. "If you do intent to drown me, it's a fool errand. The sea lays as far as the young moon from the sun in zenith". Constantin massaged his throat, but in truth the blind anger left him. Calmly, as calmly as a man insulted, threatened and abused can be, he raised from the ground and picked the dust off his frock. Strange. He did not have time to study the map, to mark their destination, ushered by a mad hope and a promise to be saved from the clutches of speedy, ravenous disease. Yet with some solid, mystifying assurance he could point where the sea was and how long it took to get to it. Him! He was not a naut, nor a prodigal cartographer; geography was never one among his favorite subjects, nor did he posses any talents in that regard... But oh...oh, it seems everything speaks to me. Maybe this madness has a rhyme to it. "You slander me without reason. Was it not you who attacked a peaceful party without a word? At a sacred site? Murdered a respected doneigad on a whim? And all for what...to give your enemies an upper hand," young d'Orsay sighed, as if he was truly sorry for the calamity the mad stranger found himself in. Honestly, he was sorry. Forever indebted for the kindness Catasach showed him. Even if his cure didn't work, he gave him a few more days of sanity and during those he would have ushered a verdict to solidify his gratitude and assure the favour stood even after his...departure. no. not that horrid, despicable word. I won't utter it. He can't just paint me a villain out of the blue! Did I ravage the land with unjust edicts, stolen people for scientific gain or bent them to renounce their believes? No! My politics is both caring and peaceful! But he seemed suddenly tired to burn with a true wrath anymore. Tired and bored of the feeling that gripped him a breath ago. "Why?" no sarcasm poisoned the question. Constantin, bruised, frightened and almost dead but an hour ago, bloomed with curiosity.

[fallesto]

“There is no such beauty in you. You will transcend, change, but not into a butterfly. Into something terrifying, dangerous - something that will only seek to harm, to take, to destroy. I see it in you - what you truly are.”

He walked around Constantin, each stepping thumping into the ground as he stared at the man. He was changing - he could feel the darkness within Constantin. The taint was growing and his power with it. If Constantin could harness it, control it - he would be power, he would be unstoppable, he would be master of all. It was something he could not allow.

He knelt down, his hand grabbing the face of Constantin, squeezing it tightly as he made his head twist and turn as he was inspecting him. He had called him a vulture, an amused smile would crawl over his face - he was anything but that. Slowly he was changing, becoming the bird he was destined to be, the guardian this island needed now more than ever. It was only getting worse, the feathers longer, more growing in greater numbers. His time was limited, but he had enough to deal with Constantin and anyone else who would seek to stop him. He dropped his hand and stepped back as he watched Constantin slowly stand - he was not dying, he was changing. Becoming something even the high king feared.

“I had no choice. I did what I had to do. Even now - I do what is needed. I know what you seek, what you have taken. What your intentions are. Constantin - you are nothing. Your destiny is not to rule - it is to die. Embrace this, accept this and i shall make it painless for you. I cannot allow you to go, I cannot allow you to live. You are becoming something that cannot be - something that I cannot allow to leave this place.”

He had not yet drawn his sword on Constantin - he would not need it. He would not sully his blade with this filths blood. He would kill him with his hands and any who were dare come here to attempt to safe Constantin. He was not weak, he was not like the others these invaders had fought and killed - he was something more. He was becoming more. This island had cried out to him, had cried in pain, had cried for help and he had answered it. Constantin had taken power that was not his, taking from the island that of which he could not control. The temptation was there - to let Constantin go. He would turn on his own, he would use his power to slay his friends and his enemies. It was madness, it was dangerous. They ran from the disease, they tried to cheat death - Constantin had power now and was seeking to kill the old world at such a heavy cost.

“You seek immortality, you have broken everyone in your way, destroyed everything you have touched - you are killing this island - for your self. You care of no one but yourself. You are not fit to walk these lands. The power you have taken - I will return it. I will undo all the damage you have done. I will safe this island and the people within it - from you.”

[diadhachd-galair]

Constantin twisted and turned in the iron grip, half of the words of his captor escaping him. Yet somewhere between pain - malichor made his skin suspectable to the slightest of touch - and proud indignation he managed to reach and pluck the longest feather out of Vinbarr's arm. Not the most heroic or graceful deed, but it should have made his master of arms proud, thought Constantin dodging - stumbling - a few steps away. Vinbarr's sword also changed hands. - First, if your opponent is stronger than you. Get yourself free of the grip, bearlet. - And next? Oh, I know! Cut the villain down! - Wrong. Now, listen carefully. Second. You run. Constantin's next move should have made Kurt cover his eyes and sigh with despair. Because the young prince didn't run. First, it was useless. Second, he was curious. Third, he had concocted a plan. "You had a choice. So do I. Instead of killing you on the spot for all the heinous transgressions and slander I intend to get to the root of the matter," he declared, admiring the bright feather with a boyish glee and holding a blade with another. "Now, what's this nonsense about killing and destroying? We have clearly not met each other before. You must speak of my decisions as a governor then? I assure you my goals are not to ravage or to wage war. But to live peacefully, side by side with the native tribes of Teer Fradee," Constantin tucked the precious loot of a feather safe beneath his coat and smiled. Apologetically. Sweetly as a sun on a spring day. Sincerely. Well, not perfectly sincerely for the man began getting on his nerves more and more. The friendly, bright smile was reserved for Constantin's golden age plans, not for the wondorous madmen who abducted him. But it glowed sincere, aimed right at the frightful opponent of his. The sword was graciously driven away from Vinbarr's neck. Luckily, nadaig made no move to protect his master. Maybe he felt that merchnat prince meant no true harm, in spite of the gesture of brave valor. "And my actions speak louder than all my words. For instance, who saved people of Teer Fradee from the burning touch of the golden lions, freed them from humiliating captivity of the shady laboratories as the villagers of Vigshadhir will happily testify? Shielded your gods from being torn down and renounced as Mind Shakers desired? Princess Siora of Gaís rad and Dunncas of Vigyígidaw will prove it. Gave back the access to Vedrad shrine without a drop of blood being spilled? Us, Ludeig Blau as you call the citizens of New Serene. We only wish for prosperity and strong trade bounds, not to abduct your lands or people. Doneigada return the respect we show them, and many merchants are welcomed in my city with open arms! We pay heed to everyone from the highest to the humbles, wishing to be good neighbors." Young d'Orsay paced the ground, agitated. "It is true we seek the cure. But we ask for help, not wringing it with threats or weapons!" There, the though hit him. All that talk of destruction and corruption. In his straightforward pagan ways the man must have thought his affliction to be the reflection of his soul. The marks of black death, scars and boils and...ugh...that was too hurtful to even think about. Constantin cherished his looks, his youth and his charming ways that saved him from not one pickle. Yet he didn't realise how much of it depended on a pretty face, not his agile mind. And now, more than ever, his courtly tongue was his best weapon. If he planned to get from the claws of that vulture, the best tactic was to stretch the time, as tight as the nauts' sail in high wind, trying to buy more and more for the search party to locate them. "You...you think me to be a monster because of this?" Constantin raised his eyes from the hand, forever glowed into the disfigurement, marred with a map of small, ugly scars. The hand, pointed to his face trembled. The unfairness of this all! He didn't dare to look in the mirror since the doom was confirmed; was he truly so despicable to look at? "You speak of killing me. In truth you would have

but to wait a few days. I am a dead man walking. The ritual did not help," in his heart of hearts he hoped that with a gift of life, all the traces of malichor would dissapear. After all this is the land of miracles, isn't it? Instead his own body mocked him, promising only weakness, pain and assured death. Malichor take it all! Despite his desire to live, his burning pride and smiling slyness, that held the seams of his body and his sanity together until now, Constantin's his legs - traitors! - gave way and he fell upon his knees. "You think that my malady, my horrid visage is a reflection of my sins? That gods condemned me for some foul deeds? No. This disease is far more terrible. It cuts down good and bad alike. It grabs young babes from the arms of howling mothers. It slays those who help their neighbors in the hour of need, mindless of reward and leaves deceiving murderers and thieves walking the earth with a song. It kisses both fools and sages with its cold lips." "I do not posses the power you speak of. I have no magic," Constantin threw his hands in the air with a bitter laugh. "I am no master even of my body. See how my breath hitches and my legs are no better than those of an old crone or a stumbling child. I seek no immortality, only a breath of life. Maybe even not that. Hope. Just the last drop of hope for my parched lips. Your blood bath was in vain."

[diadhachd-galair]

@fallesto || continued from here "Worms.." Constantin gasped, clutching his throat. "Worms can turn into...butterflies. While there is no hope for the vile, old, rotten...vultures," the golden prince did learn the art of insults. Not many managed to stay cold being hit with a fervent rush of sincere, putrid feeling, uttered by the lips of a charming person. By some strange whim of fate even his enemies found themselves under the spell of his character and their first impulse was to please likable, vivacious d'Orsay. However, this one brave offense failed. Drastically. Sitting on the ground he gazed upon his captor with awe. For the man did look like a bird. Feathers grew from his flesh, his features was chiseled long and sharp, perfect for the wind to caress. He was a work of an eerie art. A true son of the mysterious Teer Fradee. "If you do intent to drown me, it's a fool errand. The sea lays as far as the young moon from the sun in zenith". Constantin massaged his throat, but in truth the blind anger left him. Calmly, as calmly as a man insulted, threatened and abused can be, he raised from the ground and picked the dust off his frock. Strange. He did not have time to study the map, to mark their destination, ushered by a mad hope and a promise to be saved from the clutches of speedy, ravenous disease. Yet with some solid, mystifying assurance he could point where the sea was and how long it took to get to it. Him! He was not a naut, nor a prodigal cartographer; geography was never one among his favorite subjects, nor did he posses any talents in that regard... But oh...oh, it seems everything speaks to me. Maybe this madness has a rhyme to it. "You slander me without reason. Was it not you who attacked a peaceful party without a word? At a sacred site? Murdered a respected doneigad on a whim? And all for what...to give your enemies an upper hand," young d'Orsay sighed, as if he was truly sorry for the calamity the mad stranger found himself in. Honestly, he was sorry. Forever indebted for the kindness Catasach showed him. Even if his cure didn't work, he gave him a few more days of sanity and during those he would have ushered a verdict to solidify his gratitude and assure the favour stood even after his...departure. no. not that horrid, despicable word. I won't utter it. He can't just paint me a villain out of the blue! Did I ravage the land with unjust edicts, stolen people for scientific gain or bent them to renounce their believes? No! My politics is both caring and peaceful! But he seemed suddenly tired to burn with a true wrath anymore. Tired and bored of the feeling that gripped him a breath ago. "Why?" no sarcasm poisoned the question. Constantin, bruised, frightened and almost dead but an hour ago, bloomed with curiosity.

[diadhachd-galair]

Character Diamond

Intelligent The young prince does not possess a silver tongue, like his cousin the legate. Nor soldier's toughness or an astonishing command of a blade or ‘blessed’ magic of any sorts. Being young and leaning towards both kindness and honour, rather than self-gain and steep price of greater good, he is not a master of intrigue either. However, life at court taught him well. He can charm, deceive and hide contempt behind a smile, even if he is not the most marvelous player at the obscure art of intrigue. Despite loathing his mother’s ways, he obtained skills and knowledge of a poisoner during rare times she deigned to show any affection and cradle him upon her lap. However, most of the time Constantin prefers not to openly demonstrate his proficiency in anything but having fun and getting into trouble, even if he has quite a promising armory of intellect and could have become a master in many fields, only if he had chosen to apply himself with both patience and passion.

Whimsical temperament Constantin is a creature of contradictions, dual by nature. Often it makes him look like an inconsistent boy. He can be spiteful and hateful, hold a deadly grudge and sting as painfully like a poisonous serpent in wait, at the right moment. Or forget trespassing against his person with a chuckle, even if he’s planned to take a blade to your heart a moment ago. Death holds an unspeakable terror to him ( knowing that he has the malichor he shattered into hysterics ) and yet he wouldn’t think twice to lend a hand to nauts with a mysterious, clearly dangerous beast. In spite of it all, his mind is not a feeble one, even if he is brave mostly because he doesn’t allow himself any time to think and to get afraid. He is curious and enthusiastic, passionate and rash, but choosing between having revenge and having fun he is more likely to choose the later. In the company of friends, the young prince criticizes the ways of the court, and yet he believes in power, right and responsibility that comes with a noble name. Being named a governor has calmed his erratic behavior. Constantin is eager to do good, takes both pleasure and interest in his new role, coquettish complaints of boredom aside. Being away from his parents, whom he hates - a rare dark feeling, if not the only one he carries inside his heart - did him good. A race for dangerous pleasures, a bitter mutiny against rules, a desire to shock - all these caprices of an energetic mind, caged into passivity, have transformed into their virtuous counterparts. Even if the root of it has not changed. Constantin d’Orsay desires to prove himself fervently. This desire controls the majority of his decisions, both good and bad ones.

Felixious You can hold no love for Constantin and his caprices, but you can not deny he can charm the moon right from the sky. The secret of it is that his charisma is not a product of need or an artful deception. The young prince, behind a mask of naivety he puts on sometimes, is familiar with dark thoughts and dark ways of the world, yet chooses not to dwell on them. He knows the true face of the human race, in both its ugliness and grace, yet prefers to trust that at the end of the story a kind, sly and good hero always wins. This hope is his greatest allure; Constantin’s smiles rarely remain unanswered. His enthusiasm and sincerity are inspiring. He is sly, with a child-like mischievous slyness, and sincere with the same child-like purity. His cruelty is also that of a heartless child and often is born out of carelessness. Not being the most careful mind reader, he is sympathetic and prefers to act kindly. He doesn't forget a favour not matter how slight, and is generous to his friends ( and strangers ), despite a slight veil of vanity. He knows how to have a good time and often indulges in mischief for a laugh. Yet it seems even fate is charmed by Constantin d’Orsay; no matter what dangerous folly he has been engaged in, he was not scorched by it’s fires.

Unpoised Despite not being a coward or weak of will, Constantin lacks self-assurance to the level that he prefers to choke his intelligence and instead of applying his agile mind to the matter he hops from one action to another. Thanks to the father - who mourned the death of his elder son and in the act seemed to develop hatred towards the one who remained alive - there is a persistent voice in Constantin’s mind that he is but a gray shadow, not good enough to live or to make wise or strong decisions. Therefore, the young prince may act recklessly just to prove that he can do this or that, or to lash at those who question his authority or righteousness of his decisions with an unusual wrath. He might prove capriciously stubborn in his opinion or listen to wise advice, with Constantin it’s a constant gamble. Two things he is truly greedy of are: pleasure and acknowledgment.

[diadhachd-galair]

"You love nothing. You are incomplete." vinbarr

Constantin stumbled in his steps. The audacity! The screams soon died in the distance, but still echoed in his bones. The screams of his men being torn, maimed, burned alive or stomped by the beasts. Some of the soldiers wore the uniform of the Bridge Alliance, if the eyes did not deceive him. A part of his mind - a sane, calculating part - noted that now he and the governor Burhan were square. Didn't they save the industrious, blind city of Hikmet from the treacherous coin guards? What a luck! Nevertheless, it would be proper to issue an official word of gratitude. And inquire after the foreign regiment too, to add a bit of gold for the families of the survivors...maybe even a medal. It is the governor of New Serene they were saving! Failed to save. They are all dead. All of them. The stranger didn't even deigned to tie or chain his freshly-obtained prisoner. In truth, there was no need, but the fact strangely stung. Young d'Orsay felt the heat at the back of his neck, as the fearsome fire-creature - a nadaig? - followed in their steps. His head was spinning; Catasach told him not to be afraid. But Constantin WAS afraid. Too much slovenly, careless death. It was one thing to command an army in an orchestrated dance of a battle field. To engage in a tavern brawl. To watch an disease eat through a city. Not to flee, seeing his entourage being cut down as easily as a knife went through butter... Praise the Enlightened my fair cousin wasn't with me. Or Kurt. Constantin realized he yearned to be saved, as cowardly as it sounded. A dashing rescue party to jump out of the bushes and to end that nightmare once and for all! The birds...the grasses...it seems they whisper, like in a fairy tale. Why do they converse so quietly?! Don't they know of the fire and blood and agony, unleashing just a few steps away?! Oh, no...I am running mad. How awkward. Imagining his childhood master of arms lying sprawled in the dirt, trampled over like a discarded toy, or de Sardet scalded and burned to the porcelain of her skeleton made the young prince brave. Disgusted. Wrathful. It was the last drop. He was not a frightened little boy anymore, he nurtured enough weapons over the years. He refused to be afraid! He was a ruler! Damn it, in the midst of the insanity he forgot that he was dying, even that his hand throbbed with the cut for the miraculous, mysterious ritual. Was black malichor still floating in his veins, like a deadly wine? Did it work? Terror and shock chased away even the pain. "You know nothing about me. Or my heart. But I am going to tell you one thing you need to pay heed to, foul rascal," Constantin rushed to cross Vindbarr's path. "I am Constantin d'Orsay, a governor of New Serene, a prince of the royal blood. And I do not look lightly upon my men and my allies being harmed!" the chin lifted high, he cut an imposing figure, trembling with rage, his voice as sharp and clear as a blade. "Tell me your name, you butcher! If you have one. In my opinion, such monsters as you deserve none," he spat. Trying not to let his eyes rest upon the fearful, steaming nadaig.

[diadhachd-galair]

Dear citizens of New Serene, friends and allies, mysterious natives, solemn legates, admirers and enemies, and the rest,

Feel free to request an audience and ask your new young and dashing benevolent god governor any questions. Pleas for aid, political ferreting, compliments, a drop of refreshing coin guard witty cynicism, personal inquires ( not in the audience chamber, please ), are accepted and are looked upon favourably. Unless they are rude or - even worse - boring and rude.

aka dear muns you are most welcome to drop an ask in the askbox.

[diadhachd-galair]

Character Alignment

D&D Alignment Test || A MULTI-FANDOM CHARACTER ALIGNMENT CHART

Neutral Good

This character type is referred to as “The Benefactor”. A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. Neutral goods work with people in power and are devoted to helping others, but they don’t necessarily have any bias in either direction. They work with kings and magistrates but do not feel beholden to them. The common phrase for neutral good is "true good." They are usually chosen to fight for a particular side and spend their journey learning what exactly it is that they’re fighting for. By the end of a neutral good’s heroic journey, they have usually determined whether or not they are lawful or chaotic good. Unless of course, they turn evil.

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@inimicorum || continued from here "I...oh, what a darned fool I am! Forgive me. My aunt... I know your grief and you are not alone in it. We will find a cure."

Even with a dying mother at your side, you are a source of envy and awe to me, dear cousin. For you are loved and love in return. Easily and naturally as breathing. While my parents might be briars, close to my mind, but never supportive or comforting in their proximity.

Constantin's felicitous mask gave way to - naked and indecent in its unveiled sincerity pain cracked his features. But for a mere glimpse of an eye. He pressed de Sardet's hands one last time before finally letting go, hoping that years apart haven't dimmed their understanding. As children of the court they preferred silence to words and gestures to proclamations. When allowed a free will. When he opened his lips, he spoke like a true courtier again - hiding the truth behind lies, and suffering under a slight coat of merry jests.

"Why, that's the beauty of it. We may establish our new, local customs. After all, one does not land in a foreign city with their own kettle, as nauts say. And when my father is finally not hawking over everything I do, my hands will be untied to act. You see..." young d' Orsay frowned and a winter-deep chill crawled into his voice. In contrast to his cousin's playful retort his offense was real, although she wasn't the aim of it.

"Unlike you, I haven't been told about our journey. At all. Now, back my little gift of a secret to you. Our old de Courcillon is packing his extensive library, worrying over the books as a dotting nurse over a sick child. Besides, he has ordered a whole crate of anti-seasickness restoratives. Mother may think me a naive sapling - when she thinks about me at all - but I have my own ways, you see." Constantin lifted his chin slightly.

"Oh, the Enlightened protect me," only a moment the governor-to-be seemed to glow with imperiousness and pride, but a squeal and a hasty retort behind de Sardet's back, befitted more to a naughty schoolboy. "If you have any love for me, sweetest cousin...do not tell Kurt that you have seen me. In fact, I have been terribly busy since the very morning and you haven't even set your beauteous sea-like eyes upon me. He has been determined to drag me through some "open terrain training" for two days now. Sounds perfectly horrid, doesn't it? Why on earth do I need to train if he is sailing with us?" Constantin's rapid whisper tickled de Sardet's ear, as a tough, warrior-like figure crossed the yard, setting his path path towards the couple. With a rather sinister energy.

"And that is my second crumb of a secret. Oh, and something else," Constantin turned in his steps as he aimed to flee and added with a grin. "You will never be a guest at the court in my city. You will be its sole mistress and ruler! If you would like it, of course."

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"I've heard it rumored, but I don't believe it."

"Come, dear cousin. Sending us to the far away island, full of bloodthirsty savages and raving beasts is perfectly in line with the customs of our motherly Congregation. Have your time with the church softened your heart to believe in goodness and fairwill of the mighty?" taunted Constantin. His words bore thorns, but the little laughter, that followed, denied any desire to offend, either with truth or bitterness. It was a gentle sound, that let one into the shared irony of ill luck, rather than left the other party at the precipice of mockery. They were standing at the palace gallery, watching the daily changing of the guard. Young d'Orsay looked pale, ruffled and painfully lacking sleep. Yet nor the previous cynicism nor the cruelty of the early hour seemed to rob Constantin of the graceful air and the flamboyant charm. "All woes considered, I would love to go. Honestly, just imagine it! It is an adventure both of us craved for so long! Free of the shackles of court routine, its petty games, and the looming shade of the greedy death. A new land where everything is possible, not a dream denied! We could be free at last. To do something grand, miraculous and yes...even good for once. Free and together," the boyish glee slipped into Constantin's voice, as he swiftly took de Sardet's hands in his. "Please, fair cousin! I would let you have the grandest chamber of the two. Such a protocol scandal! Why, I may even assign you a whole piece of the island for your reception room alone". Constantin gave de Sardet the most charming of his smiles, both sweet and sly.

"And I may tell you a secret - right away! - if you say yes and that you do share my happiness... and joy at the prospect of being eaten by the wild, wondrous beasts no one has even named yet!"

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THE LION IN WINTER BY JAMES GOLDMAN STARTERS (change pronouns at your convenience)

"We're a knowledgeable family."

"I've given up the looking glass; quicksilver has no sense of tact."

"Giving you a little peace? Why so modest? How about eternal peace?"

"Why, you chivalric fool- as if the way one fell down mattered."

"When the fall is all there is, it matters."

"I've snapped and plotted all my life."

"There's no other way to be a king."

"How's that for blasphemy?"

"You love nothing. You are incomplete."

"The human parts of you are missing".

"You're as dead as you are deadly."

"Be fond of stronger men".

"He believes it. That's where the knife goes in."

"I could listen to you lie for hours."

"Of all the lies, that one is the most terrible."

"We've mangled everything we've touched."

"I've heard it rumored, but I don't believe it."

"There are moments when I miss you."

"You have more than you think."

"In these rooms, I have all the enemies I need."

"I could give away your plans."

"None of them has any love for you."

"I'm going to fight for you."

"Fragile I am not. Affection is a pressure I can bear."

"There is no sport in hurting me."

"It nettles [her] to see how much I need you."

"Oh, I know that look."

"[He]'s going to say [he] loves me."

"You mustn't play with feelings."

"And you hate [her] even now."

"I've tried feeling pity for you, but it keeps on turning into something else."

"How dear of you to let me out of jail."

"When can I believe you?"

"You can believe me always. Even when I lie."

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ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERY'S THE LITTLE PRINCE STARTERS

(change pronouns at your convenience)

"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret."

"What is essential is invisible to the eye."

"The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched."

"Eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart."

"What does that mean - to tame?"

"If you tame me, then we shall need each other."

"People have forgotten the truth."

"You alone will have the stars as no one else has them."

"It is such a mysterious place, the land [of tears]."

"You're beautiful, but you're empty."

"You become responsible forever for those you’ve tamed."

"In one of the stars I shall be living."

"The stars are a-bloom with flowers..."

"All the stars are silent."

"One must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if one wishes to become acquainted with the butterflies."

"It is lonely when you’re among people."

"All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people."

"And when your sorrow is comforted, you will be content that you have known me."

"[She] cast her fragrance and her radiance over me."

"When someone blushes, doesn't that mean 'yes'?"

"No one could die for you."

"It is your own fault. I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you ."

"I ought never to have run away from [her]."

"In those days, I didn't understand anything."

"I was too young to love [her]."

"I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you.."

"No one is ever satisfied where he is."

"Words are the source of misunderstandings."

"It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others."

"Only the children know what they are looking for."

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I've always preferred mythology to history. Because history is made up of truths, which eventually turn into lies. While mythology is made up of lies, that eventually become truths.

Jean Cocteau

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LANGUAGE OF THORNS STARTERS.

(change pronouns at your discretion)

AYAMA AND THE THORNWOOD. 

“If the king cannot find a way to placate the monster, no doubt it will come and devour us all.” 

“Interesting things only happen to pretty girls.”

“My father never taught me mercy.” 

“Some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled.” 

“Those meant to love us most are not always the ones who do.” 

“There are better things than princes.” 

“Do you wish to become a monster?” 

“His heart is mine and mine is his.” 

THE TOO-CLEVER FOX.

“You are doomed to a miserable life.” 

“I find the one thing I cannot live with is death.” 

“I hope you will forgive me if I do not ask you to visit again.”

“Why do you cry, girl?”

“You are not safe here.”

“With such big eyes, I think you see too much.” 

“You’re pretty enough to catch a husband.”

“I have spent my life finding my way out of traps.”

“Freedom is a burden, but you will learn to bear it.”

“I wanted to help you.”

“Few can resist the sight of a pretty girl crying.”

“The trap is loneliness, and none of us escapes it.”

“In the wood, even songbirds must be survivors.”

THE WITCH OF DUVA. 

“I would never be so foolish.”

“Who could not love you?”

“I will warn you just this once.”

“I want to go home.”

“You know that you are welcome to remain here with me.” 

“Some things are better left unseen.” 

“Shall we have something good to eat?” 

LITTLE KNIFE. 

“Why must I be the one to hide?”

 “Do you think I am so foolish or so cruel?” 

“What good are you to me now?” 

“What way is this to find a husband?” 

“You have been a loyal friend.” 

“Soon I will be very rich, but will I have a good man?” 

“She was terrifying in her beauty, bright as a devouring star.” 

“If you are lucky you will find your friends again.” 

“To use a thing is not to own it.” 

THE SOLDIER PRINCE. 

“You will find great love and more gold than you could wish for.” 

“It all seemed harmless at the time.” 

“Are you my solider?” 

“Are you my prince?” 

“Are you my darling?” 

“Are you mine?” 

“I have not come to fight, only to talk.”

 “When was the last time you ate?” 

“Who are you when she isn’t here?” 

“When no one is looking at you, or whispering to you, who are you then?” 

“I know who I am without anyone there to tell me.” 

“Do you love her?” 

“Could you love me too?” 

WHEN WATER SANG FIRE. 

“Follow me. If you can.” 

“Magic doesn’t require beauty.” 

“Great magic asks that you trouble the waters.” 

“I can smell your ambition like blood in the water.” 

“You are worth more than that.” 

“What harm can a little hope do?” 

“We might almost be blood relations.” 

“I wish you good fortune.” 

“I will never leave you.” 

“We were not made to please princes.” 

“Do you think I might make a passable princess?” 

“There is nothing you cannot do.” 

“We’re out of time.” 

“I cannot lose everything.” 

“I was not made to please princes.”