A single, decaying future

The Long Goodbye (regnum-caeleste)

#regnumcaeleste #the long goodbye #goodness #it took a while to get that xkit thing going

regnum-caeleste:

She’d be the first one to admit to herself that she was indeed bitter about his sudden absence, with lack of informing her. At first, yes, she had simply assumed that he had gone to take care of business as he normally did. However, it had been weeks when a concern had truly begun to plant itself and to fester within the woman.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and while she had done a fairly good job at masking her clear mood drop to those that she needed to mask such emotions from, it had grown increasingly difficult with each day that passed without her even getting to see the man she had grown to care for in her own dark, somewhat twisted way. Those emotions for once getting the best of her, and while patience she had in spades, it didn’t stop her growing separation anxiety from the man that made her who she was now.

Even now, while she knew his words were meant to reassure her, she couldn’t help but have concern, a feeling similar to that which she once felt towards certain fairies. If one hadn’t known otherwise, they could think it was possibly remnants of who she had previously been showing through the darkness that had overtaken her. And perhaps it was. For while it was true that her ideals were different, along with her feelings and the like, it couldn’t be denied that she was still Lucy Heartfilia.

Values that Fairy Tail had drilled into her, such as unwavering loyalty, coupled with that which had been taught to her by now deceased mother, one would be a fool to think that sparks of those aspects wouldn’t break through every now and then. This was one of those instances.

While his hand upon cheek was enough to soothe her rushing thoughts, it didn’t stop her concern.

“Are you sure–?” A pause as her words trailed off, not quite done with small line of questioning yet. “You’re not…still feeling the effects of those complications, are you?” Of course, he was her number one priority. She didn’t want to think about if something worse had happened to him. That was a bridge that she’d much rather not ever cross.

Own hand placed itself upon his wrist, thumb making small back and forth motions, and a small nod.

“I believe we both know that such an action would be true on both of our parts.” She’d be damned if she would allow for them to be taken away from each other. No, she had worked too hard to secure her position, and she wouldn’t watch it crumble beneath her. The dragons would stop that before it could come to fruition.

Sincerity was once something that he found sick, and it was something that he’d naturally recoil at. Behind sincerity, there was either two things: weakness, or deceit. Strangely enough ,he sensed neither in Lucy’s questioning, and as such, he did not find it disgusting. Rather that observing his features recoil in disgust, she’d instead find him sedated. As sedated as a ravenous deity-like being god.

Her small motions brought tingles down his spine, her familiarity with his skin a welcome change from all those nights spent alone. Did he miss her? Perhaps, a sign of his own sentiment seeping into him. Why else would he have thought to make her his Queen, rather than simply disposing of her? Why else did he let his hand remain where it was, inviting her to touch him as much as she wished? These questions, once disturbing to think of, now brought a particular serenity to him.

“My Queen has lost nothing of her fire. Good, I was almost concerned that Fairy Tail would sap you of your spirit.”

Rogue’s contempt for her guild could not be masked even in this moment. If there was one regret, then it was the fact that he had left her there. The time for spying on the guild was long past over, for there were none that could match him. Not even Natsu Dragneel could handle him, and that boy would find that out soon. For now? He’d indulge, as he was meant to.

Leaning in, he thought it right to take the woman’s lips. He looked to seal his own against hers, hungry for her, and for her alone. Not to consume her. . .but simply to take her. To feel the cry of air beating against his lungs, to feel warmth that came from another entirely. To feel her lips pressed firmly against his own. And most of all, to tug against it teasingly, sucking gently against her lower lip.

muzaiii:

dualitys-domination:

“You’ll grow right out of the terror, I promise. He already ate one friend, so he’s pretty full for the next…little bit? Maybe just don’t get next to him when his stomach’s grumbling.”

“You wouldn’t truly gain anything from eating me, Rogue-sama. My magic is a holder type, you know that.”

“It’s not what I gain, rather, it’s what I remove. I am no fool, and I know that even a single Celestial Spirit Mage is a threat to me. I do not care how that threat is removed, only that it is, in fact, removed.”

#muzaiii

muzaiii:

dualitys-domination:

“But said cray friend is also really hot, so it all evens out. Right?”

“…That doesn’t change the fact that said friend is absolutely terrifying.”

“You’ll grow right out of the terror, I promise. He already ate one friend, so he’s pretty full for the next. . .little bit? Maybe just don’t get next to him when his stomach’s grumbling.”

#truly the brightest ray of light in this dark world #muzaiii

muzaiii:

dualitys-domination said: ooc: at least one half of those things is pretty great~.

“happy birthday yukino. frosch died, one of your best friends went cray, and future lucy is dead.”

“But said cray friend is also really hot, so it all evens out. Right?”

#muzaiii #good guy future rogue #always looking on the bright side of life

The Long Goodbye (regnum-caeleste)

Alright, so she could ignore the fact that the familiarity of the shadows around her legs was a bit of a comfort in its own way, but it was damn near impossible to ignore his statements. Inaudible sigh, attempt at masking the small smile that made its way onto her face before she would then turn around to face him.

Hand placed itself upon hip, weight shifted to said side before her line of vision directed to him, and inside of cheek bitten.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know that, and if I said that the feeling wasn’t mutual.” Though she was certain he knew that already. There was another issue at hand entirely, however, and it was the issue that was next brought to his attention.

“–I might be out of bounds asking this but.. where were you?” After all, she was his fiance, didn’t she have a right to know? She might not have deserved an answer in the beginning of their affair. If they were still that far away, if he still did not trust her, he would have punished her for that question. Rather than punish her, he supposed that he could grant her the truth. Lucy had all the time in the world to defy and defile his orders, but she did not. In his absence, she had proven herself loyal to a fault. Loyalty like that deserved a reward all its own.

“Your Celestial Spirit King was not an easy meal,” he admitted, idly looking over his left hand. “There were. . .certain complications. Complications that you did not need to see.”

He remembered nights where he woke up in a cold sweat, he remembered being so pale, and so weak. Rogue remembered something inside him, roaming, wriggling, doing its part to try and escape. On those nights, he remembered wondering if he was to die, and if his meal was to be reborn. Many a month was spent in agony. . .before it stopped. Those last throes died away, and he was whole again.

“But, I am well.”

Rogue waved about the hand he was looking on, as if dismissing the idea that he had been in any sort of trouble. A thin smile crossed his lips, approaching with all the confidence in the world. The shadows around Lucy’s legs retreated at this, in reverent approval of their master. Rogue himself sought to lay his hand against Lucy’s cheek.

“I am your King, and you are my Queen. I will tear apart any fool who would dare interfere with us.”

#regnumcaeleste #he's just all about breaking that will #even now~!#also holy shit #I come back and tumblr changes again.#Ick.

His question was not ill placed, and it was one that she often wondered herself. How she had ever managed a life before the one she led now was beyond her sphere of knowledge, and it was something that made her shiver in disgust. The person she had once been was no more, and instead she had now become a person that cared not for the values that she had once had instilled into her. Instead, there were new things that she cared for, new aspects that took lead in what she desired. Said desires and interests now being pleasing him above all others, but also for power, and the ability to destroy that which she deemed needing such destruction.

A deep inhale was taken at his words of ruling over all, and of even a creature such as Acnologia being unable to put a stop to her reign. “I would not dare think of kneeling before any other. The only one worthy of such a thing is you, my King.” Only he would be allowed to see her on her knees at his command, and only he would be the person to enforce such a thing upon her. She would refuse any other, and she would make certain that they not make such a mistake again. “And as long as this world exists, and as long as you live, you will continue to grow stronger. With each passing day, your strength and power will only increase, that much is obvious.”

As sharp nails drug down pale flesh, her own sharp gasp would leave lips, followed by lower lip being squeezed between upper and lower jaw, eyes rolling slightly backwards for mere moments as she indulged herself in the pleasurable feeling that such an action brought about within her. In return, face buried itself near the crook of his neck, exhaling as breath staggered. This was yet another sight that was reserved for him and him alone. Only he would be able to induce such feelings in her, and only he would be one to bring about this particular side of her. The side that couldn’t get enough of him.

But of course, there was the matter of his question still at hand, and she knew he expected an answer. He would not ask such things if he expected any less from her, and she wasn’t about to disappoint. “Call it being blinded by stupid ideals. As I stated before, you’ve shown me the right way, and the only way. Never again will I believe in such things, and never again will I allow myself to live without you, that is if I have anything to do about it.”

Stupid ideals were what Fairy Tail dispensed in great amounts, and it gratified him immensely to know that Lucy understood her guild's indoctrination. In a way, Rogue fancied himself a 'saviour', for he had changed her into a newer sort of individual. She was no longer a creature of whimsy, altogether happy to be dragged along for her next adventure. Yes, she was still being dragged around by him, but that was a different matter. She knew what he represented, and what he represented was little more than the harsh reality of the world itself.

To have her bury her face against the crook of his neck, and to feel the satisfied exhale of her lips was enough to nearly make him weak in knee. Mortal concerns, dead in every other sense, had a flicker of life when the blonde remained in his arms. Her reaction forced his fingers deeper against her, as if yet more of her feeling could be taken by doing just that. A heavy, want-filled groan followed, throaty and haggard with just these touches. If he was a lesser man, he would have collapsed to the ground, with her body splayed over his.

In place of this, he acted with the authority that a man might have lacked, but what a god certainly did not. For a moment, he closed his eyes, so that he was blinded to anything that was not at her fingertips. The man's shadows did the rest, constructing a blackened dome that prevented the world around them from observing his delight. In this world, he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear, so that she could hear all that he had to say more thoroughly.

"And you will never be free of me, Lucy Heartfilia, never," he announced, a low click of the tongue punctuating those words. "So long as you act in this manner, and declare yourself as mine, you will always be mine. i will never, ever let my tendrils free from you."

That much was something that she knew from her time under his thumb: he cared not for words. For it was as he said, anyone will say anything, it is action that truly is what matters. If one failed to follow through with their actions that met with their words, that was all they were: words. She would be a woman that proved that her word was true through actions and examples, not a woman simply of talk. She knew he wouldn’t stand for such a thing, and thus her drive to prove that she could follow through with them was even more potent.

"That is something that I can’t argue. It is as you said: those morons still believe in me. And it will be exactly that assurance that leads to their guard being down, and ultimately lead to their downfall." And oh what a beautiful sight that would be. To think that she was part of the reason that Fairy Tail, the strongest guild in Fiore, would be brought to their knees simply due to a few waves of her wrist and a few mere actions, it was indeed satisfying.

As he made his attempt to lift her, a small hop was given, followed by legs wrapping around his waist, crossing at the ankles. Had anyone witnessed the actions between the two, perhaps there would have been a belief implanted in them that they were merely a normal, stable couple. Not a soul would have suspected that such a thing couldn’t have been farther from the truth of their relationship. Still, it was something that Lucy would keep a tight rope on, leaving no room for outside forces to take hold of it and potentially snatch it out of her hands.

No, if they wanted her to let him go, they would have to pry said relationship out of her cold, dead hands. “And I won’t be below any other besides you. All others will be beneath me. All others are beneath me.” Except for him of course. She wasn’t so ignorant as to ignore that fact, and she acknowledged it.

Normalcy, and stability was something that the corrupted male mocked in his idle passing. When he saw lovers intertwined as they were now, he would often think of how they would look in despair, and sometimes, he acted on such a thing. Love was a powerful emotion indeed, but when faced with power absolute, it was nothing. If he was consistent, he would have taken her by the legs, and thrown her to the floor. In place of consistency, he indulged in his sin of hypocrisy, and in the touch of her legs around his form. All of her touch was immaculate, and all of her touch brought an enticing heat that was otherwise dead in his life.

"If you thought in any other way, you would not be worthy of the position you hold. Gone is the lie of equality, and of good conduct towards those that are inferior," he declared mightily. "The only one that you will ever need to kneel towards is me. Not even Acnologia will be able to grant you pause, not as long as I still draw breath, and not as long as I continue to grow powerful. When I tell you that you are Queen of the Dragons, you are Queen. No exceptions."

What he spoke were dreaded and contested words, but they were words he believed. This belief flowed in the power gifted to him by Lucy's former ruler, and in the strength he had earned from his defeated friend. Most importantly, his belief came from her. For his broken and beautiful woman, he would create a world for the both of them to reign over. This world would be dark, and without hope. It would be their world, and all that opposed them would be damned.

This spirit possessed him, bringing his hands to now drag against her back, fingers looking to rake themselves against the skin at hand. All that he wanted to do with her was in his touch, and in his words. He had her now, and while he would assert his claims in some manner, he need not give into further obsession. The smile on his lips did not fade at this, and the power that he promised further extended itself in the way that shadows began to surround, and cloak them.

"How could you ever have lived without me?"

She felt slightly at ease with his words. However, she didn’t completely relax yet. There were still threats to her position, and there always would be. Until each and every threat was eliminated, she would have to constantly be on her guard, constantly needing to teach them what it meant to cross her. “Violence is certainly the only way to instill a constant lesson, and ensure that they never make such mistakes again.” Of course, she could instill that lesson one of two way: swift and painful at the hands of dragon, or slow and painful by her own hand. The latter seemed to be the more appealing option to her.

"I believe the best way to make sure they thoroughly learn such a lesson is prolonging the amount of pain they feel before they have an end to their miserable lives. As I said before, they would regret the day they even thought about crossing me, and challenging my position."

Her own hands moved to place themselves upon his shoulders, head tilting itself backwards as his lips moved downwards, small satisfied moan was given as his teeth scraped against the skin of her collarbones. A small squeeze against his shoulders was given as well, and eyes fluttered closed before a few more small groans were given. “Of course. If I did any less, I wouldn’t be worthy of being your queen. And I can assure you that I’m more than worthy of such a title.” And she would prove such a thing, no matter what it took.

Rogue did not, and would never choose his Queen out of anything less than worth. Lucy was one part trophy, as she symbolized his victory over Fairy Tail, but the rest of her was a wickedly wonderful woman. If she had not risen from the ashes of his torture, she might have remained little more than a puppet. And so, she rose, and in rising, found herself in a position of royalty. In this position, she'd be lavished by him, almost worshiped, and almost respected. Her darkness, above all, was a gift to adore.

"Your assurances are not needed, for assuring me of something is worthless through words alone. Anyone will say anything, and some fools will believe them. Fairy Tail still believes in you, do they not? That much proves the danger of assurances alone," he authoritatively pointed out. "Action, not words, is what I put stock in. Prove your worthiness day by day."

Her small squeeze was enough for him to try and lift her by the waist, as if he was some normal lover, who simply wished to sweep her off her feet. Perhaps he was that 'normal' person in that moment, and perhaps he might have been filled in light. Even so, all he did was observe the curve of her body, the sway of her form, and admitted yet another truth. A truth that assured him of his own darkness, and the violent beating of his heart.

"You look better above the rest of man, than you ever have below anyone but I."

Again, that was another good point to be made. If she were to actually allow for such a thing to occur, she would truly have no right to even claim herself to be his queen. That was a thought that she completely rejected. Perhaps it had to do with the inner reliance she had on him, the exact one that had been instilled within her, or perhaps it had to do with something else. Whatever the case, she refused to allow for such a thing.

And she would do whatever she deemed necessary to keep it that way.

"I can assure you that you’d play hell trying to forget me." Head tilted slightly as he once again placed a kiss against her chin. "If that’s what has to be done in order to secure such a position, then so be it. I have no qualms about killing those who are necessary for such a thing. Especially if it means one less person to deal with." There was no hesitation in her words, she was completely sure of herself.

"And if they really piss me off, you can rest assured that I’ll do far more than break them." Perhaps in a far different way than she had been broken, but there were certainly ideas brewing about in her mind that would be done. They would be made to regret ever crossing her path if they were unfortunate enough to try and take her place.

Fairy Tail, a group of individuals who were so annoyingly pristine and virtuous, might have been aghast to hear what the blonde preached. Murder was no longer taboo to her, but instead an acceptable goal to get threats out of the way with. She saw the world in real terms, and not in the idle fantasy that she once believed in. In this, she had his pride, and his adoration. She knew what it took to secure the role as his queen, and so long as she will held, it was a crown that would never slip from her fingers.

"You have turned into quite the woman, my Queen. If there were things left in the world that could awe me, it would be your proclamation. By all means, violence is the way that the world has always been run on. Destiny and desire go to none but the strongest. And, you are the strongest, so long as you think this way.

Demean, damage, and break all those that would oppose you, and take what you want."

Emphasizing the word 'take', the proud man did exactly as he had throatily commanded her to do. From her chin, his lips eventually traced a trail down her throat, following it until the barest point of her collarbone could be touched. Lips, smooth as they were, parted so that they could give way to his teeth. Those hard points pressed against her skin, looking not to draw blood, but warmth from its actions, while greedily assuring itself of her taste.

And oh, her taste was immaculate.

If she had been a woman to lash out at him, likely his comment would have elicited such a reaction from her. However, even with her mind becoming as twisted as it was now, she hesitated. Instead, a low growl would escape through her frowned lips. As she scooted to accommodate to his hand now being wrapped around her waist, she shifted her gaze to meet with his own for mere short moments before his lips found themselves against her own chin.

"And what exactly do you mean by that? Are you insinuating something?" Granted, he had a point. If she did not have any true claim over him, any woman would likely be able to come and replace her. That was something she wouldn’t allow, not if she had anything to say about it.

"I’ll be damned if I allow some air headed bimbo blinded by how good looking you are to take my place." She was blunt in her intentions, stating them clearly. "You’re mine, and I’m yours. I’ll kill any bastard that tries to change that."

Lucy's question was the right one to ask, but it was also one that he would leave unanswered. Their relationship, dark and twisted as it was, appeared to dangle precariously against the edge of a blade. This sense of heaving desperation, confusion, and utter chaos was what he loved most about this. It was one thing to have the blonde dance along to his dark rhythms, but it was another for her to oppose him. Thrall as she might have been, it entertained him to see her question things, and as long as this did not escalate into open rebellion, he would do as he deemed pleasing.

"If you let some 'air headed bimbo' take your place, it would speak volumes towards your own abilities," he taunted, pressing his lips against her chin to seal those words with a kiss. Like all things, the simple touch of her skin was enough to make his spine rigid, and the look in his eyes deepen. Want, even now, was heavy when he thought of her. "Kill, break, manipulate, and maim. This is what you must do to secure your place at my side.

Do anything less, and you are doomed to be forgotten."

He had a good point, but it didn’t stop the irritability that was aroused when she thought of another woman even sharing a glance his way. She knew how women could be, and it didn’t sit well with her in the least. Granted, should they try anything, they wouldn’t be around for long afterwards, but that was besides the point.

A nod was given, “I know, but still,” Her irritation at such women was clear on her face, “They don’t sit well with me. Not at all.”

"Your throne is so high, and is so loftily held over them. Yet, still you struggle with jealousy. Oh, how your mortal spells endear yourself to me."

Having found that simply tapping his hands against himself was not enough, the man strode forward. Lucy's body was always far more welcoming, and in this instance, he chose to welcome himself appropriately. Wanting hands drifted forward, eventually curling themselves around her waist. An air of confidence seemed to surround his posture, culminating in the movement of his lips to press against her chin.

"So possessive, yet you still cannot claim what is yours. Are your surprised that others would try to seize your territory, knowing this?"

"——" Sour mood was still intact, but she wasn’t unwilling to discuss it, "The hoard of tramps that insists on trying to make flattery get them somewhere with you."

#regnumcaeleste #oh Lucy #how thoroughly we have broken you.

"Let them act as they please."

Her sour mood did not bring similar feelings outward, rather, they provoked the opposite. A grin threatened to split his lips, and exuberance brought him to tap his fingers against his side. To see Lucy writing in jealousy was a delight. The only thing that saddened him was how rare it was to provoke such a thing in her.

"The both of us know where my intentions lie, do we not?"

[/grumbles something about mass murder looking better by the second]