Crystal Conclave

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[gempantheon]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔞𝔫? 𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴? 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔍𝔬𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔄𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔰.⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆𝔓𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 - 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔱, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔦𝔫, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫.⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

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[gempantheon]

Good times.

[sylviareviar]

Lucius' advance wasn't unexpected, yet it somehow still managed to catch him off guard with the shivers his mere touch sent down his spine. His eyes, wide with wonder and amazement, and a little bit of fear, frantically scanned the other's face for signs of distress, or changing his mind, before they shut tight, and he leaned in to finally, finally reciprocate.

Oft he'd heard people describing their lover's lips as tasting sweet, and for the first time, he realized what they meant. The sweetness wasn't literal, yet in a way it also was. The sensation, the contact, the warmth it sent down his body, everything about it was perfect and addicting. Enjoying this moment, brought about by a substance illegal to Lus's homeland, felt like a sin. Like he was taking a bite of the forbidden fruit now that it was offered to him, and once he'd had a single taste of it, there was no going back.

Not even the stars mattered to him anymore in this moment; his greed had taken hold, and now he wants Lucius all to himself.

He climbed over the prince, one hand caressing his cheek, and stared him dead in the eyes for several moments before finally, his nose just barely touched Lucius', and once more, he leaned in for a kiss. Shorter, sweeter, more desperate. He leaned in again, and again. Once wasn't enough. He needed more. His common sense had completely dissipated, his fear only fueled his heat, and his mind's haze finally returned, as if he'd finally gotten drunk off of merely the taste of the elixir everyone in the kingdom and beyond could only dream of.

He pressed a hand to Lucius' thigh. Every breathless kiss, he trembled. Sparks of light danced around him, creating violet trails in the air, like fireflies or miniature stars, almost taunting him, until finally he ran out of breath and pressed his face against the prince's neck. This was all so new to him. It was like he'd completely lost his mind. No longer could he fight his prince's thrall. But in his passion, he worried he might go too far, and ruin what they had.

Lucius was the one who was sick, who had been drugged. Yet, here he was, a pathetic shell of what he should have been.

"...I'm afraid," he admitted, his breath hot on the prince's skin, but nigh inaudible. "I don't know what I'm doing. I've never... f-felt like this before."

Teach me what to do. I need you.

[gempantheon]

Finally. As if all the pieces of the puzzle slotted into place as a low hum escaped the prince's lips, like a siren's lure to the star he yearned to grasp in his own hands. Falling backwards as the silken sheets melt into settling against his spine, the low note that's drawn from him as the other returns once more into another kiss. His hands lift, reaching for the other and wrapping around him, as if he had the power to selfishly claim this single star. This one was his. This was the one he wanted to forever steal from the night sky and hold within the chambers of his own room. To brighten his path, to cling to something selfishly for the security it could give. Like a beast born of desire, so vicious, and yet it takes everything in him not to devour the fine meal before him.

His own hands tracing through hair as white as snow, smooth as silk, and letting his fingers slowly trace along each strand before he shifts, attempting to get a firmer grip that will bring clarity through the haze. Each kiss was shattering the golden chains wrapped so tightly around their souls, silver intermixed that he was ripping apart with his bare hands. The pleading burns in the depths of his chest as his mind swims, like he's plummeted into the sea and is attempting to find his way to the surface. A low whine is all that escapes his lips when the other pulls away, even with the call of oxygen burning at them both. It's not enough, this insatiable heat, the way he desires the other, just him, in all his entirety.

"Convey me hence, mine cherished rogue. Let thine instincts be thy guiding starre." He utters, as if as breathless as the haze swallows him further. Yet his hands move, finding their way to the buttons and ties of the other's attire, pulling at it slightly as he huffs. Mist escaping past his lips from his heated figure as he grumbles, a rare pout showing on his face. "Pray thee, cast off these vestments. Mine heart doth yearn to worship thee." If he were afraid, then he would quell it with the adoration he would give him.

[gempantheon]

Then...if thats the true nature of the games.... He really hopes Jun or someone else doesn't let him win. Not sure he'll be able to live with himself.

[gempantheon]

You thought I wouldn't make a dragon au for Johan because of my dragon addiction? haha wrong.

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[sylviareviar]

That long?! He remembered that day. It was about a few months into his mission. A week after a big banquet, Lus was still getting letters from noblewomen and princesses of neighboring kingdoms, each inviting him to tea or proposing marriage, some more... obsessively than others. It was the first time Jack had ever seen such fervor dedicated to a single human being. He could feel the noose tightening on Lus's neck from his spot resting beneath the tree.

It was just idle curiosity at the time, as Lus had given him a non-answer. But to think that innocent question had apparently sparked... this? Buried deep within, locked in iron chains that melted away with a well-placed draught?

Lus was too special. Everyone sought his hand. For Jack, the fall had been gradual. Soft, each constituting of a slight slip of the tongue, or a tease that pushed the boundaries just a little bit more than it should have. But, at war, he saw Lus's true capabilities. With each passing day, he grew stronger and stronger, and Jack, who had gotten so arrogant in his own power, had to sprint to keep up. It really put it into perspective to him, how much farther he had to go.

Lucius made him want to become better. Stronger. Not just to protect himself, or his sisters. When he was faced with the possibility of losing him, punishment from the stars was the last thing on his mind. In fact, he'd have gladly forsaken his own life for his failure.

"...the day you went missing, I couldn't sleep for over a week. I searched high and low for you, and it was only the Ruby Commander who forced me to keep in line with the rest of the army. I don't know when I started falling for you, but the day I found you... That was when I realized. I didn't want you to disappear. I didn't want to lose you."

Lucius' grasp was strong, and Jack allowed himself to get pulled in, leaning over his body with one arm at his side, the other resting on the headboard to keep him steady. His heart pounded, hands trembling, but he couldn't pull away this time. He didn't want to. There was no safer place for him right now than here, bathed in golden light. Lucius may as well have been a star himself, on par with Major Leo in radiance and splendor. For once, his prince had a wish for himself. He had a selfish wish. To Jack, this was monumental. There was no greater freedom than the freedom to be selfish.

"...I want nothing more than to remain by your side to the end of my days. If you're a craven beast, then I am a gluttonous thief, who would take you from the rest of your own world and never share again. But, Lus, you should know that--... I'm also a coward. I'm afraid, and I've been afraid to love you for such a long time. All my jokes, all my jabs, my banter... I-- I wanted something bigger than myself, and I knew that. So I lied, both to you and myself, and hoped I could leave. But, as I thought..."

"...Lus. I've been considering this for several weeks, but... I'm considering enacting Celestial Judgment upon myself, for even daring to dream of remaining here by your side for the rest of my days."

[gempantheon]

Yes. That moment. It had taken longer than he'd liked to escape his captors, playing into their flaws and in the middle of the night, finally managing to gather enough energy to summon Cobalt Eagle to his side from so far away. He doesn't remember much, stumbling his way back to where Cobalt Eagle guided him, even at times walking along the ground just to support him, until finally he'd met up with the squadron, all but collapsed, and the pain took him under. Awakening again, alive. Once more, surrounded by the people who care and those sworn to him by oath. Could he have someone sworn to him by love for once?

Here. This moment. Nothing else mattered with the 'gluttonous thief' that had stolen his heart. The unspoken words, the curses upon their tongues, the moments that cried out for one another's touch, but duty shackled them. No more. Curse it all. Let it rot. These shackles will no longer hold him, nor the other who remarks about something about Judgement. Had his mind not been so muddled by the mixed concoction, perhaps he would have other words. Except... he only has one thing to say, with the other so close. So close. Satisfy the desire.

"The stars themself shall not possess thee, for thou art mine."

Get answers. Later. Time was precious, and when would an opportunity arise like this again, so close once more, even if the positions were reversed. It's with that moment, he pulls the other closer to remedy the failure of last night. Bathed in the sun's radiant glow, perhaps it would look better under the moonlight but here he is, lips pressed against the other's as if to silence him before he would dare utter another word, trail further away from him, eyes gazing into the other's, the radiant hues adorned by the color of gemstones staring into the eyes of one who was like the sky, the stars hidden within his gaze. It's perhaps a bit desperate, the haze that clouds his mind. He only parts to wrap his arms around the other again, beckoning him into the warmth, not just with his heated frame but the enticement, the flushed face as he breathes, chest rising with each breath as he whispers. "Abide with me, I pray thee. For 'tis but the star that doth guide my path which I desire. And that star art thou."

[elementalistfusion]

Here is my heart coming 'round the bend

Oh my heart, oh my heart

Here is my love coming 'round again

Coming 'round, coming 'round

Where do we start?

Beginning or the end?

To the start, to the start

Inside the dark, love explodes a friend

Light explodes, light explodes

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[iobartach]

@gempantheon [johan] asked;

"LOOK OUT!"

He hears the shout, body tensing to leap clear as he registers the warning that's packaged within it. But it's too late, his timing off by a matter of seconds because... the object hurtling his way is airborne, and approaching from behind, a blindspot that, despite taking every opportunity to train and hone his enhanced senses, still impacts him in a way that other Spiders remain unaffected by.

As such, long before he can complete a half rotation, the projectile collides with him, striking the back of his head with enough force that he grunts out a dull muffle of complaint as his eyes slide shut. No longer able to stand, the momentum of the clash tips Miguel forward, falling limp and lifeless to the ground with all the force of a felled tree, laying prone but moving -- ever so slightly -- at random intervals.

Had Johan intended to follow up with further talk, it went unheard for as long as Miguel stayed in place. Immobilised, until the endless machine that was his healing factor attended to the damage sustained.

[gempantheon]

"Darn it!"

Too late. Too late again. His rapid footsteps aren't anything to scoff at; pushing at the boundaries of his healed limits, he's still within the limits of the human body, even with how fast he tries to be, or needs to be. However, Amethyst Cat is faster; her lithe, agile frame bounds forward to launch itself at the weird...thing! He can't even begin to assume to know what it is but it's certainly not a duel spirit and with the weird streets and absolute chaos of this place he's even more assured that he's not home, so far removed from it that he can't even text his friends who must be worried sick with his sudden drop off the radar, right off the grid and man he's gonna miss the tournament too.

So while his trusted older sister deals with the rampaging creature, who'd all but hurled something at Miguel- actually, he's not even certain what it was, just that something had bounced off the man's head comically. Coming to a skidding halt next to the larger man and definitely bulkier, not that he wasn't deceptively strong in his own regard. Which, despite all the blaring red signs, he tries anyway to pick the other up, get him out of the way of danger. "Oh my goddess, you ate everyone's breakfast-" He grunts out as the weight burns at his forearms; however, he manages to get the other into his arms and carry him out of the way of immediate danger. Setting him down as he quickly reaches out, Duel Disk's wing expanding on his arm before he places Amber Mammoth's card on it, immediately followed by the mammoth appearing and protectively placing itself between them and danger while Amethyst Cat provides a distraction. "C'mon. Now is not the time to take a nap, mister."

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[umbraticthunder]

"Jeg skal rive i kjøttet hans før han noen gang får tak i deg igjen." Its a promise, a dare. He wants to see the motherfucker try, because not only did he have to go through Jun- but he'd have to go through Judai as well. "Du vet ikke engang at han har vært her før jeg er ferdig med ham."

That was, if he was even there. That was something he was still trying to come into grasp with, but that was a thought process better for later. If he had been smarter, he would've taken Johan to his own dorm room instead of his. Albeit he hadn't been thinking, "Jeg kan ta deg tilbake til rommet ditt i obelisken, hvis det er det du vil." He gently coaxes Johan to take the cup, he'd have to make another drinkable one.... But for now, if the lukewarm was what was bringing him round, so be it.

The blood from Johan's nails drips down steadily, yet he doesn't stop him. It was clear it was an attempt to ground himself, even if it wasn't a fruitful endeavor. He let Johan do whatever he needed, even if that meant he would. "Ikke- akkurat. Men det er hjemme for nå."

[gempantheon]

The voice whispers safety; it almost reminds him of the warmth that eludes him, it almost reminds him of Jesse. Of the warmth of the embrace of his mother, but Jesse had always meant security, that fierce desire to protect, he was always better at it than he was. He was always better at fighting where it mattered. While he stuck to dueling, he couldn't bring himself to hurt others, and even in self-defense, it still made him stomach churn. Jesse took far more after their mother in that regard, her ferocity to protect, even as her body crumbled. He had to get back- he needed to...! He couldn't leave Jesse alone; he needed to know he was safe. Gods let his brother be safe. Please. Please don't take him away from him, too. Mother was bad enough. Wait. He can't even taste the blood that had been on his tongue. There's a lack of metallic iron, or the tangy copper that had him gagging back then. Instead, the scent fills his senses. Chocolate? No, it's....it's that. The rarity that the sailors had shared once on the boat. He can't remember what it's called, but then the flashes, like he knows, it's called something, it's not exactly hot though. Wasn't it supposed to be...-!

His head jolts upright, staring right at the blurry mass of ebony onyx. It takes him longer than he likes to see through all the tears that have left his cheeks marked. It takes a moment to realize who he's all but been buried into; there's only one person he knows that smells like Blackberries, Black Tea, and Sandalwood. His scattered mind hasn't quite processed anything fully clearly but he's still looking around.

"Wh-where's...my brother...he- he needs to be safe- Jun, please tell me he's not-Is Judai-"

Maybe he's still stuck in the depths of hell a bit.

[yugioh-sheets-blog]

宝玉獣トパーズ・タイガー

Crystal Beast Topaz Tiger

[umbraticthunder]

He doesn't mind the nails digging deep into his chest, his shoulder, he doesn't mind. He's unsure of how to help exactly, as he's realized that since they'd escaped the party- Johan's mind is a million miles from here. Somewhere darker, somewhere Jun feels as though he'd understand the fear, the torment.

All he can do now is gently wave the cup of hot cocoa underneath his nose, draw a little of him out of his senses. Gently wrap his coat around the shivering and trembling form after getting it off the best that he could. "Jeg har deg. Ingenting vil skade deg her. Jeg har deg, Johan."

"Du trenger aldri å dra tilbake til det stedet så lenge jeg puster" Jun doesn't move further than to pull him closer, forehead against his shoulder "Breathe with me." He's unsure of how exactly Johan had gotten in to this state of mind, what had triggered it, he knew that the other had a past with some asshole. Someone who had tried to lock him up and keep him like a porcelain doll.

For those reasons he avoided rubbing the other anywhere, kept his hold to the upper back as he kept Johan on his lap- seeing as he refused to be put down. Kept his other hand, the one holding the now lukewarm cocoa in sight.

Not that he figured Johan could see anything right now with how far gone he was, but it was still a precaution.

[gempantheon]

"Han er fortsatt her. Han venter. Jeg kan ikke unnslippe ham."

No matter where he went, no matter what he did, they pursued him; they still existed in flickering shadows, figures out of the corner of his gaze. He hides in the howling winds, and each teacher to his face is but another segment of himself that's missing. Robbed. Taken. BROKEN. He can't breathe. He can't get back what was taken. He wants it back. Please. He can't be broken. He can't be broken. He needed to get back to them. He couldn't leave him alone. What did he do to him?

Yet no matter how far he digs his nails, nothing happens; there is no freedom besides the voices that drift in and out of his stone prison, where he can hear the snow crunching, and the chill is so damn intense. But something warm is just within reach, like a warm spot that seeks to get rid of the cold that nips at exposed flesh; his bruised knuckles are cracked, is the warmth his running blood? Caked upon his flesh? Or his bruises are finally swelling to the point that he can't feel the cold anymore. "Jeg er redd. Jeg vil ikke være her. Jeg vil dra hjem." Yet even as he rasps, the warmth settles more and more; it feels like steam. Which doesn't match his surroundings. There's no crackle of fire or the hissing of a ruptured old pipe. The smell of blackberries is something that doesn't come with the man; is it the voice? But why is he not bound in the same position? There are inconsistencies, and perhaps that is what starts to bring him back from the depths of hell. The first few minutes are just chaos, distorted, he can't focus fully, and yet...he manages to loosen his grasp. He tries to focus on the voice. "Hvem?"

[sylviareviar]

...perhaps it was a fruitless endeavor, getting an account of the events of yesterday from him. At the very least, it didn't seem as though he realized Jack was the one who pulled him into slumber's deep embrace. Had anything continued beyond that point, his shame would know no bounds, and the calls of his body would have won over the alarm bells in his mind.

Getting any kind of coherent accounts from him would be like pulling teeth. Instead, the herbalist's advice came to mind. Seeking answers.

He hesitated to reach out his hand; the Lucius he knew wouldn't have wanted Jack's hand carding through his hair, dancing with morning light reflecting off each individual strand. But his selfish mind gave way, because wouldn't it be so magnificent if this was truly what Lucius had wanted? If the love potion was more akin to a potion of truth?

How full his heart would feel to see his prince leaning into his touch, begging for more with those eyes that glistened in rich colors, fair skin tinged with the flush of red.

Satisfy his desire.

How long had Lus held back? How long had he looked to him as more than merely a poorly mannered guardian angel? When faced with Lus at his most honest, Jack couldn't muster the strength to bring back that playful persona. He hadn't the willpower to resist his temptations. He felt no magic from his eyes-- no more than ordinary, unfiltered love, as he shone with a crystal-clear radiance that had stolen the hearts of his entire kingdom and even beyond.

So how dare Jack dream that heart could be his?

He inhaled deeply. Here goes nothing...

"...y-you mentioned last night... that you'd held your tongue about how you felt for duty's sake. How-- how long have you felt this way? Am I... really that special to you? I mean, I know we trust each other with everything, but-- but to the point of last night--?!"

His confidence, his mask, everything was gone from his face now. All he had was the fear he had wished to bury deep within his soul, the embarrassment of potentially, somehow, misunderstanding the night prior...

...and the hesitation of the sheer insinuation that he had even remotely the amount of value the prince believed him to have.

[gempantheon]

Finally. His soul might as well explode in his chest when he feels the other's touch return, a soothing balm to the residual heat, not with nearly enough fervor as it had been last night. Costing him a precious moment he would love to remedy, he doesn't miss the hesitation, and he must remedy that immediately. If not for the way he leans into the touch, eyes closing for a moment as he simply breathes, it's a relief he hasn't felt in years besides last night. The comfort in this touch that speaks to the very depths of his soul, not just his heart. Despite the sharp features of the spikes, it's soft, akin to the silk sheets he lies upon, and easily shifts with the other's touch. Each strand of golden yellow hair reflects the sunlight, yet within the edges, it seems that the reflected light almost looks like a rainbow along the edges.

But the other asks him questions that don't align with his memory; the other had been more receptive last night? Where was this hesitation coming from? Was he perhaps not somehow clear enough? His heart cries out; it burns with an agony that he doesn't want to feel. Shame flickers across his face for this mishap. How dare he not answer the other's questions? This is something he needs to remedy immediately.

"Verily, at first 'twas beyond my ken. Mine thoughts stirred not until I didst utter a careless word, concerning the many who didst yearn for my hand in wedlock. Thou didst inquire of me unto whom I might bestow it, whom I heldeth dear. And upon this I didst ponder for months hence. In that season, we grew nigh and nigher, until I didst perceive that I couldst not conjure a single maiden in mine mind. Yet, one man there was, unto whom I wouldst grant it, were it within my power."

"A craven wretch am I, and though I didst strive to deny it, and refuse the very call of mine own heart, 'tis vanquished now. For it doth yearn but for thee, and I, a selfish knave, desireth to possess thee for all eternity, and thee alone."

He grasps with fleeting strength, aiming to pull the other closer, even if it wasn't like the contact they'd gained last night, or the moment prior. This time, he's able to grasp onto the other, face still flushed slightly, eyes soft, and his expression betrays entirely the sheer desperation. His gaze cast up to him, pleading, both with his eyes alone, like a gateway into the soul, and his own voice. Let his words strike true this time. "Pray thee, forsake me not, though thou art aware what a beastly wretch I be, for desiring thee thus. I need thee. Thou art the sole object of my desire."

[hurup0n]

Happy birthday!

[gempantheon]

Breathe.

Breathe.

He needs to breathe, but he can barely get the oxygen again, and no matter what he does, he feels like he's sinking to his knees, the world is too blurry, and he can't make out anything. He can't focus on the world, and he can't even think beyond one thing. Escape. Get out. Get out. GET OUT. GET OUT. HE NEEDS TO GET OUT. THE EXIT IS RIGHT THERE. But he can't. Freedom is beyond him; he's almost escaped once. Once he was almost- so close to that hatch- so close that he could still smell the crisp air, practically taste it on his tongue, and the next- pain.

Agony.

Torment.

It blurs, two figures, both far too close, defying death, if he opened his lips now? Would the screams he couldn't make back then come raging to the surface? Could he even call for help? Each time he opens his mouth, the fresh scent of something new burns at him. The intense scent is the only thing that smells different; his body won't listen to him. Nails are dug deep into something; he can feel a weight pry at him, and he resists it, vehemently. If he could scream, he would, but the only thing that comes out is pathetic gasps for the oxygen that won't fill his lungs as fast as he's losing it.

Something isn't right; there are voices again. The crunch of snow and branches if he listened close enough. So close. So close and all he can do is whimper, whine like the bleeding, caged animal he is. All he can do is plead with the forces that lie outside of this hell, call to them with barely even a whisper, a rasp as his heart thunders away in his chest, the salty tears burning at his eyes as he calls with any strength, anything. Please. Please salvation. Anything! "Noen redde meg. Vær så snill. Vær så snill, jeg er rett her. Jeg er her. Se etter meg. Få meg ut herfra."