&. someone to blame.

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One ought to hold on to one’s heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.

 Friedrich Nietzsche,  Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via wordsnquotes)

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Botticelli c. 1500

Christ the Redeemer (detail)

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His reactions amused her, and pleased her at the same time. She kept herself from making any opinions of him, for such a thing led to attachment, and that was unwise for such an early thing, though his response to her title gave her an odd chill. As if she would be betrayed instantly.

"How lovely. A meal would be nice."

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      It was strange to voice the invitation to another ; stranger still to realize that, henceforth, his quarters would be split to accommodate her. Though it would distract ( & likely irritate ) him, Ayion was determined to keep her close. This was not a union of love but of political necessity. She had given him little reason to lower his guard nor dispel his fears. If anything, the lack of immediate harm had only increased his famed PARANOIA.       & still he thought about what the masses would say to see such a fair creature on the adviser's arm over the coming days. He had all but begged to have her greeting be simply himself ; that alone would be likely to cause stir. A faint pulse - like throb began at the back of his skull, setting Ayion's teeth on edge.                                    mere moments in this affair's company & I have a headache.        ❛ ❛  Of course. The dining area is to the left.  ❜ ❜ He gestured for her to walk with him, pace deliberately measured in the hopes that she would heed his nonverbal request.

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lxdyoftheshore:

"That I am." she replied, easing through her words," You are my husband." It was not a question, but rather a statement made solid by vocalization.

Her polite smile shifted with such ease that its grace almost seemed unearthy and well practiced. it looked..happy. ” I did, thank you.”

      The word was a foreign, unwelcome one that twisted his insides. Yet, he managed : ❛ ❛  & you my wife.  ❜ ❜ How it tore at him to say it ! Briefly, he looked away, focusing on a pinpoint of light in the distance to calm nerves usually forged of steel that now felt fragile as shaped pearl.       It was not her particular species that affected him, for he cared little of the boundary betwixt Man & beast that had been firmly laid ; rather, it was the notion that she was now at his side. He knew little of beauty, but he saw her as being beautiful ( though such thoughts were quickly shooed away ). To be fair, as well, she seemed pleasant enough.       Ayion smiled himself, a small gesture that did little to crack his cooled visage that reflected a thoughtful distrust.  ❛ ❛  I am glad. If you are hungry, I believe there is a warm meal prepared for us elsewhere that we are free to attend to.  ❜ ❜ 

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She was not fond of the rooms lighting. It inhibited  Her observational skills, but she imagined such a thing was intentional. Her focus was supposed to be on the man before her, and she did her best in such lighting.

The clothing choice was interesting certainly.  It showed authority, his state of wealth. Such power was good to have in the..family.

She offered a passive smile, to be polite, but the feeling was mutual. unless he was useful, she would find a way to discard him. ” Hello.”

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      Ayion surveyed her, watchful, quiet for a moment. The fine braids hidden amid flaxen mane swung forth as he dipped his head in acknowledgment. A burning intelligence flickered to life, keen stare sweeping over the one he had so fearfully pledged to wed.       them.  they.  their's.       What the wealthiest of that land now owned was shared, which cut a deep chord into what felt akin to his very soul.  ❛ ❛  You are the Lady Desirae, I trust.  ❜ ❜ He was aware only of her, but he felt the thousands of fleeting whispers that would follow. ❛ ❛  I hope your travels went well.  ❜ ❜ 

[fuckyeahedskrein]

I fight for beauty.

- Daario Naharis, Game of Thrones S3E08 “Second Sons”

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&. lxdyoftheshore

      the dragon raised his head, golden gaze seeking the features of his new    bride. He stood straighter, metallic fabric pooling at his feet ; small, glittering bands plated into his thick curls catching the dim light of the room.       ❛ ❛  Hello.  ❜ ❜        It was a reserved, single note spoken in silken tones. His expression was not overly kind nor did it say much in the way of happiness. Ayion was simply there, hidden among the throng & yet separated by his own design.

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A person can’t change all at once.

Stephen King, The Stand (via wordsnquotes)

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lxdyoftheshore:

Oh how he writhed. he would do quite nicely. Finally, someone among these fools who had some sense. Noted, she’d actually have to attempt to tread softly, but he knowledge that her ‘husband’ wanted nothing to do with her( Desirae had tried several ways to get him under her thumb.  Being  sweet, vile, annoying… but all produced the same reaction: Racist hate. That in itself had many advantages.) was its own shield. She doubted he’d listen to anything, good or bad, if it had anything to do with her. 

"I have matters of state and a vast library to keep me entertained," she replied,"the histories are most definitely my favorite."

She wanted him. She didn’t need him, but he was someone of power, someone that she could eventually need. She had to have someone on her side.

     It was akin to running on ice. With each furthering step, he slid downward ; dread filled the pit of his stomach & mingled with a deeply - seeding anger. The histories were no intimate secret, but they still contained therein more than most of her kind could ever hope to know. Their defeats, their failures were penned so meticulously, as carefully as the sheets of figures locked away in this very room, so as to educate. What if she learned from them ? What had she possibly unearthed ?     Mentally, he rubbed at his temple, a grating sigh coming through his thoughts. His exterior, however, did its best to stay calm, though a note of distaste was quickly blooming in the creases of his face with lips slightly turning down. Ayion dipped a curled head in acknowledgement of what she had said, the thick strands sliding about like a liquid shower of the precious METAL he was so famous for.     ❛ That is very astute of you ; there are not many who would take advantage of the available reading. & it is also most generous of your husband not to hinder your academic pursuits. ❜ His tone was painstakingly neutral, ever - careful, but yet carrying the same nearly soothing lilt that made his advice a welcome note among the din of most rooms. 

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lxdyoftheshore:

She watched him move, every step he took giving away just a bit more information. ” The face you chose to wear is perfectly fine for such an audience.” she retaliated with royal elegance,” And we both know that he cannot be bother, for he is writing his book. He’s quite curious to explore every inch of dark magic and write it down. I would not dare interrupt such a a passion.” her smile was still sweetly, but sickeningly so.,” but our dear leader has made it perfectly clear that he wishes to keep all affairs of state, his familial life, and me quite separate.  I, of course, am the least most important of the three and it would take ages for such a simple thing as that t be filtered through and approved. and besides, he might remark on the private quarters gifted to me and  think it enough for my comfort. My husband definitely thinks so.” her head canted slightly,” i doubt he would wish me to disturb his brother over such a petty thing. After all, I must go through him first.” 

     Ayion's lips drew together for a moment as he absorbed what he had never found necessary to ask himself. She was a viper in a den of hares, kept on a chain as thin as paper ; as she spoke & as he seemed to watch, the fibers in the scraps of linking material grew all the WEAKER. Did no one follow her ( he assumed such, seeing as he had not been informed of her entry into his office ) ? Private quarters with no servants, no means of keeping an eye on her ?      ❛ How shameful that one like yourself is so alone should you wish to pursue anything of interest. ❜ The adviser ignored the remark of his  m a s k, feeling the seething turmoil beneath a musing demeanor. Desirae had backed him into a corner & he was doing his best to stand firm until an opening to skirt about her opened. ❛ How do you pass the time with so little company ? ❜ Ayion shifted his weight, leaning slightly with the change in contemplated topics. What else would he discover before her visit was through ?

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         I'm not good.    I'm not bad.                            I'm just RIGHT.

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" The Sealand Country." she corrected,"  … Not that you have any maps of it." She smiled sweetly. She laughed then, her voice lilting and light,"I have no interest in your possessions, or your gold." Her smiled grew innocent at his last statement," But I’ve not ladies to wait on me, and I certainly couldn’t send my dear husband to ask for an audience.”

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     His eyes narrowed, flecked irises the same color of the metal she spoke so dismissively of glittering 'neath thick lashes. Yet, the smile stretching his lips was CAREFUL, only as polite as necessary in the face of a fellow serpent. He couldn't quite place a finger on it, but he knew, how he knew ! that there was more here. In quiet strides Ayion crossed to stand before his desk, before the intruder, a fiendish gentleman imprisoned by the required airs of grace. The extra threads & the bits of sparkling metallic pattern sewn into his clothing, however, betrayed him as someone a little more.      ❛ I am sure that the good Prince is capable of delivering a letter, but such is past. I only lament that I am without the rightful decor for one of your status. Do forgive my impoliteness in that regard. &, if I might suggest, perhaps a discussion with our leader to gain you a servant or two ? I am sure such a rightful courtesy was merely lost amid the chaos ; it ought to be brought back for your comfort's sake. ❜ 

[melisica]

[melisica]

(by angela ☾.)

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@goldfilledscars

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To be quite honest,’ the princess started  smoothing a wrinkle out of her clothing,” I simply walked in, sat down, and waited.” she smiled deviously,” The door was unlocked and there was no one to bar my entrance, I came and entered. We’ve yet to speak face to face after all.”

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     It was clear he was displeased ; fine lines creased his brow & the corners of his mouth at the presence within his office. He had exited for but a moment, trusting that all nuisances were watched, all things carefully kept guarded          clearly, it was too great a feat. Ayion's nostrils flared with a sharp exhalation, visage torn between devilish charm & sheer annoyance. The foreign threat of a  f o r e i g n e r  exasperated him in ways almost too vast to verbalize.      ❛ Princess Desirae of the Southern Isles, I presume ? ❜ No one else would carry on them such a uniquely human scent. ❛ I trust you have not injured any of my possessions. If you had announced your wish to meet earlier, I would have had something more proper prepared. ❜ & he cants his head, closely WATCHING.

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Ayion is not eager to wed & abhors the thought of siring a child ; to create a family or welcome a spouse would be to invite chaos into his perfectly ordered system. The mere thought of an inheriting son or daughter thoroughly frightens Ayion, for he knows that he would be no match for any offspring eager for their reward to come early. He also detests the idea of what he has accumulated being so severely split, believing that it ought to serve he & he alone after the toil it took to gain his status ( even posthumously ).

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I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t.

Albert Camus, The Stranger (via prinsipemo)