you say the whole world’s ending

honey, it already did written (questionable) by maria for nomadshqz

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𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱

written by maria for 1642hq

⟢﹒ ☁️  adam engvall, 26, swedish royal butler

˚₊﹒ 🌱 kelem abate, 29, ethiopian princess

‧ ₊ ˚ 👑 adisorn "adi" narong, 28, thai prince italian cook

◦ ◌⠀ 🪞 william stuart, 26, scottish prince

. ✧ . * 🍷 miłowit woźniak, 34, polish guard

𓏸 ͘ ࣭ ⸰ 🪴 manouel nunez, 32, portuguese gardener

. ◦ ◌ 🫧 magnus windsor, 26, prince of england

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OPEN STARTER. location : courtyard. open to anyone.

he looked like he was on a mission of sorts, one that involved going to see the english king. though truth be told he'd rather be doing anything but that, he'd grown bored of the kings games, the scheming, the errands but what choice did he have? it was that or he lost everything and he'd be publicly shamed. being earl had many perks, not enough attention to be noticed constantly, but enough power to get about when he wanted to, if he wanted to. it made sneaking off to see somebody that bit easier.

nathaniel was walking quickly through the courtyard when someone approached from behind him. he stopped and turned, brow already raised before he came face to face with them. " i'm in a rush, can it not wait? "

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adam had gone out on a limb by making his way over upon seeing nathaniel, he couldn’t stop himself. saw the opportunity and took it, however brief the resulted interaction would be. he had to take a few rushed steps to catch up, and as he finally did he reached out to place a hand on nathaniel’s shoulder - but didn’t have time to before he turned around.

now, he wasn’t sure what sort of greeting he'd expected, but this was not it. he raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest, feigning annoyance despite the way the corners of his mouth curled into a small smile of relief at seeing nate. “i suppose, if it must.”

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drops of dew covering moss. the scent of lavender. a deep longing for something you can never get back. a half empty bottle of wine sitting on a windowsill. sleeping in. cat hairs covering a knitted sweater. a ring always kept safely in your pocket.

stats.

full name :  manouel nunez age :  thirty two zodiac sign :  virgo gender :  cis  man, he / him sexual  orientation :  "heterosexual" occupation : fletcher alignment :  lawful neutral languages  spoken :  portuguese, spanish, english + traits :  compassionate, gentle, playful - traits : detached, obsessive, pessimistic

biography.

tw: death, child loss

you're adopted by a loving couple unable to conceive, and you're always loved as if you were their own. your upbringing is nothing remarkable, your mother a seamstress and your father a farmer, but you're in good capable hands and your parents look at you like you're the meaning of life despite the fact that you're very average, at best. as soon as you learn to walk you're following your mother around, watching her work and helping her where you can. when you're old enough to be of actual use, you make sure you are. the older you get, the more you find yourself drawn to making things with your hands. you try woodworking, smithing, and soon enough, you're fletching; and you're good at it.

time passes. you grow up, your parents grow old. you meet a woman with whom you fall in love, and before you even have time to think about what's going on, she's with child. you're to become a father, and you can hardly wait.

then, the worst case scenario. your wife falls ill, and as she passes she takes your child with her. you don't know where to put the grief, so you choose to run from it instead. you sever all ties from your home. you move around, you never plant your roots anywhere in fear that they will be ripped up. soon enough, you land in scotland. drawn to the gathering of people from all over the world. maybe this is where you will finally find some sense of purpose?

relationships.

absolutely none pls give me

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unsent postcards. losing track of time. flinching at the sound of your father's voice. a venus fly trap closing around its prey. a swift handling of a sharp sword. building steady walls around yourself. clawing at what is wrong with you. running away from your problems.

stats.

name :   adisorn narong nickname : adi age :   twenty eight birthday : august 23rd zodiac sign :   virgo gender :  cis man, he / him sexual orientation:  homosexual alignment :  chaotic evil + traits :  bold, observant, persistent - traits :  cocky, judgemental, manipulative

biography.

you're a mistake before you even enter the world. you're born out of wedlock. not because your father is not married, only he is not married to your mother. your father is quick to save face, claiming you and leaving your mother alone to fend for herself.

perhaps this is the reason to your constant need to prove yourself worthy of existing. you excel in most things you take on. you learn to fight, you educate yourself, you do what you can to show your worth. no one says otherwise, but you can tell they see you as less than. however, you’re a prince. a prince does as he likes. if a staff member in your home looks at you wrong, it can be dealt with. if someone’s tongue speaks words they shouldn’t, that can be fixed by the snap of your fingers.

is it your father’s lack of love that builds a wall between you and reality, or is it knowing that your mother so seemingly easily discarded of you after your birth? either way, cruelty has a grip around your throat, and you do not fight against it. instead you use it to your advantage however you see fit.

relationships.

none :')

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OPEN STARTER. location : tavern. open to anyone.

aksel heard the footsteps approach his table but didn't look up from the cup of ale in hand right away. an exaggerated sigh left the vikings lips, a moment of peace was all he wanted, yet it seemed to be too much to ask ever since they'd arrived in scotland. " if you have come to me because my brother is causing trouble again i do not care. " a mouthful of ale was swallowed before he looked up at last. " i cannot control him nor am i in the mood to keep trying. "

he'd tried time and time again but it seemed halvdan wouldn't listen to his younger sibling anymore, perhaps their sister would have more luck. if he wasn't there, he couldn't be held responsible. " but if you would like to join me for a drink then you're welcome to sit. the night is young and i will buy your next drink. "

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william could bite his tongue, but not without the corners of his lis quirking into a small albeit playful smile. without saying anything, he took a seat next to the viking. one elbow on the table, he rested his head in his hand. he looked at the tavern keeper expectantly, fully expecting to be served without having to ask for it.

pleased upon noticing that his ale was being poured he turned to look at aksel instead, "you know i've no interest in discussing your brother. such politics are not my domain." they ought to be, but alas, he'd been born into a family that didn't quite value his opinion. he reached for the pint as it was handed to him.

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twirling  around  until  dizzy.  the  scent  of  jasmine.  falling  in  love  with  strangers.  a  bouquet  of  wildflowers.  talking  to  plants  to  help  them  grow.  a  lonely  heart.  chewing  on  pencils.  always  placing  others  before  yourself.  a  jar  of  honey  filled  to  the  brim.  morning  dew  sparkling  in  the  grass.  hiding  a  stray  cat  from  your  parents. 

stats.

name : kelem seyum age : twenty nine zodiac sign : pisces  gender : cis woman, she / her sexual orientation : pansexual alignment : lawful good interests : nature, painting, reading + traits : trusting, creative, playful - traits : aloof, indecisive, perfectionist

𝓲'𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓲'𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓵, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝔂, 𝓽𝓻𝔂, 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓲'𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓮𝔃𝓮 𝓲'𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓮

biography.

you’re born in the middle. not the oldest, not the youngest. you’re taught love early on. you approach the world with gentle hands, you accept the role as caretaker that is placed upon you with no explanation, no questions asked. you love, you love freely and you love hard. it is your greatest strength and your greatest weakness. 

your love comes easy for those who want it. you give it away with no hesitation. you do not beg, but you always find yourself longing for the same in return.

when your siblings fall and scrape their knees, you kiss them better. when you scrape your knees, you insist it doesn’t hurt. you grow up fast, but never lose your childlike sense of wonder. it’s a great paradox, it’s what keeps you intact. you’re still climbing trees, catching bugs and swimming in lakes. it  keeps you grounded when the world spins faster than you can keep up with. 

your heart is broken, and you mend it. your trust is broken, you give it away once more. 

you wait for your turn. still to this day, you wait for your turn. 

relationships.

absolutely none pls give this woman some friends

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plugging your ears with your fingers while someone is talking. jumping from one extreme to another. laughing in inappropriate situations. losing track of time. a bouquet of orange roses gifted to a friend. forgetting to drink your tea before it cools. two empty glasses of wine on your bedside table.

stats.

full name : william friesal age : twenty six birthday : april 19th zodiac sign : aries gender / pronouns : cis male, he / him sexual orientation : pansexual alignment : chaotic good languages spoken : english, gaelic, a few words in danish positive traits : extroverted, charismatic, observant negative traits : impatient, compulsive, obsessive soundtrack : all eyes on me - bo burnham

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍'𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚝? 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎

biography.

tw: death, murder

the world is full of colours but you see everything in black and white. while your brothers grow up learning to fight, you often find yourself sneaking off to feed your mind rather than your muscles. to you, a sharp tongue have always seemed more important than a sharp sword. your father never agreed.

the youngest of your family, you grew up weak and awkward. a growth spurt granted you with limbs longer than you knew what to do with. like a baby lamb just learning how to walk you found yourself stumbling over your own feet trying to move forward in the world. to your siblings, it seemed, pride and confidence came naturally. to you, it never came at all. though your father wanted you to fight, you could not bring yourself to feel comfortable holding a weapon of any kind. the only time you're caught with a weapon in your hands is when you're forced to defend yourself against guards at your father's request. each time this practice leaves you with both physical and mental scars to remind you of what a disappointment you are. your sister clad in armour takes your place when she can. sometimes it works, sometimes your father calls for the both of you for the sake of a lashing well deserved.

then comes the day you can never take back. you are forced to fight again. made to defend yourself, and like every time before you are so scared of death that you can barely keep the sword in your trembling hands. the guard does not see you as a threat. he takes no safety precautions because he knows you to be weak. all it takes for you is one wrong move, and seconds later he is bleeding out on the ground. your mom does her best to soothe you in the aftermath of you realising what you've done, then it is swept under the rug. life continues in its unforgiving normalcy, but something within you has shifted. growing apathy breaks down your walls and your father becomes gradually more successful in feeding you with brutality. not in a way that brings you closer to him, however. you find yourself pushing limits where possible. you try to stand up for yourself, and though you're never successful in your attempts to fight back given your lack of physical strength in comparison to the rest of your family, you still kick and scream for all you're worth.

you find yourself wishing on your father's death on a daily basis. unfortunately, your mother is the one to go instead. your one source of safety and comfort is taken from you. who's to say what the result will be?

relationships.

not boyfriend : tyr magnussen

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the  top  button  of  a  shirt  left  undone.  a  deep  ache  to  feel  like  you  belong.  willingly  stepping  into  your  own  cage.  replacing  love  with  a  one  night  stand.  sneaking  a  botte  of  wine  under  your  jacket.  a  lost  sense  of  wonder.  stains  of  lipstick  on  your  neck.  falling  just  before  the  finish  line.  doing  as  you’re  told.  forgetting  to  eat.  leaving  before  the  other  wakes  up.

stats.

name : adam gustafsson age : twenty seven birthday : july 20th zodiac sign : cancer sun, taurus moon, leo rising gender / pronouns : cis man, he / him sexual orientation : pansexual alignment : chaotic neutral languages spoken : swedish, english, basic danish positive traits : loyal, honest, negative traits : stubborn, cynical

biography.

 cw: death and murder

you were born to not be seen. you’re raised to not take up space. you blend into the surrounding scenery until you are needed for something, and just as fast as the snap of fingers or the wave of a hand asked you for help, you disappear into the background again once the task is complete. it's drilled into you that you must learn your place, and you do it very well.

you often find yourself helping your father with his job as a servant for the swedish royals when you’re able. you learn how to work a broom, how to best care for an apple tree, how to carry several pints at once without spilling a drop. you’re endearing, you’re sweet, your cheeks are pinched,  you’re just like your father  and you take much pride in it. you know nothing of what the world has in store for you. you’re curious about your surroundings. your older sister teaches you how to ride a horse, and together you sneak off when everybody else is asleep for midnight adventures filled with made up stories of bravery and happily ever afters while you imagine such lives for yourselves. you pick bouquets of dandelions and gift them to your mother who keeps it a secret from you that they are weeds. you’re taught how to skip rocks, but instead of throwing them you keep them in a keepsake box under your bed. you find yourself out in the courtyard: the moon has slivered down to a shard and you didn’t know of any constellations so you made up your own and named them after the people who love you.

you’re happy. you’re amongst friends. the cooks at the castle offer you apple slices to keep you around, always excited about your presence. you keep them company as you grow up in front of their eyes. they still see you as a chid, their chid, and the taste of apples remind you of love.

you fall in love several times a week. not being caught becomes one of your favourite games. hushed laughter and unbuttoned shirts is a regular occurrence. every melody in the world belongs to you.

then, something changes.

your mother becomes sick, and soon thereafter she passes, and your older sister is quick to join her. you and your father alike are struck with insurmountable grief. for you, it means you stop getting out of bed in the mornings. for him, it means he can no longer perform as well in regards to his work as he used to. the swedish king takes notice, and it is dealt with swiftly. your father joins the rest of your family and you are left to fill his shoes. you try to wish yourself dead in hopes of seeing your family again but it does not work.

you stay alive, you keep your two younger siblings fed. your hands shake, but only when no one is watching. you do not have the time to grieve. you occupy yourself with polishing, pouring, boiling tealeaves and doing as you’re told. at night you drink yourself warm. flowers still bloom, stars still sparkle, and you are blind to all of it. you find yourself curling on your bed as you had once been cradled by your parents.

when the king is murdered by his very own advisor, you do not say a word. you do not try to prevent it, you do not run for help. you lock the door and you avert your eyes, but you cannot do the same with your ears. your reward is to keep your position, and so, you're brought along to scotland. you try and use the change of scenery as a fresh start. during the day you do your best to shine a decent enough light on sweden, and at night you collapse into the beds of strangers to keep your mind from drifting towards the past you're trying to forget.

you fall into the arms of a woman with as many coils as a snake and in return she lands you a broken nose and a belief that this is how you ought to be treated. it is only with the help of a friend that you manage release yourself from her honey coated claws. out of her arms, you fall into his - but this is different. his hands do not pull you in to push you away once he grows bored and finds something more interesting, and before you even know what's happening you've fallen in love with your best friend.

relationships.

nathaniel : love of his whole life :-) that's it ig pls give him some friends jjdfjskfj

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be honest, adam. what have you not said yet?

"att tanken på att förlora dig skrämmer mig så mycket att jag... jag skulle inte säga att jag ljuger, men... undviker sanningar, absolut. och jag vet att det kommer föra med sig problem, men jag kan inte sluta. för även om du känner mig bättre än någon annan gör och jag tror dig när du säger att du älskar mig, så... jag tror fortfarande att du kommer vakna ur det så småningom. och jag vill inte att du ska göra det, så... du vet. jag döljer det fula. det jag är rädd att kommer skrämma iväg dig, och så försöker jag hantera det utan att du vet om det. men jag är även rädd att min... vana, antar jag, kommer vara det som blir slutet på oss."

"that the thought of losing you scares me so much that i find myself... i wouldn't say lying, but... avoiding truths, certainly. and i know it's going to bring problems along but i can't stop. because even though you know me better than anyone else and i believe you when you say that you love me, i still... i feel like you're going to snap out of it eventually. and i don't want you to, so... you know. i hide the bad things. the things i fear that will scare you away, and i try to deal with them without you knowing. but i'm also worried that this... habit, i suppose, that i can't stop, is going to be the end of us."

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will, do you leave because you want to or because you think you have to? what are you so afraid of? -💕

"i'm not afraid, i'm just... i don't want to leave, and i don't... think i have to, but... i don't want to dive head first into something i can't handle, i guess? and, i don't know, you make me feel... i don't know. i'm scared to lose you, i guess. i tend to feel strongly, but not like this, and i suppose... if it's undefined, if its nothing as it is now, then... i won't be able to ruin it. so."

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closed starter || magnus & frederik (@svnshone)

magnus plopped down on the couch with such swiftness that had it not been as soft as it was to let him sink into it, he might have bounced right off as a result. he had no time to waste, to continue bothering the king sat on it. now with tales of misfortune, as a stark contrast to the encouragement he'd earlier been seeking in regards to asking a princess for a dance. the expression in his face told of how it had gone before he even had time to say it. "you were wrong, frederik. she said no."

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closed starter || magnus & osric (@ohghxst)

magnus was stood silently, not completely still but with a hopefully not noticeable swaying as a result of what beverages were always offered alongside the mingling he'd been filling his calendar with all day. he may have appeared judgemental of the man in front of him, with his eyebrows knit together and arms crossed over his chest; but in actuality he was simply trying to recall what the man's name was. he'd been told before, several times. he recognised him as a commander of some sort, but what was his name? he then raised his eyebrows, snapping his fingers and pointing at the man, as it finally dawned on him - or so he thought. "oscar."

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closed starter || magnus & felipe (@todestr0y)

"stay there," magnus all but demanded as he made his way towards the couch in which his friend sat, a nearly empty wine glass in hand and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. eyebrows knit together told of what great concentration it took for him not to simply toppled over as he sat down on the couch to then lie down with his head in his friend's lap. "god." he closed his eyes, and held his glass up to offer what little was left in it to his friend. "take." he lifted it a little higher, to make sure his message got through. "'m finished."

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closed starter || magnus & tarini (@ofdiatribes)

magnus lost his train of thought mid sentence. it was not an usual thing, honestly, and whether it be the attention grabbing surroundings of the festivities that followed a royal wedding, or simply the wine he'd thus far consumed as servants kept filling his glass without him even having to ask for it, no one could say - but he was left waving his hand in the air as if this would help him conjure up whatever it was that he had been trying to explain to the mughal princess. it did not, so. he swiftly gave up. "you know what? never mind."

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OPEN STARTER. where : the swiss - swede wedding. courtyard. who : aksel nygaard.

the blacksmith had no intention of going inside the palace, he didn't unless it was to find his room or drop by some of his work to one of his many customers. instead he had opted to sit out on the courtyard watching as royals, nobles and staff left, some having a harder time staying on their feet than others.

he took a mouthful of his own drink, feet perched on the seat of the bench while he sat on the back of it. " how many of them will still be standing by the end of the night? place your bets. I say less than twenty. " he bit back a laugh as he watched one man fall flat on his face as he tripped on the last step. " maybe less. "

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magnus loved a celebration, and especially one of love. everyone seemed so happy, with the excuse to get together and drink and dance; and as a result, so was he. he'd danced, he'd drank, and he had admittedly - maybe - had one too many glasses of wine and was trying to hide it by sitting down. ironic, was it not? what with the topic of conversation sprung upon him by the burly man he shared the bench with. perhaps he could save face somehow. "no. i think more," he decided, happiness mixed with deep concentration visible on his face as he did his very best not to slur his words. "that one fell, but," he pointed towards the accident, action a little delayed. "he's getting back up, see? surely, that... counts as still standing."

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he'd silently hoped and prayed that the small but telling words would be enough for milo to understand what he had meant but that wasnt the case, and if it were then his friend just wished to torture him by making him say it out loud. It had been a long time since the king had managed to voice any real feelings of the kind to anyone in fact, he'd become numb to it. his heart often felt so empty he worried he had lost it for good. but it had taken one look at milo with his child and jumped back to life. he was not as doomed as he thought, but in other ways he was more doomed than he'd ever been before.

" you know, milo. " he knew that would not be enough, but they were the words that left him before he rest back in his seat - his gaze turned away from the guard before he tried to form the correct words. " i miss you, " marius repeated himself, confidence oozed from his words that time but in his next it softened. " I miss us. I always miss us. i miss it being simple and i miss it being just you and i. " he hated how fast his heart seemed to beat then, the most alive he'd felt in months. " I wish we'd ran away. "

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he did know. and god, did he feel the same. milo got up from his seat and walked over to the crib. gently he untangled judyta from the blanket and laid her down in her bed. he stayed for a brief moment, as if he needed to take one more good look at her before leaving her to sleep, when in reality he was frantically turning through marius' words - his confession - and trying to figure out what to do with it. where to place it.

he couldn't quite tell what his feelings were at that moment. the man he loved with his whole heart, the man he longed and ached for was, in a sense, giving him now what he wanted - yet a part of him wanted to tell his king to be quiet. tell him not to speak in ways that would do neither of them any good. marius had a family. a wife and a child, and milo could never be part of it yet he always followed and gratefully accepted the trail of crumbs that strung him along though it would be wiser for the sake of protecting his heart to leave. simultaneously, he wanted to let those exact words repeat in his head over and over again for as long as he should keep living, for he'd never heard anything more beautiful and reassuring than i miss us, and hearing it felt like a reassurance that he was exactly where he was supposed to be. he made his way back to the empty chair next to his king and sat down. "i miss us, too."

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open starter: @1642hqzstarters

location: window overlooking the sea

"This is what I've missed." Sebastian smiled to himself as he looked out over the ocean. The ships docked, their flags flying against the blue sky and blue sea. This was his home, this was where he loved to be more than anything. "Seeing things alive again, that is something that makes live worth living." The plague had shut down so much, and it was still trying to get back to normal.

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manouel nodded as his eyes too took in the view, finding it just as therapeutic despite the fact that he himself had stayed while everyone else had up and left for switzerland. "i suppose a lot has changed while you were gone," he noted thoughtfully, having seen the shift back to life after the plague happen so gradually that he hadn't thought about it properly until this moment. "it's good to have you back home, your majesty."