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Goodbye.
Hey.
First of all, I’m sorry that by me leaving the ring I’m going to drop great threads with you guys by leaving. I’m glad I joined this place in the end - it taught me how to rp on tumblr, made great friends, and had a lot of fun. However, I am far too busy to keep up with this blog as well, and rping here is becoming of a chore than a hobby that I enjoy.
Thanks for the memories and I’ll see you on the flip side.
halloween/fall rp prompts!
send 🎃 for our musics to go pick/carve pumpkins together
send 🎈 for our muses to go to a halloween party together
send 👾 to try and scare my muse with a mask (or however else the mun wishes)
send 👻 to invite my muse into a haunted house (muns can decide whether the haunted house is fake or real)
send 🎪 for our muses to go to a fall carnival/fair/festival together
send 🃏 for our muses to play a prank on someone else (throw toilet paper over their house, etc)
send ♡ to cuddle up with my muse (for warmth, obviously)
send 🎩 for our muses to go costume shopping together
send ☕ to go out for something pumpkin-spice-flavored with my muse
send 🍰 to make pumpkin pie with my muse (or any other “fall-themed” food)
send 📀 to watch scary movies with my muse
send 😈 to invite my muse to play with an ouija board with your muse
send 🍭 to invite my muse out trick-or-treating
send 👽 to invite my muse out cryptid-hunting
send ☔ to get caught in the rain with my muse
send 🍁 to invite my muse to play in some leaves
send 🙀 to tell spooky stories with my muse
send 👕 to offer my muse your jacket on a chilly day
send 🌚 to decorate the house for halloween with my muse
send 🚫 to invite my muse to explore an area that’s rumored to be haunted (cemetery, etc)
witch aesthetic for: @witchshallow 🌙
send me your name for a witch aesthetic 🌙
All That Glitters; the prince and the knight (Pt.2)
kongenaflego:
The answer brought a content grin to the knight’s lips and he nodded in acknowledgement. “You’re not going to regret it!” he promised before he turned his head to look down the corridor. “I think Ivan’s going to come back soon… Have you met him yet?”
Mikkel noted that, with the both of them being princes of big kingdoms, the idea wasn’t too far-fetched.
He wasn’t too great at persuading him - but he did have that dopey smile on so might as well go with it. It’s not like the other would mind it or that he would really regret what happened. After all, he liked him so might as well indulge in such things.
His expression fell flat when he mentioned Ivan. He met him a few times, yes, but was he impressed? Hardly. The young crown prince just seemed too excited about all the wrong reasons - and seeing him at the royal dinners they’ve been having every night and him trying to flirt… or talk, he wasn’t sure was sad to see. Still.
“I’ve… met him, yes.” He shrugged. “Not impressed by him at all.”
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All That Glitters; the prince and the knight (Pt.2)
kongenaflego:
The knight sent the other man a lopsided smile. Even though Sigurd was still teasing him, the fact that Mikkel knew he actually liked him made him not mind at all.
“Yeah, maybe! There’s something exciting about having secret meeting places”, chuckled the knight. The hand on his cheek was cold against his warm skin, but it felt nice on his heated face. He was pretty sure there still was a happy blush on his face.
He looked down at the other’s beautiful face and couldn’t help but lean down and kiss it again. It was almost unfair how Sigurd had both wealth and amazing looks, though even in the little time he had known the other, Mikkel knew that it didn’t seem to make the prince happy. And he wanted to see him happy, the knight thought. While the cold, expressionless face was beautiful and admirable, Sigurd’s smile was many times more precious and he wanted it to stay.
“Have you ever been in the west tower at sunset?” asked the knight suddenly, before glancing at a nearby window. “It’s too late for it now, but if you haven’t I’d like to show you something tomorrow evening. Do you think you’d be able to get there?”
The Prince wondered if he could really get used to this. To be held by someone, to have them kiss him, be honest with him… It was an odd idea, but it was so nice to think about. Just the two of them, quietly enjoying each other’s company.
“West tower?” He tilted his head, wondering what was so special about it. But he nodded, no doubt about it, before leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I think I might be persuaded to go there.” He teased him, just to prove his point. He was sweet after all..
All That Glitters; the prince and the knight (Pt.2)
kongenaflego:
The news that Sigurd used to have a little brother named Erik were unexpected, but Mikkel knew better than to pry in a situation like this. The prince already seemed troubled enough without the knight pestering him about someone he assumed had died, since Sigurd was talking about him in the past tense.
Mikkel smiled down at the other man when he pulled back, though Sigurd still looked so shaken, that he wanted to keep hugging him until he felt better. For now the knight decided to answer his question instead, though.
“Of course not. Whether you call yourself Erik or Sigurd, you’re still the same person!” Mikkel ran a hand through the other’s hair. “Though I’ll probably be a little more careful regarding the where to make sure no one gets the chance to spread any stories about you, heh. … If that’s alright with you.” He added.
Sigurd snorted at that. He was truly ridiculous wasn’t he. He just shook his head, and lifted his hand up to his cheek, brushing it over his cheekbone.
“Hm, you’ll beprince careful of where?” He asked, and he just had to tease him for that one. “So, are you going to hide me in nooks and crannies of this castle?” He lifted an eyebrow up, just to tease him further.
Ah, he probably had to get going soon as well… His guard would be looking for him by now, after all, he promised to come to eat dinner with the King which only meant he had to listen to further details over what was going on. But for the first time, he didn’t hope that it would be to tell him that they were allowed to go… Not when he was surprisingly happy like this.
All That Glitters; the prince and the knight (Pt.2)
kongenaflego:
Mikkel was glad that Sigurd still wanted him close but the look the other man was giving him really tugged at his heartstrings. He seemed so overwhelmed - when it should have been the knight who had to process the news of him being the prince.
But seeing his friend so shaken, and having gotten his permission to touch him, Mikkel closed the distance between them and pulled the other man into a hug. It was a slightly awkward one, with the knight still wearing most of his armor, but it was the best Mikkel could do right now. He held Sigurd close and placed a kiss onto the side of his head. Of course it felt a little strange to know he was hugging and kissing a prince now, but his feelings toward Sigurd hadn’t changed, after all.
“So it’s Sigurd, huh?” commented the knight, still hugging the other man. “That name sounds much more like you, heh.”
There was a brief moment of pause before the other pulled him in and it was so … odd. He never had anyone really comfort him - not for almost ten years. It was odd, yet it was still… Just what you might think it was. He closed his eyes at the tiny bits of affection.
A tiny chuckle did escape him, but he stayed still and close to him. “Original. Erik was a prince too, you know. He was… He was my younger brother.” He muttered quietly, but he didn’t want to talk further about his third sibling. But he did move a little, stepping closer to him.
His armor was a bit too rigid and he was sure something of his outfit was painfully pressing itself in his back, but he will whine about it later. He pulled back only the slightest bit to look him in the eyes, still looking slightly shaken about the thing.
“You… You’re not going to go now? Now that you know who I am.”
All That Glitters; the prince and the knight (Pt.2)
kongenaflego:
The words took a moment to sink in, and when they had, Mikkel took another moment to react. He just stared at the other man without understanding, before his eyes finally widened and all colour drained from the man’s face as he remembered how casually he had treated the prince. Had he insulted him? If not with words, surely with disrespect. Hadn’t he turned away to leave when they had first met and Mikkel had gotten too annoyed by the other? Yes, he had. And most importantly, he had kissed him. More than once. The knight swallowed heavily.
“W-Why didn’t you tell me before? I wouldn’t have treated you the way I did if you had just told m-” And suddenly Mikkel understood. “You didn’t tell me because of that, right?”
The prince was probably used to being treated too carefully, too respectfully, too… insincerely. Perhaps that was the reason why he had chosen to stay anonymous all this time, why he hadn’t told Mikkel any details about his life or even his full name. Perhaps Sigurd had sought a little bit of normalcy in his life and wanted to experience what it was like to be treated like a regular person, regardless of his title and status. The knight understood why the other could have acted the way he did and, after a moment of hesitation, he took a step back towards the prince. Erik… or Sigurd still was the same person, after all.
“Is it still okay for me to touch you?” He asked with an uncertain smile.
Just the shock on his face made his innards squeeze together in an uncomfortable knot. He was mad. He had to be mad - nobody liked being lied to though he never denied being a prince or given him… a wrong name? Still, he swallowed hard waiting for him to get angry and pull away or...or…
But it never came. He understood.
He understood. Mikkel understood and God did that feel… good. He swallowed hard, leaning back against the wall, and moving his hand to cover his mouth as he had let it sink in. He understood. Of course, Sigurd couldn’t really tell him how it feels like to notice all the fun and conversation die when he enters the room, it was childish. It would be childish to say he wished for a friend who didn’t address him as his lord at the end.
He looked up, slightly shaken by the fact that someone understood. Fuck.
“I’d be mad if you stopped.” He muttered, still hiding his face behind his hand, just to give himself some time to really process what was going on. Oh god.
All That Glitters; the prince and the knight (Pt.2)
innidenstille:
Sigurd raised an eyebrow slightly in surprise that he figured it out. Ha. Probably the books part gave him away. So, he did lean back, crossing his arms over his chest with a simple nod. “The issue of me being a nobleman would be the added thing to the fact I am also a man.” He said simply, fixing the coat back around him before looking up.
“So, used up your last question already. I thought you were saving it for later.” He teased him, simply because he was actually… enjoying his company. And for some odd reason, he was feeling… not as ill as before. Hm.
He looked to the sides just in case, but it was just them. Probably no one liked approaching the Prince’s room - just like he asked as well. Still, he did wonder if they would see each other again. He’d want that - but… Well, if the other did visit his home country to deal with the royal family he would be surprised when he saw that he was one of them as well.
“So, guess. Am I a duke, a low lord wanting more power, an annotated general or who knows? A prince.” He was teasing him, but he was curious what he’d pick. After all - he could almost pass for all of them.
“Aah!” The knight let out a frustrated sound, not having thought about using up his last question, and sighed in disappointment. But Erik had admitted that he was a nobleman. Not that it surprised the knight - he had always thought that the marksman had a sublime air about him.
When he was asked about the other’s specific role, Mikkel went through the possibilities.
“You don’t seem power-hungry enough to be a lord wanting more power. You’d be skilled enough to be a general, probably, but since your parents seem to be wealthy enough as well, I think it’s probably a hereditary kind of nobility.”
Mikkel observed the other man as he leaned back with his arms crossed and couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.
“I’d really be screwed if you turned out to be a prince, hahah! I mean, I can definitely see you with a crown. It would suit you.” The knight mindlessly reached forward to tuck a strand of the other’s hair behind his ear. It was so soft… “But I don’t see why any prince other than Ivan would show interest in a simple knight and I fear that I wouldn’t be able to get close to you at all, if you were. So I’ll have to go with duke as my answer, for my own sake, haha!”
But had Mikkel really seduced a nobleman? Or been seduced by… it had been rather mutual, after all. He hoped that none of this would have bad consequences for him, Erik or Ivan.
It was interesting to see him work out a false narrative. He wasn’t a power-hungry lord, he didn’t need to be considering he was as close to power as most people desired to be. He wasn’t a general, though he did command some parts of it. He wasn’t a duke - he was too high-born.
He was a Prince. Not the crown prince but… He lifted his hand to press it against his that was in his hair and he looked up to him, with a slight tinge of sadness hiding in his dark blue eyes. He was the Prince and that’s why he couldn’t keep this. There was no chance he’d pick him over his lifelong friend, there was no chance he’d even want to look at him when he found out about his lie.
This was all he had. To pretend to be Erik - the boy who never got to be a man. While technically not his name, he did adopt it as his second name to give honor to his… third brother. A brother who passed in his arms.And now…
He got a nice memory, so he told himself. One brief, nice memory that he could replay in his head. The way Mikkel smiled down at him, the way his warm hand felt against his cold skin, and how it really was to kiss him. So, it was alright. And he wanted to be honest and truthful - it was a noble trait one he always tried to uphold.
“Well, duke is the wrong answer.” He said simply, letting go of his hand. He wasn’t sure how he’d react, but… He leaned up pressing another brief kiss to his lips and pulled back. He pulled back not only for him but in himself. He wanted to tell the truth so… Instead of him finding out in another way…
“My name is Sigurd Erik Heyerdhal - second born prince of King Harold of the Arzubas kingdom.”
Dance With Me
Léa had always had a distaste for royal gatherings.
She was expected to keep the company of some terribly unkind people while being polite and even flattering for the sake of appearances. Her engagement had made things worse, as the circle of people she was expected to politely agree with at all times had doubled.
It was because of all this, though, that the ball had managed to endear itself to her slightly, for one simply reason: it was a masquerade. At least behind a mask, a pretty green thing with gold lacing along its edges and a real diamond set in the centre to rest above her eyebrows, it allowed her to slip into obscurity.
In fact, she was almost beginning to enjoy the light music from her spot on one of the low chaises skirting the walls of the ballroom and had taken a couple of pleasant dances already. Perhaps this was how other people felt about balls always, she thought with a smile.
She was just about to rise and find someone with a tray of drinks when her eyes passed across a man not too far from her and she stilled. She was sure, masks aside, that she’d never met him in her life. He cut a unique figure with his pale hair and she found herself staring quite without realising it.
The ball was going well by all accounts. People were having fun, there was laughter, dancing - and he was positively dying inside.
First of all, it was far too hot in the room with so many people moving around. Second of all, it was so loud. He was never in such large crowds, nor did he enjoy them. And he had to kill time until midnight so he did entertain some talks with women who were all trying to get more of his attention. He would usually never dress in such fine clothes - the richness of the navy blue clothes and the silver threads running through it made it obvious that he was of wealthy origin. His mask especially - the same shade of dark blue like his eyes had delicate lines of silver running over them, making him look paler than he already was.
He moved from the crowds, before locking eyes with another lady. She looked… Quite beautiful he had to admit that - plus she wasn’t surrounded by a gaggle of other women or men. Something about her warmth seemed quite… Sweet, almost.
He stopped one of the men with that pretty, bubbly golden liquid and took glasses, before going over to her and offering her one.
“Here. You seem flushed, my lady.”
All That Glitters; the prince and the knight (Pt.2)
kongenaflego:
“Huh!?” The news that he had been the other’s very first kiss shocked Mikkel and he was about to apologize when Erik said that he didn’t mind it and kissed him again.
The knight felt incredibly flattered that the beautiful marksman let him of all people be his first kiss, but couldn’t help but wonder why that was. It couldn’t be because no one had shown interest - even he, who had never shown any interest whatsoever in men, was interested. He couldn’t even guess how many other people had to feel attracted to the hadsome man. Had it been because Erik hadn’t let anyone else close before? But why had he not only accepted but also encouraged Mikkel’s approach, then? The knight didn’t see what distinguished him from the other people.
“Alright.” Mikkel nodded but couldn’t stop himself from asking “Is it because you’re a nobleman?”
He ruffled his own hair sheepishly. “Sorry, I’ve just been wondering about that for a while.”
Sigurd raised an eyebrow slightly in surprise that he figured it out. Ha. Probably the books part gave him away. So, he did lean back, crossing his arms over his chest with a simple nod. “The issue of me being a nobleman would be the added thing to the fact I am also a man.” He said simply, fixing the coat back around him before looking up.
“So, used up your last question already. I thought you were saving it for later.” He teased him, simply because he was actually… enjoying his company. And for some odd reason, he was feeling… not as ill as before. Hm.
He looked to the sides just in case, but it was just them. Probably no one liked approaching the Prince’s room - just like he asked as well. Still, he did wonder if they would see each other again. He’d want that - but… Well, if the other did visit his home country to deal with the royal family he would be surprised when he saw that he was one of them as well.
“So, guess. Am I a duke, a low lord wanting more power, an annotated general or who knows? A prince.” He was teasing him, but he was curious what he’d pick. After all - he could almost pass for all of them.
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“That would be great, tak!” he accepted the offer and stepped into the house before taking off his shoes and slipping the backpack off his shoulders. “I brought beer, if you’d like some! I know I do.”
After the trip he really could use something refreshing to cool himself down. “So how’ve you been?”
Sigurd just watched the other come in with his usual lazy expression. He really was something else - and that something else was: idiotic.
“You shouldn’t drink alcoholic beverages when you’ve been biking for long enough to look like a human equivalent of an exhaustion pipe.” The Norwegian sighed, closing the door, and going to his kitchen. “You’re getting Solo.” He said from the kitchen. His house was, as always, covered with books and old coffee mugs, as if he had a library instead of a home. Which was the point, if someone asked him.
All That Glitters; the prince and the knight (Pt.2)
kongenaflego:
The marksman being willing to try meeting up with him after they had escaped Aranciata Rossa was a huge improvement to the statement impossible, Mikkel found, and nodded with a content grin.
“Hmm…” Being reminded of the extra question he had earned, the knight tilted his head, trying to come up with a good question for the other man, before he shook it instead. “I think I’ll save this one for later.”
Mikkel inspected Erik’s face closely for a moment, still admiring its beauty and still somewhat overwhelmed by what had just happened.
“I can’t believe we just-… Well, I didn’t expect I’d ever be kissing another man but- is it weird that I don’t mind at all? I’d honestly do it again, anytime”, chuckled the knight before pushing a strand of hair out of the marksman’s face. “I hope you didn’t mind either.”
It definitely didn’t seem like it, but these were completely new grounds for the man, after all, and he had no idea how people usually acted after situations like these. It was nothing like the times where he had been seducing or seduced by women before.
Sigurd merely watched him blabber around and briefly closed his eyes to the touch. At his questioning of what to do next, Sigurd merely shrugged.
“I wouldn’t know. This was the first time I kissed anyone.” He said simply and it was the truth. Despite being a Prince, and often getting offers by the women around him, he never tried any of such practices himself. He was often reserved - never quite liking being touched by anyone. Yet he still didn’t mind the other’s hands on him.
How odd life is.
“I don’t mind it.” He said quietly, almost scared someone could hear them. He didn’t want someone to roll in and destroy the one peaceful moment he finally got with Mikkel. It was odd - he barely knew him, yet here they were. Without thinking too much further into it - he leaned up, kissing him again, letting it linger for a few moments before pulling back.
“... Anytime is fine, but not anyplace.” He said, still standing close to him. “I wouldn’t want someone interrupting. It would be rather annoying.”
