What 's so Amazing About Grace: ARCHIVE

Previously; he had been a holy man with a mission. A batter. Now he stands above them all. He has created a world of his own. He drowns out his failures. A king. FORMER ROLE PLAY BLOG TURNED ARCHIVE all thread tags should be in chronological order Read The Kings Death Here Thread Index here | Personal here | Blog List Here

[monfacon]

[monfacon]

[I hopped on here to check up on friends and I'm laughing because I still have 430 followers...

What are you here for. What are you waiting for. ]

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

Dead bite

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

You move your hand up to hesitantly touch the King’s hand, fingers trailing gently over sharp talons as you move them up and over his hand to feel at his wrist.

He’s definitely there. "So… He— he lied to me?"

[monfacon]

"Mon fils? Peut-être." The monarch softly hummed and watched Zacharie's hand, a unreadable look falling across his features. He lifted his eyes once more to The Dealer, and smiled, sharp teeth slightly blood stained. It seemed to flash in memory familiar to Dealer, A face he saw before he died, gutted and helpless. 

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

Dead bite

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

You grit your teeth, allowing tears to well up in your eyes as you allow him to grab at your throat. If he’s going to kill you, you’ll let him.

"I’m sorry—" you answer. "I am so sorry— I do not know how I can make it up to you. I don’t even know what’s going on— Hugo said you were dead—”

[monfacon]

"Morte? Ne suis-je pas ici?" His grip loosened and he lowered his hand, eyebrows lifting in a sharp manner. He kept his lips in a straight line while his hand moved to lay on Zacharie's shoulder, as if a sign to show him he really was there. 

[nevver]

Show of hands

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

Dead bite

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

Your face falls and you sullenly push your face against his hand.

"I had lost the fear I had been given." you answer, voice quiet and faltering. "I am so sorry— I have failed you, I am sorry my King—"

[monfacon]

"Vous avez fait échouer moi." He almost growls, his hand slipping down from The Dealer's hair and grabbing his neck. Not enough to choke him, but the pressure was there. His eyes squinted into crimson slits, illuminated in the dim light, "Ne perdez pas vos excuses sur moi."

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

Dead bite

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

You shove your face against his chest, trying to keep yourself calm and composed. His words hit you hard, and it’s an effort not to flinch from your King’s embrace.

"You… I am so sorry— I- I did not think I was needed.  You told me that it was not my place to worry over you—" and yet you did, and you still didn’t act. You could’ve prevented this. "You are the most important— you are my King—"

[monfacon]

Despite his words, the King provided comfort to him. His claws brushed over Zacharie's thick locks, while one hand rubbed up and down his back. He nodded to the others statements, his face composed in a solemn manner, "Vous dites que maintenant. Bien que la façon dont vous sentiez-vous il ya une semaine? Il ya un mois?"

[prairiepow]

Long Live The King

[prairiepow]

The King’s Memorial picture is finally done. It had more to it originally, but I got a little fed up. A lot of my time was put into his face. I wish I could have painted something more grand, but this will have to do. 

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

Dead bite

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

You obey, shifting to stand. Your clothes are a lot baggier than they once were, telling a voluminous tale of just how far your grief took root. Your face is gaunt, features sharp as you gaze up at him.

"… M—…… May I hug you? I miss you so much—" 

[monfacon]

"Bien sûr. Je vous ai manqué." Carefully, the former batter leaned down and took the other into a hug--though it wasn't quite as warm as would be remembered. Shakily, the king breathed against The Dealer's shoulder in almost a mockery of life, "J'ai eu envie de vous demander pourquoi vous avez été si lointain. N'étais-je pas important pour vous? Je n'ai pas apprécié votre absence dans mon temps de besoin,"

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

Dead bite

The voice startles you out of your sleep-deprived daze, and you glance up nervously as you try to register the voice. Cyan eyes stretch wide in shock.

The King— your King— stands before you.  "— Y-you… I don’t— there’s no reason to— you are dead, dear King-" you answer, sullenly lowering yourself onto your knees. You bow this time, hands bracing the floor as you rest your head against them. "— there’s no reason to smile without you… At least, not for a while."

[monfacon]

The fragment of what once was royalty shook his head, staring down at the Dealer with a soft and dark expression. He smiled, then, sweet and subtle, "Je suis ici. Obtenez sur vos pieds, chouchou.." Bending down, he ran his claws through the other's locks. 

[monfacon]

{Alright so, I'm going to clean this blog up and make it more of an archive, so it isn't going to be deleted. Later today I'm going to hold a stream of a drawing I'll be doing for king's death. 

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[prairiepow]

Reading Reactions To King's Death

[monfacon]

Fin

[monfacon]

While Hugo was sobbing, it would have been impossible to pick out The King’s own changes and struggles. His grip loosened, and his body began to grow heavy against his son’s. It was perhaps half way into the young man’s sobs that his father took a final breath. A gentle claw swiped through Hugo’s hair tenderly, before The once mighty king was a corpse in Hugo’s grasp. 

[abattoirprince-blog]

He knows the moment King’s life is extinguished, but clings to him a while longer, until his father’s body has cooled and the light in the sky is fading. So close he’d come to being too late. It scared him to think of what might have happened had he arrived only an hour later. He might have missed his chance to say goodbye entirely.

Eventually he has to sit back and catch his breath. His head is pounding and he’s still wheezing faintly, but he has to deal with his father’s body now. King had loved this place, poured his heart and soul into making it beautiful, but it had become unstable and would collapse upon itself before long. He didn’t want to leave King in what would become just another wasteland amid thousands of abandoned files. King deserved to be remembered. Nobody would ever find him here.

He hefts King, starting back to the cube he’d used to enter the kingdom. Would King have wanted people to see the wasted shell he had become? Probably not. The body would be burned, but in place of a grave Hugo would build his father a memorial. Something white and sleek and beautiful. 

[monfacon]

Fin

[abattoirprince-blog]

It doesn’t take Hugo long to begin openly sobbing into King’s shoulder, wheezing and making pathetic squeaky hiccups, as if crying wasn’t something he was practiced at. This was his father and he was going to lose him almost as soon as he’d found him, barely knowing anything about the man, about where he’d come from and what had been before. Everything had been pitted against King from the start and it just wasn’t fair, to have him lose so many things that were important to him, to be left a shell of something once powerful and dignified. He deserved better than this. Both of them did.

[monfacon]

While Hugo was sobbing, it would have been impossible to pick out The King's own changes and struggles. His grip loosened, and his body began to grow heavy against his son's. It was perhaps half way into the young man's sobs that his father took a final breath. A gentle claw swiped through Hugo's hair tenderly, before The once mighty king was a corpse in Hugo's grasp. 

[monfacon]

Fin

[abattoirprince-blog]

"I don’t care." His voice sounds like a petulant child’s in his ears. "That doesn’t mean you deserve to die like this. I love you…" He puts a hand on the back of King’s head to join the arm around the man’s waist and hugs him close, trembling. "You’re my dad, and I love you… and I, I don’t want you to go like this, thinking you’re a monster. Hhh, please…"

So much of their time spent together had been them in conflict, teeth at one another’s throats. Maybe it couldn’t have been avoided, but that didn’t mean he didn’t regret it all the same. 

[monfacon]

He was taken aback entirely by Hugo's words, though after a few minutes, he wrapped his arms around his son quietly. Stroking over the others hair with low, shallow breaths. The monarch couldn't think of a response, so for now, he didn't give one. His arms tightened around Hugo as much as they could.

[monfacon]

Fin

[abattoirprince-blog]

"Dad…" Hugo protests quietly, but begins to lead King to the withered garden all the same, taking slow and careful steps to ensure King didn’t fall. He takes his father over to the part that seems to be the most vibrant still, with some flowers and greenery still intact. Slowly, he helps King to a bench, so they could sit together. Sometime during the short journey over, tears have finally begun to roll down his face, leaving silvery little trails in the weak light. 

"…is this really what you want?" he asks, wiping his face with his wrist. "Don’t you want to try, at least…? I mean. This… I barely even knew you, and now…"

[monfacon]

A dry laugh left the king, and he pressed a gentle claw to Hugo's cheek, wiping away a tear, "I have been trying, Hugo. And.. You did not want to know me." His eyes tiredly reflected upon his past, what sliver of a smile he had leaving his lips, "I have done more than I will ever tell you. I am a monster." 

It was something he had never wanted to admit, but there was nothing to lose. 

[monfacon]

Fin

[abattoirprince-blog]

'No, dad… No, c'mon you don't have to die. Nobody says you have to die…” It's a struggle to keep his own voice steady and he can already feel his jaw trembling. “You can get better and we can fix it and you don't have to die… Please-” He starts to try and get an arm underneath King, as if to lift him up and carry him out of this cold and dying place. “I fixed my own file, I can fix yours, it'll be okay, I swear…”

[monfacon]

"Hugo--" A harsh cough shook Alexander's frame and he almost fell over, his legs not able to hold him. He drew in three shaky breaths, "--Please, help me to the garden." 

It was his only reply to his son's words, a simple one at that as well. He seemed to be loosing touch, fading in an out of focus. The both of them knew this couldn't be fixed, it had been too long, there were other things that needed to move forward. The King, The batter, he was not one of them.