* EMPYREAN.

PERSIA ; celestial priestess YOU ARE A massive soul , a grand thing , you exist in divine space that you will expand & fill.

[oncehallowed]

𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 ; kova → who exactly knows where. 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 ; immediately after the ball , late aries , 998 a. l. 𝖜𝖍𝖔 ; @archxngelic

VEINS THRUM DANGEROUSLY WITH adrenaline; persia is drunk off of their destruction of the crystal palace , she is high on the feeling of being , of obliterating — the crazed desire for annihilation presses itself against her bones , her skin , as though it might just burst through her chest. nearly a thousand years is , truly , no time at all to someone such as herself , but with the inactivity of deep space , with nothing to conquer , to crush , to rebuild as she and jove would see fit — it had been excruciating. persia is not a creature of great patience.

tonight , however , had been their liberation. kova is not warm , and it feels somewhat like neptune; she could not quite proclaim it home , because that title belonged solely to jove , but the chill in the air is familiar. welcome , even. one hand lifts to test for snow , but as she hears the whisper of telltale footsteps , she whirls with the same maniacal elegance she’d moved with in the ballroom.

“   you ,   ” she breathes , reverence in each letter , a delighted sway in how she moves as she approaches them. stupid , sweet selene — oh , doesn’t she realize that jove is the only being persia worships ? bows to ? not even banishment could change that. not even death. “   you  divine ,  ruinous thing. my heart — oh , it is only just beginning.   ” she takes their hands in her own , pulls them to her lips so she can press kisses to their knuckles. as she does so , she looks up at them through her lashes , smiles. “   i cannot wait to taste war again , with you at my side. we will be unstoppable — we will end this world.   ”

[oncehallowed]

jasperoro‌:

“Never,” Jasper said, the tightness of his voice a faint echo — there were few things that scared him, but Persia was one of them. But along with the fear there was something else — perhaps something he got drunk off every so often: want for power; knowledge; everything.

This was a way for Jasper to get what he wanted — his arrangement with Persia had been a lucrative one, though not simply in the monetary sense. He’d gotten such priceless information from her for nothing but his own information about the world.

But this was different. This was dangerous.

“Are you here for pleasantries, or for what I have?” Jasper’s words were falsely sharp, plainly mirroring Persia’s own tone — it was one of the things he’d learned through their communications: he wasn’t going to be able to play an angel as easily as he played a human. So he decided to do the most straightforward thing, and match her tone. It also had the benefit of hiding just how terrified he was of her.

Jasper leaned forward onto the table, his gilded hands folding on the tabletop in front of him and glinting as he did so. “Where would you like to start?”

JASPER WAS AN AMBITIOUS man , but persia could only admire his initiative to an extent; the bite of his words was considerably more amusing than it was threatening — if he assumed his false placidity wasn’t easily seen through by her , of all creatures , he was sorely mistaken. and if he believed he could threaten her by withholding information , she would have no objections to taking him apart piece by fragile human piece until she had what she wanted from him.

lips curved in a taunt , a reminder of just what she was capable of , the faint echo of the battlefield ringing in her ears. a thousand years ago — such a long time for these people , and yet not even a passing second to her. ah , eternity , and what she could do with it; what she would do with jove by her side , and hopefully , nehelenia as well.

“   jasper ,   ” name rolling off of her tongue in a purr , her own hands clasped before her , a reflection of his posture even if she was far more relaxed. “   tell me everything you know about that fool — magnus can’t run forever.   ” the sharpness of her gaze as she spoke his name was nothing short of rabid , a wolf ready to hunt.

[oncehallowed]

𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 ; tsuki → a tavern in the valley. 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 ; late aries , 998 a. l. 𝖜𝖍𝖔 ; @jasperoro​

A SHADOW SKULKS ABOUT low lit alleyways , cloaked in something inconspicuous and dark , head ducked as she moves swiftly through the labyrinth of the valley. a hushed word is spoken there , a deal takes place here , she plays witness to it all on her venture and it makes her mouth curve sharply , a hint of diamond fangs glinting when someone offers her something powdered and shimmering. how foolish they all are — sheep herded into a pen , waiting for the slaughter. not much longer now , persia thinks to herself as she dismisses the man with a wave , and she’ll bring it to them. she slips down another , darker street , steady and silent as she ducks in the rear entrance of some unscrupulous establishment.

she laughs lowly to herself , in on some secret joke: she’d just rendered the crystal palace , along with her lover’s help , a veritable disaster; and yet here she was back in tsuki , undetected. were she not here on far more important matters , she might’ve indulged herself , might’ve drowned this kingdom on a passing whim. as it were , jasper had contacted her — and what he promised was far sweeter than tsuki’s destruction. for now.

ghosting up behind the man in question , she places both hands on his shoulders , leaning in as the hood of a rough spun cloak slips from her face to speak in his ear. “   did i keep you waiting long ?   ” they both know she isn’t truly courteous enough to care , his time is unimportant if it is not spent serving her. one hand squeezes his shoulder — she cares not for his comfort , either , and her own touch is used as a force of intimidation: with the palms that sit on jasper’s shoulders , she has murdered thousands. persia pulls away from him just to slither her way into the seat across from him , and it’s good he’s chosen a table far away from prying eyes , as the cloak pools around her shoulders.

[oncehallowed]

archxngelic‌:

Jove would have sworn on their life that there was no light in the solar system more radiant than Persia’s smile, no sound more lovely than her voice, calling Jove ‘eternity’. A thousand times over, they’d heard her say it, and without fail it made something soft and warm blossom in their chest as if it were the first time. The smile Jove gave her in return was one rarely seen on their features, one saved solely for her - gentle and warm, even sweet - their deliberate, chilly exterior swept away by the tidal wave of their affection. They had a greater purpose here than dancing, yes, but for a moment, it was so blissfully easy to forget, overtaken by the glow of their love in the light, the feeling of her hand fitting perfectly into theirs.

She stepped nearer, and as she did Jove wrapped their hand on the small of her back, curling around the curve of her waist and pulling her close. Her perfect lips brushed their jaw as they fell into step, and in return they bent their head to return their gesture in a brief kiss to her temple. And then they were moving as one - gliding together across the floor and into the light, where their true nature would be unmistakable.

Jove could do this for a thousand eternities. The two of them moving in perfect unison, Persia’s passion and Jove’s precision melding into one just as it did in the heat of battle, even their breathing in perfect synchronization, bodies fitting perfectly together so that Jove could scarcely tell where they ended and she began. What a pair they made, Persia in her decadent opulence and Jove in simple elegance, complementing each other perfectly. They were sure to attract attention, yes, but then, in the music, Jove was thinking of no one but their love. Their eyes fell closed and the whole world fell away. There was only her, the music, and solid earth beneath their feet - the only reminder of where they were, and the slight that had brought them there. “I’ve missed this,” they whispered in Persia’s ear as they swayed together, delighting for a moment longer in the simple bliss of dancing with the one they loved.

In a moment or two, the song would come to an end, and then the real work would begin. When Jove smiled at her this time, it was with an edge of anticipation, eager to take back what was theirs, for their moment to come once more at long, long, last.

FORGED IN FRIGID SPACE , they had both known nothing but loneliness , an empty , pervasive hunger to be something more — and so , they were. together , they had become something foreboding , something sanguinary; an omen of bloodshed , destruction slinking after them like a shadow , always at their heels. the monsters lurking in the darkness in every child’s hushed story. even there , at the ball , they were a warning sign: twirling in time across a shining dance floor , they moved together with preternatural grace , the whisper of an eternity spent together , the gleam of their eyes hinting of what was to unfold in the palace that night. persia and jove , yes , they were unmistakable to the few in attendance who knew them — and to the mortals who didn’t , they were a siren’s call , a vicious whirlpool of allure and danger.

head tilting towards jove , their soft words warmed the frigid scape of persia’s heart , lit a fire in the cavernous halls between her ribs; these mortals knew not who they were , but they would soon. they would learn it , as their ancestors had learned it , palaces reduced to ash and dust , the smear of scarlet death left across their proud populace. “   oh , my love. this time , we will be unstoppable.  ” persia swore , voice a silken promise , ghosting the edges of ferality in her anticipation.

the lilting tones of the waltz drifted off into nothingness , but as dancing couples parted , persia did not quite let go of her lover. there was a light in her eyes , a flame dancing in the darkness , ready to raze the crystal palace without a moment’s hesitation. smoke the fox out of his hole , if you would , and send the rest of them screaming and burning. “   i wonder where our dear friend is lingering , hm ?   ” a hand rose to caress jove’s sharp cheekbone , claws glinting in the warm light they stood beneath. “   let us find him; i’m sure he’ll be overjoyed at our reunion.   ” maybe afterwards , they would find themselves in kova. how quaint.

[oncehallowed]

archxngelic‌:

Date & Time: Late Aries, 998 A.L. / Evening

Location: The Crystal Palace, Tsuki Kingdom

Event: The Princess’ Ball

Status: Closed to @oncehallowed​

Two figures glided through the shadows of the ball - watching, waiting - uninvited guests. They had slipped past the guards, features obscured by travel cloaks, their true nature as of yet concealed. If anyone has noticed their presence here they had not made it known, letting them drift among the crowd. Jove paid their surroundings close attention, grey eyes darting around the room, carefully evaluating the proceedings, noting anyone whose gaze lingered upon them and their love. Persia stood at their side, holding tight to their arm, a familiar gesture, natural as breathing. She shone in Earth’s light, lovely as Jove had ever seen her. How difficult it was, to pay attention to any of this mortal world, when she stood at their side, so much more beautiful than any Crystal Palace that Selene or her angels could ever dream to build.

It was a strange thing, being surrounded by strangers again after nearly a thousand years after nearly a millennia of her and only her. Even as recent as their return was, they were almost nostalgic for what they’d left behind - the familiar void, and no one to concern them but their love - the two of them alone at the edge of the solar system. Almost, but not quite.

They had come here with a purpose. To retrieve precious thing, a piece of knowledge, stolen by one who had once been a friend (and whom they had dared to hope would be again) and brought here where it did not belong, into the hands of the Moon Princess. They were here to take action, to take back what was theirs, what the two of them had claimed and hidden neatly away nearly one thousand years ago. Finally, their moment had come, their long exile finally come to an end. There was much to be done, and soon.

But there was also luxury long forsaken. Everything from the rich atmosphere filling their lungs to the gentle gravity tethering them to the marble floors to the more traditional excesses of Lunar Court, fine food and drink, elegant music, was something they had been without for a very, very long time. Jove was rarely a creature of indulgence, but after nine hundred and ninety-eight years without any of it, they allowed themself a hint of enjoyment in this shimmering world. Enjoyment that came partially from knowing that none of it would last. To steal the prophecy was to open old would, re-ignite old flames, to make the delicate peace more fragile still.

A new song began, an old one, a waltz even Jove recognized despite having gone so long with no music but the lovely sound of Persia’s laugh. They glanced at the dance-floor, then at their love, and made a decision. They had come here to make an impression, had they not? The corners of their mouth quirked upward into a smile as they shed their cloak and draped it over a chair, briefly disentangling their arm from Persia’s grasp to do so. They took a step back, placed one arm behind their back, and leaned forward in a deep, elegant bow. They straightened their back, and with a glint of excitement on their marble features, extended to Persia a pale, graceful hand.

“My love, may I have this dance?”

PERSIA WORE OPULENCE WELL; swathed in rich silks and glittering jewels , embroidery done in thread that outshone the sun itself , she relished in being nothing short of perfect. it would be difficult to assume she didn’t belong in attendance , were you of the unsuspecting sort , unable to catch the feral , hungry glint in her eye , or the dangerous knife’s edge of her smile. and who better to serve as her date for the ball than jove ? with persia clutched to their arm , together they painted a glorious portrait of grandeur , seduction , and best of all: vengeance.

diseased little rat that magnus was , persia would not say she’d been shocked to find he’d stolen their possession , but oh , how her rage had consumed her , waves of her fury still lapping at her heels , even as she shot her lover the most genuine of smiles. being back on earth once more brought its own set of memories — nehelenia’s war , their time together on the battlefield , bloodied and vicious and brutal , twin heartbeats serving as a battle cry; her own rush of suffocating fright when jove’s life had been threatened at their defeat. never again , persia had sworn to herself , as they’d been exiled to the far reaches of outer space , never again will i allow harm to come to them. she would sooner let herself be eviscerated. and even sooner , still , would she see to it that magnus faced the same fate. nothing would grant her more happiness —

nothing , of course , except the undivided attention of her heart. their tug away from her hold had caught her awareness and parted her lips in silent question , head tilting just barely; the shift from murderous to inquisitive was swift and unavoidable , especially where jove was concerned. it was impossible to feel so connected to another without being so curious , and this , persia considered , was a blessing: only her heart would see her this way , still sometimes as eager and malleable as when they’d first found her howling on frigid neptune. their sweeping bow caused her pout to curve in something far sweeter than the initial grin she’d wore , free of the hunger for retribution , if only for a moment.

“   who else but you , my eternity ?   ” slipping her cloak from her shoulders , it met a similar fate to jove’s , likely to be forgotten by the end of the night as one slim hand took jove’s , its twin finding purchase upon their shoulder. a step closer into the minuscule amount of space between them , and then another , until they were almost too close — and persia greatly disbelieved there would ever be such a thing as too close — , mouth pressing to their jawline in a quick token of affection as they fell into step. what more could persia crave than the sweet taste and jove’s lips , and the prospect of blood being spilled ?

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[seraphimslayer]

jasperoro‌:

islapevensie-blog‌:

Here’s a shorter drabble list, as I find the massive one is a bit repetitive. If there’s nothing that you want to send here, just send it as a request.

Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.

Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa.

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Call Me: I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours (be it on the brink of death, in a battlefield, knocking on the front door wounded; feel free to specify). 

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours or vice versa.

Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours or vice versa.

Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours.

Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.

Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Forgive Me: I will write a drabble about my character forgiving yours or vice versa.

Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.

Hustle Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters hustling.

Humiliate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character doing something humiliating to yours.

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours (as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise; feel free to specify).

Hunt with Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.

Invite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to do something.

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer (be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity).

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Mourn Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours.

Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down (be it from crying, from lashing out; feel free to specify). 

Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them.

Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. 

Reunite Me: I’ll write a drabble of our characters reuniting.

Shag Me: I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours or vice versa.

Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vice versa.

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vice versa.

Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours (be it a love confession, a secret; feel free to specify).

Text me: I’ll write a drabble about my character texting yours or your character texting mine.

Trick Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character tricking your character.

Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines (be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse; feel free to specify).

Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock (be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours; feel free to specify).

X Me: I will write whatever it is that you wish.

Yahoo Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something (feel free to specify).

Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around (this can also be used for shutting them up as well, so feel free to specify).

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.

Take Me: my character will kidnap yours

Leave Me: my character will leave your character behind.

Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’happy ending.’

Lick Me: My character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.

Suck Me: My character will suck on any body part of your character

Tease Me: My character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner

Please Me: My character will do anything to please yours

Bite Me: My character will bite yours on any part of their body

Blindfold Me: My character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun

Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.

Greet Me: My character will greet yours, either at the door, at work, or somewhere else.

Slap Me: My character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.

Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.  Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Give Me: My character will give yours a gift  Tickle Me: My character will tickle yours ruthlessly. 

[unerwunschtemoved-blog]

ＲＥＩＧＮ  ＳＥＡＳＯＮ  ＴＷＯ  ＱＵＯＴＥＳ

I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t want to repeat history.

Out of all the people you could have slept with, did it have to be one of my ladies? One of my closest friends?

I am with child. Our child, at last!

I’ve come to offer you something. The destruction of our mutual enemy.

Cold passion mixed with your warm blood was to bind you to me. My spirit is inside you as yours is inside mine.

Ruling requires that your hands be drenched in blood.

You are my husband and my king.

You crushed the rebellion by yourself.

If we die, it is at her hands. And if we live I will never forgive her for this.

I’m saying that should anything happen to either of us I hope that you’ll remember me not as the man who lied or betrayed you, I hope you’ll remember me as the man who would have cherished you if he’d had the chance.

And real love never fades, not truly.

Just know whatever happens, this is not the end I dreamed for us.

I refuse to surrender. My reign will not end without a fight.

Whose blood concerns you more, your husband or your lover’s?

All that stands between him and the crown is my head.

Whatever happens to him, it’s over. I will never see him again.

You say that as if somehow, I’ve won. But how can it be over when he’s still ingrained in your heart? You will always see him just as I will always see you. Naked, in each others’ arms.

Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Both of us constantly wondering what the other is up to?

Our love will die here.

Just don’t expect a fond farewell from me. Or my trust. Ever again.

Do not test my power and do not tempt my fury.

If I’m as responsible as you say, I will never forgive myself.

I never imagined you’d kill him by breaking his heart.

The truth of your betrayal was the last thing that he heard before he collapsed.

I will spill blood to defend what’s mine.

You are a necessary evil whose orbit I can’t seem to escape.

But you have to know, that no matter your choices, you still have a husband who would do anything to make you happy.

I opened my heart to a liar.

Do we trust each other? 

Build a future controlled by you, not the changeable heart of a woman.

I’m sorry we’ve come to this.

But if you sincerely believe that your best path to healing is at his side, I will not stand in your way.

I have to fight every instinct I have pulling me toward you. When I’m near you I am aware of every breath you take and when I am away even the wind in the trees reminds me of you.

You say that I can be free, open to another. But without you my heart is closed as tight as a fist.

Because I love you. And one of us should be happy.

There are those who merely believe they have power, and there are those who actually have it.

Oh, is that caring? It sounds to me like a man trying to tighten his grip on a woman.

Congratulations, you’ve used your knowledge of the heart’s noblest emotion to manipulate and destroy someone.

What we once had was so natural. I miss how easy it was. We’d make love and fall asleep in each other’s arms like branches growing together.

I don’t feel strong. I feel like I’m sleepwalking and I don’t know how to wake up.

If your heart wants to sleep, let it. Many things can be forced out of duty, but not the heart.

Look where that love has brought us.

I wanted to one kind of King, and then I was forced to be another. Now I cannot go back.

You are my life and I love you.

I feel this nation is burning and I am the man who lit the match.

I love you. You do know that, no matter what I’ve done.

Are you prepared to die for this marriage?

I have lost all faith in you and the man I thought you were.

Oh spare me your lies and excuses! You’re not the man that I fell in love with and you’re not the King I want to rule beside. You are a coward!

I gave you a chance, I waited for the man I fell in love with to return, but that man is dead and I am finished waiting for him!

Do not seek to take before I can give.

No matter what happens, I love you.

Unfortunately, my husband isn’t giving me what I want, so I’ve come to ask you instead.

I need to handle this on my own and to do it my way. What I need from you is to be patient and to believe in me.

Take a stand, my love. I’ll take it with you.

The word can be dark and uncertain and cruel. The only thing that matters is that we face it together. No matter what happens, you are my light.