crown

P E L O R U S 4000+. demigod. spartoi. marshal. feel the fear in my enemy's eyes listen as the crowd would sing now the old king is dead L O N G L I V E T H E K I N G

[pelcrus]

"You dreamed of me?" "No, I thought of you."

@springlia & @adamoromerof

[leviathanhomecooking]

Vikings • S3 x E6

[liketheshewolf]

R A G N A R    L O T H B R O K ↳ 1.01 “Rites of Passage” “I believe there’s a way to go west. I have something that will change everything. Now just listen. A while back, I met someone, a wanderer. He told me that it was possible to go west, over the open sea, using this. It’s a  s u n - b o a r d.”

[emziess]

endless gifs from vikings - 2/∞

[sikanapanele-deactivated2018121]

[markusalarie]

@pelcrus location: Lupercal notes: outside some bar I guess

It was always quiet for a few days after the full moon, more quiet than usual, anyways. Most of the city was spent from raging through the dark for four nights straight that there was a natural lull that followed. That was for most, for the rowdiest of the lycans that called Lupercal home there wasn't any such thing as rest. There was just the witching hour when the bars started kicking people out, by force if they had to. One poor soul looked like he'd been heaved by his belt as he was tossed into the street outside one of the many bars that had popped up alongside Lupercal as it rose.

Into the mud the poor - demigod? - fell and were Markus not nearly struck by the thrown man he might have just kept walking. "Rough night?" It was that or a really good one up until a few moments ago, he extended his hand towards the man as he aimed to help the other to his feet.

[pelcrus]

There had been a lot on his mind as of late. His relationships with his brothers seemed to be in shambles and he was on a fucking Senate that he wasn't sure he should've been in. It was the best course of action for them though. Pelorus always thought about them when he made a decision. Whatever. He didn't need to think about that now. That was what the mead was for. Enough of that stuff and you were able to forget your own name. Or where you were. Pelorus was more of the latter right now. He'd somehow ended up on the floor, but all he could remember before that was being in the bar. How had he gotten there? Apparently he had a guardian angel though. It took him a second to realize the hand that was being held out towards him. He would've laughed if it didn't feel like he would vomit as soon as he did. "I don't even know. Maybe. How'd I get on the floor?"

[hyperenor]

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Hyperenor's response was a mere curl of his lip, but nothing beyond that at first. "No longer care, huh?" He found Pelorus' phrasing strange, almost laughable, and for a second he looked angry enough to pick a fight, but he shook his head thinking better. An argument wasn't the intention of him seeking Pelorus out. "I'm pleased to have your go-ahead, but I worry how long that'll last. Can a cog in some bloated bureaucracy really be permitted to not care about my warpath?" Hyperenor had outright rejected the "inclusion" the Senate extended to him and those like him. He was disappointed to hear Pelorus of all people didn't have the same reaction.

[pelcrus]

Pelorus bent over backwards for his brothers more often than most of them would ever truly notice. They were the people he cared about most in every life he could possibly have. After Arachne of course, but they were right there in his mind when he made any decision in his life. They'd just woken up into a new world where they had nothing but chips on their shoulders. And they'd failed. They had set out to do one thing and they had failed. The brothers spartoi were down one again and it felt so much worse now than it had before. Still, he would have preferred his brothers do whatever the hell they wanted if they felt like it. He'd just have to turn a blind eye now. "Did you have more to say, Hyperenor? Every time we speak, it's the same old shit every single time. You don't want us around. You want to do all of this alone. Then I tell you to do whatever the fuck you want and you find a problem with it. What the fuck do any of you want from me, huh?" His voice rose as he shoved at Hyperenor. "What the fuck do you want, huh?"

[adamoromerof]

Adamo drank but as the bottle was lowered from his lips, he kept it in his possession, smirking as Pelorus always revolved around one charged act. Always thinking with one head and never with the other, he seemed to be either about carnal relief or bloodshed; nothing Adamo hadn't dealt with after being surrounded by lycans for the entirety of his life. "Funny," a pause as the Cold took another swig before extending the bottle back to Pelorus, "I never made the arrests, I only played bodyguard. You'll have to find another fantasy to lament on." The smirk grew in size, he did often find himself smiling whenever the spartoi was around but perhaps the Cold had come to enjoy this game of chase that the other seemed adamant to cash in upon.

[pelcrus]

Semantics really. Pelorus didn't really care about the specifics of what Adamo's job entailed. All he actually cared about was making a comment about it if he needed to. As much as he would've loved to do more than just have a conversation with this lycan every time they saw each other, he also knew when things weren't in his favor. However, that didn't mean he wasn't going to still flirt. It was just in the spartoi's nature. Personalities and all that. Plus, it wasn't like Adamo had told him to fuck off yet. No, the lycan was still very much sitting here with him, bottle of alcohol in hand and a smile on his face. Pelorus certainly wasn't trying to wear the other down about this, but it was fairly interesting to him how Adamo was always rejecting him and still coming back for more. It said something that the demigod wouldn't say out loud just yet. The thought was there though. Right at the tip of his tongue. "Ah, so you love enforcing the law. Getting the bad guys to fall in line really gets you going, huh?" He snatched the bottle back. "There's another fantasy right there. I don't know about getting me to fall in line, but I can be a bad guy if you want."

[sincreator]

She looked far too amused at the whole situation. 4000 years was a long time to know someone and not know that person. He seemed as puzzling as ever, someone she'd successfully wooed but still... the disconnect was there. A new beginning was in order, perhaps. By the mention of a certain vampire Marshal Atarniel furrowed her brows together in confusion, but realized how he knew rather quickly. Of course, his powers, her damned looks towards Salvador. She certainly wasn't subtle about her desires, but why would she? "Get over yourself, this is your battle not mine. Plus, I do think 4000 years of abstinence does count as being an official divorce, so. I don't think you're in a position to push your ideals onto me," though she meant no harm with her words. Quite the opposite: their back and forth only reminded her of their former glory. "So, what about you? Finally found someone or are you just commenting on my love life?" love life, she didn't dare to look into Salvador's direction then, "someone to dick down, bestie?" Atarniel grinned.

[pelcrus]

"Ah Atarniel, that's where you're wrong. This is all of our battles. You just choose not to acknowledge it." His shoulders lifted in a shrug. It didn't much matter to Pelorus where her loyalties lay. If she wanted to fuck a vampire, she could fuck a vampire. If she wanted to declare she was a lycan woman, then she could be a lycan woman. At the end of the day, it was of no concern to him and he was absolutely not going to pretend that it was. "We can't have a divorce if we were never married." He lifted his foot onto the bench he was sat upon and looked around the forum. "If you don't like what I'm saying, you know y ou don't have to listen, right?" He was sure Atarniel was incapable of not getting her two cents in though. They were alike in that way. "Commenting on your love life? I'm commenting on your poor choices. Big difference." He leaned back slightly. "I've found plenty of people to fuck though. Most of them are pretty boring though."

[echionx]

Echion sighed as he stood, Pelorus did what any of them would have done back there, not leaving them for dead wasn't something to brag about but the spartoi could leave it to Pelorus to expect a trophy for doing the bare minimum. That wasn't true but Echion wasn't exactly handling any of this well, Hyperenor was right, they were better going off in their own direction. "A burden? I've spent most of my life trying to protect you from yourself," It was true that Echion loved his brothers, but from the moment they'd sprang from the dirt there was a fundamental difference between them. "You're my brother and all you've ever wanted was to escape." Pelorus and his search for divinity to fill him, as if there could be no greater privilege than to escape the brothers' spartoi forever. "You don't get to tell me what he would have wanted; do what you want Pelorus, go let a God fuck you in the ass again, I don't care anymore."

[pelcrus]

Pelorus had always been the guy that didn't mind if a god asked him to inhabit his body. He'd actually desperately wanted it. However, the one thing that always held him back was the fact that he would lose his brothers in the process. It was a horrible thought for him to even think and he only ever hoped that he could be there for them as much as they needed. That didn't mean that he hadn't made a mistake in making them think that he hadn't wanted to be around them. He'd have to fix that at some point, but it seemed like right now would not be that time. "Okay, Echion." A semblance of a smile lifted onto his face. It was crystal clear to him that this was not going to go in any direction that his dear brother did not want it to go in. And Pelorus was done with trying to make his own point over and over again. "Okay." He nodded his head and patted his brother's shoulder. "Okay." That was all he said as he walked away. They'd speak again later when they both weren't upset about everything that had happened for fifteen fucking years.

END.

[violadives]

Surviving the Inferno had been a task all on its own, for all the demons that existed in hell there were far fewer than most assumed. The nature of the pit was to consume or be consumed, it was predictable after a time, the strong survived and the weak did not. Viola's father had raised her to fall in line with the former, cursed by a self-proclaimed goddess or not, she had scraped, crawled, and done whatever she had needed to do in order to make it out the other side. Time and time again, even as her humanity had been stripped from her, Pelorus' faith in her had still sung through the very core of the woman's being.

"Just as I said then: my father couldn't be cut down, and here you stand. Alive, untouched by time." Viola raised a brow, though it was only done playfully. "Quite rude of you to be gone for as long as you were though - and this is how you greet me? I could leave, come back, and you can try again. I'd much prefer something along the lines of: hello favourite daughter, how I've missed you, my world has been incredibly dull and dreary in your absence." She smiled as she took her father's hand in her own, "I... Cannot tell you how good it is to see you again."

[pelcrus]

Untouched by time was one hell of a way to put it. Pelorus felt like time had never truly been on his side. As much as he could say he was alive and still standing, it was not without its scars. The spartoi seemed to have more than a handful due to his ability so he was sure he looked more worn down than she could have ever seen him before. Then again, maybe he'd always looked that way. Regardless, it wasn't as if Arachne had ever done anything but respect him. She was her father's daughter, but she was so much better than him in every way. But then they also had that same confidence that often got them into trouble. That was how Arachnee was even still here in the first place. Big fucking ego.

"Hello favorite daughter, how I've missed you, my world has been incredibly dull and dreary in your absence," he repeated back to her with a hint of a smile. It was a true statement or else he wouldn't have even jokingly said it at all. Pelorus squeezed her hand within his own and kissed her knuckles. "It's even better to see you. You have quite a lot to update me on. It's been...well, let's not get into the mathematics of it all. It's just been a very long time."

[smashly93]

@grantairescurls @levithestripper @starrose17

Some holiday cheer from our favorite dork 🎄

[daenerya]

“You’re the only one I can trust. So you must stay.”

[pelcrus]

pelorus | saturnalia

I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning, I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own

[hyperenor]

who?: @pelcrus where?: the streets

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"You might think me overdramatic, but this fiasco was exactly what I wanted to avoid. Now I'll have to start getting aggressive sooner than anticipated." As soon as the spartoi decided to come together, disaster was inevitable. Hyperenor was both dissatisfied and furious, but at least that meant he could channel is all into his inquisition. "Honestly, after everything not even I could fault you for taking one of your little "breaks". However, as promised, my taste for vengeance isn't close to being satisfied. I initially planned to go to war alone, and that's what I intend to do."

[pelcrus]

Why did it feel like all Hyperenor ever did when speaking to him was tell him how he wouldn't be speaking to Pelorus? The spartoi was tired of hearing it and he was tired of trying to get his brother to believe that they were better together. If Hyperenor wanted to work alone, then he could work alone. He wasn't going to grovel and beg the man to stay around them when it didn't even feel like Echion or Udaeus wanted to be around each other either. His brothers were all so damn frustrating, he felt he'd pop a blood vessel sooner or later. "Do whatever you want, Hyperenor. I no longer care."

[springlia]

She keeps the sunlight out for as long as she can, keeps the room dark and so he can steal as many hours of sleep as he can. As he sleeps, she traces the features of his face, the sloop of his nose and the smile that came to him as he was in the land of dreams. Her clairvoyance doesn't allow her to forget so easily, he was there and the Old God that possess him made him a part of her death. She spoke words of forgiveness and reassurance that she knew it wasn't Pelorus that ended her, she was grateful to be here in this moment even as she had made peace with being soil to feed that which could grow. She hopes that he can forget, that he won't remember her final moments, that the Old God had closed his eyes to the horrors that came. "Oh?" She didn't expect others to listen when she talked, it meant more to her than she knew how to admit that he paid attention. "There's a couple local artists that are worth supporting, Sumeyye and Sabina paint. I can help you find a few pieces and I have a quite talent for wielding a brush myself when it comes to interior decorating." She did all her children's rooms herself.

[pelcrus]

Pelorus, contrary to popular belief, listened to people far too often for even his own liking. It was how he kept track of things that his radar couldn't pick up. He could find people easily. It was very simple for him, but when people spoke, it could go in one ear and out the other. That was only ever the case for him if he genuinely didn't want to hear it. However, most everything was important to know. Eventually, some information would come in handy when he really had nothing else. That had nothing to do with him listening to Lia when she spoke though. He listened to her because, well, he liked listening to her. Whenever she spoke, it felt like it was something of importance, something he should keep close to his chest. Not that that was the premise of this little relationship they had, but he wasn't always the kind of guy to just fuck and leave. He liked listening to her more than he did anyone else which was probably a sign of something, but he ignored that for now. Instead, he listened to her recommendations and nodded his head as he looked around at the walls. It was better than thinking about what had happened to her in those fifteen years that were now lost to them. "Hm, well, whatever artists you recommend, I'll look at their stuff." He did, however, make a mental note of the names she mentioned. "I can help you with the painting though. You just have to, you know, guide my hand or something. Since you're a pro and all," he stated with a hint of a smile.

[violadives]

@pelcrus location: Palatine Hill notes: dawuh

There was a good reason why demons forgot their lives, it didn't serve a demon's nature to remember what it had been like to be human. To be someone's daughter, to want to feel loved, to feel appreciated, and to have the sort of hopes and dreams that were so completely mortals. Viola had once been a girl whose fingers were rubbed raw from the efforts of silk, who laughed under the lowlight of her father's priests, and danced as if at any moment her own mortality would come calling.

Remembering hadn't been the blessing that Viola had thought it would be, Arachne had died far below: Viola was loved, she was needed, and she was appreciated. The former was just a girl who had loved her father so much that she truly believed he'd have found her even in Hell. Pelorus was famed for his ability to locate just about anything and anyone, Thebes was revered under his protection for reasons that extended beyond his prowess with his blade. So many years she'd waited, it was foolish of course and Viola didn't begrudge him for not storming the nine levels of hell as Dante was said to have done for Beatrice. Still, Arachne had hoped, and then she had forgotten what hope felt like. Lucifer had seen to that.

"I didn't think it was true." Viola started, her father had died and that's what she had believed a century ago when she first walked this realm again. "I told them: my father wouldn't be cut down, not even a God could slay him." Because what else was a father in the eyes of a child if not divine?

[pelcrus]

The first of his children had been Arachne. There were quite a few that came after, but none more important than her. People often spoke of not choosing your favorite child, but Pelorus was not some normal man. He was a spartoi, a demigod. If there was one of his children that he would have wished to have forever, it would have been her. However, she had been torn from him at her early age and thrown to the Inferno below. It wasn't like he would have been able to drag her back. Even if he would have been able to try, he wouldn't have had the time with her he wished to have. Just as he had lost her, she would have lost him. It was better this way, he guessed.

Pelorus had never thought he would see Arachne again. She was mortal and there was no way of giving her immortality like he would've wished without making her into something that he despised. Then again, there was a new spartoi roaming about so maybe he could've done whatever that one had done. Some little sovereign that wasn't even a child of him or his brothers didn't deserve to be one of them. Arachne though? She deserved everything because she was everything to him.

Still, here they stood four thousand years later. He hadn't even expected to be here himself, but seeing her was even more surprising than that. Someone had summoned her. That had to have been it. She still looked exactly as she had that day he had lost her. His hand lifted to her face, a smile on his own. "Ah, but you see I was not cut down, my little weaver. I'm still standing." He dropped his hand. "As are you. It seems neither of us can truly be cut down. Not even by the gods."