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ruinousaltruism:

“Would you do that? Keep me in your Court but no longer in your favor? I should hope you love me at least enough to send me home if you no longer want me.”

“Once you are truly in the Court, I would not expect you to want to leave. Even if you no longer had me, you would be adored and doted upon by many.”

#he's addictive in his own way #with a pull that's absolutely inhuman #ruinousaltruism

ruinousaltruism:

“Never willingly. But I’m only human. Easy to manipulate. Without you around to protect me, someone may decide I’m a thing they want to take.”

“And a bold thief they would have to be, to dare steal one I’ve marked as my own. No, dear one, should anyone else ever take you, it will be that I have decided to let you go.”

#ruinousaltruism #and he's /absolutely awful/

ruinousaltruism:

“And you aren’t afraid of another’s turned ear stealing me away to keep my stories for themself? You are gone so long, sometimes…”

“Would you be so disloyal to me? Remember, answer true. A lie would be more offensive than an unwanted truth.”

#ruinousaltruism

heroparadigm:

“I would consider on it.” It didn’t erase the sadness but it gave her something to think on and she had nothing but time. She considered the tree that was now twenty years old now not ten feet away. “So what brings you my way regardless? I imagine there is a lot you could be doing instead.”

“Even plants growing in the wild should be checked on from time to time. And I consider you a friend. I do not use that word lightly.” A friend of the forest, a friend of the fae. For as fickle a being as Oberon was, the word held a weight beyond gold.

#heroparadigm

ofdivinegrace:

A hidden smile, holds up his hands. “I have missed you dearly as well my lord. With all the stars as my witness, I live again with you back.”

He shifts, lips hovering just barely away from Adam’s. “And so it was meant to be, my dearest.” And the king pulls away with a smirk, gesturing for his knight to walk beside him.

#ofdivinegrace

ruinousaltruism:

“And here I thought you might be jealous, keep my stories all to yourself. It took Scheherazade a thousand and one nights, but for someone in your Court, it might be less.”

“A thousand and one nights is an impressive feat in mortal time, but for those who live in an eternal state of summer, my dear, you may need more stories than that. Or less, depending on the turned ear and the words chosen.”

#ruinousaltruism

ruinousaltruism:

“I see, so I just have to keep telling you stories until you fall madly in love with me. I think I can manage that.”

“yes, i’m sure you’ll find it within yourself to do so. I look forward to hearing your tales spread through my Court.”

#ruinousaltruism #meet me all by break of day | oberon

“i’ve always found it a work of art, myself.”

#i am invisible | commentary #he's just gonna chime in on the pompeii stuff

ruinousaltruism:

“So once you’ve learned everything about me, should I worry about your… devotion wavering?”

“Yes. But I’ve found that within every mortal is a Scheherazade waiting to make themselves known.”

#ruinousaltruism #she needs to get away from him.#for her own sake

"Well look who's still alive. Still a king or what not~" | @inferniangod

“That will only change when the sun and the moon abandon their duties in the skies above us.”

#inferniangod

ofdivinegrace:

“Welcome home my lord.”

“My dearest Knight.” And he wasted no time striding to Adam, pressing his forehead against his. “I have missed you dearly.”

#ofdivinegrace

ruinousaltruism:

“… Your interest, perhaps. I must be terribly boring, compared to your Court.”

“Oh, not at all. Mundane is made by familiarity. I know every aspect of my Court, but not of you and your world. It is fascinating in its novelty.”

#ruinousaltruism #ah i see so she's fucked

heroparadigm:

“And how do we mark them?” There was a sadness there, having buried her eldest brother not two years ago and she knew that there was no way to break the immortality now. She would never join Wyatt’s court, instead she would watch her family pass away and she would be a mere whisper of legend in a few decades time.

“Some in loss, others in lovers. A few in the growth of trees from sapling to ancient oak. Stories told. My dear, only you can choose the telling of your time. It bends and ripples around us like a river, but like the river it moves ever forward, cutting itself through all that would stand in it’s way. Be only as melancholy as you can bear.”

#heroparadigm

ruinousaltruism: