#;;fantasy

[ardenssolis]

@soverina said (inbox):

respectfully, keeps staring at his abs 👀

❝HEH, STARE ALL YOU want. It is yours, after all.❞ How could he not tease when she was looking at him with such intensity? Ozymandias could recall the days that she was much more polite in how she held herself in this regard. Had she looked in his direction like she was right now, he certainly wouldn't have known. No doubt upon eye contact, she would have pretended otherwise.

[ardenssolis]

@soverina said (inbox):

sapphire stare anxiously turns to the door; despite where they linger, she looks beyond - where his people awaited with excited anticipation ( perhaps some in disapproval or with an understandable level of uncertainty ). expression betrays princess, revealing worries that’d taken her moments before their first public debut as betrotheds. like an unmerciful chokehold, it felt as though something constricted throat. “ ...what if they don’t like me? ” doe - eyes look up to ozymandias, searching and hoping for guidance and reassurance. if the people did not approve, peach fears she has already become a burden to him; therefore, failing. “ i’m sorry, i know you have enough to worry about as their king; i shouldn’t be adding onto that... ” sigh draws out, dainty hands finally taking his own into their hold. “ it’ll be okay, won’t it? ”

     AH, THERE WAS SOMETHING altogether endearing about that question he was asked. It made him smile, his gaze softening as it came to rest upon the Princess rather than the masses that awaited them. ❝I assure you, they will come to like you if any have reservations.❞ He reached out then, his hand gently grasping hers so that calloused digits could brush against the smooth, softness of her own nimble fingers in comfort. ❝But I can tell you right now that they will love you. There could be no better queen to overlook their needs than you.❞ She was softer than him, looking at aspects that Ozymandias did not. He looked upon his people as a whole rather than individuals, but Peach…she saw each and every one of their faces – committed it all to memory, and remembered that these were not just subjects to rule, but people. Living, breathing people with hopes and dreams just like any ruler. This contrast to himself was needed. He had realized that as he had listened to her speak many a time – listened to her ask her many questions with every desire to learn this land and make it her own as if she had been born here.

     It was inspiring, really.

     Not once did he think that he would be matched with one such as she, and for that, he was grateful rather than flippant. He squeezed her hand, just a little to remind her that she would not step out into that bright sun alone. ❝Everything will be fine. This I promise.❞ And it was something he promised lightly. In his heart, he truly, truly believed this. ❝Now come. The people await, and we should not leave them in suspense any longer.❞

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@soverina said (inbox):

gently claims his cheeks into the delicate palms of her smaller hands, “ i’ve grown quite fond of you, my dear… i hope you know that i’ll treasure and cherish you until my last dying breath… ”

THE TOUCH TO HIS cheeks was unexpected, the warmth of Peach’s hands enough to make him instinctively lean into them like a content cat without him truly realizing he was so thoroughly ensnared. Truth be told, those were not words that he had thought would uttered in his direction. His and Peach’s marriage was arranged, although this was not to say that he was lacking in any affection towards her. On the contrary, she held quite a large place in his heart. He knew this to be true for her as well, but despite his overwhelming confidence in himself, there were times where he was worried that Peach may merely be humoring him, and that the feelings he held were one-sided in nature. An absolutely ridiculous thought, he knew, yet he had always grown up pondering if it was his status and appearance was what captured the attention of others more so than anything else. It was rather hard to linger on those particular uncertainties when Peach often made it quite clear that such was not held within her scope of interests.

     ❝Stating such things to me without warning…❞ Ozymandias lifted his hands, resting his calloused palms upon top of her soft hands. ❝Your feelings mirror my own. However, it is nice to hear such things spoken every now and then.❞ It was then that he grinned, soft, yet still all the more teasing in the curve of his lips. ❝You mean a great deal to me, Peach. Know that there is no treasure in the entirety of my vault, or anywhere else for that matter, that can ever match you in my heart.❞ He was a man who had everything, and has always had everything since the moment he took breath. Even with that in mind, even with all the riches at his disposal, they would always pale in comparison to the woman standing before him now. His loved. His dearest lotus.

[ardenssolis]

@soverina said (inbox):

lays her head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. ‘ these days i just can’t seem to rest unless i know you’re near… ’ a content sigh emits past roseate lips — curling upwards, conveying contentment. ‘ my nights are incredibly cold and lonely when we are apart… ’

     ❝IS THAT SO?❞ HE asked, head turning slightly so that he could look upon Peach from the corner of his eye. She had mentioned something like this before in the past, though during that time, her tongue had been more prone to speaking her thoughts when alcohol was involved – something he had come to learn she was most atrocious at holding (though, then again, it was hard to keep up with him). The parchment in his hand was temporarily forgotten, all his attention now placed exclusively upon her. ❝You know, you could always ask to spend the night with me, Peach. I am sure that the nights would hardly be cold or lonely in that case.❞ There was a tease in his tone, insinuation if one were to look deeper and take note of that smirk tugging upon the edge of his lips. Chuckling, he shook his head a little, his amusement only growing all the more. ❝Really, though, if you feel this way, then you can always be moved to my chambers. It would be most peculiar, yet not the first time that such has ever happened. We could even get that process started tomorrow if you so wish.❞

     They were practically in different places palace, and so he could imagine how lonely that might feel on certain nights. Peach would have to walk different corridors just to get to him – vice versa – and unless one was truly that determined to reach the other for whatever reason, it wasn’t quite worth it on quiet, cold nights. Ozymandias certainly held little interest in leaving his bed when the night air held a chill to it. If anything, he would much rather stay securely under his sheets, buried within them and comfortably warm.

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@soverina​ said (inbox):

sits on his lap because she wants attention 😤 ( she may or may not have had a glass of wine )

     HE GRUNTED A LITTLE when Peach suddenly decided to use his lap as a chair, his eyes darting from the letter he had been reading to her with brows raised in question. The two were officially married, but his wife was such a demure woman that he would have never thought that she would be so…assertive. If anything, would have thought she’d perish on spot even pondering actions such as these. Lo and behold his surprise to see otherwise! Then again, the scent of wine was thick in all its sweetness from her, and so that alone was all that was needed to tell him that she was either near the edge of being totally drunk or having already fallen over it. Regardless, she was always so entertaining like this. Chuckling softly, he gently wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her balanced and comfortable, his book now temporarily forgotten.

     ❝I see that drinking alcohol will never be your strong suit. It may be wiser if you stick to juice in the future.❞ Even a single glass was enough to have her swaying a little. Was it the first couple of sips that got her? That would remain one of the world’s greatest mysteries. ❝Perhaps I should take you to bed.❞ It wouldn’t be the first time he had to carry her back to her room, nor would it be the last considering how stubborn Peach could be with things like this. She would adamantly say that she could handle the wine despite it always being to the contrary. In truth, it was something that he found endearing about her – that stubbornness.

[valreadsfics]

it's a long way forward, so trust in me - beanut_butter bang chan / changbin

"Hey, buddy," he says, mouth dry. "This is fucking stupid, but, uh... are you going to hurt me?" The wolf shakes its head, its tail tick-tocking once against the ground. What the hell. Changbin's pretty new to home ownership, especially in the wildness of the mountains, but he thinks he's got this. Well, right up until things start going weird in his woods, anyways.

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     TRAVELING ALONE WAS SOMETHING that Amon was mostly used to, at least to a point, anyway. Ever since a little white mage had begun following him around despite his protests, that had ruined his attempts at solitude. No matter how much he tried to shoo the child away that never seemed to work out well. Not only that, but he feared that something would happen to her if he left her alone---a silly thought considering traveling with him was dangerous in itself. Try as he might to try and divert her attention, it seemed she had become far too attached to him to leave his side. Sighing a bit and gently patting his chocobo’s plumage, he glanced over to Frisk thoughtfully. What was it about him that even caught the girl’s eye to begin with?

    If he asked, he was sure he’d be given an answer that just perplexed him even more. Paying the stable master for leaving his chocobo in their care while he was in Limsa Lomisa, he made his way over to Frisk, a small smile lingering on his lips despite his exasperation. “You know, most children wouldn’t want to follow a stranger half-way around the world. I’m a bit worried about how your parents raised you if this is the case.” Did she even have parents? Amon had to admit that the little girl was quite gifted at healing---far more than even some of the apprentices that he had seen before who were far older than she was. 

    That kind of ability at this age was quite rare, and with further training, she’d most definitely be a force to be reckoned with, but it was just that…well…she was a child. Was it even wise for him to allow this to begin with? Or maybe he was actually the irresponsible adult in this situation. Amon almost sighed at that thought.