#ancient verse

[game-weaver]

Another few nights passed, like before, the prince had distracted himself with exploring. But his mind kept wandering back to those crimson eyes. It was hard to not go back immediately the next day, that curiosity and desire to have them dance once more. The back and forth of wit was incredibly addicting to the fae, and now that he had a taste...

But finally after watching the sun rise and fall...He could no longer help himself. This time, however, he found himself wandering to the palace as the moon rose off the horizon. With a soft flutter, he landed on the kings balcony, foot falls practically silent as he walked heel to toe on the railing.

Spinning he smiled to himself, the moonlight reflecting off his pale skin and the gold markings as he glamoured his wings and slipped down to sit. His clothes this time were almost like that of the dancing outfit he had worn. Light, airy, showing more skin than not so he wouldn't overheat in the desert.

He glanced into the bed chamber, eyes alight with mischief as he contemplated. Should he enter? Should he wait? He knew the king had kept a dagger hidden at his thigh, what other weapons might he keep nearby? It might be best to not startle him....

Still...Fluttering into the room, his wings sounding softly like wind through leaves. Curiously, he looked around the room, taking in the many items that lay around.

[lovenikkiclothes]

Based around the head accessory ‘Dark Clouds Dissipating’.

[3000yearmonarch-archived]

@sir-huffman​ asked: “May I suggest a walk in the garden? The roses are in bloom.” (excuse me as I just throw this knight at the queen >:U that's ancient verse right?)

Romantic Royalty Starters

“Oh, um...yes, please. Lead the way, Sir Knight.” Pascale let out a deep sign, unclenching her fists. She’d hadn’t even noticed how tense she was. How could she, as on-edge as she’d been these past few days? 

The atmosphere here was so heavy, almost laced with venom. Even as she walked beside the knight, she felt eyes boring into her, and the hostility in those gazes. A foreigner from an enemy land, fated to marry into the royal family...of course she shouldn’t expect to be welcomed with open arms.

Lost in the haze of her thoughts, she barely realized she was falling behind. But once she did, she gathered the skirt of her dress and hurried her steps until she was again walking beside him. A question clung to the tip of her tongue, but Pascale didn’t dare let it slip past her lips, both in fear of his reaction and his answer:

‘Do you hate me, too?’

Instead, she opted for a more pleasant conversation route.

“I’ve never visited the garden before. I’m sure it’s beautiful. Everything seems to be, here.”

[dustystars-art]

Ancient Egypt!Anzu Mazaki

I forgot what her fan name is but here you go :v done for an ask tho I only posted the lineart for that

u know she looks nice for a certain pharaoh ;>

Feel free to reblog, please do not use without my permission!

[maskedmuses-archived]

Anzu’s Ancient Egyptian Verse

Name: Anzu (meaning Storm Bird in Babylonian)

Age: 16

Hometown: Assyria (Modern day northern Turkey)

Profession: Nomadic Dancer

History: 

Part of a troupe under the name of Ramuhusa (Belt of Those Who Dance), Anzu was sold to them when she was a young girl to escape her family’s intense poverty in ancient Assyria. Although she could have been offered as consort, she was instead adopted under the Madame’s tutelage and became a forefront attraction with her natural abilities and deep motivation on her art.

Traveling around the Mediterranean and nearby countries has allotted her learning in various languages and some knowledge, but it is mostly kept to herself rather than offered for anything more than idle conversation for those she performs for to allow her more than simple dismissal by her audience.

Anzu’s first love is dance and although well into marrying age, the dancer has denied all pursuits for her hand in lieu of aim of becoming the next Madame for her troupe. A helpful point to keep suitors away is her blue eyes, which are different and frightening to many in the ancient world.

[directfromthedas]

@ancientbound reverse starter call cause heck yeeeeah

Every Elvhen’s blood-writing was as worthy of admiration as the Evanuris which it honored. Devoting one’s entire body to the art demanded respect from any cultured Elvhen, including she who kept the hearth. The other’s body was a masterpiece of muscle and magic; beauty and mastery flaunted for all to know what this one has accomplished. 

Sylaise gives her the slightest bow; to all who know her, this is the grandest of affirmations. Dark eyes glean with approval as she addresses the blade-wielder.

“A refreshing take on the Craftmaster’s imagery, to make use of so much skin. It tells me how you give of your entire vessel to what you do, of the resources you can summon under pressure,” she nods and exhales, eyes passing over the full body vallaslin like taking in an exquisite fresco & not at all like respecting an equal. “Commendations may be passed along, should your blood-writer be standing to hear them.”

[thekingofdoorsbitch]

@genuspuella

Atem was looking around, hoping he hadn’t gotten caught just yet. He was trying to sneak out of the palace without anyone finding out till well...till it was too late. 

Those small legs hurrying as he scurried to the block that he found out that was movable...and led out to a secret passageway that lead outside of the palace. It took him a bit to move it but, he was able to slip right in and move it right back in place. 

He followed the path and climbed out from the darkness after moving the lid to cover the ladder, placing it right back and getting sand over it to hide it before looking around. This had been his first time out of the palace...without someone watching over him. So, this is what freedom felt like?..

His eyes wandering over his surroundings as he started to put on his cloak. Thankfully, he remember not to wear so much gold so that it wouldn’t attract attention. He didn’t need someone stealing off of him or recognizing him right away just based off of his jewelry. Quickly, Atem stood up on his feet and began to explore the city of Kemet without a care in the world that him doing this was putting his life at risk.

That’s when he heard the sound of a horse neighing and immediately he checked behind him to make sure no one was coming up behind him before entering the direction that he heard the sound, peeking quietly to see if the coast was clear. In doing so, his eyes caught sight of a young girl with the horse that he was assuming he heard neigh and stayed where he was. The boy too scared to come up to anyone right now so, he watched from afar. 

[marionmaverick]

1: what would hebe think of themis?? (hebe/themis would be cute tbh)

2: do you think venat basically adopted hebe?? or just stayed in the mentor role

Oh! You asked me about my guy!! Thank you anon.

Hebe is just a friendly kind of fellow and tries to get along with all their co-workers, but he is especially excited to have someone more his age amongst everyone else. They are work friends and I've done some cute things with the Elidibus that RP's here that I think there is some chemistry as well, though cause Their Warrior of Light is the Twins age I never for sure thought a lot about shipping.

He was the ancient equivalent of a preteen when their parents abandoned him, and an older teen who was fairly used to making ends meet on their own by the time they met Venat. He'd gotten support from friends in Hythlodaeus and Hades already. But yes, even with that she pretty much adopted him under the guise of mentorship. He still lived alone but she was always checking in on him when she didn't have to, or convincing them to travel along side her so she wouldn't be along. She is family, and more like a mother than the older brother roles his friends inhabit.