#c. cor

[narniadynasty]

                               You are cordially invited to attend the union between                               

                                                Tarkheena Aravis, the Unyielding,                                                

      of Calormen and Daughter of the Almighty Divine Tash, Lord and Father of Calormen,      

                                                                        &                                                                         

                                      His Royal Highness Prince Cor, the Returned,                                      

of Archenland and son of His Majesty King Lune and Her Majesty Queen Cyra of Archenland.

[oraclecrown]

@leorugiet

        She does recall meeting him, she thinks.  Not just at the citadel what is a shocking only few days prior yet feels like YEARS rolling past her.  She was young then, just a CHILD, but she remembers him with the envoy that came to TENEBRAE that day.  She nearly greets him with familiarity, gives away her anonymity in favor of FAMILIAR face, and then she remembers GLAUCA -- posing as Captain to the Glaive and she halts.  Can anyone in this uncertainty be trusted?  Ah, too late, he’s seen her -- and there is recognition in his eyes. 

       She is quick to place a finger over her lips in a quiet motion requesting his discretion, and strides forward, delicate fingers reaching for his arm.  “ I’ve a room down the street.  Come with me? “ 

[amicililium]

@ofimmortal

“ Did you know when the king sent us off that something wasn’t right? “  It isn’t an accusation.  Simple inquiry, amber eyes turn over the familiar figure of the Marshal.  “ You made it outta that mess -- and I’m thankful.  It’s good to know you’re still around.  Don’t want you going down anytime soon. “ 

[luciisomnus-blog]

❛ when i’m angry, i don’t yell i burn. ❜

milk && honey starters || accepting ! 

        “ && I hope you raze them all into ASH. “  A hand sweeps over strong jaw, his smile soft, regal -- royal.  He speaks not unto friend but unto COMMANDER of the GUARD.  “ More than immortal, perhaps you are a PHOENIX.  You rage and burn and return and the entirety of it must be EXHAUSTING.  Do you ever rest, I wonder?  Please...remember to care for yourself, MARSHAL. “ 

[luciisomnus-blog]

send 🔥 for a casual sex starter / @ofimmortal

Dizzying in the haze of heat and want, Somnus trails hands over lovely chest -- riddled with scars, and as flawless as a marble statue.  Fuck, it’s enough to make his mouth water.  There’s a curl of lazy smile, coy and taunting over the ancient King’s lips as he rolls his hips down against the shield. 

He can’t recount just how they’d ended up here, Cor settled into an armchair like it’s a throne -- and Somnus seated in his lap with the same confidence.   There’s a contended sigh that passes the Mystic’s lips, leaning forward to bite at his throat. 

   “ I’m sure you’re no stranger to hearing it, but you are a beautiful man. “