#cursedandcarried

[fulgurantfirstborn]

Storm Platinum please come hug your nephews, you could probably pick them both up at the same time.

“Steady your blade, Lorian. I am not here to drag you to your ashen thrones as much as your father and mother may have wanted me to do so. Just… come here, rest your heads, you deserve that much.”

When he embraces his nephews, he smells the dust of feathers and the acrid scorch of Lothric’s magic. It is difficult realizing how much time has passed since the boys were small enough to be lifted onto his shoulders, especially now, with the castle crumbling into ruins and the light slowly fading from the skies. His nephews are so tense. They are still so young and yet they are poised to fight as if they will be battling for another millennia. And yet they are also exhausted. It has been a very long time since he has experienced such exhaustion weighing down on his shoulders.

For now, he continues to hold the boys, if only to provide a brief respite from the world that is dying around them.

[ivakir]

@cursedandcarried​ lives in a very depressing place l from here

“No… not quite.” Lothric seems unconcerned, his arms crossed across his folded knees, though he has teleported himself a good extra meter away. “Not dead. Undead, Hollowed… They exist still, even in these well-lit times. But you see,” he extends one spindly hand demonstrably, “Eventually they give up even on undeath, and there is nothing left to do but attack anything that moves, or lie on the ground and hope to eventually disintegrate. It’s a terribly sad fate, and little to be done about it. That’s why we employ them as soldiers. It gives them a sense of purpose.” And to that sort of thing, you really couldn’t say no.

After his last words, she took a few steps back - just in case - and took a longer stick.

"Hey. Hey, pal. You alright? ... Yeah, I think it's fine," the stick with which she poked the body (because it would be too unethical to refer it to the category of corpses) found its place right in the nostril. Ivakir whispered a short "damn" and decided to leave everything as it is. “You know, it sounds so gloomy and depressing,” she gave Lothric a long look. "I even began to worry a little, like, do you want to commit suicide living in such a terrible place. Just look around you. Bright colors won’t hurt, these walls look awful."

[boredofcinder]

@cursedandcarried

“Then suffice it to say I self-evidently turn down suitors when necessary.”  

Lothric frowns, and his breeziness dissipates.  “Also... Lorian...wishes for me to relate that courtship has been a hard road for him, and if you’ve spoken of your own experiences he sympathizes,” he continues, more sincerely.

Lorian also has some thoughts about “dramatically flirting with and rejecting yourself for the spectacle of it all,” but he didn’t specifically request that it be shared, and who needs to know.

[goddessoftears-blog1]

@cursedandcarried

The Goddess Of Tears had not been to the kingdom of Lothric ever since its princes had been chosen to link the First Flame.  But now...  She had ventured to the city out of both morbid curiosity, and the desire to see if anything salvageable remained.  Caitha’s mind had been occupied with thoughts of Gwynevere and her children ever since she made it to the city, and moved through the crowds of Hollows towards the palace.  What had become of them?  She knew not the fate of the princes, nor the fate of Gwynevere herself.

[deithwyn-blog]

@cursedandcarried continuation from x

“Sure, not anything at all,” Gwyn muttered. Without using her eyes she could feel the gazes on them, like daggers slowly pushed against her skin. Still she kept her gaze steady on the chicken.

“But if you hypothetically did something, wouldn’t it been better to save your strength for when they sic their hounds on us? Or worse...”

[intothewildsea]

@cursedandcarried continued from X.

Niamh listened to his words, resisting the urge to try and soothe any worries with false hopes.  For a few moments afterwards, there was silence, before she took a deep breath.  “If something did happen to Lorian, I would be here for you. I know it isn’t the same, and that you probably wouldn’t want it to be that way, but...”

She reached over, then, and placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze.  “You’ve become like a younger brother to me. I’d be sad without you here, as selfish as that is.”

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

Wanderer’s Visit

((closed starter with @cursedandcarried))

Lothric Castle was majestic, he admits. Towering parapets manned by soldiers that patrolled the area with vigil worthy of matching the golems of Eleum Loyce: then again, what is beautiful often concealed a much more rotten core underneath. Nashandra was one of those primary examples, a wench beyond measure and a corrupted being that he was more than a little happy to put down to be frank. 

And if what he heard about the royal family’s obsession with the fire linking curse that plagued the land for who knows how long, it just serves to prove it more. 

Leeroy slung his great hammer over his shoulder, the comfort of Alastaor’s weight somewhat assuring. He had seen kings fall, brought down demons and men alike with his might: he was still a man was he not? A simple undead that had just gotten a little too lucky in those recent centuries save for... that one time.

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, the paladin knight stopped in his path, rising his gaze to the double doors of Lothric Castle. 

Prince Lothric... and Prince Lorian, the two sons of the royal family, one of them a mighty warrior and the other a gifted sorcerer, mastering both sorcery and the power of miracles. There are truly few of those left in the world, a little too few: with power and yet not corrupt.

[leviathanwielded-moved-blog]

@cursedandcarried || sc. <3 

        “It’s nice to meet you, prince.”  Not true. Ignes did not like other children, did not want to meet them, did not want to play with them - in the palace by the sea, she was happiest among the reefs, among her dolls, her paintbrushes and her books. Even her father’s followers, lowly worshippers who turned to her as well at times, were an awful bother. Still, to make him happy, she’d tolerate this, dressed in a dark blue dress with white pearls seaming her neckline.

      “I am Ignes.” Her other names and titles? They mattered so little, she would not even bring them up when introducing herself to others. Spoiled little princess indeed, though many said she was quite like the seas she might inherit one day - a capricious, moody force of nature. For now, however, she merely seemed like a reasonably nice girl who did not want to be here.

    “What do you do for fun?”