Note: A little flash fic with Oor and Cecily whom I rarely wrote but I like the way it comes, and oh there are hints about Cecily’s father which I have a FC in mind :)
In that moment,stars fell with one another,as Cecily laid down so silently-watching the moon starving itself from companionship. Bubbling fear and joy burst in every inch of hers,chasing through every filament of her happy life. She recalled that port where she waited her father . He grinned so warmly as he goes to the sea but always back. He would sit down, exhausted,staring at the maps of the realms.
He would blatantely tell about the habits of each man he met. No matter how he would flee,he yearns for the sun and the earth. At that moment Cecily could feel him watching her. She woke up again.
A stranger.
He seems to move a little,and what she saw is Oor.
His eyes glazed over the world. That world so cruel and yet so inhabited. “Unable to sleep” Cecily nodded her head reluctantly. He laid his cold side to hers “-Do not mind.” His voice choked by the wars if the past as he held her hand “I am here for you."
642 things to write about: Nino,a heartbreaking letter, and Mad Mark
Note: Some quick 642 things for tonight before I sleep,mostly Icarcus history focused,with Mark the Four who is pretty interesting in dealing with killing the princes,a bold trader called Nino which I am happy how it came out and lastly Oor who is not having a happy time D:
There are often three reasons for something: the reason we tell others, the reason we tell ourselves, and the real reason. Write about the war among the three. (Arcona history: Mark the Four-so we are doing like The Princes in the Tower thing,so we tell others-Mark seen that they need time to mature and not waste childhood,for ourselves: A reminder for himself and his bitterness and the real reason-He seen them as threats and want to claim the throne when he was favoured the other,I will do a Dymphna version of it as it is interesting)
Mark tapped his fingers back and forth in panic,the news of the boys' murder,true he mentioned this out of concern from an Uncle to his nephews,like lambs led to the slaughter by his fellow man in arms Kingsley who looked at them coldly,true their innocence always encapsulated the mocked figure,his heart raced slightly,true he vouched that reason that he is doing for the safety of the children. His conscience writhed him,screaming of the threats of the young lives,these two cherubs gnawing at the roots he yearned for,the threat of the thrones he desperately clinger since he watches his encrypted brother fade away.
Kingsley emerged from the shadows,his face solemn,he did that nod,as he showed Mark,bloodied locks of the two. That is enough proof for Mark could heave a sigh of relief,the threat is over,he could stop tapping his fingers now. The real reason ring clear,no one should steal his throne.
Prompt: Why your boss should give you a raise (Icarcus history-icarcus,with Nino the sea veined one who is super cool,almost like a moby dick figure)
Along came the trader from the seas of Icarcus,if not bolder than old Solas,a sweet fellow called Nino for he ruled the seas with an iron fist despite the name meaning little cloud,born weak to an ailing mother,for most sailors in Icarcus notice his limping hand,withered like the fins they collected,but alas he did not allow his disability get the better of him,for he was a tricky fellow eyeing for Solas’ hunger for opportunities like the Levantines.
Strangely he was the old captain,a rockencliff,birthed from the sister goddess Untris and Ylena,Odin if I am not too wrong,at least in his mind,his men Hugin and Mmir watching over that fellow,who is like a hungered wolf spitting at him for his deformity in his hand.
Beneath the ugliness,Nino became the wolf amidst the seas,a bite after a treacherous incident which Odin’s ship lost Dalonetense gold which scandalizes the Lords then,Nino has the heart and the stomach of the king in searching through the cold seas,mingling with the maidens and toying with Icarcus’ damning curse-the drowned souls,the verdigris dukes and ladies,who died at sea corroding the minds of those living. Nino claimed that the charm carved himself-of sweet Midva their patron goddess,writhed in carnality and yet the healer of the traders,saved him from certain death and curse-therefore commanding the other sailors to get the gold pieces,flickering lights,giving strong breaths and sparing Odin’s life from being executed by death itself.
Nino like the seas,he bleed for a raise,after saving them from a scandal but Odin as stubborn as the gods refused to yield to Nino’s wildness resulting in the parting of ways,to make Nino even hungrier make his own trade called “The Sea’s veins-“,true Nino was successful but when he saw Solas going beyond the gilded island,he grew mad,and the consequence of his ambitions,as if he is possessed by the drowned souls gnawing into his mind,rumors said that he committed suicide and what he breathed last is Odin’s curse and darkness writhed in his body. Sad Nino,his life summarized in a proverb “Be impulsive like Old Nino and you will burn-“ perhaps it is daringly true,it said that Nino’s tradition of wearing the charm of the sensuous Midva against the storms has been adopted by many traders,perhaps a clinging in old times.
write a “dear john” letter, breaking up with your high-school sweetheart who’s in the army.
(Oor’s rather painful letter to a lover he met,so it was posted-Kesver breakup and I have an idea that he met someone but she is not responding so more angst on him-somewhat like Takashi from Red Thread D:)
As he watched over the battlefields, the treacherous war,Oor thought quietly as he picked up the message from the weary messenger,he patted slightly,his eyes jaded of the world like him. He spoke little,expect to peel through the letters,like unclothing that sweet girl,her perfume lingered on that paper,he could recall that fair girl,for one moment that icicles in his heart defrosted,as the winter’s roaring fire. He recalled her giggle,her soft sighs,her everything.
Breathless.
He slowly caressed each peak of her,kissing tenderly her nose bridge,her eyelids,her cheeks as she sighed.
The winter of our discontent. Oor thought quietly,as he read the letter,amidst the chaos and stillness,that quiet encounter,as he caressed his calloused palm to every inch,she gave that warm giggle until he reached that fold. A quiet moan. His heart silenced,as the soldier came in “Orders sir-“ Oor grew quiet,that silent fling,his craving. All gone,as he slowly finishing reading the letter,the demons of war corrupted the cold heart. He must retain from that daydream world.The letter fell by,it scribbled the words of that dream all faded away. Her words like the beats he caressed,the eyelids he kissed on,but all with a fading tone,as if she cannot conquer the demons in his soul “My sweetest Oor-“. Oor swallowed the fear and there he plunged into the darkness that he can never get out of.
Note: Well this based on my own experience this week at work and I thought of Kesver,and her affair with Oor which is so angsty,and she regrets of being vulnerable to him and I am trying my loose and pretty style of writing which I adored so much. So it somehow a good way to express all that confusion in my heart.
As Kesever looked through her heart,did she trust all of her soul to a man who wake between the living and the dead,for he is passionate bodily,dispelling all of the demons of war and calvary,hungering for her flesh,she stared at the rains. It slowly washed through memories,how they become the She is that empty vessel dripping through the fountains of Aqua Viate. Her being that strength and tower,that she herself become that wild force to all dreams,realities and hopes from chaste hands,to fruitions of all dreams past and future in bodies all melded together.
Perhaps she is foolish in letting him come to his trust,spilling herself to his cold by of statues,as she slowly caressed her womb,that child they could have,she could recall that weeping,as she saw her fiancee panicking on that bloodied hand,her gaze remained composed as it is fated that he knows his deeds. But alas Kesver thought quietly,as she could recall that night how Isidore’s tempers grew like the rainfalls on that frequent liaisons with the dreamer Oor. Her pained confessions that erupt from her small body. It was all dripping to tears and anger,guilt writhed through her veins.
As they depart each other in that port,she could recall that he become that state that froze,Oor facing an another battle,not only to the yells of battles,but the crawling demons in his heart,the awakening ghosts that bring forth that harbinger,for he awakened in his clothes of grey,as he gave that dry greeting of farewell,sadness writhed all of the veins. For she could recall him was her walking by the woods,all draped in the softness of the sea and the sky,is she ever a soft dream that or is awakened from that myth of the soft lands that he perhaps could gain after years of war and devastation. He would rather keep that faint memory when he seen Kesver walking by. Indeed youthfulness cause darkness in their hearts and bodies,all become painful.
For there the girlish Kesver become the lily,as she saw her fiancee Isidore,he seems to be at peace,but his face grew slightly darker at each move, “Feeling better my love-“ her eyes grew so detached in seeing Isadore,she thought of that bastard child that is now resting in peace,in the heavens,perhaps in that beautiful cocoon. “much better-“ for she rather throw off that demon of war out of her mind. For it makes her much lonelier with that demon slowly caressing through her mind,she must be as calm as the lily in the storm. For she continues internally on that battle to conquer that demon. It become no more as she cascaded into the halls,staring through the gardens,for she recall faintly on Oor waiting ever so patiently in the gardens. That small blink and he is gone,like the ghost in the past.
Note: So I am writing back Euilalia (and so is Adnan) again,after neglecting their arc for so long,in favour for Drago and Auberon adventures,and yes the new angsty OTP separated,with Kesver kinda freaking out on the affair and Oor knowing about Cecily ,though not as interested
Eulalia-Patience
She is strength. The prince noticed her calm negotiations over the tribes over the food,she is not like Anionetta's mad holiness, for she is like the oasis examine through the situation,perhaps he has underestimated her when one of the Guards gave her,she was frightened and vulnerable,with her layered silks and pretty eyes unsuitable for the harshness of the desert, now she built herself a beautiful strength especially meeting with the refugees,her timed words in quelling Radha's bitterness and that strong friendship with the Lady Dymphna,the flaming noble of the fallen Isyla. Perhaps the desert melded her to have that temperance over adversity.
Perhaps she is the opposite of what he perceived-little he knows that it was that patience that Euilaia held that give that enlightened look,the coolness in the winds. "Perhaps where shall we go-" Euilaia gave that serene smile,thinking of Lady Dymphna's words of promise "to whenever the one bring us along-",Euilaia spoke ever so calmly as she gazed at the blistering desert "-after all the one will guide us to the right path-" there she and the prince walked along,uncertainties of tomorrow but nerveless Euilaia do have that vision to find herself and little reason to come to rule.
(This drabble is kinda like Drago’s perspective on her,which he is impressed by her,little he knows that Adil is Euilalia under his nose!)
Drago noticed that patience in his eyes,as he meticulously counted the forces in her mind,that same energy as Caelestra,that serenity amidst the cold stands, as she spoke stargically to the generals who in returned are impressed by the movements,Vincent spoke of this lesson "Still waters under the rain-" he encapsulates that-looking through the papers of Thoreau's mad armies,he is afraid to speak up on Adil's behalf, but she noticed the mayor's nervous gestures, he may rule the stands for years but he seems to soften in the wisdom. "Perhaps you like to contribute on the words sir-" the general stared at Drago,who is at the trance perhaps Aamir's word did came to fruition. He gulped quietly,he should timed his words so perfectly but he could not help but to be impressed by Adil's calmness,he seems to be more intelligent than the young scholars of The Stands,he slowly see him as the Son he could have,however he has to snap that admiration away with his coldness "so what do you suggest-" Drago commanded,he did live up to his name,Adil thought carefully but he seems more open in his ways,perhaps it was his temperance that brought him to that realisation.
Euilaia-Challenged
Euilalia stares coldly at one of the competitors as she cracked her whips back and forth "my what a pretty face, where do you come from princess-" as she tried to break the young girl. Little she knows that she has the fire in her eyes as she chant the spells of the sand,for in the past she is not longer the challenged but the challenger as she smirked by,thinking of every opponent as killing of her mad Cousin Anionetta,that glided idol slowly crumbling to the floor,The crowd cheered at the brutality of throwing off the competition. Long the days in which she would hid away in her fantasy worlds of books and refusing to speak. She is able to defeat the demons of her past,she is even stronger,as she made that commanding move that shocked the crowd and give that small smirk to sweet ignatius,well he is impressed
Adnan-Failure
Adnan should have reverse the clock,Alfonso is perhaps too blind,true she is born out of her Favourite courtesans who by now,having in bed many other unfortunate men. He should have save Euilaia, she is too young and too naive for the world, he tried to seek solace in prayer "Gods Please take care of her-" he could recall his Sister's brave face,her lips chipped by blood for she has that fierce gaze of defiance-not to be afraid by death, after all.
He could do is to hide away his tears of regret,is Alfronso so blind,that his eyes are pricked by the Rose which he loved so much,a prophet's words not taken to heart as he recalled his last days,his face all writhed in agony on that stab wound of a simple hunt,his dream of his own Daughter not holding the heavy crown,he would bleed for the nation and alas he dried it quietly. He should have intervened it earlier,he should have wiped the scales on that sad king's eyes,sometimes favouritism do poison the mind.
Oor- exhaustion
As Oor slowly dipped himself in the baths,his ramord-like figure slowly returned to its relaxed self,for he glanced through that scarred leg,it was perhaps taht his leg would not be amputated unlike the others who screamed in pain. Home seems alien as many seen him as stiff,his arms all sturdy as if ready for a miltary parade and his medals glowing in the Arconian sun,his eyes barely glared at the enlightened courts. He thought of that encounter with one of his old generals Lawrence
"Have you thought of settling down-“,Lawrence spoke,Oor gave that nonchalant answer as usual,after all ladies did not enlightened him,expect for his first love which he grew so weary "could be-“,as he glanced at the ladies at court,all do not have that charm or grace,most fear of the coldness of Oor-he seems armored in the gatherings,revealing little about himself,but he glanced at that playful young lady,her hair bathed with sunlight and eyes that sparkled like the skies,indeed she is ravishing “Cousin Cecily-you know she has took in an another lover-"
“Who-“ Oor spoke quietly,he heard her name but it seems vague. Her face seems delightful,a balm for his exhaustion “She seems to be ludicrous, a lady should be modest not vulgar-"
“Ahh you seem to know the Ganangch’s ways-“ Oor twitched slightly,Lawrence knows of his fellowman’s methods “apparently her past lover is interesting,a king who loved her breasts that she dictate it as a national monument-“ Oor puffed his cheeks,this is ridiculous,her spirit seems untamed like the wild woods of Arcona. “But I heard that her family is searching for a suitable man,for that cousin,perhaps you should woo her old sport-"
Perhaps he is right,he is living too much with the past,he must embrace the light,there that exhaustion came forward ,as he still tried to limp forward“that leg still bugging you-“ Oor has to put in his front again,that unusual calmness,hide the pain. “That should be fine,still a little wobbly despite the medicine the doctor provide-"
Kesver-boundaries
As kesver entered through the hall of heroes,her heart sank, for she has to hide that affair ever so perfectly,that passionate Arconian General,that quiet dream, her eyes widened in horror on seeing her fiancée Isadore "how are you my dear-"
"I am good my dear-",her eyes twitched calmly as she rubbed her palms nervously. She has that nervous smile but he seems so kind "what is wrong my love-" his gentleness rubbed him like the salt in her wound. "You seem to be pale-" As she hear the words of the lilies,she somehow sink into that fantasy that she could save Oor from that damning wars,she could climb the battlegrounds and plucked him from the loud sounds of the bullets,the bloodied corspes,that time in the woods where he would give that kiss,it seems innocent but she seems to be immune,but his quiet tenderness is like the summer breeze as she could embrace quietly with his cold arms.
However his passions is fluttering as the heady aromas of the infamous roses,as she could recall his caress in the woods,inhabited from the gazes,that warm breath still haunted in her mind. Kesver has that awakening- has she crossed the line,she supposed to be faithful to him but Oor has that energy that burns through the woods,he is indeed a tortured soul in solace of her healing. “I should be fine-“ as she glanced at him,he should not know of her secrets,the weather seems more chilly “I am kinda under the weather-"
However Isidore noticed her twitch,she seems to clasping her abdomen tightly “Take care,the weather has been chilly,drink up some-“ as he gave her the tea “It should ease your stomach-“. Perhaps he will never know the affair and he should not.
Note: Then again,an another Oor drabble-in lieu of Rickman’s passing which talks about the affair with one of the lilies,I am trying really hard to write Oor being happy and technically not being terrible to Cecily-but this came out bittersweet which I am fine ,so I am playing with Stay with Me as I write it :)
The gentle breeze,perhaps for he has that memory of the Lands of Aqua Vitae ,an alluring venue,he was a man tracing by the recollections of war,as he was painfully awkward as he enter upon the spas,that steam eased up the old wounds of the heart,as he laid by the tables,soaking up,there he saw of a lady,she seems to dip slowly in the waters,all the flowers seems to cascade at every movement as she swam,the perfume so intoxicating ,one of the soldiers has that small smile “Oor-“,he gave that small smile,he has fallen to her “you know of that girl,isn't she lovely-“,Oor in the calm trance watching the girl swimming by,she was indeed the siren,he would drown by the seas of amorous affections and dreams.
Oor shrugged slightly,it was nothing-but she is indeed a dream “She is-“,his eyes grew dissatisfied,he wanted to know of her,her body,her soul,her eyes. “Come on,let’s go we do not have the time to dilly-dallying-“,he paused slightly,he would look again at her soft body,she was indeed lovely but she saw of an another man-his eyes all stern as he picked the girl up,he could cover the shivering girl,she looked at him-for she was slightly older,that eyes she spoke. His breath is caught,he is indeed in a daydream,there he looked by the states of the lovers,”you know that how you could form an image,you can almost wake-“,there is that wistfulness in his friend’s voice,Oor yearned for that chance,for the statute to be meld into human flesh,he would crumbled by the soft stars that lit the buildings,he has that smile “Oor,you have never been in love aren’t you-"
There he gave that tone of resignation,will she recall his affections,he grew unsure of it. “I am not sure,perhaps I am afraid to be heartbroken-"
“You never know until you find out-“ he looked calmly “But you never know-" “perhaps-" Oor spoke dryly,there he could not forget her,he did not expect to fall into the affairs with the rising lily of the storm.
He was back in his rooms,he looked back at the landscapes-the storms seems to roll by it is not the calming weather in the Lands of Aqua Vitae,the mansions which he lived,perhaps the scars still show,by the resigned expression he tried to kindle his love with Cecily with his detached impressions of love,with his cold kisses,perhaps a possible idea “How are you-“,he tried to give that smile to Cecily who was dangling the necklace with Uther “I am fine sir-“,he tried to recall these words “Perhaps we should have a walk-“,Cecily sighed quietly,as she picked up Uther from the cot.
“Sure-“.
The woods seems to be calm,for Oor he could breathe at last,as she tried to reach for the affection of his wife,with his calm nuzzles as he tried to play with his wide-eyed son,but he know that the staue is frozen,for him he could hold by the pains with the affair
Note: Well I wrote this the other day and the prompt is “What broke your heart” I thought of a simple play could bring back memories and yes Cecily being the widow of war is pretty tough for hers.
To see the play-Castor’s love story-Cecily’s face grew pale at the coda where all ends well,the troupe dance in merriment. A stern boy marrying a strong-willed lady. Being the widow of war,alone in Oor’s dilapidated mansions. The Portraits of him and his family looking coldly at the widows murmur of the dreaded play
Oor’s death for both families but it was an awakening of maturity for Cecily-The Ganagach of Arcona. To escape long periods of loneliness she fly through many affairs from a prince bored from his political affairs to the court jester,her stories of gambling halls and masquerades. All an empty shell when she meets Drago,on a drunken night. Her one night stands with men in the courts are way hollower than the halls of Oor’s mansion she wander every night before bed. Being a widow of war. Perhaps a medal that she did not want to wear,as she seen the players make the final bow for she imagined a reality with Drago,if she id not reject him without fear of her parents,an island on their own where they could enjoy their company away. Her eyes dampen in tears as the curtains closed for it could be a vision what they could have been together if the fates have not let Oor married her.
Note: I actually wanted to write that,so a quick drabble on how my dear Cecily found out that she is married to oor,and yes I do love writing me angsty things XD
Prompt: The worst thing that could happen
Cecily rolled her eyes as she enter the family room,to meet an another bethored husband which her parents desperately wanted to marry. For she knows that they wanted ti tame her wild spirit,so she sulked profusely to see hear new glance-Genral Oor,for his cold eyes of grey,the medals she fiddled perfectly. The limp in his leg which he boasted about a war few years ago,a campagin of lands.
“hello Cousin-” as he cleared his throat with compsure “Or say my bethroed-”
Cecily gre,she knew of the topic that they are talking about. Of course Oor make the first move “so my dear,how is your day-”. There is something uncomforatble about him-he seems more detahced to the real-life of Cecily’s world but a way of the stiff upper lip,to please his parents. more uncomfortable in the situation as she hears the mummurs of her parents and of course the awful aunt Beatrice.
Oor tried his mannerisims to clip the wings of Cecily-as he placed his warm charm “Well as my wife you will feel more fulfied in remembering that we are serving our country,for you and for our children-”. His eyes hold the softness but Cecily has this gut feeling that is all but a .” Her parents came in and with a smile “Well now you shall serve us to be Oor’s wife,to support him ihim in times of battles,to serve and devote to him-”,she thought of Drago,a feeling came to him and hers,a dream now unfulfiled. Though he travels to trade with Auberon,The Wonder of Icarcus-from hearing the stories . The worst thing that could happen-to rot like the aunts and ladies of court,talking endlessy about fashion,gossip,no thoughts of their dreams and aspirations only to be faced in courts.
