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Four ships for Ruby! Featuring characters from @messymusehub @cosmicnexus @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins and @mageshot
@mageshot pick him up like a cat
Aluin bites. But maybe it's affectionate?
😘😘😘😘 free kissies for whoever wants them // @lunarscaled
There’s never been a balm for his chapped lips. He learned young there were too little remedies for his ailments, from the most grave to the simplest annoyance. In the moment, the prince thinks he’s sorry, sorry his lips will bleed against heirs. Spindly fingers dance without rhythm in the air, as if he could expect help in such affairs.
Had he ever seen kissing before? It’s such a dull kingdom, his home, not like where they hail from. Lyric must have seen their parents kissing -- the knights love each other. Lothric can’t recall having seen such affection before, yet he’s been thrown into this act headlong.
He extricates himself from the web, sure he’s only sport, half-adored and mostly teased. Clawed digits trace the shape of his thin, pallid lips.
So that’s how it is.
“Not only do I question your taste,” he rasped, “I deny its existence entirely.” A pause. “You’re a horrid kisser.”
@mageshot said: they are avoiding they don't wanna be the person to get in the Queen's way
A shame, truly. They were always a curious individual. At least they knew to stay out of his way. Most couldn’t (or wouldn’t) take a blatant hint let alone a verbal warning.
@pcrdiseseekers said: yuu avoids because he's not kneeling @magiclcss said: avoiding, sorry queen not today 😂
So long as you’re out of his way rather than spewing ceaseless complaints. But do remember, someday you’ll have to kneel. It’s only inevitable.
@mageshot ∕ ☠️
They’ve been sitting like that for a while, now. Hell, anyone with a brain would know, instantly, that something was wrong.
He doesn’t say anything at first, though, because... well, experience. A few tries in the past has since led him to the conclusion that, with Lyric? It wasn’t in either of their best interests if he wanted (and, usually, he doesn’t care because his wants and needs matter the most, anyway.) to tackle it head-on, no matter how much the truth of that made him want to crinkle his nose up in disgust.
At first, he’s casual in how he sauntered up behind them, taking note of slouched posture. Even someone with zero empathy, he thinks, would notice that they’re absolutely fucking miserable.
“... Hey.”
His tone’s soft, if a little hoarse from earlier-- who knew that screaming, “YOU CAN RUN ALL YA LIKE, BUT YER STILL DEAD!” while cackling like an absolute maniac while also running would take so much out of you? Not him!
Christoph doesn’t take the lack of response personally. Instead, he just takes it further as invitation.
Approaching from behind, he strolls to their side and carelessly plops himself down next to them in a gargoyle-like sit. Turning towards them, he tried for a lazy grin (something they’re used to seeing from him.) and raised a hand to precariously touch them just a few inches below the nape of their neck before laying his palm down in an attempt of a comforting rub.
“Ya did what ya had to, y’know?”
He knows it doesn’t help much.
“They were assholes.”
↳ @mageshot wrote : ❝ there was no place for me to return to . this was the only place i could go . ❞
prompted / closed .
humans are so infuriatingly delicate . ’twas the reason for which his mother so thoughtfully warned him about entwining himself too intimately with a member of the species , why she had dedicated what likely totals to hours detailing all she knew of their nature before her son was set to venture out & coexist with the peculiar species under the advice of the elders pertaining to his quest to achieve his final tail . & though he makes a point to listen carefully to his mother whenever she bestows glimmers of wisdom unto him , kakyoin would be untruthful were he to claim that , in that moment , he felt as though the content of her adjuration concerned him much at all ; he’d never be close enough to a human for their innate fragility to render him fearful of anything , right ??
foxfire crackles at the hearth of a lantern , casting a calming aureate glow against the angry red of the wound . kakyoin has not uttered a single word to lyric since he found them dragging themself through his mother’s garden , their trousers blotched with crumbling cakes of dirt aggregated with blood ——— not an inquiry toward their well - being , not a question regarding the events that had instigated their state of injury ; he only silently , forcefully , took them by the wrist & dragged them into his mother’s tea room . thankfully , the matriarch is fast asleep in her chamber , & despite her heightened senses , once she falls into deep enough a slumber , she could likely lie at rest during a tsunami .
he does not doubt that lyric senses his ire : he is doing very little to conceal it . perhaps he should handle the wound he is treating a bit more delicately instead of practically yanking his friends arm to & fro , but he cannot so much as hope to keep his choler at bay any more than he already is in not berating them with every morsel of his fiery spirit . both parties had been silent up to this point ; lyric starts to say something before kakyoin can shoot them a glare sharp enough to slice their tongue to ribbons , the other appearing to have taken advantage of a moment wherein the yokai pointed his face away from them to locate the roll of bandages . they are answered at first by only a miffed breath as the fox spirit begins to sheathe the sterilized bite - wound in clean , pristine ivory .
“ as if that makes this any better , ” he finally utters , voice a brandished knife . “ i’ve told you not to come here unless i’m there to escort you . you may think you’re too smart , too discerning , too willful to fall victim to the charms of my kind , but the reality is that no human is . not without the help of something other than . ” the ethereal lineaments of the kitsune’s face harden with frustration , an expression that looks almost unnatural to a creature so renowned for its serene beauty . even so , his heart is far from hardened . he feels for lyric’s predicament , aches to have encountered them a stride away from death’s doorstep . that is why he is so angry .
wetness threatens to gather in the ducts of his eyes , but he remains steadfast in blinking it away . he cannot direct his fury toward his fellow kitsune , for she only sought to behave in a way demanded by her nature . verily , he cannot truthfully pin it to lyric , either , for they said it themself : they had nowhere else to go . thus , he can only be angry with himself ; he should have known better than to think that lyric wouldn’t come back when the winds of their travels had changed course ——— he should have been more vigilant , should have taken it upon himself to meet them upon their return , whatever it took . the guilt coils at his core , & he lowers his head against the mangled muscle of their arm , the red waves of his hair cascading down the bone - white bandage as if he is bleeding onto it .
“ what do you suppose i might have done if you weren’t able to escape to me in time ?? ” he questions , the tight suspension of hot tears causing his sockets to ache . “ your flesh , your bone , your soul devoured without a trace ——— leaving me to discover the horrors of your final moments , which occurred within walking distance of where i was wandering my mother’s garden at night . i would bear that grief into every new millennium . ” the grip of clawed hands on the tanned skin of their arm tightens ; enough to break skin , but leaving blood undrawn .
“ if ever there is a next time you find yourself alone at the torii separating our world & yours , call for me as loud as you can . i will come to you , i swear it . ”
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- “You’re wondering a bit too far, don’t you think?” Above they stood, their looming shadow swallowing the other from the moonlight above them. Dio remains porched upon the tallest of trees, yet his voice still managed to be in ear shot of the other. [ They certainly did hate having to repeat themselves. ] A glass of wine was swirled near Dio’s lips as they lightly smirk. “What brings you out so late at night?”