#muse:narsus

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Closed starter for @favoritefadedfantasies

Apparently it was one of his inexplicable habits to sneak out from the castle once in a while and slink into a little unknown bar where no one would recognize him and enjoy a cup of wine. 

Narsus found that he rather treasure the few hours he can steal away from the rigmarole life of court, and feel once again how it felt like to be an ordinary merchant hoping for naught but three meals a day.

Amethyst hues drifted suddenly to a redhead seated by the far end of the bar, her gaze steady as if she was focusing on something else in that spacious room – unbidden his interest had raised as he observes her for the next hour, her aura seemingly different from the rest of the people around her.

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closed starter for @yaojii

An ambassador of Pars, sent by King Andragoras himself. The only reason Narsus agreed to go underneath his position and become as low as a page was the mere thought that Andragoras might screw up the meeting with the Princess Hakuei. The Kou Empire is no small push-over, and he is aware of that, though, Andragoras made a huge mistake in misjudging the consequences if the meeting happens to end up with unpleasantries.

The wind seeps in between white cloak as he enters the territory of the Kou Empire, not a single man by his side, for in return for his opposition against opening war with the Kou Empire, Andragoras III had not spared him any men.

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Continued from (x) || @bae-of-the-sea

Instead of reveling over the fact that he’d won the auction, the blond’s face was riddled with haste and urgency. There seemed to be too many people in between Inge and himself, too annoyingly in his way to get to the water demon as quickly as possible. He couldn’t believe, at first, that the man being sold on the stage was once the same man who shared his childhood.

Narsus hadn’t seen him in years.

He watches in horror as Inge swayed, eyelids flickering, and one more soft push the demon was alarmingly falling from the stage. Narsus lunges forward, wrapping his arms around the brunette’s waist before he could hit the ground, eyes wide with disbelief. 

“Ingewar, is that truly you? Why were you here?” he asks, the amount of concern bare in his voice, though he regretted immediately, thinking that he shouldn’t demand explanations from him right now. They had to get away from here. 

“We’ll be home, soon. I’m getting you there.” he heaves the almost unconscious man onto his back, walking off indefinitely, ignoring the auctioneer’s protest for his change. At this moment he would not bother with money. “Stay with me.”

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Narsus

N - nonchalant (displaying calm & laid back) A - adolescent (immature; for Narsus, at times) S - satiric (Narsus has a somewhat sarcastic nature) U - unbound (he does not like to be controlled) S - sassy

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