#oathvowed

[kingslight-blog1]

                                                                go & WAKE THE KING                                                                           call to arms                                                           for those who KISS THE RING 

[dirusborn-blog]

‘ all the memories that we make will never change. ’

IT’S 2 AM SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD  |  NOT ACCEPTING!

          memories --- everything was a memory these days. never to be cherished in the NOW, always in memory to be a keepsake for when times get rough. it wasn't fair - being so limited with time ; it wasn't fair - being so MORTAL. he vaguely held onto hopes of this damn war ending, getting their homes back, go back to their lives... however, this was all but a fantasy, and silvanus knew better than to hold onto false hope. always the realist -- even when he didn't want to be. maybe if he weren't so goddamn skeptic, he'd be less of a brooding fuck.

          he looks at the galahdan before him and -- etro, those eyes makes him feel as though his throat's been cut. he's at a loss for words, at least for the moment, even when he's wanted to say so many things ; yet... his throat is cut, silenced by the jagged knife that was love and devotion. how was it that nyx could do this to him? make all his brick walls crumble down, exposing him to such raw emotions that made him feel so vulnerable. it was terrible, yet it felt so wonderful all the same ; it was all so overwhelming that he had forgotten to CLOSE his mouth when he had wanted to speak.

          and he looks away, one eye narrowing back to his drink -- simply looking at nyx was too much, too beautiful to look for long periods of time. no, no he can't have me like this --- i'm too broken. yet fate makes him reach for the glaive, course hands so gently caress atop pale fingers, tenderly trace over rough knuckles. these hands were different from the ones silvanus had held back in galahd, but when he brings those hands up to kiss at palms... they bring back memories. they make him ACHE.

          "ever wonder if they should just stay as memories?" he finally says in almost whispered tone, unwilling to look at nyx as he speaks ; his hold of those hands soon fading.

          i love you, he wants to say, so much that it's too much... too much for this lone wolf.

          i love you too much to let you go when i should.

          i love you too much... i love you too much.

          "don't you have KINGSGLAIVE business to get to?"

          too much ; but i'll never give you up.

[pridevowed-archive-blog]

gets dropped off at the front entrance of the kingsglaive training grounds and kisses drautos through the window of the car "thanks for the ride, sir."

@oathvowed​ is going to be Titus’ undoing.

     it’s  DIFFICULT  to hide the dark flush that captures his cheeks. he knows full well how to drive him crazy, from that crooked smirk ( soft at the edges; a gift most personal ), to small gestures like this that make him want to pull him back  &  claim his lips for his very own. A personal trophy, if he would. He can’t. Not here, where forked tongues would hiss hymns of fraternisation amongst the ranks; how the COMMANDER softens --- just a touch --- under his gaze. 

  if only he knew of the DARKNESS that makes its home in his heart. how hatred festers, dripping mind  &  body in a festering ichor. would he still look at him the way he does now if only he knew of his destiny ?  of the steel that courses through his veins, not entirety himself, but not quite them, either ? 

  would he still look upon him, with his eyes full of warmth ?

                  he wouldn’t. 

                         though his heart HAMMERS against his chest, he does not allow himself the false hope that everything could be different. 

         ‘   Untill next time, Ulric.’ 

[nightfallprince-blog]

@oathvowed​ // {Here}

          “Are you enjoying this?” 

Noctis had been failing to hold onto the weapon during the warp for most of the week. ‘Improving’ had been when he held on and slammed his whole body into the solid wall. The prince was not looking forward to tomorrow, when the bruises and pain would have settled in. 

           “...I mean, thanks,” he muttered, realizing his earlier frustrated question was unfair at bet, “I’ll give it another go then?” It was only a half question, hoping Nyx would call the whole thing off even as he readied his blade. 

[pridevowed-archive-blog]

" what the fuck are you doing in the middle of my living room "

          There’s no need for panic, when that living room door creaks open. He’s on his knees, hands caressing over hard chest, fingers running though the dark hair that dusts his flesh. oh how they glide. lips twist into a lopsided smile, fingers dipping into the yellow, greasy substance  &  applying it liberally to dark nips.

                  ‘   I’m giving myself a BUTTER BATH.  ’

[heartxandxhome]

oathvowed replied to your post “I can’t get up…” [ young nyx face down on the floor bc he got Too...”

im cryin thanks MOTHER FOR MY LIFE

<3 I love writing stuff back in Galahd!!!! (though when she says he’ll be cleaning the sick she means she loves him) 

[leorugiet]

oathvowed replied to your post: .

im cr yin he doesn’t have a lion’s roar, he’s got the cute panda sneeze

honestly? it’s one of those sneezes where when he does it the first time ur just like ‘was that a joke? did he actually just fake sneeze??’ and then he does it again and ur like ‘omfg he actually sounds like that’

... you know what? now that I think of it, he never ‘yells’ does he? my url even is lion roar but I don’t think he even raises his voice? he doesn’t yell when he’s fighting and he never gets loud with the characters, his voice is p normal. in fact, he’s kind of quiet at best. who tf gave him ‘the lions roar’ as a title this man is like ‘quite cat noises’ at best.)

[dirusborn-blog]

“ I ache all over ”

WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS...  |  ACCEPTING!              @oathvowed

          “sorry about that.” was his response to the situation, not that he was really sorry, but it was more of a sympathetic gesture to the glaive’s aching, sore body. true, silvanus was sore as well as having bruises in places he never noticed ‘til now, and they’ll only become red marks by the time the day ended. but, what had transpired was worth all the romps and rough housing – sometimes they had moments like these… where they can just let go of the calm composures, the stiffened, straight backs, and the simple neglects of being HUMAN and letting nature take them places where they’ve deprived themselves of.

          and what they had was wonderful. nyx was shy, embarrassed about being like this; a consciousness in reflection of his young. he changed so much, silvanus almost didn’t recognize him – but he would never forget those beautiful eyes, the way he looked at him after so long. it made silvanus’ heart ache more than his body throbbed. but, those are internal memories, he lets them reside within the back of his head when he makes love to that man, lets the knowledge of their differences settle. he will rest his fears and worries, for at least a short while ––– to be tender, vulnerable and close to his love. his true love.

          nyx is wonderful to watch, to kiss, to hold, to make love to. most of their encounters were usually slow, sometimes too quick – but the setting of last night had been something silvanus hadn’t experienced since… he doesn’t even remember when. when hands touch him, and words are spoken, he listens carefully, he pays attention, even with one eye silvanus is more alert than anyone else with the luxuries of two eyes.

          he turns to wrap and arm around ulric’s frame, bringing him closer to press prickly-fused kisses along neck and shoulders. the contact is tender, affectionate – apologetic for being so rough last night. he is rewarded a tired smile, he returns it in kind gesture.

          “coffee?”