“You could have done more, why didn’t you do more?” Feels like a very Clandestine type of sentence. :3c
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it rlly does!! and i've been thinking about it thru out work and i finally came up with the pairing for this ᕕ(⌐■_■)ᕗ ♪♬
"Heeey... I'm just gonna get on out of here now."
"Wait, Eevee!"
He didn't stick around. Didn't want to. Not when it was becoming increasingly clear that they were going to be left to their own devices ——— the lingering threat of unspoken words and thoughts wanting to be voiced hovering in the air like a looming storm cloud. Brent had wanted to talk to him, about something, but Sophist didn't want to have a part of it. Finding some abandoned quarters, the sorcerer immediately ducked into it, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. It felt too hasty for his liking. Not even months ago was the king in his own land, holding a blade up to his neck after Brent had been told of the angel's condition.
Now? He's wanting to talk about something. What could there possibly be to bring attention to? Sophist wouldn't want to face the great and vast unknown head-on, despite his own unpredictable presence that gave no indication on how the tides will turn.
Not yet, chimed the voice at the back of his head. The calm before the storm, he would call it. He just isn't sure why it sounded similar to the king himself.
Either him...or Vernias...or...
That's when Sophist brought his head up. A twitch of his nose, then a scoff came from him. "You reek, by the way. I can smell you from all the way over here."
He saw strange movement along the bed. Someone unseen shifted within the air that he could see the small area distort and waver. Then, it colored into the shape of orange and white where the prince reverted back to becoming visible. "Fuck off, Bofist. I just thought you were one of the guards or something." Sophist rolled his eyes before taking a few steps forward. "What, you're hiding from them? Not wanting to join in with the festivities that are still going on a week in?"
"Why are you even here, then if you have a problem with it?"
"Well. Maybe I just wanna have a change of pace! It's not every day I get invited to a party like this. It makes me feel like I actually have friends!"
Silence filled the room, the joke ( if one could even label it as such ) clearly so piss poor that it fell flat on its face.
Unable to think of a rebuttal, Nick got up from the bed to go over to balcony, opened to view the wondrous sight of the ocean. The minute the scent of sea salt wafted up to his nose, brown eyes closed and there is a deep inhale. A much needed refresher for his lungs, and to bring in a pleasant chill that settled comfortably in his veins. The prince hadn't minded the fact that his back is turned towards the very person that many would have warned others about.
"Overwhelmed?" came Nick's rumbling question. He could hear footsteps behind him, then rounding around to settle next to him. They could hear the waves in the distance, crashing against the jagged rocks, and the seagulls crying out in joy as they flew around the castle. A purple hat sat between them and it took everything in Nick to refrain from turning to face the sorcerer.
"Yeah."
"Hmm."
They stood there in silence, neither comfortable or awkward. It's rather nice when it didn't feel like either or. The familiarity of it made Nick relax despite himself. "So..." The prince wets his lips, anticipating some form of conflict or retaliation as he pondered his next set of words. "....Are you amicable with them? Brent and Vern?"
Rather than whatever he had thought, Nick's surprised to hear the heavy sigh. Weighted. Unsure. "No. I mean... I don't know. What Vernias has done to make me angry at him... You know what sort of power I have, Nick."
"I know."
"And yet you're here, talking normally to me as if I didn't nearly kill your best friend."
"You favor to speak with Brent, then? I'm sure that conversation would have been better than--"
He went still. Nick hadn't missed the way Sophist's shadow seemingly moved on its own ——— a twist of the head, followed by some gnarled reflection that would have fit a monster's form than Sophist's human one. Brown eyes blinked. The shadow returned to normal. Nick frowned, finally bringing his gaze over at the other man.
Sophist wasn't returning his own magenta one.
"Sorry."
Now that silence began to teeter towards discomfort. An unpleasant feeling attempted to burrow under the prince's skin, threatening to make him pull away from the topic at hand and perhaps the regent entirely. Fortune may have blessed the prince, but even that would pale to the wrath of a destructive force that displaces both logic and reasoning. "...What did you mean that I smell? I don't smell anything myself," Nick asks instead, curiosity shown on his handsome features.
To his credit, there was a semblance of a chuckle from Sophist; the kind where he exhales through his nose. "Not a physical scent. Like one bestowed by some magical being that wants to scent its property or claim something as its own."
Nick blinked. That chill from before now felt sharp; it pierced through as though someone thrust a blade within him.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Was it that dragon?"
When Nick didn't answer, Sophist turned to him this time, a brow raised. "Wait..."
"Don't. Just...Just drop it."
"...I could have killed it."
Nick's eyes immediately snapped towards him, his expression ( and the shadow over it ) unreadable to the sorcerer. All he gave was a sardonic grin, now leaning against the stone railing. "So you do know it! Here I thought the prince of Lyros has more enemies than allies with the way you talk nonsense. You have a dragon at your beck and call?? How in the--"
"Sophist. Can I remind you that that thing was about to kill us?" Here, his tone grew irate, sharper than what Sophist intended to elicit so his grin faltered. "Me, Brent, and Vernias... And possibly my kingdom as well! Don't talk about this like I got a secret weapon or something. He isn't like that..." Nick trailed off, his jaw going slack upon his mistake but just as he averted his gaze to stare out into the ocean, the regent took a step closer. Hesitant, but intrigued.
"...He?"
Nick stared down at his hands, witnessing fortune dancing along his fingertips as golden flecks of light. For a brief second, red stained at his hands ——— completely soaked and drenched that it dripped from them as thick, disgusting strings. The prince blinked. Gone...
Like...
Nick's lips trembled. He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, leaning on the railing with his elbows anchored to the stone. "I fucked up." The ocean crashes its waves against the rocks once more with a gull crying above them. "I fucked up where I could have... I should have just..." Sophist had seemingly moved a tad closer, their sides almost touching, yet he continued his intense gaze down at the prince. Something gleamed within his eyes, a hint of blue green that mixed into grey before disappearing into faint streaks.
The prince continued after a shuddering sigh, "I feel like I've made things worse now. All because I got... No, not greedy. Just...Just very curious. Fascinated..." A hardening lump arose within his throat and no matter how many times he swallowed, it hadn't sank into the depths of his chest. Nick could taste the acidity of these feelings, how he could see those eyes peering into his very soul.
His eyes.
How they looked up at him like...
The red that stained his hands were seen dripping from parted lips. A question of why he had done it.
go away. go away. go the fuck away. i know i fucked up but....
"Why..." At Sophist's lingering silence, Nick brought his eyes up and straightened his posture until they are face to face. His expression mirrored on the sorcerer's handsome features as the wind blew around them and towards the thunderous waves. "Like you said, you could have done more. Why didn't you do more?"
All Nick could see is a shattered mirror; Sophist could pick up the pieces if he wanted to, but all it would do is reflect what was around him with missing spots and jagged edges. He's certain the sorcerer knew of this. Why else would he be around them if he supposedly harbored any malice or animosity towards them? In the wind, his purple cape fluttered towards the prince. It beckoned to him.
"...I'm sorry."
Those words are forever lost within the wind. It stole them right from frowning lips and a heavy heart into the horizon alongside the seagulls and sun.
not a request so much as its an... imagine? me spitballing? but for the deity au, maybe reader/you wander into sun and moons temple at night- could be for whatever reason- maybe you need help with sleep? but you find the temple empty, and in the low light of your lantern, you notice how... run down, the temple looks, inside. You weren't getting much sleep tonight anyway, so you roll up your hypothetical sleeves and start trying to tidy up the place a little. There's only so much you can do because, you know, its a big temple and you're a tiny human and all, but you do your best with what you can reach.
Morning eventually rolls around, and when Moon decides to wander back into the temple to let sun take over, they find you- passed out in a corner or on a step somewhere- maybe surrounded by cleaning supplies or a cloth or something, but it doesn't take too much time for them to put two and two twogether.
it's funny, in their own roundabout kinda way, moon actually did help you with your sleeping problem ;3c
this is only like, the first second of animation lmfao. Trying not to overwork myself but I'd like to have more main story posts up before the end of the year omg. I am working a bit faster though as I figure things out so :)
