#royaltyindreams

[notfitforaqueen]

The reason why Dream Prince hasn't been active. 

[feroyal]

"What!?"

Send me a “What?!” for my character’s reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character’s pants.

For a moment, the elemental would let him continue yet he knew it was wrong. The prince had no memory of him or their relationship. Flame Prince pulled the weaver's hand away before he even could slip it into his shorts. "Stop."

[askalek]

Caught in a Dream || royaltyindreams

“Thought you got away, huh?”

Caligo cringed away from the voice, but a hand on the back of his neck stopped him from moving too far. Apparently feeling his movement, the demon who had spoken laughed.

“No one gets away from the Queen,” came a voice from his other side, this demon having a hold on his shoulder. His arms were tied behind his back, and he knew he couldn’t get out. He had tried earlier… Or, he thought he had at least, though he couldn’t quite remember it. Nor could he remember how he got here…

Before he could think any further on that topic, he was shoved down into a chair which he hadn’t noticed before. The hallway had turned into a dark room, and the guards vanished. Instead, a figure walked towards him. It was much taller than he would have been standing up, and it brought with it a feeling of being unable to breathe, like something was pressing down on his chest and the air had suddenly turned into sand.

He tried to push himself backwards, back to where he could breathe, but suddenly the demon stood directly in front of him.

She grinned, and he heard himself sob. All the memories of the time he’d spent here, the days lost in an illusion with his mind in her control, unable to do anything except sit and wait for the darkness to come get him—

“I believe you have something we want.”

Terrified, he managed to get out, “No, no I don’t have anything you want. I haven’t done anything wrong. I’ve been hiding for the past twenty years, I just want to—” He cut off when he saw blurring around the edges of his vision, the signal that she was already getting into his mind. “I-I don’t know what you want! I, fine, I killed another demon, I’m working with a weapon, I never thought it would lead to this. I didn’t think you’d care. None of them were important, I’d been starving myself of souls for years…”

As he trailed off, his vision returned to normal. He let out a shaky breath, knowing it couldn’t be over so quickly, but hoping it would be anyway. He’d go back to jail, he’d die if he had to, he just didn't want to go back into that illusion.

The Queen did not look happy, however, and he braced himself for what was to come.

“Fine, if you won’t tell me under threat of that, we’ll just have to change tactics.” She grinned again, and he felt his heart sink.

Before he could even guess what she thought might be worse than what she had planned, he heard a voice.

“Caligo, vhere am Hy?!”

“No,” he breathed, looking off to where the voice came from. She sounded panicked, and for good reason. He knew she could feel his emotions over the bond, and he had already felt like he was going to throw up from fear before they had to add her into this. “Krigar didn’t do anything, she won’t know what you’re looking for,” he argued, knowing that it wouldn’t matter. She was here because of him, and he had no idea what they wanted him for. If he knew, he’d confess to it on the spot, even if it wasn’t true.

Knowing how he felt, the Queen laughed. “Now will you tell me?”

“I don’t know what you want!”

“Guards!”

A second after the command, the two demons who had walked him in here came in with Krigar and pushed her onto the ground. She immediately turned to attack once they let go, and Caligo flinched when one of the guards kicked her back. The whole place was set up to block powers of all except those with authorization, but Krigar wouldn’t have known that, so she’d ended up simply swatting his arm, instead of slicing it off.

 He tried to run towards her, to try to save her, but he couldn’t get through an invisible barrier between them. Watching in horror, he saw the guards start for her.

[spookyspiritking-archive]

??? /becausewhythehellnot

Put a "???" In my ask for my muses reaction to yours asking mine out.

"Well, you are certainly cute." The demon purred with a cat like grin. "I don't think i'd be opposed to that." 

[feroyal]

For this lovely lady right here because she hasn't had a few good days. uvu

[feroyal]

His pained eyes glanced away from the wound. How could he look at his mistakes. "I know. I know. I've known since..."he couldn't say it. He didn't want to. "Please.. I-" how were he to ask forgivness if even he didn't believe it's deserving?

Ignitus's mind cleared. Everything set back the way it should be. A little dizzy from the abrupt swap. His vision cleared and the first thing he saw was the weaver's charred face. Pain ebbed his shoulder for the first time. He nearly passed out from the sight of his own blood. 

Tearing his gaze from his own wound, he reached out hesitantly, tears brimming in his eyes. "C-Chris- Wh-what h-happened-?" He asked shakily. "D-Did- I-I- do... t-that to y-you?" 

The elemental knew anything could happen within the 'scape. Chris always told him repeatedly. And like that, the weaver's burns began to slowly disappear. "I-I'm s-so s-sorry-"

[feroyal]

"Ignitus?" Chris wimpered stepping in the realm of the elemental. Fingers trailing to his face,"I don't know why I did what I did but,"crushed by regret weighing his conscious, he tried to speak through the tears,"I never want that to happen again.."

"Oh, you did everything. You gave proof of what a worthless protector of dreams you are." He taunted. He gestured to the bleeding wound on his shoulder. 

[feroyal]

The fire blasted him, bursting throughout the air and catching all over his face. Burning through his clothes, his flesh, the prince found the scolding ash flaking away from his form dazzling. "Ah yes, your kind only destroy, don't they? Mine created dreams filled with joy. Disgusting in the least, but they at least left behind something worth knowing," flesh dripping, face disfigured, he rebounded with a blast of pulsing cosmos, "Unlike yours where everyone just wants to see you all die!"

Internally, his reversed self- the real Ignitus- was screaming at himself to stop. The magic still ran through his veins, scrambled his beliefs and who he trusted and loved. "I can assure you this dream is nothing of joy. You're doing the opposite of what your people do." 

Ignitus took the blow on his shoulder. Pain seared through his body, hot blood gushing out from the impact. "Yours are already dead!" He screamed. The black clouds edging closer, the colors around them dimming.