#shinyarmored

[voltronprincess]

@shinyarmored

With Rayla distracting the dark sorceress, Allura had cornered the armor clad young man whom accompanied the raven haired human. His attire bore the crest of the young princes’ kingdom, but that didn’t mean they were allies. 

“Who are you? Why are you following us?!”

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@shinyarmored // soren.

     “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to break dad out.”

     “Before you even think about it. Listen—” Soren grasps her shoulders lightly. Making her turn around to face him, “Look at you, you’re in no condition to go on a rescue mission. Not like this. We’ll figure something out. Eventually. Right now and I hate to say it, we must hide.”

      No doubt, The Crownsguard were expecting them back at Katolis. They might question them about their mission.       “I also have broken ribs, so there’s that.”

      “But if we can’t go back, where are we going to?” First words do not argue his logic; Soren has the right of it this time. If he seems to be recovering, there’s still quite a long way to go before he’ll be healthy again. Perhaps she could do it alone, yet truth be told, there is some relief to be found in postponing return, even if Claudia cannot avoid guilt at leaving father behind. Missions, official and otherwise, had all failed; she had made the choice he had told her not to do, he had ordered Soren to kill their friends.

      How would she face him, after all of that?

      “I’m fine, though. I could come back for him once we find somewhere safe for you to stay.” Soren isn’t wrong about her not being in her best shape, truthfully; that spell had costed her more than a single strand of white hair. Nevertheless, offer is made casually enough in spite of hesitance felt. Claudia doesn’t want to do this without her brother, not really. “And then we go back to where you’ll be. It could work.”

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Con from x @shinyarmored 

    Chained down in the dungeon, Viren was no longer a threat to anyone; anyone beside his children. His tongue still was capable of cutting them like a blade; one he wasn't afraid to use to point out dis disappointment. 

    What were Soren thinking would happen, if his father would find out about the failed mission? What were Viren thinking, when he gave his son such an important task? He should have known better; should have known that he was too soft, too good hearted, too much like his mother. Seeing her in him; in both his children; pained him. All the years of training and strictness had only broken the young soldier to such a little degree in the mage’s point of view, that It never could have been enough for the purpose Viren had wanted to give him. 

    Soren’s smart heart was what his father had underestimated. It saw right through the problem Viren had confronted it with, no matter how much he had tried to poison and corrupt it. Now Viren had to live with the consequences of his doing, with the outcome of his manipulation and mental abuse. It was the lost of Soren’s trust and respect. A loss, that shouldn't have surprised him, but one that still did hurt in some way and left him hopeless. 

    That's why he also couldn't look at the young man in front of him as he apologized. “I should have. I was a fool, trusting you with this. And I am sorry too; sorry I didn't raised you differently. Maybe then you would have come to be the son I needed and not the one I deserve.” It were harsh words that were witness of his unforgiveness. 

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Runaan moved out of the way easily enough. The blond he had fought in the palace was injured badly, it was amazing he was moving at all and could even lift his clumsy human sword.

“You were better last time, this... is pathetic, aren’t you the son of that dark mage? Wheres your magic.”

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@shinyarmored — 💜 for a §STARTER§

Sitting at her brother’s bedside in the castle infirmary, Claudia found herself wringing her hands nonstop. Soren was better, but they had wanted to be sure he had no lasting damage once they had returned to Katolis. But that’s not what was making her a nervous wreck. The news of their father being imprisoned for treason had made her blood run cold.  This couldn’t be happening to them.            “Sor-bear, what are we supposed to do?” 

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     ❛ ah , you must be soren , please . ❜ there is not much aaravos can do , in a kingdom like this . to make himself familiar with those of the castle is a notion he can only hope is mutual , and viren’s son is no exception . an elf , a star elf , no less , is not a likely man to find locked in a tower , yet here he stands . hand motions the boy closer , humming a certain delight as dark lips quirk in an easy smile . ❛ i promise to not bite , or anything of that nature , i’d simply like to talk . ❜

                                                    @shinyarmored   ♡’d .

[youareaservant]

@shinyarmored

    “What is this…?”

Before he can touch—whatever it was. His father had swooped in and slapped his hand away making his son yelp. He took his hand back, rubbing it gently where his father smacked it. It must be important, if his father doesn’t want him touching. Maybe, valuable.

Though, Soren had a reputation for breaking his families stuff or anyone’s in general.

“Is it one of you magic thingies?”

“That is an extremely delicate ritual component,” he said, carefully lifting the dish the crystal was resting atop. “They were used in a number of early dark magic enchantments, though they’ve grown quite rare with time. Primarily due to the fact that if you touch them,” he paused pointedly, scowling, “with your bare hands, they disintegrate on contact. It took some time for us to find an effective means to harvest them.”

“Further, I believe I have told you to not touch things in my study.” 

[drekisouled]

@shinyarmored || starter call!

    “This is going to sound... way too much like my DAD, which is why I’m BATTLING with myself here on whether or not to say it, but--” His voice trailed off into the quiet murmur of their surroundings, and Hiccup wandered those next steps closer to deposit the weapons wrapped NEATLY in his arms. He brushed his hands down the front of his trousers, then regarded the swordsman with an inquisitive cant of his head. “Don’t you think--I dunno--that eating THAT many sweets at once might... not go over so well?”