#silenttking

[royaltresses]

@silenttking

As a young 𝒬𝒰𝐸𝐸𝒩-𝒯𝒪-𝐵𝐸, freshly betrothed to a boy she’d never met, the redheaded royal made the decision to reclaim the slightest bit of agency left in a life that had never been hers to choose -- she was going to meet the mysterious prince all but his parents were forbidden to encounter.  With or without official permission.  Curiosity & defiance made a stunning combination for a young teen. 

There had been a physical barrier separating them, coupled with the fact that she knew nothing but rumors about him... Still, sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ. Medusa saw an opportunity and took it. And in doing so, an understanding between them formed. Growing into 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄.

𝙉𝙤𝙬.   The simpler times of adolescence long lost to the years behind them. Too many counts of 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘍𝘌 and 𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘜𝘔𝘈 -- stemming from external forces and within their own marriage. 

Like their 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶, there was a barrier between them -- only now, tempered glass was nothing compared to the 𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇 that stood erected, borne out of her every negativity associated with the former king. Lingering 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 over his past actions. 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓 over whether she truly knew the man she’d pledged her lifelong companionship to. 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 of permitting him too close to hurt her all over again.

Yet there were still the embers of 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 among the ashes of their mangled relationship. For her, that was reason enough to hint requesting advice from female associates. ( To outright ask for relationship aid? 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙. )

And once again -- like their 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 -- she made the choice to sᴇᴇᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ.

“Blackagar.”   Not ‘husband’. Not ʏᴇᴛ.   “If you are available tomorrow, would you care to partake in...”  ( How did she feel this self-conscious of all times? In front of the man who’d seen all sorts of vulnerabilities from her? )  Medusa exhaled, regaining the famed self-control of a monarch.  “...A 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 that human couples do?”

[elmntl]

         there’s  always  something.  if  she  put  her  mind  to  it ,  she’s  sure  she  could  track  their  lives  though  a  long  string  of  unpleasant  somethings                     loss ,  grief ,  endless  wandering.  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐈𝐓  𝐀𝐋𝐋 ,  two  steady  shoulders  bearing  the  load.  𝙰𝚃𝙻𝙰𝚂 ,  carrying  their  world  upon  his  shoulders.         ❝  i  never  thought  to  thank  you...   ❞        she  breaks  the  silence  with  a  whisper ,  her  words  feel  to  heavy  to  be  spoken  any  louder.         ❝   but  this  ;  none  of  this  can  have  been  easy.   ❞             

sc:   @silenttking

[arcitechs-archive]

@silenttking​ : arc one starter . 

“ WHAT’S WITH THE SILENT TREATMENT ? ”     red and metal sing as he stands at full height . his sensors are running scans on this EVIDENTLY POWERED being dressed in black , who could shatter worlds with the sound of his voice . “ BLACKBOLT , king of the inhumans . i studied you , you know . or well , looked you up on the SHIELD files i hacked into but po-tay-toe / po-tah-toe . ”

“ you wanna tell me what you’re doing here , bb ? ”

[traumaturgic]

----------- 🔮 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 (𝟏) 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘 ˎ ˊ ˗

' IT'S LESS ME NEEDING THE HELP THAN   it is being cautious. I don't know you. And neither does anyone else, apparently. '

Brows rise. He regards the other with an even stare, although magic alights from his fingertips as shields arrange themselves by will. He isn't going to attack. Not yet. But he does have a dimension to protect, after all.

' Look. I'd be grateful, but Dormamu is kind of a big deal. I need people I can trust if I'm going to go back there. ' // @silenttking

[trickshxt]

@silenttking​ / from here!

there would always be a part of him that ached when he signed. a reminder of moments spent in a variety of silences. good moments. regretted ones. silences that dragged on and were nothing at all. all punctuated not by noise but by the movement of hands and fingers in spaces meant for nothing. creating something remarkable.

his brain halted for a moment, as it always did when he went too long without practice. a bite at the inside of his cheek and it came back just as fast. a spark of something not unlike the one that started him on this encounter. < Yes. You new here? What bring here you? >

[royaltresses]

Cries in front of. / i mean u did set urself up for this

@silenttking | 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 @ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 [ accepting ! ]

In all her years by his side, Medusa knew this fact: the man she used to call husband did ɴᴏᴛ weep easily. Even when 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙳𝚈 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙳𝚈 befell them – not at his parents’ funeral, not when their only child was ripped away from them, and neither when their former great city was 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘋 into nothing more than memory & broken remnants. Of his doing, but still.

Tears meant 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘, and no monarch was afforded such a luxury.

That had been ingrained in him, in them both, as part of their grooming as future leaders. Though the redheaded queen had always been freer with her outbursts displays of emotion, tears were only allowed to flow without repression behind closed doors. For her sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴋɪɴɢ​? Not even then. It’d intrigued her, puzzled her once during their royal marriage, how he would reject one of the few ways of letting loose & expressing pain without the need to make a sound.

But he was a Kɪɴɢ no more. Did that affect his choice of permitting glossy eyes to greet her as she arrived? Was the ℂℝ𝕆𝕎ℕ all that had kept that dam firmly intact? And only with its removal coupled with a 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝙎𝙀𝙋𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 between them – she was sick with worry that he might not return alive – did she get to witness those rare crystal droplets trickling down the face she dreamt of at nights long passed?

Medusa knew this fact: her king husband soulmate did not weep easily. But today, this moment, he was shedding 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓳𝓸𝔂 just by having her in his arms again.

And without wiping away the watery showcase of the depths of his love, the Queen opted to press her lips against the salted cheek. A wordless gesture of acknowledgement, and more importantly, appreciation for Black Bolt’s more vulnerable self.