Note: So I have this idea a while back with my Red Thread universe,so I chose Susanoo and that prompt from @teashopwriting,as he is the god of storms and seas,and he is kinda portrayed both a hero and an outcast,so it is my little exploration on how the Japanese gods cope with the world filled with cynicism which is fun. BTW for food reference,the ramen I am refering to Kyushu as it has a more Pork based ramen which it is why it is cloudy and Tokyo's style is more clear and soy sauce based (Personally I love Hokkaido Ramen)
Grey clouds surrounded the buildings,no surprise he is often the black sheep of the gods,walking through quietly if not suddenly,as he grab his coat,seems that the faces are blank,all with the dull glow of the phones and the quiet mutter,seems he is stirring the clouds like the cloudiness of the ramen soup,the stall keeper know of his usual order,as he followed the cues of him. The steam of the ramen seems enticing to that old god. Does he even know that there are gods,like the vapours of the wind,following back and forth with the tides of change? Susanoo gave that subtle nod and slowly he passed him that bowl,the egg still wobbly and the aromas hit him quietly. It is strange that a stall would serve Kyushu ramen,shades of grey swirled the soup,black garlic bits littered the cloudy soup,as he slurped rather indiscreetly,hearing the thunderstorms come in,with the other businessmen laughing loudly with the camaraderie of drinks and the random gizzards of chicken and duck.
As he is slowly slurping his noodles,he saw a businessman as wild as the storms,his eyes downcast as he held his papers of rejection,he gestured quietly "Two rounds of beer-",he could see the regrets and the piping hot ramen passing through the sidelines,his slurps seems paced and calm unlike the frantic man "are you alright?-“,seeing him slobbering through the drinks,he remained stoic in his actions “It is nothing-"
Usually, the gods would not intervene,but Sussano cannot help but to pity the man,he is not like his divine sister,hell she hated him for her rudeness and killing Uke-Mochi out of rudeness,but humanity is rather a strange phenomenon. The businessman spoke roughly to that wary stranger “Did you think it was alright-“ as he slurped noisily,tears slobbering by,his mask of stoic “Perhaps they do abandon me, I am the slave of existence-“ Susanoo twitched slightly,lost without words-true he is not calm as ,as he continued eating the ramen,he seems to shout a curse to the gods,though it is true that humanity can be shattered,as he tipped the stall owner,the clouds seems to pour in his pavements,he slowly faded away amidst the fading lights,all the puddles shattered like that cloudy bowl of ramen.
Note: So some short drabbles for tonight with @teashopwriting ,one which I have for ages based on a fairytale spin of Henry Tudor and Elizabeth of York who incidentally have the book called the Winter king,so it is somehow leaking into the sleeping prince story and my original intent with the ghost kings in Redhill 2035
The Winter King (A fairytale idea,based of Elizabeth of York and Henry Tudor)
Once upon a time,a king birthed from the snow wander to the world,his judgement as cold as the winters that beseech his veins,servants made of ice followed the king's lead,the lands he touched,all frozen and barren as his wandering heart. For the winter king is a lonely man,a servant of cold,the prince of discord and chaos. He recalls faint cheers of his people,on his mighty deed of tearing a giant down,he was their hero,their champion,their victor. However the cheers prove callous,his heart grew frost in memories which he dwells in,for he was considered cold and callous.
It was until he met spring,she was beautiful,yes, she defrosted him. Every time he walks the ground,the earth would wither but for her she bloom roses,it warmed the heart of the winter king. Spring and winter. For they bloomed a child,his hair of auburn and eyes of sparkling blue,walked through winter and spring,for they are the light and joy of their lives,alas the child passed,buried with the forests weep for the dead child. Perhaps nature judged itself by the stars and the sky,the king once warmed by Spring's embrace now became cold as the winter. She do grieve until she became winter herself,she crumbled into the dust,for the Winter King grew darker,and by his judgement,banish all of Spring's life forces and become the spirit of plague and destruction,with a few memories and vignettes,a harbinger,villagers spoke of the winter king's grip on young children and fair maidens who bloomed in the spring to satisfy his loneliness.
Perhaps that is what Niamh thought when she saw the armies of Mordred,a reincarnation of the legend,she shivered at the sight of Mordred,waiting for its next victim,for she was blooming in the spring. She spoke little but to bow down to the new king."His majesty-" Niamh spoke firmly,Mordred's gaze seems to be indifferent,a winter king in a young man,his heart seems to beat louder and the pungent smell of the woods surround him. His knights glanced indifferently to Niamh,for he passed through like the legends.
Ghost Kings and Ishkhadar-Redhill 2035
As Ishkhadar nearly fall asleep,he dream of the battles,there is that cold silence which Ishkhadr dread,as the old aunts spoke calmly,a councilor came in,his eyes all cold watching the bloody battles,it must be judgement time for them,Ishkhdar thought quietly "seems that Farquhar knows how to boil rage in the kings-" as he tapped his fingers loudly back and forth at the throne,as if impatient in witnessing the fights,melding sacrificial and perhaps a terrible beauty,Ishakar thought quietly. "destroying everything sacred,choking our children in the forest,and using our berserkers to our disadvantage- "May the one judge them-",the counselor nodded at his grim words,as he sipped the warming tea,the masks of gold and blood spilled in their faces,the jasmine flowers and laksa leaves swirling across the dead forests,for they are in wrath for Ptolemaeus' blood,indeed Ao Guang enraged the forests' spirits.
"Should we appease them,as we are humans burnt with their justice of the ghost kings-"
Ishkhadar grew silent. for he must let the kings judge over the planets he visited by,for he knew of the mortality of his life. "No Ptolemnamus and Sabana will be the judgement seat of all-" as he averted the gaze of that pathetic planet he visited,all jaded,believing their words but nothing but fairy "For I shall not hold the mortal scepter of those glided planet Sabana,so far to be called the fair isle of the planets-“,as Ishkhadar watched over the flickering forests,the kings like the shadow puppets of his youth “it was of them they will judge them-“his words all grin but perhaps true for that planet and the dilapidated king.
Note: So speaking about lovers,I have this idea for some time on doing some Arconian mythology,basing on the lovers Niamh and Oisin,i used @teashopwriting prompt so it was a different style like how I did my trash tragic OTP,so hope you enjoyed it :)
For once a fairy queen walked through the lands,with her horse of white,maidens glistening of powder blue,manganese,violet and gold in the threads,for she watched the other with solemn eyes,bounded to mysteries and the forests,near and far as she makes images of ladies in the dance of the woods,there she saw a handsome man,his eyes downcast,his bodies scared with the battle wounds,he is vulnerable,he is weak as he gripped the floating under skirts and dresses of her gentlefolk,her eyes widened with horror,for she separated herself away from the man,feeling that warmth from the ancient lands,his eyes widened,but to fall into the deepening spell of it. It said by the others,that separation was the plague of the hearts for the other,in which she avoided as it will drain the color of hers.
For she faded into her glided lands. Bold in the chase,he took arms to find that lady,and thus stumbling upon the new lands,it was different,he searched for the beauty,that pure vision of myriad wildness,never scouted all the threads of mortality, the other,was warm and kind for she thought as she thought that she wandered in her lands all alone,but it seems different. Out of his free will,he sacrificed the world of the others,to be in the forests of hers.
They all laughed,she braided his hair,with hers,enchanting her human lover to live many years of that blissful land they conquered,for they danced and consummated to the woods near and far,time seems to expire so slowly,but the heart of him grew cold,for he longs for the other,as granted by the past,she gave him his horse as a parting gift. He promises to return to that blessed land.However,staying these lands,all alone without the other made the heart wandered,
For the man who sacrificed mortality for her,for he slowly crumbled,leaving all the memories,as he tried to make that journey.For her womb entangled to his child,she galloped with her horse,whispering ancient words,searching through the lands to find her beloved. Some say that the fairy’s tears in recalling the happier times with him,leads to the glimmering rivers,for she shed tears of gold,tracing the ambers,of the waters, It trails the same moral of separation and indeed distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Note: Well it has been a while since I do @teashopwriting stuff ,including a Lavina piece which I am really happy,to show there is the Chinese phrase that the most beautiful women live tragic lives,so it did not bode well and we have The wanderer of Night which I originally want to put for Peck’s birthday
Adera-Accuracy
"Goddamn" Adrea mumbled quietly,as she has that limp of her leg from simply running back and forth,seems she managed to weasel out from the golden Guards of Jasper. "Uncle Uncle-" Vincent's wise eyes broken softly,as Vincent embraced her as tightly as he could.”Come and hide child-“,there Adrea,with calm accuracy,she transformed into a different child,but all of the golden guards. And Vicent throwing makeshift bombs with glitter dust,making a blinding fog for the guards to lose sight of the young girl.
“You know you should not be there-“,Vincent stared at Adrea,again her impulses hovered over her security,as she fumbled up her hooded cloak “You should wait for the waters to be still not to rush by the blood-“ Adrea do not career,she wanted answers of her brother’s disappearance,she knew that she is impulsive,but her heart grew more reckless,she wanted answers,if not more than before. “I know,but I wanted Jerome to be safe-"
Vincent slowly withdraw his arguments,he too become concerned with Jerome,he should have not let him to Jasper’s trappings “Worrying,will dampen the spirits,we just go whenever the rivers let us-“ These words seems accurate and if not poignant at that time, where the sliders hid like the rats in a maze of Jasper’s madness.
Unbreakable-Father of the Trees (wanderer at the night)
His eyes all swollen,the grief of his child consumed his heart, Marie gave that cold smirk in watching that spirt slowly fading away,she laughed coldly in embracing ever power he possessed in the forest,his daughters slowly clinging upon the father,desperate. Marie smirked,that spell seems working,as she could feel the sensation in her veins,as she seems to see the change in her skins,a rougher surface,to see a different side,of her,no longer human,but of a possessed creature,there she touched his heart,it slowly blacken as he screamed in agony,that become music to her ears.
Once a wild spirt,who spent thousands and thousands of years walking through the forests. He was considered to be an unbreakable force in that world,which children in the nearby villages spoke of his cruel,if not wrathful nature of The Father,now he become the toy for Marie,grinning slowly at the pitiful looks of him,all consumed by the grief,he could take her back,she could be free,no longer running away with the human,she could,she could.
“Now you are with me,you shall be free-“ Marie gave that calm look,as she seen that her task is done,after all even gods and spirits have the foolishness to be sway by the words of a human.
Lavina of the Roses-Endings
Lavina laid by her dressing table,alas she has to bloom,might as well make it her last fragrance,her body all expiring,with her breasts sagging and that hunger to feed those men as she made that steady line with that iridescent blue kohl,attempting to make her hardened ice blue eyes looking more youthful,there by the corner of her eyes she saw her favorite eunuch Fiore coming in bowing down to the rose,he grew fearful of the empress’ hardened gaze,her appearances gave away to her hardened heart “Speak-“,Lavina commanded,Foire knows that he must maintained his composure,as he mumbled quietly,looking away from her sly eyes,Fiore knows of his plan of her scorned lover the general Emin’s plans must not be revealed “Powerful empress we have a guest-"
“Who it might be-“,Fiore’s hands twitches slightly “The guest wishes not to reveal his or her true identity-“ like the puppets of old,she could see the lie in Fiore usually he is brutally honest,with her fading beauty she manipulated him,with her bony fingers circling his neck and slowly squeezing it,the gasps make Lavina mad with euphoria,no one could stop the wrath of hers “Tell me who-"
“I repeat again he or she wished not to be revealed-"
“I cannot wait,you shall be like the others,displayed for your rudeness-“ Lavina hissed.
‘Let him go-“,Lavina froze at that voice,from the shadows he came out,his smoldering eyes stared at her forceful spirit. With little fear writhed in his eyes,he gave a smoldering kiss,it brought glided memories of the past,he was her Adonis,always beautiful and fair but alas she could feel a thrust on her breasts,as he could finally breathe from the choking aromas of her perfumes,no longer the slave of her beauty.
She slowly died in the arms of the lover that could conquer her,she trusted him,and Fiore,how could it be. He gave the cold smile "Well done good sir I shall be great emperor “,as he watched Emin slowly covering the corspe with a sheet,she looked like a doll,all plastered “Prepare the ceremony and make it quick-“ there is that slight pause as he savored that horrified expression “and keep the coffin covered let her story be forgotten legends in your lands-" Indeed a sad legend,only known of her legendary blossoms.
Note: Some quick drabbles for the Icarcus universe with my much-forgotten chaarcters with Eone being rebellious and Amancio being in big trouble OAO
Faith (Eone)
"You supposed to bring the light to Crystallis,fair goddess-" Abner mummr quietly as he saw the flush on the young girl,he noticed on Eone's rebellion as he seen her ceremonial dresses all in distress "not to run with mortals,it would tarnish your goddess status-" Eone puffed her cheeks "if I am the goddess,am I am dicated by my own rules-" as Eone has that twinkle as she took that scroll "look Abner-",Abner gave that perplexed look,true she is the reincarnation of Lumira to fight all of the dragons,but she was a spirited girl,clever and observant "to walk with mortals is perhaps the greatest gift for us mortals-",there she slowly closed it "you said it with your mouth,so you must be disobeying my orders-", Eone has that calm smirk as she placed back the scroll "I can do what I wanted-"
"No-" Abner gave that firm gaze-"-it is not that simple,you could not have contact with the world expect when you move outside,as dicated by the faith,you should be safe from the gazes of mortals-" Eone grew more frustrated,Abner has become slowly more grating with her personality,she yearned to be like the other girls,free from all responsibilities and be herself,joke about boys and choose what she wear. No she lived in that cage called Faith,each movement,her health,her education all dicated by faceless prophets,Abner whom she trusted,she despises his cold stare and Long rules. He noticed that small charm bracelet,his eyes widened in horror "a goddess like you should not wear trinkets of mortals!-",her eyes widened,she insulted that gift from the mayor,the kindest man. "Look I am not a deity for your demise,for once treat me like the mortal-" her words cut Abner's faith,she hated to be controlled,after all she is just a young girl wanting that ounce of freedom. Abner froze in horror,perhaps his faith came in priority over the welfare,he fears of Eone's safety but he needs to distinguish that she is indeed human. However he kept his mask of faith "from tomorrow onwards,you cannot go out without a guard and myself-"
"If Lumira's faith is that strong,they should believe in their own hearts not mortals like me-" Eone hissed loudly and quickly Eone locked her room,the sobs broke Abner's heart but he must do the right movement to restrain young Eone,he fear these all these years and alas his nightmare came true.
Dead Wrong (Amancio)
As Amancio came back from a Long meeting,he saw a thin man creeping out from the shadows,he shivered quietly "I kill all of the whores, but now you should know by now-" he did live by his nickname the dark angel, "I cannot be like your hounds,all tamed-",there arnfield came up with a knife upon his throat "Payment now-" Amancio gulped quietly,seems delaying that murders is never a profit beneficial for Siegfried' and he thought that he would take mercy on him "please I need more time! Please-“,his begging become more persistent like the winds that swayed violently,soon he will become the corspe,like the roaring shores of the seas.
"Might as well pay him with your blood-" Arnfield glared coldly,for he seen the hounds snarling at him,his breathing all calm "Men search him-“ Amancio shivered quietly on Siegfried’s cold words,he knew that he is risking his life “I want his vaults all empty,he must be hoarding it like the dragons of old-“ there is that cold madness in his heart,all become the wolves to innocent Amancio,there he gave a cold piercing stare to him,and gave that cold streak “If you cannot kill the snake of the Stands,then I would kill it myself-“,slowly he craved a long scar to his face,perhaps Amancio’s charm proves fleeting.
Note: So this is slightly lighter and not so angsty drabbles using @teashopwriting prompts,so I get to lump my baes together in prompts,a very pretty drabble of Red Thread universe which I am happy how it came out and being St Patrick’s day I am doing my little poem thing on Niamh’s perspective,so enjoy :D
Umbrella (Japanese Gods in It’s a Memory It’s a Venue,so I chose Tsukiyomi-Sama and Benzaiten-Sama,so mind my roughness)
The pale moon god,for he stared silently at the busy streets,his melancholy bleed through the glaring street lights,but he glanced at that familiar face, good old Benzaiten “Benzaiten-Sama-“, as her beautiful figure seems to glimmer in the lights, she knows that face “Tsuki-no-Yomi-Sama-“,their eyes accepting a glided past “Still with your husband-“
“You mean that old dragon,he is well though it is hard for him to win by-“,as she twirled her umbrella,the gods always have clouded memories,watching worshippers clapping together in harmony like the cold waves,her husband dragon rode by,she playing the biwa,creating strong cascades-soft ink-like drops to waters,like the scrolls done by the artists,the gods in merriment,all shone by the gaze of Amaterasu-sama,all such a gliding dream,the music,the laughter,the merriment,as Benzaiten recalled wryly,”I could even recall Ame-No-Uzume Sama lifting up her clothes to make us laugh-“ but for old Tsuki-no-Yomi,it was different,old wounds are healing after the murder of Uke Mochi-Sama,as he caressed the night sky like the scrolls of ink,illustrating tales that perhaps many do follow but all faded,and his sister all in wrath of his rash movements. Technicolor worlds of the presents,seem to make the gods all so faded.
Strangely Benzaiten gave that wry smile,perhaps to was a different time where the gods would preside the lands “Perhaps we are nothing but relics of the past-“,as she saw her husband,the dragon,for he was a ghostly shadow,as she slowly climbed him up,and glided away. However Tsuki-No-Yomi sees it different as he gave a small smile “..but hey we are still alive if they pray-“,as he could feel that warmth in his body. A small prayer perhaps
Everyday Magic-(The Sea Calls me Home-Penelope x Morrissey)
Peneople seems to be lovely with the maddening seas in her eyes ever so pretty,Morrissey could not but to be entranced by that pretty fellow. She is indeed a beautiful sight as she brushed her hands among the heather fields and bring him much joy.
It was always something different with her,Sundays with her relatives-the church stained glass making her looking like a saint,and a simple luncheon, on her days at work,as she made herself warm with the local children as the kindergarten teaching assistant,that Everyday magic she caressed through the children as they are all in a trance of her boyfriend. She would tell the stories,some of them will giggle on the frankness and perhaps for once believe in these ancient stories,all steeped in tragedy and laughter. Perhaps they are young and innocent. Morrissey thought quietly, he knows of the jaded nature of mortals, leaving behind wives all weeping tears in that hunger for that amorous gazes of them.
Him telling stories of ancientness,of gods who danced in the forest, mortals seeking the fountains of knowledge and life,the forests speaking through secrets and tales of his kind,shivering in the cold seas, that drama which Morrissey will illustrate ancient stories of the past and present,her eyes widened in awe,as she giggled through Morrissey’s attempts to make in simplistic,which of course made her soul sing. That everyday magic that is perhaps unfathomable for her and him.
Simplicity- Cecily x Drago (Sooo yeah married baes all together)
It is strange that both lives craved for simplicity,"my dear-” as she slinked around Drago “what did you think of the politics of the world,you create yourself a name-” Drago gave an exasperated sigh as he tried to look through weathered books of old perfumed expanse legends “to be honest I know in history wars made men,but it was always the women that are the chess players -”
“I assume you are referring to the new queens-” as Cecily brushed through her golden locks “I can see in your eyes you admired them-” Drago gave that quiet eye roll,perhaps it was true. Drago ran through the sea of politics,facing many kings who are perhaps mad,traders who show deals “they do have that grit when they know-”
“How do you know the complexity of politics my dear-” as he glared at Cecily,he is perhaps amused by his wife’s intelligence and that keen observational skills “you could only do in your past life is to weave through lovers and lives,with your presence-"Cecily tried to recall that story of handling that old case,"oh you my little dragon you thought that I could never tangle in politics-“,as she gave him a gentle kiss “I will tell you a secret-“,Drago’s eyes softened quietly as if he is bemused by his wife’s tale “Go on my dear,I bet your tale must be simpler than mine or perhaps that old myth-“ as Drago stared through his wife’s craftiness “How would you like it,the ravishing details or perhaps the core of it-“ as Cecily teased her
“The details perhaps-“,as Drago tried to wind her in,and Cecily leans in ever so calm “It happens that I was about to save a girl as the Avenger ..” Of course, she could not weasel out Drago’s keen observation,but Cecily is more than happy to tell.
Separation (So I go a little freeflow as it is St Patrick’s day,so I kinda based on Niamh and Oisin,mostly on Niamh’s perspective)
For I ran with the veins of light and love,from through my love- You burn off the sea and sky,despite the warmness of the lands I offer,when you rest, I gave you my crown of eternal youth and dreams,and you burnt in the veins longing for the green lands of your home,the weathered faces of the past,the simplicity of just being a soft mortal, crumbling to the stars.
We would bathe in the lands,look through sunsets beaming through our glowing bodies,maids bathed us with the love that is perhaps incomparable.
I search to the bloody and raging seas,to find through many lifetimes for you,for my tears will build to the storms, lands ever so flustered, I grip to your weathering bones,seems that bathing in the lights could not ever cure. Perhaps we supposed be together,but seems the healing lands will cause us to be separated in many lifetimes.
Note: So some quick prompts for mostly my old stories,Gwendowlyn and eobsmn with a pretty scene,Orion being all angsty and Larissa being admired by Amadea
Innocence (Larissa-Legends)
Larissa slowly caressed through the worlds,that dream girl,for she has been walked through the libraries,reading the glided yet tragic words of King Ludwig 2,he seems to be absorbed to his worlds,which may won the hearts of his people,but not of his inner courts of Bavaria.
Perhaps Larissa is vulnerable to admire Amadea,for she was roped in innocence,Amadea is indeed beautiful,for Amadea loved to relish on that innocence of Larissa “Hello my dear-“ Larissa stared at her quietly,as she looked through the sketches,Amadea admired the purity of it “You drew that?-"
She is smitten by it,she is like the prince in her stories,in her washed watercolour worlds,she seems to came out all glowing and all beautiful “Yeah-“,as she tried to show the pages,all of her innocent characters,all slowly coming to life, in these pages,darting across the pages “It looks wonderful-“ as she cooed at Larissa,her heart got trickled with Amadea. She indeed appreciate the purity and innocence of her works.
Failure (Orion-The Sleeping Prince Story)
Orion could only of the flashes of the past,with Luc,he could have saved him. That stare of Mordred,his ghost armies extinguishing Luc’s armies of light. His forces slowly growing stronger by the days,his time running out. The funeral of the prince forever enchanted in that sleep,his heart grew heavier,his brother in arms slipped away. He beseeched for those in the lands to bless the passing prince,he could not survive. Is he blind to follow his brother in arms after death? Is he the lonely wanderer forever doomed to course the stars to see his friend awakened?
For days and nights he would go by the crypts watched the prince breathed back and forth. His dreams will bleed through space and time,the palaces around him,losing that glow to Mordred’s growing undead army. He refused to surrender to the darkening forces of him. There he could see the vines,it must be Mordred’s magic to wipe many memories of Luc’s glided past,it grew deeper and deeper. He should be able to defeat the evil,but he fails,with the vines feeding through each part,clouding the golden skies,Orion clings on that hope he may resurrect again,to defeat that evil,but all is like a fading dream.There he succumbed himself to his fate,as the vines slowly fed through his body,and him bound to the crypts of the past,waiting every so patiently. One day he will wake up,he thought quietly. He should awakened by now.
Echoes (Tree Shepherds-Gwendowlyn and Eobsmn)
That soft ping,Calla grew a little impatient,there should be the soft echoes of the trees,for they sang their histories and tales of the lands. There is something fishy about it. Calla cannot put a finger unto it,until she saw her grandfather Eibhear,his perception is more intuitive “My dear why did you stare ever so dumbfounded-“ Calla could hear the huffs and puffs of her grandfather,he is in fact,doing his usual bemused gaze, “I just cannot hear the trees’ singing-“. Her grandfather Eibhear seems unamused,perhaps she is restless by heart,of course bombarding stories of the trees speaking ancient words of wisdom.
”You need to silence yourself-“,as Eibhear spoke magic words to seal his granddaughter,slowly her eyes widened,the sounds seems so beautiful. Her eyes nearly teared up onto hearing them. “Hear the echoes my dear-"Calla nodded quietly and slowly he removed the spell. “Now it is our job to preserve that sound-“,it seems heavy,but he knew from his heart that she understood that responsibility “Let no one silence that-"
Note: So I am writing back Euilalia (and so is Adnan) again,after neglecting their arc for so long,in favour for Drago and Auberon adventures,and yes the new angsty OTP separated,with Kesver kinda freaking out on the affair and Oor knowing about Cecily ,though not as interested
Eulalia-Patience
She is strength. The prince noticed her calm negotiations over the tribes over the food,she is not like Anionetta's mad holiness, for she is like the oasis examine through the situation,perhaps he has underestimated her when one of the Guards gave her,she was frightened and vulnerable,with her layered silks and pretty eyes unsuitable for the harshness of the desert, now she built herself a beautiful strength especially meeting with the refugees,her timed words in quelling Radha's bitterness and that strong friendship with the Lady Dymphna,the flaming noble of the fallen Isyla. Perhaps the desert melded her to have that temperance over adversity.
Perhaps she is the opposite of what he perceived-little he knows that it was that patience that Euilaia held that give that enlightened look,the coolness in the winds. "Perhaps where shall we go-" Euilaia gave that serene smile,thinking of Lady Dymphna's words of promise "to whenever the one bring us along-",Euilaia spoke ever so calmly as she gazed at the blistering desert "-after all the one will guide us to the right path-" there she and the prince walked along,uncertainties of tomorrow but nerveless Euilaia do have that vision to find herself and little reason to come to rule.
(This drabble is kinda like Drago’s perspective on her,which he is impressed by her,little he knows that Adil is Euilalia under his nose!)
Drago noticed that patience in his eyes,as he meticulously counted the forces in her mind,that same energy as Caelestra,that serenity amidst the cold stands, as she spoke stargically to the generals who in returned are impressed by the movements,Vincent spoke of this lesson "Still waters under the rain-" he encapsulates that-looking through the papers of Thoreau's mad armies,he is afraid to speak up on Adil's behalf, but she noticed the mayor's nervous gestures, he may rule the stands for years but he seems to soften in the wisdom. "Perhaps you like to contribute on the words sir-" the general stared at Drago,who is at the trance perhaps Aamir's word did came to fruition. He gulped quietly,he should timed his words so perfectly but he could not help but to be impressed by Adil's calmness,he seems to be more intelligent than the young scholars of The Stands,he slowly see him as the Son he could have,however he has to snap that admiration away with his coldness "so what do you suggest-" Drago commanded,he did live up to his name,Adil thought carefully but he seems more open in his ways,perhaps it was his temperance that brought him to that realisation.
Euilaia-Challenged
Euilalia stares coldly at one of the competitors as she cracked her whips back and forth "my what a pretty face, where do you come from princess-" as she tried to break the young girl. Little she knows that she has the fire in her eyes as she chant the spells of the sand,for in the past she is not longer the challenged but the challenger as she smirked by,thinking of every opponent as killing of her mad Cousin Anionetta,that glided idol slowly crumbling to the floor,The crowd cheered at the brutality of throwing off the competition. Long the days in which she would hid away in her fantasy worlds of books and refusing to speak. She is able to defeat the demons of her past,she is even stronger,as she made that commanding move that shocked the crowd and give that small smirk to sweet ignatius,well he is impressed
Adnan-Failure
Adnan should have reverse the clock,Alfonso is perhaps too blind,true she is born out of her Favourite courtesans who by now,having in bed many other unfortunate men. He should have save Euilaia, she is too young and too naive for the world, he tried to seek solace in prayer "Gods Please take care of her-" he could recall his Sister's brave face,her lips chipped by blood for she has that fierce gaze of defiance-not to be afraid by death, after all.
He could do is to hide away his tears of regret,is Alfronso so blind,that his eyes are pricked by the Rose which he loved so much,a prophet's words not taken to heart as he recalled his last days,his face all writhed in agony on that stab wound of a simple hunt,his dream of his own Daughter not holding the heavy crown,he would bleed for the nation and alas he dried it quietly. He should have intervened it earlier,he should have wiped the scales on that sad king's eyes,sometimes favouritism do poison the mind.
Oor- exhaustion
As Oor slowly dipped himself in the baths,his ramord-like figure slowly returned to its relaxed self,for he glanced through that scarred leg,it was perhaps taht his leg would not be amputated unlike the others who screamed in pain. Home seems alien as many seen him as stiff,his arms all sturdy as if ready for a miltary parade and his medals glowing in the Arconian sun,his eyes barely glared at the enlightened courts. He thought of that encounter with one of his old generals Lawrence
"Have you thought of settling down-“,Lawrence spoke,Oor gave that nonchalant answer as usual,after all ladies did not enlightened him,expect for his first love which he grew so weary "could be-“,as he glanced at the ladies at court,all do not have that charm or grace,most fear of the coldness of Oor-he seems armored in the gatherings,revealing little about himself,but he glanced at that playful young lady,her hair bathed with sunlight and eyes that sparkled like the skies,indeed she is ravishing “Cousin Cecily-you know she has took in an another lover-"
“Who-“ Oor spoke quietly,he heard her name but it seems vague. Her face seems delightful,a balm for his exhaustion “She seems to be ludicrous, a lady should be modest not vulgar-"
“Ahh you seem to know the Ganangch’s ways-“ Oor twitched slightly,Lawrence knows of his fellowman’s methods “apparently her past lover is interesting,a king who loved her breasts that she dictate it as a national monument-“ Oor puffed his cheeks,this is ridiculous,her spirit seems untamed like the wild woods of Arcona. “But I heard that her family is searching for a suitable man,for that cousin,perhaps you should woo her old sport-"
Perhaps he is right,he is living too much with the past,he must embrace the light,there that exhaustion came forward ,as he still tried to limp forward“that leg still bugging you-“ Oor has to put in his front again,that unusual calmness,hide the pain. “That should be fine,still a little wobbly despite the medicine the doctor provide-"
Kesver-boundaries
As kesver entered through the hall of heroes,her heart sank, for she has to hide that affair ever so perfectly,that passionate Arconian General,that quiet dream, her eyes widened in horror on seeing her fiancée Isadore "how are you my dear-"
"I am good my dear-",her eyes twitched calmly as she rubbed her palms nervously. She has that nervous smile but he seems so kind "what is wrong my love-" his gentleness rubbed him like the salt in her wound. "You seem to be pale-" As she hear the words of the lilies,she somehow sink into that fantasy that she could save Oor from that damning wars,she could climb the battlegrounds and plucked him from the loud sounds of the bullets,the bloodied corspes,that time in the woods where he would give that kiss,it seems innocent but she seems to be immune,but his quiet tenderness is like the summer breeze as she could embrace quietly with his cold arms.
However his passions is fluttering as the heady aromas of the infamous roses,as she could recall his caress in the woods,inhabited from the gazes,that warm breath still haunted in her mind. Kesver has that awakening- has she crossed the line,she supposed to be faithful to him but Oor has that energy that burns through the woods,he is indeed a tortured soul in solace of her healing. “I should be fine-“ as she glanced at him,he should not know of her secrets,the weather seems more chilly “I am kinda under the weather-"
However Isidore noticed her twitch,she seems to clasping her abdomen tightly “Take care,the weather has been chilly,drink up some-“ as he gave her the tea “It should ease your stomach-“. Perhaps he will never know the affair and he should not.
