#wardenofdarkness

[fatumimpera]

@wardenofdarkness cont. from here

Sleipnir would hardly call it a trivial matter. To see his liege so burdened would always urge him to offer comfort, in whichever way he could. The longer he was human, the more he came to understand the emotions of those he were imitating. He would always be devoted to His Majesty, but said devotion had long since gone beyond what was demanded of him.

"I would never dare to consider you foolish, my liege," he assured, tone matching the other's teasing one. He moved forward so he could stand at Barnabas side – hardly daring to hope that his mere presence might ease some of the weight the other was carrying.

Being allowed to stay told him more than words could describe.

"I'm sure no one would notice if some of your advisers had a rather unfortunate accident," he offered, partly an attempt a humour and yet entirely serious. He would get rid of anyone for the sake of liege's comfort.

[ofamess]

@wardenofdarkness from x

The  male  couldn't  help  but  whistle  for  a  moment.  "  Oh,  but  this  silver  tongue  has  done  you  wonders  many  long  nights.  So,  I  should  be  allowed  to  talk  as  I  please.  If  I  want  to  ramble  in  circles,  be  so  nice  and  listen,"  like  he  should  be  giving  this  man  orders.

[silverwoodcursed]

@wardenofdarkness continued from here.

The King of Waloed would never be unguarded, wherever he went his Lord Commander was always nearby, even in the safety of his own castle. To be infiltrated by traitors was always a possibility and even Mythos was expected to make an appearance sooner than later, but Sleipnir wouldn’t take any chances. He would defend and protect his master and King until he would draw his last breath, which was also the reason he stood as close to Barnabas as he dared, always being the watchful eye in his King’s shadow, ready to snarl and bite. Whatever it was the other needed from him in that moment.

His adoration and loyalty for Barnabas was also why the Lord Commander froze when his King turned towards him to take his hand in his own and he had to fight the urge to pull his hand away when Barnabas brushed his lips over his knuckles. Sleipnir, the ever-confident Commander, watched on almost in shock, barely able to comprehend what was happening. Had his king fallen ill, or worse, had he been possessed by something that made him act so uncharacteristically? He dared not ask, lest he would upset the man he served, but he was conflicted as it was his job to protect the king, even from himself.

But why did he lean in then instead of stepping back? Sleipnir’s lips parted and he sighed quietly when his chin was held in place while Barnabas ghosted his warm lips over the Commander’s sharp jaw. Every touch made him shiver as a pleasant wave of warmth rushed through his body, his skin felt like it was burning wherever the King touched him. It was almost overwhelming.

Sleipnir was still struggling to come to terms with the emotions that had started to plague him lately, he considered them a disadvantage that came with spending too much time in this human form, but it was a burden he was willing to carry if It meant he was able to support his king more in his every endeavor. Though it were his King’s words that made his eyes widen and Sleipnir looked at him with shocked confusion, but at the same time his human heart ached terribly in his chest. Barnabas wanted them.. to share a bed tonight.

For a short moment Sleipnir’s gaze wandered to the door of the King’s chambers that were just down the hall before he forced himself to look at the other’s face again. How many times had the Commander wished to be the one to be allowed to share a bed with the King, even if only because any distance between them caused the egi physical pain; how often had he glared at any woman that was invited into that specific chamber while Sleipnir was left to boil in anger he was not able to identify as jealousy just yet. And still..

Sleipnir sunk to his knees, leaning forward to rest his head against the King’s hip, not daring to look up at him.

“Your Lord Commander thanks you for this most gracious offer, but… my liege, I am not worthy.”

[levinway]

CONTINUED FROM HERE // @wardenofdarkness.

      “ 𝐚𝐡, 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 . . . ” cidolfus positioned himself right at the window — a lit cigar betwixt gloved fingers. it was nearly done, &. he exhaled some of its last embers. “ here i thought i may serve as sufficient distraction. alas, you have your meetings to attend to. ” what did the lord commander mean by that ? he also had his meetings to attend, but there was a bit of time beforehand.

[curse-of-frell]

@wardenofdarkness from here

Elliot let out a heavy breath, doing everything but looking at the king for fear that he might be overstepping, so he missed the mildly positive reaction to his overly prying question. "It appears so." One hand cupped a glass while the other trailed his fingers lazily around the rim.

"Would you go back if you could? To reduce the number of souls walking in your shadow?" Elliot had killed whenever he was told to, obviously, but the excuse of the curse didn't really make it feel much better - not when almost all of his engagements were so one-sided. He'd never raised his sword against a Dominant and hoped he never would; his curse always felt so on edge around them, even in this peaceful moment.

[fatumimpera]

❛ you're mine. and don't you forget it. ❜ (for Sleipnir from @wardenofdarkness :3)

&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || always accepting || @wardenofdarkness

"My Liege..." Sleipnir let out a small shudder as he kneeled between Barnabas' legs, leaning his head carefully against the King's thigh. It was Barnabas who had given him the mission to seduce the foreign noble, but even so Sleipnir was aware of the unwritten rule to never let anyone actually touch him.

He was always so very careful, wrapping people around his finger without giving them anything to satisfy their desires, but his target had taken things a step too far before Sleipnir could step away. He felt ashamed at his error, but was reassured that Barnabas would still lay such claim to him.

"I would rather cease to exist than forget, My Liege. I am forever faithful to only you," the words were whispered with devotion as he reached out for Barnabas' hand, pressing a gentle kiss upon his palm.

Sometimes, he wished for a more permanent mark to show off who he belonged to, but he knew such a thing would likely complicate matters. One of his greatest advantages was his ability to blend in, after all. Still, he feared that his desires might be blatantly obvious, as they usually were around his King.

[fatumimpera]

Barnabas' lips curled up as he placed a finger under Sleipnir's chin, lifting it slightly to meet his gaze. "Good boy." (from @wardenofdarkness :3)

Send me "Good boy/girl" for my muse's reaction to your muse saying that to them! || always accepting || @wardenofdarkness

Sleipnir was already leaning into the touch; as if feeling a magnetic pull whenever his Liege was near. There was no hesitation as he met Barnabas' eyes, but it could not have prepared him for the words that would leave the King's lips.

An unexpected shudder went through Sleipnir's body and he let out a shaky breath, lashes fluttering. He did not expect such simple words to give him such a visceral reaction, but he could not deny the pure satisfaction he got from being called good.

For Barnabas, he would be anything and do everything. Nothing pleased him more than to please. "My Liege..." the words were slightly husky, an intense desire suddenly made blatant by the light in his eyes.

He found himself moving without meaning to, pressing their lips together in an intense kiss. Even if Barnabas reprimanded him for it, he could not bring himself to regret it. The longing he felt for his creator did not feel appropriate for a mere Egi.

[fatumimpera]

@wardenofdarkness cont. from here

Sleipnir had even managed to surprise himself with his outburst. The words that had left his mouth were some he had never intended to speak. However, he could not deny that it was something that had circled silently around in his mind for a while now, always keeping it just out of the reach of his Liege.

Sleipnir stood still when Barnabas came closer; never one to move away from His Majesty, no matter the circumstances. Even so, the words felt like a slap to the face.

Did he feel jealousy? He thought it impossible, but he could not deny the accusation.

Yes, he was jealous. It truly shouldn't surprise him – had he not subtly gotten rid of the last person Barnabas had brought to bed? He had thought them unworthy of his Liege's touch and attention, even though he knew that Barnabas hardly cared about them.

There was apparently always the fear that he would care. That he'd be replaced.

"Am I not your creation?" he questioned, voice small than usual – obviously shaken by his own revelation. "Shaped to be to your liking, yet you have never looked at me in such a manner."

He let out a small breath. He was getting ahead of himself.

"I should not feel like this."

He was not meant to be human, but it was undoubtedly what was happening. He would not blame his Liege if he sought to rewrite him; something had clearly gone wrong along the way.