' observes him with the faintest of smile. '
revelries of the year’s rotation — a helix of time spiraling about the savior’s existence —
configures familiarity in amassing counterparts. they are not within january’s
commence, rather the anniversary of a gemini’s birth — an isolate star
amidst the fallen manifestation of the heavens. the formalities of a ‘ birthday ’ were always trivial to the healer, recurrently ushered beneath schedules’ carpet to be forgotten on all accounts. for the last
seven years, he had been reprieved of
the attention — the gathering of townsfolk an auspicious delight exclusively
for his brother, their sovereign. explicitly would izunia’s
people devote, commending his age and applauding his knowledge for
another year. such laud was never a
necessity for ardyn, not until his anointment; eulogizing tongues, letters, and
persons of the sort now overpraising his ‘ survival
’. after all, is that not what a birthday
entails? a figurative medal of honor to be pinned upon
youthful, or matured breast so as to instill your endurance within the universe?
such is the arrogance of mankind; an attribute the savior could never quite
understand.
nonetheless, postures strut, cavort, and flounce
— filing themselves into coherency of a line
nearest the dining table as eldest brother dons the hierarchy of its laminate
carvings. seated at outermost length of its structure, a solitary wooden
chair for the ‘ head ’ of the celebration, a founding elation is thrust upon him. a masterful technique
to keep the caelum in one place ( as he so often wanders to cure ),
fashioning his posture with distant associations, vague acquaintances, and
jovial progenies of those securing loyalty of the regal bloodline. children
were a blessing to this earth — this desolate world blistered by the seasons
of hell’s
fire. the ashen lungs of the late ifrit
breathes heavy to its disarray, kindling ardyn’s yearn to leave, and to help. he buries such intentions with
a proclivity to smile; the unity of man’s compassion flickering across porcelain teeth, bestowing izunia’s ( ardyn’s
) people with regenerative hope. virtuous was his benevolence, and resonating were his eyes — a golden spark of hallowed
amber to bequeath the anxiety of those grasping his hand, bowing upon
presentation of gifts, and doting him with dependant tears. ‘ save our families , ’ they pray,
ignorant to the effects the scourge will have upon the very man they implore, ‘
we believe , we believe . ’
bountiful silence weaves charisma
into curiosity. accommodating a room full of strangers, a comprising assortment
of ages and lineage, the countenance of prophecy
faces the substantiality of eyes.
hundreds were loitering, patient and benign
as reservations of initial present
lingers betwixt temperate fingers. ‘ the
tag reads it is from —— well , i never would have expected odin to partake
. had i forgotten to tell you not to get
me something ? you are so ardent ,
when assimilating . to appear as a mortal man and act the part , buying your
subject — a gift … ’ this token would not be like the others; he knew as
much. natter of the intellect spurs pause,
a branching hesitation preceding digits’ grasp of parchment’s splendor. slate
blues, soft as the pastels of the sky — luminous
as the reverence in lion’s gaze — enchant the exterior of the offering.
whispers of a babe, a lamb to cling upon the solace of its mother’s leg, plead
eagerly for the caelum to open it. relieve them of cosmogony’s grievances, and
pamper the innocent. why not?
thumbs break the seal. ardyn maintains view of the sentinel — blurred by distance, shoulders and heights
— so as to relay his appreciation for whatever may occupy this humble box. a flusterment for him,
having avoided doing this for many years, it bridles his composure. gifts
were always so nerve wracking. this anticipation acted as a harness for
the god, a deity who seemed oddly content
from his corner of the room. transient ripping
and expectant tearing displaces reflective papers to the floor, an appealing
silence in their descent. provocative
was the final clasp holding secret to the contents of the package, blunt in its
make yet impressively crafted.
impulse counsels sincerity of hands, having the caelum pull open its lock. in
the midst of a breath, the room leans
— lid is guided ajar, and eyes are
rewarded — a charming numbness fiddling with his knuckles. it is clear
why the god smiles; an amiable ruse.
the box is empty.
“ that is … quite bold of you , cor —— ” inclined to return the bluff and assume victory
of the ploy, ardyn adopts the allure of a jester.
only the lion and his master know the truth, an advantageous detail for limbs now covering the box’s maw. “ —
however , for future reference … i would keep something of this nature for the privacy
of my chamber , as there are children
in the room . ” giggles trail his ‘ suggestion ’ from the youths nearest his
seat; a disarming smirk upon clever
lips as the deity’s features evolve into the bloom of a most vibrant red. this was odin’s first attempt at
outsmarting the chosen ( adorable ), a delectable
outcome rousing ardyn’s pleasure.
underestimate his ability to modify, and secure e a joke for his own resolve —— well, most do not
make the same mistake twice.
“ ——— i will thank you for this later tonight . ”
❛ what... have you become? ❜
the winds are merciless, as is the brimming disgrace of eos’s sanctified redeemer. painful sentiment borders haggard eyes, chiselling away at his composure whilst engraving scars into his pride, recollection, and awareness. disdain from the gods congregates as weighted vapours of the night, ramuh’s mutations of the sky forking in occurrences of hostile light. thunder articulates, discordant with the soundless hesitation of ardyn’s lungs. he shrivels, and wavers — disposition fragile beneath the downpour of the skies. balcony absorbs the nucleus of the storm, the caelum’s hold upon its railing taut with repentance. the heavens wane, remorseful of actions not entirely his own. nevertheless, exuded contempt falls hard within patter of torrent, soaking his anatomy and drenching his faded soul. he quivers from the water’s effects; reluctant to speak or to listen, to remember and to fear ( himself ). infinite are his damages, coiled within hands now foreign to his cerebral will. ‘ i did not mean to — ( yes you did ) — to hurt her … i had not … tia , she — ’
an illuminized crack lashes ambiguity of clouds, flogging his deliberation and maiming his concentration. as though the daemons cranking his psyche were not enough, the gods must now redeem their wounded; the goddess of the seas, left alone in his chamber upon conclusion of his hallucinogenic reason. never had he envisioned seizing her with an intent to kill; to strangle her as he had. hands wound her neck — like a barbed wire, to asphyxiate and expose illusory treason — only to find himself propelled off her form in the latest hours of twilight’s deliverance. she had the ability to defend herself, yet she had not; it was cor leonis, of all his nobility, to intervene and remove ardyn from atop the siren. she would have sooner perished by the callousness of his deviance — throttled by her king, garroted by her lover — than to oppose the degeneracy of his daemons. ‘ but why — ? she must know , she must know … it was not i who —— i did not intend … i would never … ’
his heart says he cannot survive another moment without her, yet his mind affirms she will not survive another incidence with him. ardyn’s morality — however much is left — is torn between the two like parchment doused in black ink; shredded out of mercy for its terminal stain. there are certain dyes you cannot remove; a pigment of fate, a punishment of the cosmos. clemency does not exist, not any longer for ardyn’s quailing purity.
“ what … have you become ? ”
assertion of struggling virtue — a gamble of stability — tremors his spine upon expression from the sentinel. he arches over the slick barrier opposite him, contemplating the alleviation of casting himself over balcony’s ledge. an attempt on his own life, for an attempt on another. he is not a murderer, yet he almost killed her. wayward sanity goads him to jump. they jeer — these voices of the scourge, all knowing — whilst mocking his anguish and deriding his consuming ache. an infection of the flesh; ardyn is unaware of his immortality. possessing him, he is fleetingly returned to the ‘ creature ’ responsible for tiamate’s assault. his pores discharge liquid obsidian, a blackness to the tears now wept along depleted cheeks.
“ —— A MONSTER . is that what you want to hear ? that my cruelty is no longer a matter of fiction , but a prowess of my transcendence ? you could never understand . not in the way you look at me — the way she looks at me — NO … ”
an eruption of the sky liberates his visage of obscurity, disclosing an otherwise secreted guise. the lightning defeats him, revelation of his adulterated integrity a vivid imperfection — onyx smears — across pallid features. had tiamate seen this before? a mysterious thought. for certain, via ramuh’s objective, this was the first of odin’s existence to bear witness to the chosen’s mutated self. but what of the goddess? it is unspecified; a nameless memory of her affection for the fallen; their ‘ healer ’.
“ i owe you no explanation . ”
Every action I make is corrupting,
tainting those optimistic enough to
think I can improve with care and time.Be my hero.
My words are poisoned with hate,
cursing my non-existent luck in life,
yet you endure it all with a gentle smile.Be my hero.For I must be your villain."
— Be My Hero // t.p (via tragicpatroclus)
' clears throat. '
cursory fondness of breeze adorns gesturing radiance of upturned lips as three males occupy the quarters of one. an inducing elation cajoles smirk of complexion; ardyn’s pace — entertaining the proximity of his sentinel — remains an impelling compulsion. to estimate how long the healer had scavenged the man’s breathing space was a numeral of conjecture. to infer ardyn’s affects on the male, however, was a different story entirely. as such, it was effortless for the brothers to recognize cor’s unease, and to act upon this notion was a lenience purposely delayed. what could possibly be wrong with toying with a god? nothing, as far as the king of light was concerned. an afternoon of clothing alterations was but a harmless pleasure for the agile hands, and deft creativity of eos’s savior to be.
reticence, a formality when in the presence of not one — but two kings ( one of which without crown ), manifested an excuse for the trio to remain silent until such a time as the caelums necessitate answer. naturally, the elder of the two brothers could listen to himself narrate his every concept. to pretend as though such a soliloquy was genuinely fascinating remains an arduous challenge for the youngest, izunia, though his tolerance for his sibling is exercised nonetheless. that is not to say ardyn’s reflections were any of the sort repetitive, or irking — rather, a hereditary disinterest from one brother to the next. ardyn thrives within cognition, appropriating any means of conversation from the intellectual stimulus of another. to say the two present foil characteristics — ones periodically brought forth to their attention — was an understatement.
“ oh , i’m not sure . it’s so hard to decide . perhaps it’s the lighting —— no , that can’t be right . ahh … we were on such a good streak with you , cor — hmmn … but something is missing . ” solitary finger meets indeterminacy of cognizance, tapping the flat of its deliberation on cusp of chin. a mirror, impartial to the flush of the deity’s cheekbones in having the chosen so near, communicates ardyn’s ambition. to refine the attire of the man to remain at his side — dutifully hitched — takes time he never bargained for; an aesthetic obstacle to his patience. notably, ardyn has always prioritized the augmentative appeal of others before himself ( as his comes naturally ). thus, cor leonis must be handled his way.
initiative vacillates behind amber optics; composition of stature immune to cor’s alluding for izunia’s rescue. ‘ help me , ’ says the lamb, but it had long wandered into the fox’s den. fortunately, ardyn is gentle — of moderate appetite; no more voracious than the ‘ shepherd ’ from whom he departed. a fox will be without supper, instead dining on the companionship of that which wandered to its territory. an emotive generosity to be lost, come further exposure to the scourge. the flavour of cor’s nervousness tugs lips beyond that of conventional amity; a clever trick of appendages as they converge to proximate belt clasp.
“ let us ——— experiment further . i say —— start with nothing . i simply cannot work with a half - finished canvas . your preference for clothes is hideous when not appointed to you , brother . how i ever let you decide his garments thus far escapes me — ” before alacrity of digits permits ardyn to unfasten the leather strap of cor leonis’s waist, fingers are halted, seized by divinity; the verbosity of motion lost behind paled, azure hues. forthcoming nudity alarms the god; his brother as well.
clearing of throat, reverberated from one of two closest the mirror, is protracted; a reluctance shared transversely to window sill as izunia removes himself from sunlight’s luminosity and approaches the merger of hands.
‘ that’s enough , ’ he says. the eldest complies.
Kneels in front of him: ❛ To serve the King of Light is my calling. I am sworn to protect you and to keep you safe from harm wherever you may go. My place is by your side. ❜ ( my blog isn't even finish but have t h i s )
forlorn merriment of the throne room’s ambiance rests upon static tongue of the elder brother. an aspiring tension oscillates posture of the caelums, both of which encompass a variant superiority over the other. izunia, the coronated ruler of the capital, political monarch and governor of the realm; ardyn, the majesty of the crystal’s conviction, stands before a deity who poses to swear allegiance only to the chosen. two kings with one crown. it rests within the hair of the youngest, yet the heavens and people of insomnia know very well it belongs to their healer. for he will be their liberator; the deliverer of the conclusion to their suffering.
ankle pursues familiarity of stipulation, height descending the steps of his brother’s entitlement ( THE THRONE ). ardyn’s temperament discards the aesthetical supremacy of the cathedra for the providence of this figure. fealty manages curvature of spine, the male’s eyes affixed to reflections across luxuriant flooring. he does not meet amber gaze. the subtlety of this evasion defeats him, dubbed “ cor leonis ”. lips ripple to a soothing smile, mused by the prospect of celestials grappling with timidity. nearness of the male to which he commits, a token of insurance weighing the being’s shoulders into candid subservience, molds proximate haste in declaration.
“ to serve the king of light is my calling . i am sworn to protect you and keep you safe from harm wherever you may go . my place is by your side . ”
ardyn’s sobriety is curtained by an exultant glimpse of porcelain teeth, incisors feeding into suppleness of bottom lip ( A PAUSE , CONSIDERING ). mischievous dimples breech idleness of complexion, optics highlighting the astral’s gentility. there is a particular charm to his refinement, dexterity in his sophistication. ardyn’s gaze fleetingly consults with izunia atop his chair over yonder, formality accosting his pupils in return. JEALOUSY. lungs filter discouragement, returning to that which bends the knee. sarcasm restores him.
“ —— wherever i may go , hmm ? in sickness and in health ? cursed be he who would seek to tear us asunder ? you share an unyielding devotion with the glacian — impose an aura of resilience , as with leviathan —— but what of your duty ? am i to believe you are nothing more than a shield ? you court us with your eyes , but more lies beyond them . ”
lithe finger deferentially collects the salient curve of celestial chin, maneuvering it upwards, with gradient motion coaxing oceanic hues away from floor’s surface.
“ you will aid me in life , to honor me in death —— i know your purpose , and i have no intention of being reminded of it . so —— flatter me until my last breath , lest you intend to suppress that smile of yours . ”
