Can We Have 028?

i was thinking moonlight with MythLu? thank u. sorry for bothering u.

You aren’t a bother. If writing was a bother, my ask box wouldn’t be open.

108 - Moonlight

The moon was bright in the sky, turning the room into a strange pattern of shadows and strange patches of white and different shades of gray.

And Myth couldn’t sleep. He had fallen asleep, woken up, due to a nightmare, he couldn’t remember clearly anymore and then had found himself laying awake, heart still beating to fast, thoughts still running. Normally, he would have gotten up, left the bed and found himself a book. There was always paperwork in his office, waiting to ge finished.

But he wasn’t alone and there wasn’t paperwork needed to distract himself from these feelings anymore.

His Princess, to be his Queen (always his Goddess, but he had the feeling, she wouldn’t react well to that title) was still asleep, the moonlight illuminating her form.

He didn’t dare to cast a mage light, she had proven before that she was sensitive enough to notice, even when asleep and it was enough that he was awake. And the moon was bright enough anyway.

He watched her for a bit, before he carefully reached out and grabed her hand. Both of them didn’t sleep well too close to each other. As nice as the feeling was, it felt restrictive to sleep like that. Trapped.

It was enough if the other one was there when they woke up, not that they slept together often. The king just wasn’t sure how to find a chaperon that could keep a good eye on them, regarding how both of them could magically change places.

Closing his eyes again, he concentrated on listening to her breaths and the fingers around his, he drifted off back to sleep. Even so, he was sure that her grip tightened at some point.

039 - Dreams

Dreams were an odd thing. Myth knew that. Just as he knew their unreliability.

They were things that had been, may have been and could be. Good and bad.

Myth liked to think that his wishes shown during pleasant dreams would come true. Just as he wished that the bad things would disappear from the surface of the world and take their pyres, gallows, blades and blunt weapons with them together with the screams and phantom smell of blood, sometimes creeping out of his nightmares into his awakened state.

Even if he wished for good things for himself, he wasn’t sure that he wanted them, if he would ever need to relive these kinds of dreams for it.

These could stay dreams and never come back to reality.

Maybe some Myth x Lucette angst? "092. Die for you"?

092 - Die for you

'I would die for you.' Why was that sentence deemed so romantic, used as a declaration of love, when the reality about it was so terrifying?

Myth had never said these words, never indicated anything in that direction. They both hadn't known, what exactly was going on between them. Unsure, how to define it, fearing how pushing it further may change it into something suffocating.

She had never said these words either.

But during that one moment were Alcaster had managed to break free from the fight where Karma and Fritz were trying to subdue him, set in his decision to make the reason for his coup failing disappear-!

Lucette had only noticed what happened when the blood was already soaking through her clothes and Waltz was pulling her away so Rumpel could go about his work.

And now, she was damned to wait, listening to weak breaths, hoping he would wake again and not just stop breathing at some point.

099?

099 - Solitude

Myth reveledin being alone after a long day of play-pretend to be someone else. Someone,who didn't appreciate what his Queen had done. Someone with no connection toher.

The solitudewas calming, relaxing even. No need to keep his feelings from his face, no needto keep the glamour as strong. No need for the mask.

He knew howlong he would need to hold out. The princess birthday was arriving and passingand the next one was going to happen one year after that. But still not the onehe wanted. He needed her eighteenth one.

Until thenhe couldn't slip up, not even in front of Alcaster, who only knew he was a witchand not as fond of the king as he pretended.

Solitude wasthe only safe state, a state of no one being around. No danger being present.No one he needed to wear the mask for.

Oh! Can we have one for 047, please?

And one small thing done. ^___^

047 - Homonculi

There were tales,even for magic users, just not Fairytales. Just tales of dreams, of powersunreachable, of magic unattached to a Crystallum. Sometimes, in a lull of workMyth looked for them. Most of them were so over the top that it was ridiculous,others were simply tales of worlds that never were and never would be, of deedsdone that were impossible to ever happen.

Butsometimes it was a good inspiration. One of the topics being especially interestingwas Alchemy.

Creating gold,creating immortality, creating homunculi - artificial life. While every single oneof these points was ridiculous, it was still the perfect inspiration, for whatto do about dear Fritzgerald’s (foreseeable) refusal to help them.

Varg, wasn’ta homunculus. He wasn’t created from nothing; his base was what the knightrepressed, based on the knight himself, filled into the same body. And whilegetting rid of Fritz wouldn’t be fast, it would be steady, a slow replacementby something that normally wouldn’t come exist, tailored to their needs.

Waltz: What's your problem?

Mythros: You. You are my problem.

Hi Dicesuki? I would like to take home the asshole evil dude who claims he does not need love but is lowkey desperate for some kind of positive affirmation and affection, please and thank you.

My happiness about this blog existence is too big. So can you maybe write a Drabble about Myth’s first weeks in Hildyr’s training? How was he adjusting to this new life and all that? If it’s ok for you.

I live to write! ^___^

I hope this is along the line of what you wished for. (I may have escalated it a bit towards the end…)

“This will be yours.”

The door was closed now and Myth was alone in the roomthe queen had just assigned him.

‘Yours’ she had said. His. This was his.

This whole room.

A whole room for himself after years of running andhiding and fearing the cold of the night and used to the pain of hunger.

Hesitating for a moment, he stepped further into theroom, the wood of the floor not even creaking under his weight.

Clothes had been the first thing provided by thequeen, upon deciding he was worth some of her time. A street child had no placefollowing the queen around.

Standing in the middle of the room didn’t makeanything disappear. In a strange way it made everything more surreal and realat the same time.

Smooth, painted walls and a window. A drawer and acupboard. A nightstand and a bed.

Drawer and cupboard proved to be empty, but what wouldhave been in there? He hadn’t brought anything with him.

The sight from the window was met with darkness.Whatever was on the other side, it was too dark outside to see at the moment.

The bed was real. Soft and warm and utterly heavenly.

Exhaustion, mixed with the surreal new situation hewas in soon enough swirled together into the dreams he would never remember.

Myth wasn’t trusting this new routine quite yet.

He got up in the morning, got a meal, started on hislessons and worked on them until either he was finished or night arrived, onlyinterrupted by another meal in the evening.

It was strange to not need to worry about thingsanymore. It was… nice. A sense of security had severely missed and mournedwhen his childhood home had turned to ashes.

There was food, there was warm clothing and rain andcold weren’t a problem anymore, because he was inside heated, dry rooms duringhis studies.

He didn’t trust this peace. People didn’t just sweepin and took in orphans. It just didn’t happen!

Not that he dared to voice that thought. Especiallynot to the person, who had rescued him. No reason to bite the hand that fed him-in this case literally!

He was here, because the queen wanted it, learned fromher, because she wished so.

He needed to figure out why.

There was another apprentice, Waltz.

He was a bit younger than Myth, but had also been herefor a bit longer.

And the queen wasn’t teaching them together. For somereason it gnawed at Myth.

Why not? What was the reason? They couldn’t bedifferent in skill if she had decided to teach them both…

Myth found himself paying attention. Especially to howmuch time the queen spent on whom (her daughter taken out of the equation, shewas a blood relative, the princess rating higher than him in the queen’spriorities wasn’t surprising).

The queen spent… a lot more time on Waltz.

Why? He had watched the other boy and he wasn’t a goodstudent at all! Sure, he got the material quickly, but shirked the lessonswhenever possible!

Maybe she spent more time on him, because she knewthat as well…

Yes… that was it. Surely it was that.

But… why would she keep sucha troublesome student around?

There was pain flaring when he moved, the welts on hisback burning.

He should have known better than agreeing to do thatboy a favour! No one would know, he had said. Nothing would happen, Waltz had promised!

“I thought better of you… Butit seems, I need to remember you, who you’re owing your place… And how easilythat gift is taken away.”

The room was dark. Cold. Somewhere underground.Layered with something that kept magic just out of his reach.

No light. No warmth. No power. Hunger gnawing at him.Thirst burning in his throat.

How long had he been in here? How much time hadpassed? He wanted out, he felt so powerless and weak and he didn’t want to feellike that again -pleaseletmeout!Ogodthedarknessisdrowningme!Pleasepleaseplease!It'schokingme!IpromiseIwon'teverdoitagain!Pleaseletmeout!

He didn’t remember the darkness taking hisconsciousness away.

…

“Look at you, you learned yourlesson so well! Lets see, if you’re a good student after all.”

The words were somehow in his mind when he woke up. Asif someone had said them just before he woke up.

The whip marks on his back were bandaged, the softlight of the dawn was streaming inside the room through the window, a meal onthe nightstand next to the bed.

It took a few days for him to get over himself and askWaltz about what happened.

Nothing had happened to him.

Nothing had happened to him.

NoThINghaDhapPendtOhiM!

Myth found himself hating Waltz.

Waltz, who got his queen’s personal attention, despitehis disobedience.

The prodigy, who never took his lessons serious.

The one favourite, who never even got punished!

He deserved nothing!

Myth would prove it. He would get his queen to look athim. He just needed to make up for the first slight.

He would prove that he was worth it!

There were new scars on his back, now.

His thoughts were kind of hazy to grasp.

He remembered darkness…

Right, he had been studying by himself, topics notassigned by his teacher…

He hated Waltz.

He wouldn’t disobey his teacher again.

He was a good student.

Pain. Darkness.

He hated Waltz.

He wouldn’t question his queen.

He was a good student.

Pain. Darkness.

He hated Waltz.

His queen’s decisions were absolute andwithout fault.

He was a good student.

Pain. Darkness.

He hated Waltz.

His queen was perfect.

He was a good student.

Pain. Darkness.

He hated Waltz.

His queen was perfect.

Pain. Darkness.

His queen was perfect.

Pain. Darkness.

His queen was perfect.

Pain. Darkness.

His queen was perfect.

Pain. Darkness.

His queen was perfect.

Pain. Darkness.

She was perfect.

Pain. Darkness.

She was perfect.

She was perfect.She was perfect.She was perfect.Shewas perfect.She was perfect.She was perfect.She was perfect.She was perfect.Shewas perfect.

Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.Shewasperfect.

He would give her everything.

please ma'am I need a Myth/Lucette friendship before she was cursed

"Princess, I think your pet knight is catching up on something," Mythros' voice was calm, as he put the book away. A clear indication that the time was up soon. "And he may be planning to murder me."

"Fritz isn't my pet," she glared at him and then turned away again to glance down at the streets below them. "And don't be stupid. There is no reason for him to do anything to you."

"The king is also getting suspicious, how no one is able to find you, whenever he plans to have you interact with the new family members and how you always no of it beforehand. Especially when you're just 'taking a stroll through the gardens'," her father's advisor continued. "And you're underestimating your pet knight's protectiveness."

Lucette gave him a short glare and then demonstratively turned her face up and away, snubbing him. He only chuckled and she wanted to glare at him again.

He had only dared to call her adorable to her face once. But she knew he was thinking it.

"I don't think your father would object to us spending time together. He may even prefer it to you holing yourself up alone," the man finally said. "But they're starting to notice."

It made Lucette want to snarl how strangers intruded on her ordered life.

"We're not doing anything forbidden," she grumbled.

"We're on a roof outside the palace, I transported us to via magic," the witch's voice was flat.

"And keeping us hidden with it as well," she added. But she knew what he was talking about. She was the only one in the palace knowing that he had magic.

But she didn't want people intruding even further on her life than her stepsiblings already did. Didn't want to share these breaks she got from the palace and the whispers floating in the hallways. But Emelaigne was insistent on tracking her down to spend time with her. As such her disappearances were no longer as unnoticed as she wished.

But this was hers. Her choice. Her decision. And she didn't want it taken away. Myth had never said that he was a witch specifically but fairies weren't hiding what they were.

Her father was also not ranting against witches ever second or third day.

"It's time to go back," he said.

Taking a deep breath, she got up , steeled herself and grabbed his hand to let him lead her back through the portal into the palace gardens.

Can I request Myth interacting with Hildyr?

Have Hildyr “teaching“ him.

Myth couldfeel the gaze of his queen on him, feeling sweat running down his neck.

The orb ofwater over his hand was unsteady and quivering. Not the stable, glass like orb Waltzhad managed after a few minutes.

His orb wasalso slowly shrinking, small drops falling away slowly until it simply collapsed.There was a shaky silence following it. “Do it again. And keep it up this time,”came the cold instruction and Myth hurried to follow it.

Spreadmagic into the water, grab it, lift it, hold it. But it hurt. He was training since the late morning and his reserves werealmost empty and he was getting dizzy. His hands were shaking, he was startingto feel really cold and there was a headache building up.

“Hold it.”He was trying to. He really was, but the room was quivering and everythingseemed unstable- “Hold it!”

It feltlike ice shards starting to creep through his veins, piercing cold and painful-“Hold. It!”

When hewoke up, he was laying on the floor, he had been standing on during practice. Thelight of the sun had shifted, indicating a few hours had passed.

Carefullypushing himself up, he looked around. His queen was nowhere to be seen.

He had…disappointed her again, it seemed. At the beginning he and Waltz seemed to beroughly the same, but with every new task, it became more visible that hisresources were smaller.

And withevery new failure her disdain got worse.

The door openedand there was his queen.

“Finallyawake, I see. Pick yourself up and come with me. I have a task for you.”

Set on notdisappointing her again, he scrambled to his feet, ignoring his exhaustion andnausea and followed her.