051 - Games

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.

You can trust my opinion because I have a lot to gain by being right and I have severe tunnel vision about achieving my goals.

Mythros, probably (via incorrectdicesukiquotes)

no. 70 (wanton) and make it sexy ;)

Alright, my first try on a NSFW work.I hope it doesn’t disapoint.(and was surprisngly difficult to figure out.I am open for complains and critics.)

NSFW

NSFW

070 -Wanton

Most of thetime Myth restrained himself. His mission was important, going above every privateneed and needed his uttermost attention. There was no time to build up andharvest a relationship and to enjoy the fruits of it.

Andeverything was much more uncomplicated, if it got bought down to a simplebusiness deal.

There werealways some women in a big city -and this was the capital! -that were makingtheir money by offering specific services.

And usingthese services tended to be also much easier, if he got tired of a specific woman.Or wanted more than one. And every single one had areas they exceeded in, to becalled on depending on what was wanted. And the tendency to always pay for servicesrendered gave him a good reputation among these girls.

Christinewas for quick meetings, slipping in and out of buildings and to offer her warmbody and soft lips in the short breaks between lunch and starting up with workagain.

Alessa wasperfect for longer meetings with long, wavy black hair and deep blue eyes,moaning shamelessly under him in the bed of his private room in the palace (whichwas the only bedroom he had ever invited a woman into for safety reasons) whileshielded of by a silencing spell.

Catherinewas someone who was visited instead of called. With Auburn hair and dark brown eyes,she tended to add massages to the service for the right price and loyalcustomers after the deed was done.

And then therewere always the odd ones in between, he didn't bother remembering, with hot skinpressed against him, teeth nipping his skin and sweet pleasure and the grantedrelief from buildup stress. And generally, both parties tended to part satisfied.And how many he was calling on exactly… well, that was alone his own business.

Hello! Can i please ask for #029 with a dash of soulmate au? (If you are still taking requests that is.) Thank you!

That turned out a bit longer than expected. But then you need a bit of a background and world building for soulmate AUs.

Have fun with that one.^^

029 - Curious

Despite everything Lucette had always been curious about the tattoo that had appeared on her breastbone, ending just below the neckline of her dress.

Next to the white lily blossom that had been there as long as she remembered a second plant had slowly stated to grow. First starting as a line next to it and slowly spread out next to the broad leaves and the stem of the lily, slowly gaining more and more details.

It was not normal and while she detested Delora for cursing her, she had still taken advantage of being around a witch and had managed to get her alone to ask.

And in the two weeks she hadn’t really looked at it since she got cursed, the thin black lines of the tattoo had broadened into a fully recognizabel branch adorned with white flowers, thin and straight leaves spreading out from it, accompanying smaller whiter blossoms.

And since then she had been introduced to the principle of soulmates, which were common among magic users and much more rare among normal humans.

A pair always shared the same tattoo in the same place, starting out with one flower and then a second one slowly appearing. The smell of the flower you started out with, would always be the one strongest to you, and the smell of it always with you, only noticabel for the partner.

Lucette liked lilys because of their posture, straight and tall and elegant, but she also loved their sweet smell, always so much sweeter than anything else, only matched by the scent of the second flower.

She could live with the lily describing herself. It was her favorite.

The second flower that had appeared on her was white blooming oleander. She had never seen it in the palace gardens, never smelled it before, but the books she read to research the flower, described a sweet scent. And a visit to a park only proved that one true.

And curiosity was what drove her to search the city for the person accompanied by a matching scent.

The curiosity was what drove her to follow Rod through the passage into palace, when she caught a hint of the smell on him.

The curiosity was what drove her to shout out the warning to Mythros, as Alcaster tried to kill him from behind.

Mythros smacking Alcaster’s sword asside with magic and pulling a dagger out of his sleeve and pinning the mans arm to the wall by driving it throught the attackers palm without hesitation or any kind of expression reminded her of yet the last paragraph, she had read about the plant.

No matter how pretty it was or how harmless it looked for not having thorns and sweet smelling blossoms, no horse or cattle would willingly eat it and shy away from it as it was highly poisonous.

Myth hadn’t bothered to give a closer thought about the tattoo appearing on his chest for years, had never bothered to take a closer look at it until the evening after the princess had disappeared from the palace and all the rage and worries broke out when he was finally alone in his home and found himself looking into the bathroom mirror when changing into less noticable clothing to match a coat with hood to check in with his informants in the city.

The image of a second flower having joined the blooming branch he had never bothered to identify threw him off, just as much as the kind of flower that was there.

The white lily seemed like a mockery, slapping into his face that -despite what he had told himself during the last years- there may be something for him in this world beside his servitude to the queen. Something that was his on a level no one could simply take away.

Soulmates didn’t always get along, but the reports that he had found during the years had always found the problem in how set one or both parts were about what their partner was supposed to be like.

He had never even imagined having such a partner, regarding how many had died during the Hunts, leaving many with a tattoo unmatched.

And now he found himself curious, who fate deemed fitting for him.

White Lilies stood for majesty and purity and in some interpretations even innocence.

The curiosity also gave him enough drive to identify his own plant, despite his already heavy workload of keeping Alcaster happy, hiding the Tenebrarum and his Queen, doing his work as the king’s advisor, finding and organizing witches that may be sympatetic to his cause once the Queen was free again and looking for the princess. And sometimes he strolled around the city when his head was too full, trying to pinpoint the smell of lilies in streets with way to many smells to clearly pinpoint anything.

Distilling the extract of white oleander and creating an oil was an art in itself, especially because he couldn’t risk cases of poisoning on accident.

But the smell would stick when he was gone and may lead his soulmate to him when he was unable to find that person.

And everthing came to bear when there was a shout behind him, warning him just in time to keep getting killed by Alcaster, accompanied by the sweetest smell he could imagine.

The resulting comotion had multiple causes.

Alcaster, who was the head knight, had just tried to kill someone and his small legion of knights had just tried to stage a coup.

The princess warning him, counted enough of a good deed that the count of three was full for her curse, breaking it, making everyone remember her.

Myth highly protective and dazed by the revelation of who his mate was, was not willing to put her into any kind of danger and didn’t bother hiding the exact extend of his power to deal with knights, who thought that pointing a few sharp blades at him for intimidation and ended up with shelves getting pulled down onto them outside the unlucky soul, who got thrown out of a window.

The king would hopefully forgive him the mess.

But as everything died down, Alcaster taken away into the dungeons away from the knights loyal only to him, the princess settled back into the palace and the repairs and clean up started, Myth got called to the king.

When he got asked, if there was anything else he had hidden, there was a choice.

He could lie and say no. The Tenebrarum was still savely hidden, the Queen with it. But the traitor had been living with the princess and may turn up soon, spilling everything about him and the Lucis bearer was more than powerful enough to find the Crystallum and the Queen enclosed in it. Plans destroyed, planning useless and even his mate gone from his grasp.

And while his Queen may not have bothered to get involved in soulmate business, if his mate had been anyone else, his mate was her daughter, who should be loyal to only her and not get protective of a possible mate.

He wanted to live. He wanted to keep his mate. He couldn’t have his Queen and his mate.

His words like barbed wire in his throat, he started talking.

108 - Moonlight

The moonlight remembered Myth of the Crystallum temporarily under his care. It was silverfish white, not blinding and -like the Crystallum at the moment- only shining in the dark.

And just like the moon was mirrored by the sun with its warm golden light, the Tenebrarum was mirrored by the Lucis, radiating warmth were the witch crystal was always emitting cold.

Myth could still remember the fight between the bearers back then (an occasion where he hadn’t tried his luck and got away to a safe distance to not become collateral damage), as both temperatures had dipped into the uncomfortable to deadly extreme and clashed, the golden glow almost racing after him, as he had lunged around a corner.

It had been a good decision, for he had needed to get his queen to safety soon after.

This whole incident was also the reason why he preferred the moonlight over the sunlight. It was much easier to enjoy the light with the colour that hadn’t almost burned him out of his life back then. Even if the other party thought so.

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.

Well, I believe that murder should be legal if the person is a jerk.

Mythros, about Waltz, probably (via incorrectdicesukiquotes)

111!!

111 - Coward

Myth was very sure that most of the knights and other people obsessed with waving swords around would call him a coward. But there was simply no reason he could think off to knowingly put himself into harms way! And why should he enter a fight he knew wouldn't end well for him? That was simply being stupid.

Running from danger you couldn't fight was a viable strategy to prolong your own life, it had already worked during the witch hunts after all. And even kept him saver than hoping that these stupid humans would simply leave him alone, just because he really wished they would.

Running and hiding was a strategy, he could live with, as long as he came out on top in the long run. Sure, some people may call him a coward, but at least he was an alive one.  

Someone asked about the scratched route about Myth, so I’ll link the posts from the official Dicesuki Tumblr blog. 

One about the routes that were planned and later scratched due to workload:

http://dicesuki.tumblr.com/post/159689810910/can-you-tell-us-anything-about-the-routes-you-were

And one about what Myth’s route would have involved:

http://dicesuki.tumblr.com/post/160236210260/what-would-the-mythros-route-have-even-entailed

myth and fritz drabble?

Have a small piece.

Sometimes Mythwasn’t sure how the knight was able to be so genuinely good.

It wasn’tthat the boy was trying to be charming or trying to woe her. He was… way tooobvious for that.

But in away they were the same. Bound by their oaths, their duties, their promises. Theknight was just way more open about it, his promises and oaths known. His dutiesnot needing to be hidden.

Both oftheir duties would be dangerous under specific circumstances. And none of themwould simply abandon them. It was just how they were. Even when they haddifferent reasons for it.

In the end,they were both just doing their jobs, driven and motivated by personal agendas.