No. 70 (wanton) And Make It Sexy ;)

This is really cute! I really love the drawing style. :D

stop going off-script Alcaster

051 - Games

For some reason people were always set to compare people in their plans to chess pawns. Myth knew that kind of thinking -had followed it at some point- but had in the end abandoned it. Real life situations were way more complicated than games.

More important as well and way harder to control. You couldn’t just restart, put pawns back on the board or undo a turn. The rules changed as the persons involved changed. Left the pattern, joined it, changed their views or what they wanted.

Chess didn’t fit it. Chess had only two players controlling a set of figurines without a free will, following an unchanging set of rules. Real life was… variable. Even know there were at least four sites to the situation. Whoever had the princess, the king and his loyal followers, Alcaster and his coup, himself and his allegiance to the late queen and maybe even the Lucis bearer and her allies. And there was also the unpredictability of people meeting at random and forming alliances.

No, these things really weren’t like common games. It didn’t even exist a clear win or lose. There was still the possibility of things turning south and him being able to slip away unfollowed, like after the rebellion. Not losing, but not winning either. The chance for another try.

He would see what the future would bring.

Well, here it goes. After lurking for quite some time, I decided to make myself known. Myth(ros) needs some love and I love writing. I just suck at coming up with plots. As such I opened the ask box for requests regarding scenes, drabbels or small one shots regarding the guy, who had a route planned but was scratched in the end. (And dies in four of five routes, getting frozen in ice in the remaining one. Only reason I want to have the Rod-Route in CP Evermore.)

I’ll not touch NSFW stuff for now. I’ll put up a note, if that changes.

I’m not a native English speaker, but I hope people will still enjoy what I’ll manage to put together.

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.

Why did you spare me?

An angsty drabble because I was in the mooooooooooooooooooooooooooood. I miss drabbling…. BEWARE OF SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO TRIGGER WARNDING FOR BLOOD AND MENTIONED DEAD BODIES

Weiterlesen

How would myth react to being in a love and having a love rival.

Well, here is what I came up with.

Was kind of tricky to work out and hope it isn’t too far fetched.

He ran intoher by accident. Even a year after her disappearance there were stillpossessions of his queen in the palace he had hidden away and sneaked into moresecure hiding places whenever he had the chance.

Like in thisnight, when he was moving the stash of magical books to somewhere else.

The librarywas dark when he had retrieved the first books and it was still dark when hecame back for more, dawn just dusting the horizon.

But now therewas someone else in the library as well. Stepping back into the darkest shadowshe slipped to the stash, made sure it was safely hidden and then went toinvestigate.

It was ayoung woman, not older than himself, taking books from the shelves and puttingthem onto a cart. Myth didn’t know her. The rebellion of the traitor had gottensome personal replaced due to ‘questionable actions’ under the reign of thequeen.

It was thesame reason why the former advisor had been let go, allowing him to slip intothe court.

It seemedthis woman was new as well.

Auburn hairframed a light skinned face with dark eyes. From the clothes she was wearingshe was either higher middle-class or lower high-class. Well, this wasn’t hisproblem. He barely interacted with the staff at all in anyway.

Myth saw heragain, when he was forced to consult the royal library for a dictionary  to better translate a contract he was tryingto make sense off.

She waschattering with a maid, passing by the shelf he was looking over and -when helooked over to identify the noise makers- she gave him a cheerful wave. Forcinghimself to stay in character of his new personality, he nodded back and thenscratched that meeting from his mind.

Then he runinto her for real.

For somereason the king was permanently shoving more work his way. On one hand, it wasa clear sign of being trusted. On the other hand, the man was most likelysimply trying to get out of tiresome and boring paperwork, now that his queenwasn’t terrifying people into respecting contracts anymore.

Myth roundedthe corner of a hallway and smashed into someone, paperwork sent flying.

They wereboth apologetic about the meeting, she embarrassed and he just done with theday, both collecting their own work which had scattered over the hallway andgoing their way.

An hour laterhe needed to hunt her down, because he was missing some sheets.

Her name, itturned out, was Elena. She had lived outside the capital in a town not far awayuntil the Great War ended and she had come to the capital looking for work,getting hired as a library.

She wascheerful, open and always up for making new friends. And she seemed to deemevery new person she talked to a friend.

Him included.

After thepaperwork incident -and yes, she did hold onto the sheets, because she didn’tknow if she could simply hand them off to another servant, proving the abilityof thinking sensible thoughts- she seemed set greet him every time they crossedways.

In thehallways, when she passed by his office, when he was forced to look somethingup in the library, it didn’t seem to matter to her.

The onlyreason why Myth didn’t leash out on her, was her ability to see when she wasinterrupting something and letting it be, leaving him alone to work through it.It was… kind of nice.

It took a fewmonths before he got a better grip on what she was like. How she was a bit shyaround strangers with no one around she knew and always willing to approach newpeople as long as she had a friend around. She didn’t like people mistreatingbooks -even had a slight temper there- and loved reading.

Myth foundhimself even slightly enjoying her company, it was way less offending than thetraitor had ever been, if only because she could stay quiet.

It took sometime for Myth admit to himself that he enjoyed Elena’s company. She was-everything considered- way less complicated than most women he had been forcedto interact with.

He likedbeing around her. He could make comments about books she understood, even makea bit of fun about how ridiculous some of the poetry books were, with theirperception of love and how it made everything just better and how marryingsolved every problem.

Then he foundhimself looking at books he had read some time ago and wondered if she wouldlike them. Was it something she may have read already? Something she would findinteresting? Or something she would put aside as boring?

Why did heeven care? His focus should be somewhere else completely, on securing andstabilizing the kingdom, so his queen would have everything she needed upon herreturn.

Why did hecare?

He… couldn’tanswer it.

Myth foundhimself thinking more about that question while living his days in hisdisguise. And then decided to just let it go.

He was workingon keeping the kingdom secured and he needed to wait a few more years for hisqueen to be released anyway.

As it was, heentered the library and found Elena joking with a young man.

She quicklyintroduced them. He was a young noble, visiting the castle and introducedhimself as Richard, complimenting him on achieving the position he had at hisage. Myth kept the conversation light and curious about the reasons about theman’s visit.

Richard was,as it turned out, visiting on behalf of his family, and had asked and receivedthe allowance to use the royal library for it.

Myth let itgot and went his way.

For somereason it bothered him that Richard was there, spending time with Elena.

And for somereason it bothered him that she was looking at him like- …like what?

When histhoughts caught up with him, Myth stilled. Why did he care that these two werespending time together? It was, all things considered, none of his business. Hehad way to much work to do anyway to play babysitter for two adults.

So why did itkeep bothering him?

He keptpondering that thought, trying to sort out his own mind.

The firstthing he really noted was, that he felt unnaturally happy and relaxed aroundher.

The nextthing was that -for some reason- he really liked her smiling at him.

And the lastfact was that for some reason he really couldn’t stand that man.

What the hellwas wrong with his mind? He would need to ponder that more…

Days blurredinto weeks and Myth found himself… strangely stressed.

He visitedthe library on occasion, always finding them in either blissful silence (hestayed a bit if that was the case) or in animated discussion (he left).

In a way hefelt… angry. He wasn’t sure at what. Like someone had intruded on somethingthat was his. Which wasridiculous. He had no reason to claim ownership to anything of the library.

Days passed,his mood riding and falling, him grumbling under his breath and the kinghearing and commenting -sounding way too amused- if he was jealous.

The commentmade something inside him freeze.

He thoughtabout it, when he was alone.

Was hejealous? He disliked Richard, disliked how he spent his time with Elena,disliked how she looked at the man, but not him-!

…was he…attached? Did he… like her?

More timepassed and Myth pondered this new revelation, remembering how comfortable hefelt around her.

…maybe heshould… do something about it?

The smallgifts were easy enough to come by.

Nothing too expensive,no reason to get intrusive or pushy. Richard did not seem to appreciate the newattention on Elena, glaring at him when she wasn’t looking.

He justraised a brow at the man, daring him to make a scene.

It still wentdownhill in the end.

He didpretend to be someone else, after all.

It was aninnocent enough conversation up to the point where fairytales came up.

There wereinterpretations thrown around, obscure ones retold (there were no books aboutthem in the library) and at some point it went to the source of this gap.

“I heard thequeen burned the books. As if it would erase everything,” Elena sighted,putting a book away, “I mean, just burning a few books doesn’t erase thecontent. There are more copies after all.”

“What do youmean with erase everything?” Myth asked, morbidly curious.

“What witchesdid. I mean, the fairytales tell you all what happened and so many of them areso gruesome!” the young woman shuddered, “I mean, these things must have beenreally bad to get written down. I’m sure you could add a few recent ones fromthe war as well!”

“We couldcall it ‘Rise of the Fairies’!” Richard added laughing, “What do you think,Mythros?”

“I rememberthat there were a few witches as well in the uprising,” he said after a shortbout of silence, fighting down seething rage and boiling blood.

“Sure! Andthe witch queen and the fairy leader were friends once! Would give it quite thedramatic spin!” she laughed, “But then it would just be a story!”

It isn’t justa are story. The tales are just a story! There is nothing true about them-!

Myth feltsomething squirming inside him, heart hammering, he forced his body to relax.

“Have fundiscussing it,” he said, voice neutral, “I have paperwork to get through.”

Later in theday, in the privacy of his own home he raged.

It was thefollowing day that he passed the painting of his queen.

He stopped and turned to the portrait.

The queen was looking down on him, eyes cold,unyielding and judging.

What had he been thinking anyway? Itwasn’t like he had time to waste on something like that. He had way more important things to get done.

ScratchingElena from his mind, he turned away from the canvas and went his way. Shouldthe two, naive idiots have each other.

His loyalty was to the queen and no one else. No oneelse was important. No one else mattered.

can we have 028?

Enjoy. ^__^

028 - Anguish

The worldwas unfair. Myth had known that since the Hunts. This was simply the worldtaking it a bit further.

How couldthe traitor dare?!

As it was,there was nothing, Myth could do. Nothing outside of staring at the crystal encasedform. Wondering about her status was maddening. Was she sleeping? Aware of hersurroundings, unable to move or make herself known? Was she in pain? Did sheeven notice that time passed?

Having theonly person willing to support him was maddening!He still could remember her last words, promising sweet rewards for hisloyalty, but until then-

The fear of being found. The traitor returning,finding the cure to his curse. The traitor finding him, killing him for realthis time.

The pain uponlosing to him during the rebellion had been real, physical. Knowing that he couldstill turn back up while he was bound protecting the queen-!

It gnawed athim. Kept him awake. And while the wounds healed, there was still the dangerand the worry and nothing he could do outside of waiting and preparation.

It drovehim mad. But there was nothing he could do to stop this anguish.

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.

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)

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034 - Mechanical

Over theyears the action of renewing the glamour on himself had become an automated actionof his body he didn't even need to pay attention to. He could do it halfasleep. Had done so multiple times already. It had become a mechanical actionto him, when it had started out as a must to stay hidden.

Now it wassimply a mechanical action of him, build into a routine. Just like sitting downon the desk in his office and stamping and/or signing papers.

Time wasgnawing at him, at his mind, lulling him into a sense of secureness. But asmechanical as it was to him, as ingrained as the action was, it didn't meanthat it would work forever. He was a witch and the princess was going toinherit the Tenebrarum. And then it would only be a matter of time until shenoticed the witch in the palace.

The routinewas safe, but only for the moment. Working like a machine was only useful whenthe setting stayed the same.

He simplyneeded to make sure that the situation was in his favor when the machine becameuseless.