KINGBREAKER

@ehstyl asked: "simply put, beloved, you are my better half. and i have no issues saying so to others."

Tell me how your muse describes my muse to other people

sender to receiver:

[ HOOK ] sender hooking a finger beneath receiver's jaw

[ PINCH ] sender holding receiver's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOK ] sender holding receiver's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICK ] sender telling receiver to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZE ] sender brushes their fingertip back and forth along receiver's jaw while they listen to receiver talk

[ DIRECT ] sender seeing that receiver is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACK ] sender grabs receiver's wrist and tugs them closer when receiver tries to walk away.

[ TOY ] sender fidgets with something receiver is wearing while receiver talks to them

[ STROKE ] sender absentmindedly plays with receiver's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPART ] sender is saying goodbye and kisses receiver's forehead

[ DRESS ] sender without prompting helps receiver put on a jacket

[ UNDRESS ] sender helps receiver remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILL ] sender refills receiver's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIX ] sender cleans something off of receiver's face

[ RUB ] sender places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULL ] sender sits next to receiver and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKON ] sender sees receiver and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDE ] sender is gently rubbing/scratching receivers back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEER ] seeing that receiver is scowling, sender rubs their thumb over the furrow between receiver's brows

[ TUCK ] sender finds receiver asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACE ] sender brushes their fingers along receiver's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSH ] sender brushes their hand up and down receiver's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEP ] sender holds receiver's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEAN ] sender looks over receiver's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while receiver shows them something

[ NUDGE ] sender grabs the chair receiver is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTEN ] sender is listening to receiver talk and picks up an object that belongs to receiver to fidget with

[ SEARCH ] sender searches out receiver's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check if they're okay

[ SMOOTH ] sender smooths their thumb over receiver's eyebrow

[ SLIP ] sender places their hand in receiver's back pocket while they walk together

receiver to sender:

[ HOOKING ] receiver hooking a finger beneath sender's jaw

[ PINCHING ] receiver holding sender's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOKING ] receiver holding sender's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICKING ] receiver telling sender to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZING ] receiver brushes their fingertip back and forth along sender's jaw while they listen to sender talk

[ DIRECTING ] receiver seeing that sender is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACKING ] receiver grabs sender's wrist and tugs them closer when sender tries to walk away.

[ TOYING ] receiver fidgets with something sender is wearing while sender talks to them

[ STROKING ] receiver absentmindedly plays with sender's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPARTING ] receiver is saying goodbye and kisses sender's forehead

[ DRESSING ] receiver without prompting helps sender put on a jacket

[ UNDRESSING ] receiver helps sender remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILLING ] receiver refills sender's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIXING ] receiver cleans something off of senders face

[ RUBBING ] receiver places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULLING ] receiver sits next to sender and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKONING ] receiver sees sender and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDING ] receiver is gently rubbing/scratching sender's back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEERING ] seeing that sender is scowling, receiver rubs their thumb over the furrow between sender's brows

[ TUCKING ] receiver finds sender asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACING ] receiver brushes their fingers along sender's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSHING ] receiver brushes their hand up and down sender's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEPING ] receiver holds sender's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something

[ NUDGING ] receiver grabs the chair sender is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTENING ] receiver is listening to sender talk and picks up an object that belongs to sender to fidget with

[ SEARCHING ] receiver seeks out sender's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check that they're okay

[ SMOOTHING ] receiver smooths their thumb over sender's eyebrow

Alright, 'happened' wasn't exactly the right word, though it had started that way with simply a need to run and get away for a moment. What had grabbed his attention was the odd sense of energy in the area.

He couldn't describe it, but perhaps through his own connection to the Speed Force, that at times mystical and ultimately mysterious energy source that propelled him and his 'family' he had sensed something off. Something about it that was telling him to keep away.

And Thad just couldn't adhere to that demand. He had to know even as his sense of self-preservation buzzed within him warning him not to.

THERE IS A SENSE OF FOREBODING TO GABRIEL SUMMERS'S VERY PRESENCE. he has a certain type of gravitas, of weight that makes him feel like a creature rather than a person. it is that way with many of the powerful mutants he's met, back at his original universe, but it is a strange sight in this new land. he feels alien as he very well should, considering he doesn't belong here. then again, does he belong anywhere?

the pupilless gaze remains upon the speedster.

"yes, it's me." he gestures around himself, the glowing aura around him. "i can be a little more comfortable over here than i would be somewhere... crowded. see, normal people don't like seeing flying, glowing men. it tends to make them... paranoid. or self-aware." he smiles, then, something small but a touch sinister.

This was not how Itlati preferred to serve other cultures. He needed time to prepare, to be select a Keiaki or translator who he could telepathically link with and help him understand the fine cultural nuances. But this was a situation of unknowns, both for him and the Menit at large.

A human and a mutant at the head of a Shi'ar empire. The Shi'ar at least were a known and predictable quantity, one that had rarely needed to be handled by specialized Omru. Even now as Itlati guided his ship, Itlati felt certain he was only assigned here because of his extensive time amongst the Yautja who's culture had some superficial similarities to the new Emperor. Slaves who had overthrown the hated creator race, the Mala'Kek and unlike the arrogant Shi'ar had proven themselves adept hunters of kainde amedha, the demon weapons.

Even the ship he piloted here was of Yautja manufacture, given to him when Kaail died. The gallery filled with trophies Kaail and his ancestors had won and those he and Itlati had collected together. Itlati missed him now, his pragmatism and directness so unlike his own people.

it had amused gabriel immensely to see the shock in the emperor's eyes when he died. why, he had truly thought him a mere slave, had he not? an upstart, a mere pet he could have steered alongside his sister. vulcan is certain that the few seconds between that realization and his death were painful enough to serve as punishment.

what he had not anticipated was how droll being majestor would be. cal'syee had been enlightening about his duties, his dearest lady wife always by his side, and much of his enthusiasm about taking power had been in her benefit. truth be told, he had no interest in politics, only revenge. at the heart of it all, all he had wanted was to avenge his mother's murder and somehow, somewhere along the way, that had landed him on the throne of the very imperium that once enslaved him.

the irony had been so delicious he couldn't quite pull away from it.

here in the wide expanse of the throne room of the palace in chandilar, he has met countless diplomats and ambassadors, all creatures of wiles and demands. most of the time, he had been content to allow his wife the honor of making deals, as the born royal of the two.

this time, the mental greeting scrapes against his psionic shielding and he makes a low noise of disapproval. telepaths bother him. they always have. he has enough manners not to mention it, but the golden-orange gaze set upon itlati is unyielding, unkind. deathbird quirks a brow at her husband before deciding to speak on his behalf. "be welcome to the imperium, itlatli of the menit. majestor vulcan and i would like to extend you our welcome. my husband is unused to the ways of your species."

"unused is not quite the word i would pick, cal'syee." he tilts his head as he speaks, curious but guarded. despite being human, there is a tone to his actions that makes him feel every bit the bird of prey the shi'ar tend to be. "i am merely wary of mind links. have you heard of my predecessor's shame?" charles xavier and his little pet parasite, cassandra nova. funny, how blood damns them all. he lowers his mental barriers a bit, enough to communicate without gaps. leaning over in his throne, that curiosity seems to still remain.

sentence prompts using lines from black isle studios’ planescape: torment. mature themes ahead. change pronouns as necessary.

time is not your enemy. forever is.

good advice is hard to come by.

i wonder what it was i said that made death reject me.

whatever you do in life, make sure you can forgive yourself.

i find such mysteries intriguing. shall we attempt to puzzle out your situation?

it is said that what a flawed man sees, his hands make broken.

endure. in enduring, grow strong.

the histories do not paint such a compassionate picture of you.

all the balefire and hate in all the hells can not compare with the wrath of a father's anger.

i’ll wait for you in the death halls, my love.

don't you ever try doing anything boring?

i go now to a place of punishment.

you cannot come with me.

such a betrayal is no betrayal at all.

promise you will return. that you will find some means to save me or join me.

there is much to be said, and a great deal that is better left unsaid.

when a thing seals itself against its own destruction, it merely dies a different death.

you must understand. your existence is a blasphemy to them.

a name is a cloak of letters thrown upon a man. it means nothing.

a name chosen, a name given... it allows others to find you and hurt you.

i think i see why you came to see me.

i need it to wait for me no longer… can you do this?

in speaking to you, you have caused me to realize some things.

the price of such things is seldom measured in copper.

my troubles are a matter of the heart.

i think the name which is given carries the greater weight.

beware every space you walk through or touch in this thrice-cursed city…

you are restored again? i saw you destroyed.

tell me what happened to your father.

where you walk, so walks misery. let your burden be your own.

how is it that you believe that you have earned the right to any truths in this life or the next? such arrogance.

in all terrible honesty, i know little about you.

the gulf between man and unman is great. you traveled the distance.

forgive me, but your condition is intriguing.

but that is a long tale, perhaps longer than i know.

all things have common ground in decay. war is necessary. death is necessary. decay is necessary.

i think you and your imagination need some time away from each other.

i delivered on what was promised!

your charms remain, pretty thing.

mazes are like pocket dimensions… small places between places.

keep your name secret, keep it close, never let it out.

do not dare lie to me, when your heart is a book to me!

to be able to employ language to evoke emotions in others is a tremendous skill.

if water can be drawn from blood, mortality can be taken from a mortal.

quite the puzzle box you are shaping up to be.

vows may prove tighter than any chain, no?

finally realized you needed me, huh?

your eyes have the weight of someone who has traveled far to be in this place.

you certainly seem… friendlier… than most around here.

i died for days, my mind awash in division, when death finally came to me.

mortals are too flawed to be made to last.

the body is but a hut for the soul. but now no one dwells in your hut.

you bear many names, and each has left their scars on your flesh.

immortality is only a word. all that exists can die.