oh my love;

“Yes I would love to go on an adventure, as if you have to ask.” she said chuckling, Cleo had always liked to go around seeing new places or well when in Norden be away from the castle from a little while, she took his arm and smiled “If we get even more lost we will have to look for a good place to you know…stay.”

Judas laughs and looks away briefly as he does so. “True, still I never know if nowadays you have plans with better people than I, suitors perhaps?” He teases, he supposes this was his way of asking if she had any though at any rate; joke or no joke. He himself hadn’t any in mind and honestly he’d probably just wind up telling his father to find someone, anyone, if only to bat away prospective offers as if he was actually interested. Cleo though, she’d always been the one to want to marry for love, Judas respects that more than she could ever know, still he hardly trusted anyone's intentions. Cleo had a good judge of character though he thinks, probably better than himself. “We won’t be out long, don’t worry I’ll keep an eye out,” He says as if he actually will, he will try to at the very least; the grin he has on his face for a moment shows his determination in this.

Judas rolls his eyes, his thoughts trying to gather quickly for a response. He isn’t boring and tiresome, he wants to huff out but then Augustus is laughing and the Norden prince can’t help but merely give a pouty look. He can’t argue with the other mans words, they are in fact truth and if Judas hadn’t been born into a lap of luxury; he thinks he might of already died.  “I know, I know, you’re right.” He waves a dismissive hand, relenting to the fact the other prince had summed things up to it being his own fault. “but honestly it’s a bit hard to have fun when at every turn I have to worry about ending up slumped to the ground.” Just as Augustus gives him the truth, he dishes it casually right back. Everything Judas did he’d have to keep in mind that he might either end up hurt or dead in some instances, he had enough on his plate to worry about; although instead of finding ways to actually solve the problem he relents to reality if only so he can complain.  “But do tell me Augustus, what have you been doing for fun here?” His question isn’t sarcastic, that much is obvious in the way the Norden prince offers a curious smile on an otherwise lazy expression. Though it contorts to a raise of his brow at the mention of the Ironhaven prince saying he was doing ‘wonderfully’, Judas want’s to doubt this but he thinks it’s not his place. If Augustus wanted to talk about it he would and despite being who he was outwardly Judas would surely listen. “Good, that’s good to hear.” His own response back is quiet, “I was going to say should you not be, my ears are always around to listen.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal; as if he’s indifferent but he does care. “Mhm tell me about it, the crown is heavy indeed. I’m sure you need not worry about anything happening to Magnus though, after everything I think we’re all more on guard than ever.”

→ ❝ state your name. who are you? ❞

full name: judas sufjan ( by the way, it's soof-yawn, not suf-jan ) montague

status/occupation: prince of norden ( first in line )

nickname(s): jude, soofs.

age: twenty four

date of birth: tbd

gender identity: cisgendered male

sexuality: homosexual, he is the gayest™

original kingdom: norden

kingdom allegiance: norden

spoken language(s): english/common tongue

views on the balance: disagrees ( kinda anyway ) although to be honest he doesn’t really give a shit.

→ ❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

face claim: landon liboiron

height: 5′10″

weight: 154 lbs

body type: endomorph

hair color: dark brown

eye color: blue

accent: icelandic accent

scars: tba

tattoos: none

clothing: ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

→ ❝ where do you come from? ❞

home kingdom: norden

current location: bearoria

financial status: rich bitch

criminal conviction(s): none

→ ❝ what name do you take? ❞

father: henry montague

mother: tba

sibling(s): cleo montague, his twin! also another younger sister tba.

children: none

→ ❝ how can we trust you? ❞

horoscope: gemini ( because the twins pft )

hogwarts house: hufflepuff with slytherin tendency’s

7 deadly sins: sloth, he’d be lazy even if he wasn’t tired all of the time.

theme song: cry baby - melanie martinez

→ ❝ i’ve heard about you. ❞

he loves dressing really lavishly and basically dresses like a very disney prince, only his hair is always messy.

judas loves parties but he always acts really bored at them and usually can be found drinking large amounts of wine or smoking the devil’s lettuce.

he’s partial to dogs more than any other animal and cats sketch him out hardcore, probably because of his inner wolf.

his friends usually call him jude or soofs playfully and every time he always rolls his eyes but he really likes it.

if judas is out in the rain too long he always smells vaguely like a wet dog for ‘some reason’.

he is lowkey scared to have kids because he’s worried he won’t be as good of a father as his dad.

she hadn’t meant to speak, its obvious who he is. even if sybil hadn’t known his face the servants bustling in and out talking about the man would have been enough. and the only reason she even heard was because she was standing maybe a smidgen too close where the prince was. still, her mouth opened before she had a change to fully think about what she could say, “are the accords and politics not important to you? king nathaniel, is he not important enough to stay?” it’s only a miracle she doesn’t say something worse and really its more like wonderment than accusation.

Judas doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to react. To be fair he surely isn’t used to people ever really questioning his whining him. The man stumbles for words, blinking at her in confusion before scratching at his head, looking down at the ground; a bit like a scolded child. He wants to get angry but doesn’t have it in him. “They simply leave me at a loss, as for King Nathaniel of course he’s important; however am I not aloud to simply be homesick?” “Many voiced great amounts of displeasure while in Norden and while I don’t hold it against them, I am simply musing on the reality of being here as well.” He did hold it against them though he thinks, truly if others could complain why couldn’t he? It wasn’t as if he thought Bearoria was bad, it was just that it the idea of being stuck here long enough to actually hate it was a growing one in his mind.

“Oh, come on. You might actually enjoy yourself if you’d just have a better attitude than that.” Augustus isn’t particularly enjoying his stay, either, but he is managing. As a prince, he is afforded luxury most everywhere he goes, it is never quite the same as his own home. He’s living in borrowed luxury; he can’t enjoy himself without guilt as much as he can in Ironhaven. “Couldn’t tell you why we’re still here, though. I would have stayed home, but… would have looked bad, given the circumstances, you know?”

Ah Augustus, this would prove to be interesting enough, Judas muses. He had to admit he’d wondered how his friend had held up ever since his father passed away; under rather...curious circumstances; at any rate Judas honestly didn’t care very much. Well beyond the fact that he assumed it had effected the other man before him now, never the less he’s glad to see him fairing seemingly well enough. “Enjoy myself? When do I ever do that, this world is boring and tiresome.” He sighs sprawling back into the chair he’d been it; it wasn’t very befitting of a prince but nothing about Judas ever had been.  “I suppose I could try to at any rate.” Judas admits with a small yawn escaping him, now with Augustus around he figures that’s a better start. “As would I,” Another admission, he worries not about it though, as with his words earlier it had been rather obvious. “But it’s understandable, are you...doing alright, given the circumstances?” He finally asks, Judas wasn’t used to trying to show something other than indifference but it was honest.

Eleanor could understand the frustration of not being home. Back when they were all cooped up in Norden, she longed to return to Bearoria and never leave again. Yet the events that followed only snatched her away from her home again, in the worst ways possible. She was more than glad to be back here, but she could understand why Judas was dissatisfied. “I find that riding always helps clear my mind. I know that people are fearing the forest after all that has happened, but there are safe areas you can ride in and explore. Personally, I love spending time in the gardens as well, but I know they might not be enough to suit everyone’s needs. The town is always interesting to visit too. Meeting people is kind of our responsibility, is it not?”

He was thankful that she didn’t try to chide him for his mood about the whole situation, like perhaps others might. In this instance he almost wants to breath a sigh of relief, in the end he doesn’t not wishing to break his ‘cool’ facade. He very much liked the idea of riding, however it had never been something safe for him to do alone and often felt silly riding on the front of a horse with someone holding onto him from behind encase he fell asleep; so he promptly nixes that. Gardens had been aright as well and the flowers made him think of happier thoughts but he’d also tended to have allergies and the two never mixed well. Leaving him with...well really only going out into town and meeting people. Ugh, that sounded awful too he wants to say but she’s looking at him and saying it’s their responsibility so he feels like he has to say yes. “I do suppose it is.” As much as he wants to protest that he will inevitably be the worst king ever so why does it matter, instead he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Alright well, the mingling with the people will have to do.” If he happened to fall asleep while doing it though, he thinks it might be a blessing for once.  “Would you care to join me by chance?”

I'm armed to the teeth, like a fucking animal. I ruin everything, I get my bony hands on. ( inspo )

“You would make a lovely snowman” She said chuckling, honestly she did worry one day he’d be out on his own and actually had some type of accident, that is why she was always very glad that his guards were so good at keeping a close eye on him. “I just wanted to see more of Bearoria, maybe buy a few things”

Judas chuckles at the very thought, Cleo had always known how to manage to make him feel better, he thinks often how despite their differences they are two sides of the same coin; his twin and himself. “Lets hope I don’t have to dear sister.” He coos back playfully, going back to listing to her once more. “Well it just so happens that had been my plans as well, care to join me on an adventure?” Judas extends an arm out for her, should she choose to hold onto him, very much intending to be polite in this moment if only for Cleo. She deserved to be treated every bit as well as she did others, as she did him. It’s always been a hard thing to admit to himself, that he had so much affection in his heart for his family, some days were easier than others to show that; like today, today was a good day.

The look Henry gave his son upon hearing him was a mixture of many emotions. While he understood his son’s feelings, the thought of leaving Bearoria both panicked and angered Henry. On the other hand, Judas’s words were not at all unfamiliar; they mirrored a younger Henry’s words nearly to the syllable, when his own father had dragged him to other kingdoms for weeks at a time. Sighing, he spoke up with a calm tone. “Oh, come now, Judas,” he said, mimicking the voice he’d use for a child in jest. “Bearoria isn’t all that bad, is it? The weather is much calmer than home, at least.” He paused, speaking again with a much less jesting tone. “Do you really hate it here, or do you simply miss Norden?”

Judas eyes Henry for a moment before shaking his head lazily, his fathers tone at first makes a snort of amusement escape the prince. It reminds him of when he was younger, how the man used to speak that way to him; in many ways Judas doesn’t think he grew up much. “It’s not that, I just...” Momentarily he pauses, yawning. Judas shakes his head continuing, “the weather is...fine and I don’t hate it here, I just miss home.” This is a quiet admittance, one he might not have offered to anyone else, but this is his father after all. This is a man whom he both loves and respects in his own way and pace, a man who every time Judas looked at; he couldn’t help but think how much it was like looking at himself only older. “The wolf in me yearns perhaps more than I do for home, it is a feeling hard to quell and these woods I do not trust.” The prince had always been more wolf than man he thinks, or maybe he just likes the remnant feelings that linger long after the wolf is gone. There are no memories to be had, no thoughts to sift through, only the feeling of freedom; the feeling of being wide awake even if he recalls nothing discernible. “I don’t want to wake up in there,” Alone he wants to say, “hell what if I don’t wake up, I’m not like you, or Cleo.” He’s always tired, always in a haze even when he’s awake; he envisions being tangled in some web out in those woods, that surely serves to weave his fate. He’s feeling sentimental or maybe emotional, he thinks but when doesn’t he, Judas had never been one to hold his emotions in, feeling them in only strong waves; crashing to the shore that is him.

there’s something vaguely validating about everyone else going stir crazy in bearoria. he can sense the itch to go home, to leave, stirring in the air. he can feel it in the way many have glanced towards windows or fidgeted where they stood. the validation comes in the rejection. no one can leave and if adair has no home to return to, they shouldn’t either. “why don’t you go give it a shot and find out firsthand what’s keeping everyone here. i’m sure it will be very educational.” his voice is a flat monotone not out of annoyance or cruelty but rather disinterest, perhaps. it’s been so long since anything has interested him; maybe he’s forgotten how it feels.

The Crown Prince, hm, interesting enough; Judas muses. Still he would have rather talked to the younger male when he wasn’t sitting here whining about being stuck here, seemed rather rude given the fact the other had as of recent lost his kingdom. Judas had never been known to be one to care about the plights of others though. Lies, lies, lies. Still the prince doesn’t take to Adair’s words very well and if he hadn’t been just as disinterested and had the other been someone else, he might of recoiled a bit like a wolf before it snarls. Instead he licks at his lips and goes to speak. “I don’t think I want to be educated on whatever is at play,” He thinks they might of been out of here already had everyone acted sooner on Kradaeca instead of throwing parties, perhaps some thought the relief was needed, he didn’t. “I’m sure you’re getting a kick out of this though, I can’t say I blame you.” Judas admits, rather lamely. Adair seemed different though, Judas isn’t surprised given the state of things ( to be fair judas isn’t surprised by a lot ) but it was a drastic contrast to the once happy young man who had graced royal events he himself had to attend. He is glad the crown rests on his fathers head and not his own especially seeing the sullen crown prince before him. “I’m sorry for what it’s worth, you’ve heard that a lot and it means nothing but I am not my father and can’t offer much more.” He shifts in his spot, he doesn’t like saying such things, doesn’t think it does Adair any good anyway, he still says it all the same. Things had been easier when they were young boys, hadn’t it; when Judas cared more openly and Adair didn’t have to deal with the dismay of things.

    he’s minding his own business. he always is. but, in accordance to the universal fact that people just liked to bother the quiet people, he is victim to the norden prince’s rant. he watches the prince for a moment before finally, “ do it. ” pyros says, a mischievous almost smile on his face. “ walk straight into the forbidden forest and just… leave. ”

Judas raises his hands up in half jest, this action is already exhausting and he regrets the movement to go along with his joke almost immediately. “Oh praise the gods, what a great idea, I’m sure nothing short of good will come of it.” He rolls his eyes, indifferent either way he muses to the others words. “That sounds more annoying than anything else and I’d rather not get covered in cobwebs.” He yawns before leaning back down in his spot. “Perhaps you could test it out first? I’d hate to take your idea from you.” He isn’t sure what his emotion is right now as he looks lazily towards the duke, finally mostly calmed down after his rant, his whining tended to come and go like the winter winds after all.

“The negotiations are not ready yet, Judas,” Eleanor simply replied, eyeing Norden’s prince. He was making a big deal out of something so trivial, or so she thought. After all, they had all been dragged away from their home when the plaque struck. “You can always speak to your father and ask to leave if you do not wish to stay in Bearoria anymore. But if there is anything I can do to make your stay better, let me know.”

The talk between kings and queens took far too long, then again Judas didn’t think he’d be any better, worse probably if his lazy and indifferent streak was anything to go by. Still Eleanor was the kings sister here in these parts and he can’t find it in him to bet rude. Still that doesn’t mean he has to be happy about all this, so once again he sighs. She is right even if he doesn’t like the answer. “No no, it’s quite alright, I’m just getting stir crazy is all, I suppose.” He tries to wave off his earlier whining, no doubt he’d be at it again if given time however. He tilts his head, perhaps like some kind of hound might, looking upwards at her from his seated position.  “There’s nothing I can think of, I fear it’s probably because I lack any will to do anything, unless you have any ideas. What does one do in Bearoria to take their mind off recent events? Mayhaps I’ll find something to partake in here.” Somehow he doubts it though.

“ Are you saying you do not wish to stay in Bearoria? ” The king asked, hands held behind his back as his posture stood straight. If it were any other man, someone that was not a Montague, he might have been more bitter with his question. “ There is still much to be done. Kradaeca is still occupied and we cannot go running back when there is doubt about what we will face. ” No more bloodshed, that’s what he wanted to avoid most. The thought of Henry leaving almost sent him into a panic and he wondered if the king would return to Norden if his son chose to do so.

Oh great now the king of Bearoria is before him, questioning him; this was all so very tedious and he wants to turn tail and run like a whipped little pup. He tries to play it off coolly, as he always does; as if he’s indifferent, he’s not and truly he doesn’t have much of a problem with this kingdom. He just misses home, misses the feeling of snow under his paws ( not the he ever recalls much beyond leftover feelings, a high of a lost night ) and the way the cold sends shivers down his spine, reminding him he is alive, he is awake. “It’s not that.” He responds back, he doesn’t know what to say to the man, to his fathers friend. “It’s just that I miss home and what use am I here, honestly.” It isn’t a question, it is a fact, a statement; he will only get in the way he thinks. After all he isn’t particularly talented at much and he’s never had a way with a sword, too slow; doesn’t pay enough attention. He fears he’d get too worked up over such an ordeal and end up passing out, impaling himself over his own blade in the process. It did seem after all, that extreme forms of anything tended to cause him too. They will face men he wants to say, pirates big and bold as ever and he wants to say he doesn’t care, why should he, it is not his home? He is not a wolf ruled by the sea but one ruled by the mountains, by the moon cascading it’s light over the icy tundra. Yet it could have just as easily been his home, so he withholds his initial thought. “What doubt is there? No offence meant Your Majesty but surely we know what we know. I don’t presume to know what you and my father speak of when it comes to war but it seems we only give them more time to gather themselves. Blood will be spilled, that is an inevitable, unavoidable truth when taking back Kradaeca and everyone will continue to huddle up in one of the respective kingdoms, as we always do until then.” Judas didn’t know a lot but he liked to think he knew enough about how this all worked, it was like a wheel, rolling over and over again; they all expected a different outcome but it was always the same. He could only image how the prince of the sea kingdom felt, as if he cared enough to dwell on it much though. Judas shrugs in the end he supposes he doesn’t care if they stay here forever, a sigh escapes his lips; it’s lazy and tired. “What do I know though, if we stay here we stay here, father and Queen Emeline will be happy to spend time with you and the rest of the royals I suppose. That’s good for something at least.”

“If you want to leave, i don’t think there is anything stopping you from trying, your highness.” Though really to Silas there wasn’t a better place to be than Bearoria, then again, having so many people around all the time was getting annoying. “Why are you so keen on leaving?” 

Mhm yes— because the prince of Norden trying to leave his family behind to go back home, alone, would go over so well; he thinks. He looks to the duke, shaking his head, brown locks falling over his forehead, he pushes them away rather delicately. “I don’t want to leave that bad, it’s just...all so tedious, everyone felt the same while in Norden, am I not owed the right to elsewhere?” He quirks up an eyebrow, his tone isn’t rude; for a change. It is however matter of fact despite being a question.  “For the same reason anyone wishes too, I am homesick.” Judas wonders if that is crime, was is so easy for others not to understand missing home when only months ago they had been stuck in his home.

“I am not so bad” She replied crossing her arms “In Norden I can go back home no matter where I am even if its snowing very heavily and there aren’t signs around.” That was very true but of course being the princess of said kingdom it wasn’t as if she had ever been totally alone on those instances, anyway she did knew their kingdom very well. “See you’re even worse than i am.” She laughed “He’d only be a little mad because he’d be worried something could have happened to us.”

“At least that makes one of us.” Judas snorts, it’s half out of amusement but mostly out of disappointment and honesty at himself. It probably wasn’t the best for him not to be aware of what was going on around him but it was simply the truth of the matter. “Tis true, and gods forbid if I pass out someplace, the snow might cover me right up.” If it wasn’t for his guards of course, he is thankfully for them even when he doesn’t show it. Sometimes he think it would be easier to be covered up by the snow back home, Cleo would be queen no doubt and his parents could rest easy; those thoughts are far too morbid though and he by no means wished to die, nor does he actually think his parents actually would rest easy. “It very well could if we aren't careful, he wouldn’t be wrong. At any rate what are your plans today?” Judas was, as always; bored. Curiously enough he’d actually been in search of his twin to see what she had been up too.