#foreignxfugitive

"... I own you..? Really? THIS MUST BE WHAT NOCTIS FEELS LIKE! COME WITH ME! THERE'S WE NEED TO DO!"

Three: Your muse owns mine for two days

✜}-- Riku had been a butler for almost a week at the Caelum castle. It was quite an extraordinary castle to say the least. Being a butler for the king and the prince was an honor. He never expected the agency to get him this kind of work, he half expected some rich snob who owned a cottage and three cars, begrudging that though as at the end of the day, money was money, he needed to provide for his mother. 

The silver had not yet met the prince, he was very reserved as opposed to the king. He seemed to have a lot on his plate, hearing rumours through staff; it appeared the prince was quite protective over his kingdom. Though he kept him self reserved, much like the butler, he obviously cared for his people.

Riku wanted to meet the prince, it appeared they could potentially be the same, character and personality alike. Though he couldn't be to sure. 

The butler was going about his daily duties, taking breakfast to the kings room, followed by the princes - he was given strict instructions to knock, place the food on a small table and walk away, for Noctis to get in his own time. Riku hoped one day he'd catch him off guard. As he waltzed back to the kitchen he noticed  a blond talking to some of the maids. The silver rolled his eyes, assuming he was one of them guys, trying to get attention from the ladies. He was undeniably pretty, and also in his way. 

"Uh.. And you would be?"

[♪]-- iracaelos

[♪]-- starrybows

[♪]-- kareytheherokid

[♪]-- feymarchian

Yet another threatening growl was heard from the darkening sky. Deuce sighed, acknowledging the looming storm clouds with another brief glance. It was unusual for it to rain so much this time of year, but this would be the third thunderstorm this week. Gathering up her scattered study materials, the melodist somewhat grudgingly made her way back towards the dormitories, having no desire to be indoors since exams had begun. 

She had been immersed in thought when the first sharp clap of thunder had sounded, causing the brunette to yelp and nearly lose hold of her belongings. Her heart was pounding in her chest like a war drum. Giving a shaky sigh and regaining her composure, Deuce vowed to never contemplate Kurasame's cryptic words while walking ever again. She had overheard her teacher mention that he saw the multitude of storms as some sort of an omen--she had only hoped that he was just being paranoid.

Deuce had almost reached her destination when her peripherals caught sight of a silhouette. Squinting and taking a couple steps closer, the flutist could not make out any trace of Suzaku uniform. Was this stranger an enemy? Hesitantly walking closer, she heard the sound of her own voice calling out to them, semi against her will. "U-um, excuse me? Are you looking for someone at the Peristylium, maybe?"