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"My friend. My Prince, Your Highness. Please." He speaks as if he's breathless. As if whatever he has to say is important. "Please. Put on a shirt."
@guardianshield
Somehow, Regis managed to summon Clarus with his antics. Color him completely and utterly shocked.
“Oh? And what, pray tell, shall you do if I don’t? Nay, I think I shall attend our next meeting in nothing but mine training sweats.”
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The audio doesn't sound clear at first, some shuffling. A curse. "Hi. It's your dad," Regis voice can be faintly heard saying 'she has caller ID she knows' and Clarus grunts. "Apparently His Majesty never learned his alphabet. It's an A & B conversation, Regis, C your way out." Finally, Clarus continues. "Iris. I know we have dinner plans later, but I just wanted to call and say," Another pause. "I love you. There's nothing you can't do. I'm proud of you. Be strong." He never made it to dinner.
Who Asked For These FEELINGS (jk, i did and i know it){ @guardianshield }
The decades-old voicemail is played for the sixth time tonight. And each time it tapers off into heavy silence, Iris finds her finger hovering just over the glaring red ‘delete?’ prompt on the phone’s cracked screen, but there may never come a day when she’ll get to move on and do just that. Delete this painful memory from her life.
Though instead of the ‘back’ button, the pad of her finger presses ‘replay’ once more, and again, and again. Until for the first time in years, that shitty dad joke finally makes her breath stagger and her voice break and the tears to flow so violently. It was such an awful joke, and she can’t believe it’s one of the last ones she’d hear her dear old father crack.
Of course, that last joke is one he delivers with sincerity and yet it causes Iris to ache and tremble all over. “There’s nothing you can’t do.” It’s a real fuckin’ terrible one.
There are too many things Iris Amicitia can’t do, and one of them is bringing her father back.
❛ I need to forget a ridiculous, childish idea that I could love someone, they could love me, and nothing else mattered. ❜
@guardianshield Reign Sentence starters {Closed} (OH. I SEE HOW IT IS.)
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Deep breaths in.
His Shield’s words were like a dagger to his heart, forcing the air unceremoniously from his lungs. Freezing mid step, Regis found himself still as a statue while he tried to comprehend the words Clarus had just uttered. Hand still on the door handle, Regis slowly released it, not wanting to open the door and leave his room just yet. He knew this would be hard. He thought he’d prepared himself adequately.
He thought wrong.
“Clarus, I-” He choked on himself, swallowing his words painfully, “-we yet knew this day would come.” He forced out, his mind reeling with an agony that spread like poison through his veins. They knew, but that didn’t make it any easier.
“Mine father intends to find me a suitable match, as I have ‘not chosen one yet.’ I cannot deny the responsibilities of mine bloodline. He would not see the line end with me.” His jaw set, and he spoke as though he was attempting to rationalize it- but the tone of his voice betrayed the shaking weakness his mind held. It was like he was being shattered on the inside- not for himself, but for Clarus.
Gods, his Shield could not have been served a more unfair lot in life. Regis would give anything if it meant for the other man to be happy.
“And yet….” He breathed, shutting his eyes sharply in anger. “-I cannot accept it so easily. ‘Tis mine own weakness. No fault of yours. None of this is.”
Trying to loose the tension in his body, Regis lifted a hand to tangle it through his own locks in a momentary fit of frustration.
“….Do not forget it. I see nothing childish about it. I will find a way to postpone this. Even if I must sacrifice myself to my Father’s whim for a time.”
‘ take a break. ‘ [ @ regis ]
the ask is out there! | accepting? @guardianshield
“You know I cannot,” He says it over his shoulder, knowing Clarus will catch up with him. “With the hounds of Niflheim snarling at our borders, I cannot rest.”
[ @ clarus ] ( smg; big bird ) so can shields get arrested because i think i'm getting arrested. ( smg; big bird ) look you can spank me later just hurry the hell up [ crailas pls don't be like this ]
[text: wild hound] Show your damn tattoo and declare who you are, you’re a Shield of the-
[text: wild hound] I was in bed with Regis. You’ll be answering to both of us. On my way.
[text: wild hound] How did you even get yourself arrested? Because no, legally you can’t, you have crown authority.
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"Just lean on me, I'll help you walk."
Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters
“T-thank you.” Ansem had no idea who this man was, only that, he himself was in great need for assistance. In fact, he wasn’t even sure where he was, a forest or woods perhaps? It was hard to tell, so dark, must be late here. Hissing, the blond looks down, grabbing his no doubt broken leg as he slowly rests against the stranger. “I-I am sorry but grateful that I am not the only one, here.” He hisses at the shooting of pain from his leg.
👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying
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👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying
“No no no, I’m fine, honest.” He motions the man away as he hisses. Wrapping his arm around his waist as he presses it against an open wound on his side. Shifting as he rests against cracked walls in the corner of a breaking down house he sighs. Damn, maybe he is getting old. That’s a laugh.
guardianshield started following you
“Another human stenches their stained scent upon my presence...glorious.” The Fire Lord muttered sarcastically from his seat, ember eyes death glaring the damned mortal who dare enter his wake.
“Thy wish to die so badly~”
