#no-consequence

@no-consequence​ asks:      "Let me hear you sing."

❛   w....what do you....   ❜     was the only thing that managed to slip out of his mouth before he could feel some sort of forced dig itself into his mind; bypassing any barrier he had up that would have otherwise protected him. he hated when this happened. when ardyn reminded him what he could do. he could feel ardyn infect him; poison to his thoughts as he violently shook his head to try and get some control over himself. 

❛   out! ardyn, get out!   ❜    he screams, panic raising into him as he backs up to the wall. he dug his nails into his scalp to the point he knew he’d be bleeding. he didn’t want ardyn in his head. he didn’t want him to see what he knows. what he is. no. no, no, no this is wrong. this couldn’t be happening right now!

                                                 ❛   GET OU̴T̷!̴ ̵  G̸̖̾͛Ȅ̸͇̕T̶͔̂ ̶̰̯͠Ö̶̟͓́Ȕ̵̢͍T̸̜̝͑!   ❜   

Knights and Royalty Sentence Starters

❛  ah,    it seems his majesty is as handsome as he is wise and observant.   ❜     he holds his gloved hand out ardyn to kiss, walking down the stairway from the upper floor of the library to meet him on the ground floor. ardyn was always someone to notice if he had changed something in his wardrobe that day. maybe it was how he did his hair, or the colour blouse he wore- or perhaps something as subtle as how he did his makeup that morning. 

❛   what do i owe this honor, your majesty? you usually do not come to visit at this hour unless you are to depart shortly. i was in the understanding you would be staying for a couple more days.   ❜     he wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of having to be around verstiel longer than he had to be. ardyn (selfishly to the librarian) was a buffer from that advanced since he found the man far more interesting. 

Ardyn didn’t wait for a reply, placing his hand upon the others arm, lifting him from the table and walking with him out onto one of the window balconies that flanked the library.

Once outside away from the public he pushed some of the others’ hair away from his face, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead, checking his temperature. “Are you alright, what’s wrong?”   /    @no-consequence

there was nothing that would have given credence that the ginger was ill or sick. it was more a long the fact that he had used up his social fuse and was running on fumes of patience to get somewhere he could sit and breathe. this happened every so often, even if he was manning the library alone. in these cases he would use ardyn as a scapegoat to make his exit. 

well, ardyn isn’t wrong. he couldn’t help but flutter a bit at that nickname though he tries not to make it too obvious. 

His hands run over the man’s face, cupping him and pressing a bloody kiss to the corner of his mouth, his words frantic, eyes wide in panic and confusion as he simultaneously  tries to pull away and pull Cyrus closer.

He hurt.

Everything hurt.

But loath be it for him to pull Cyrus into this madness.

“Don’t let them see you with me- they will think you a deamon. Run Cyrus- run far away from this land and don’t ever look back, do you hear me? RUN!”   /     @no-consequence

he hadn’t been at the ceremony. 

perhaps it was through the grace of the gods that he hadn’t been but cyrus would be on his way shortly due to being held up attending to things with the other servants. cyrus had finally got to the point where he was able to free himself from his previous appointments to go and join the viewing of the ascension of the king, yet.... here ardyn was- trying to get away like a deer that had been shot in a hunt.

cyrus couldn’t register anything that happened. not even the kiss. he was so caught up in the discord of what was happening that it all felt like a nightmare.

what.... what was on lord ardyns face? why did he look like he was in so much pain? the shock had overrun him as he numbly held the other to him.     ❛    what do you mean, lord ardyn? daemon? i don’t understand...    ❜     he couldn’t understand. it would have been impossible to given he hadn’t been at the ceremony. there had to be some sort of mistake. there had to be!