#sunderedson

Julien feels his teeth grit before he even realises he's doing it. He barely manages to suppress a growl. His life has been divided into two. Before and after what happened at his family's palazzo. He suspects the young Tachonis must feel similarly. His words are too similar to their conversation before. If Julien hadn't brought the boy to the palazzo, would his family still be alive? Would they have killed Occtis somewhere else and left him and his be, or was the downfall of his house always part of the plan?

He doubts he could ever look at him and not feel the anger of those questions again. A gauntleted hand rests on the hilt of his rapier.

AZUNE STOPS MID MOTION, CAREFULLY LOWERING HIMSELF BACK DOWN ON THE EDGE OF THE BED. they’ve used thjazi’s safe houses. because too many people at hal’s would be too suspicious with their latest endeavors. well, besides thaisha. so azune had guided a disguised occtis to one, and stayed with him until now. “ you should rest, ” he says as an explanation of his attempt to leave. “ you’ve had quite the journey. ” even if he doesn't know everything that happened during it.

prompts, @sunderedson

beep beep how's my portrayal?

Thank you !!! I love writing with your occtis as well 🥰

"Oh, Bloody Hell." Bolaire Lathalia cursed. If his mask had teeth to grid he would, like this however he was constricted to an exhasperated sigh. Murray and himself had been working late within his private archives while Hal and Azune gathered information around town. He knew the group surrounding Lady Royce was doing the same but trying to get to the bottom of spectral activities within the city. "I know dieing is a traumatic experience but this really is not a way to cope." Occtis was loitering around the museum. He had been using some of the hidden facilities to conduct... unsavory experiments on himself. Thaisha didn't know about them. Hal and Bolaire as well as the Davinos lad kept an eye on him. Sometimes Vaelus did too considering Occtis carried the stone she was so eager to get back. "And at least use the good shit... not whatever it is you're drinking." With suprising gentleness the curator freed the clear bottle from Occtis grip taking a sniff. Schnapps... and not even the good kind, cheap, possibly self made. "This can make you blind..." But the kid didn't seem to quite care. "Alright, let's get you... Well, we can't take you to Thaisha like this... Hal's then. Up you go." Bolaire took hold of Occtis arm and pulled him up to his legs... this already lond night was just becoming longer...

ROYAL, FANTASY ROMANCE AND SPICE ── .✦ @sunderedson

𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐄 could sometimes be carried upon a young knight's shoulders after victory, especially if you were heralded as a hero of the war. Yet tonight amongst the courtiers and politicians of the sundered houses no merriment or regard for heroes were present. The Falconer's Rebellion hung over each and everyone's head and made the house heads huddle together to rub elbows over resources while simultaneously casting suspicious glances at each others' rivals.

it made Julien sick to watch them now. Even more so to see the scorn turned toward Lady Aranessa's cousins and his father, despite her notable absence. Tonight he attended only to appease the presence of her grandfather ( who was still in favor for his assistance against his granddaughter's husband so far ), and perhaps to drift slowly out of the ball rooms with some good wine to sate the boredom.

Thus far he had managed to gain a second glass, sipping it as his eyes roved the crowd until they landed on a familiar purple emblem headed out towards a gilded balcony. His heeled steps moved towards them before he knew what he was doing.