Can I request Myth interacting with Hildyr?
Have Hildyr “teaching“ him.
Myth couldfeel the gaze of his queen on him, feeling sweat running down his neck.
The orb ofwater over his hand was unsteady and quivering. Not the stable, glass like orb Waltzhad managed after a few minutes.
His orb wasalso slowly shrinking, small drops falling away slowly until it simply collapsed.There was a shaky silence following it. “Do it again. And keep it up this time,”came the cold instruction and Myth hurried to follow it.
Spreadmagic into the water, grab it, lift it, hold it. But it hurt. He was training since the late morning and his reserves werealmost empty and he was getting dizzy. His hands were shaking, he was startingto feel really cold and there was a headache building up.
“Hold it.”He was trying to. He really was, but the room was quivering and everythingseemed unstable- “Hold it!”
It feltlike ice shards starting to creep through his veins, piercing cold and painful-“Hold. It!”
When hewoke up, he was laying on the floor, he had been standing on during practice. Thelight of the sun had shifted, indicating a few hours had passed.
Carefullypushing himself up, he looked around. His queen was nowhere to be seen.
He had…disappointed her again, it seemed. At the beginning he and Waltz seemed to beroughly the same, but with every new task, it became more visible that hisresources were smaller.
And withevery new failure her disdain got worse.
The door openedand there was his queen.
“Finallyawake, I see. Pick yourself up and come with me. I have a task for you.”
Set on notdisappointing her again, he scrambled to his feet, ignoring his exhaustion andnausea and followed her.
Well, my ask box is empty. So it was the random number generator for today.
011 - Memory
Memories were a tricky thing. Myth knew that and tried -sometimes desperately- to not get lost in them, while trying to imprint even the slightest detail into his mind, to not let them fade into obscurity.
It didn’t always work.
There were things he remembered, he didn’t want to know-
-firesflaringScreamsSmokeOhGodwhycouldn’ttheystop!-
-and things he had tried to cling to, but had still faded away into nothing-
-warmth to snuggle up against, a familiar smell, buthecouldn’trememberherfaceanymore!Why?-
-and no matter what, he couldn’t reverse time to refresh memories or make others to have never happened.
He missed things. He hated thing. He treasured things lost and hated what remained. But it wasn’t as if he could change what happened to give him these memories. At least some things were better of as memories. He could only hope that they would fade enough to stop giving him nightmares at some point.
no. 70 (wanton) and make it sexy ;)
Alright, my first try on a NSFW work.I hope it doesn’t disapoint.(and was surprisngly difficult to figure out.I am open for complains and critics.)
NSFW
NSFW
070 -Wanton
Most of thetime Myth restrained himself. His mission was important, going above every privateneed and needed his uttermost attention. There was no time to build up andharvest a relationship and to enjoy the fruits of it.
Andeverything was much more uncomplicated, if it got bought down to a simplebusiness deal.
There werealways some women in a big city -and this was the capital! -that were makingtheir money by offering specific services.
And usingthese services tended to be also much easier, if he got tired of a specific woman.Or wanted more than one. And every single one had areas they exceeded in, to becalled on depending on what was wanted. And the tendency to always pay for servicesrendered gave him a good reputation among these girls.
Christinewas for quick meetings, slipping in and out of buildings and to offer her warmbody and soft lips in the short breaks between lunch and starting up with workagain.
Alessa wasperfect for longer meetings with long, wavy black hair and deep blue eyes,moaning shamelessly under him in the bed of his private room in the palace (whichwas the only bedroom he had ever invited a woman into for safety reasons) whileshielded of by a silencing spell.
Catherinewas someone who was visited instead of called. With Auburn hair and dark brown eyes,she tended to add massages to the service for the right price and loyalcustomers after the deed was done.
And then therewere always the odd ones in between, he didn't bother remembering, with hot skinpressed against him, teeth nipping his skin and sweet pleasure and the grantedrelief from buildup stress. And generally, both parties tended to part satisfied.And how many he was calling on exactly… well, that was alone his own business.
Someone asked about the scratched route about Myth, so I’ll link the posts from the official Dicesuki Tumblr blog.
One about the routes that were planned and later scratched due to workload:
http://dicesuki.tumblr.com/post/159689810910/can-you-tell-us-anything-about-the-routes-you-were
And one about what Myth’s route would have involved:
http://dicesuki.tumblr.com/post/160236210260/what-would-the-mythros-route-have-even-entailed
Well, look at what I found. A list of keywords for drabbles that was quite popular on Fanfiktion.de once as the 120-challenge (I think it was called).
You can ask requests for a specific setting with a keyword or simply pick a keyword in generall and I’ll write something for it.
If there is no ask in general, I’ll simply pick one with a random number generator.
And yes, words can be picked multiple times.
001. In Between Worlds
002. Love
003. Sunset
004. Deep
005. Seeking Solace
006. Break Away
007. Eden
008. Innocence
009. Drive
010. Breathe Again
011. Memory
012. Insanity
013. Abuse
014. Smile
015. Emotionless
016. Caged
017. Blood
018. Candy
019. Snow
020. Fortitude
021. Anomaly
022. Forest
023. Cat
024. Me Time
025. Trouble Lurking
026. Never Cry
027. Poison
028. Anguish
029. Curious
030. Rain
031. Defile
032. Never Look Back
033. Provoke
034. Mechanical
035. Hold My Hand
036. Precious Treasure
037. Eyes
038. Abandoned
039. Dreams
040. Black and Blue
041. Teamwork
042. Standing Still
043. Dying
044. Two Roads
045. Illusion
046. Family
047. Homunculi
048. Orphan
049. Stripes
050. Breaking the Rules
051. Games
052. Claustrophobia
053. Keeping a Secret
054. City
055. Waiting
056. Hell-Bent
057. Sacrifice
058. Bittersweet
059. Suffocate
060. Rejection
061. Fairy Tale
062. Djinn
063. Come-hither
064. Amputation
065. Contort
066. Suicide
067. Security Blanket
068. Bully
069. Annoyance
070. Wanton
071. Obsession
072. Pawn
073. I Can't
074. Demented
075. Mirror
076. Broken Pieces
077. Test
078. The Fool
079. Disease
080. Words
081. Edge
082. Forever
083. Heal
084. Out Cold
085. Spiral
086. Seeing Red
087. Appetite
088. Pain
089. Through the Fire
090. Sephia
091. Drowning
092. Die for you
093. Give Up
094. Last Hope
095. Streets
096. In the Storm
097. Regret
098. Puzzle
099. Solitude
100. Relaxation
101. Emo
102. Act your age
103. Covet
104. Detached
105. Belittle
106. Confusion
107. Dog
108. Moonlight
109. Secret Place
110. Annex
111. Coward
112. Emulate
113. Kami
114. Place of God
115. Delicate
116. All my fault
117. Chains
118. Ferocious
119. Autumn
120. Loser
021 - Anomaly
The most difficult things to plan for, Myth knew, were anomalies. Especially persistent ones. There were anomalies in strength -Waltz and he- and in sheer stubbornness -Delora- who was despite everything more of a problem than Waltz in some way, due to her closeness to the Lucis bearer.
Myth himself was also an anomaly the opposition wouldn't be expecting. For one, he was supposed to be dead. For another, he had -for now- Alcaster as his ally.
Fritz was an anomaly as well, his willingness to spend time with the princess going past the normal sense of duty.
So many anomalies he needed to keep track of and adapt his plans to...
It would be worth it, in the end.
Myth scolding Genaro for his bad parenting?
This takes place in the Fritz Route, after Hildyr got freed.
Myth wantedto sigh when he felt yet another pull at his spell controlling the king. The spell’sworkings were easy enough. Cut the connection where mind interacted with body andput the body either on remote control or let it follow a set routine.
It had the advantagethat he didn’t need to micro manage the king into doing the basic things ofkeeping himself alive. If there was food placed in front of him, he would eatit. At specific points in time he would move to the dining room, his sleepingquarters, the throne room or where ever Myth directed him to.
“Why do youeven keep trying to get control back? It wouldn’t help you anything. Not evenimprove your situation!” he glared at the man and felt the man’s mind reel, surprisinglydefiant looking how passive he had always been. And angry. Myth wanted tolaugh.
“Oh,blaming the witches on everything again? Do you really think it’s my fault? Sure, I guarded the Tenebrarumand showed the princess where it was, but I didn’t force her into freeing hermother. She still believed what she knew. Her mother loved her. You don’t care.You have more important things to take care of and direct your attention to,”Myth smiled at the way the mind recoiled, making it much less tasking to reinstatefull control, but well… a little gloating was allowed.
“It was so easy in comparison to how difficultit would have been, if you had botheredwith her, you know? But after you had ignored her for months? You couldn’t havemade it much easier for me. And then pretending it never happened and giving up so easily again!” The mind reeled, projectingmisery and guilt.
“It all happenedbecause of you. Because you feared the tantrum of a witch, who hadn’t evengrown into her powers yet. Imagine it: One day to tell her the truth, a fewdays -maybe weeks- to let her calm down and then? No more hiding, no more lies,no more secrets… But no- you wanted to be done with this part of your live. Andthis decision made the part come right back.”
Leaningback in his seat, Myth closed his eyes, basking in the fury, guilt and miserythe king was throwing against the ropes of the spell.
“Are youeven aware that Hildyr will most likely kill you, if you break that spell?” Onelast struggle- nothing. Myth smiled, showing teeth and feeling utterly elated.
It was so nice to be on the winning side.
I feel like I need to apologize, because the other one wasn’t a drabble at all and not even real angst. Have something morey angsty instead.
Sometimes Myth saw things that weren’t there. It wasn’t following a patter he could control. Work came in waves, cutting his sleep and with a tired mind, his eyes played tricks on him.
There were shadows reaching for him, fires reaching up to the ceiling, the coppery smell of blood choking him. Then something startled him out of it, mostly the sudden screams echoing in his own head.
The world was unfair. Crying for the past and lost things was useless. He still sometimes wished he had never needed to learn it. He would need to live with his nightmares.
Fire was the worst, flickering in each fireplace, bright and happy and crackling, accompanied by the phantom smell of burned flesh summoning the urge to run, run, run! He wasn’t sure if that-if he ever gave in to that urge again- he could run far enough to forget this time around that he was the only one left of that place he had called home once.
71! (and with our dear Lucy if you would)
71 - Obession
Sometimes Myth couldn’t resist looking at the princess, like he looked at the portrait of his queen.
Imagening her looking at him and him alone.
She looked so much like her mother as well, the same hair, regal composure and a grace befitting her standing.
And utterly beautiful as well.
Myth knew better than imagening any kind of relationship with his queen. She was his teacher, his mentor, his savior as well. But she was also married -if only to gain access to the royal resources- and didn’t bother with any kind of familial relationships outside her daughter.
A daughter who was slowly maturing into something looking enough like her mother that it was easy to not feel the disgust for her, he had initially felt upon learning of her contact with Waltz and still different enough that he was very aware that she wasn’t his queen.
But she would be a queen at one point as well…
Myth was hoping she would be his by then, an allowance from her and a reward from his queen at the same time.
He hoped his queen would allow that…
Opinion on all the LI’s?
I got themost curious message recently, asking me about the opinion on followingpersons.
Prince Rod:My truthful opinionon him? He is way too soft on his sister. While he is at least taking hislessons serious and tries to not be an embarrassment, his coddling of princessEmelaigne isn’t helping anyone. Outside of that we have no real points ofinteraction.
Klaude AidricRenaldi Mattheus Almonte:The missing prince of Brugantia has a… questionable reputation. I see no reason why someonelike that should be allowed near the princess. While he is a prince of anothercountry and it calls for a… diplomatic handling, there is no way I would lethim anywhere near the crown princess.
ChevalierDu Mont:From what I know, he is a doctor with no sense of business. With a justas questionable character as the foreign prince. Let him do his business byhimself long enough and he’ll be reduced to rags soon enough and relief himselfof any excuse to be near the princess. There is no place in court for beggarsafter all.
Fritz Leverton:The young knight isskilled with the sword, charismatic and his loyalty is unquestioned. Theprincess is quite fond of him, but I have personally no reason to interact withhim privately. He is quite dedicated to do his job and to do it well, which isa nice change from other people I know set on shrinking duties wheneverpossible.
Waltz Cresswell:…the traitor can goand rot in an alley with a slit throat for all I care. I would be quite temptedto do it myself, if I ever get the chance. But I would need to find him first.
If you're still taking Dabble Requests maybe "014. Smile" for Myth x Lucette? (I ship it so hard. I have no idea. I'm sorry.)
Nothing to be sorry about.^^If you like the pairing, you may wanna check out my fanfic Bloodlines over at Ao3. It has a slow start, but builds up to that pairing.
014 - Smile
There was a smile on her face. It was strange to think that it was directed at him. For him. Caused by him. He couldn’t remember how it started exactly, a random spontaneous act on his part. A slight against the king, who had just ended another rant against witches.
And somehow it had ended with him gaining something for himself, not a whim of his Queen, but a decision of the princess by herself. She had been angry, when he had told her truth behind locked doors, but he had weathered her anger, her fury and in the end it had softened into something else, built on stable foundations instead of a card house to crumble down as soon as another person folded and told her the truth.
She was his, as he was hers. More hers than his. The truth about him was more disastrous than the truth about her, which wad widely known.
And as long as no one told her the truth, she wouldn’t bother thinking about telling them the truth about him. And until then, her affections and smiles, small as they were -but genuine, how did he deserve this?- were all his.