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Truly, Lorian would have ridden to the edge of the kingdom had Lothric desired it. However, he was very much aware that the younger prince had an affinity for the grassy fields. Through his many tales, Lorian had always taken Lothric to faraway places, but few paled in comparison to the beauty of their own country. Perhaps it was through his own actions as Lothric’s most feared knight that peace could endure; for viciously punishing their enemies was the only way to ensure that violence and destruction could never touch these most picturesque lands.

Although if Lorian were to be honest with himself, it was through his brother’s enthusiasm that he was even able to behold those fields with wonder at all. Down to his very soul, Lorian was a warrior, with all of the graces that could afford him. Relaxing and enjoying the world around him was a privilege rarely afforded to his station. At times it was difficult to push back memories he had made over the years on fields just like this one; memories like the scent of spent powder and blood, the sound of death knells and flying arrows being carried by the wind, the shaking of the earth as the beasts gathered.

But in Lothric’s glowing presence, it was so very easy to forget all of it.

With practiced ease, Lorian was on his feet beside his steed, the cool breeze already greeting him. Turning towards Lothric, he could tell he was already prepared to be brought down.

“You are getting better at this.” Lorian complimented the younger, carefully guiding the prince to his chest before setting him comfortably onto the tall, swaying grass. As if inspired somewhere in the back of his mind by the same painful memories that plagued Lothric, the elder was quick to remove the steadying hands at his brother’s hips.

“The hill is all yours, brother. Shall we?”

                  As though by some divine miracle, it seemed all of Lothric's ailments-- at least the awful stiffness of his limbs-- vanished the moment both feet touched the ground and his clawed toes could curl freely within the soft grass. Or perhaps the inexplicable recovery was owed equally to the strange, comforting warmth which lingered curiously upon both hips in place of his brother's hands when he spun free from his steadying hold.

      They had travelled so long and with such great strides that even among the deep, humming green of the trees, it was evident their deific sun had begun its descent. Soft pink light beckoned above, and the locusts had begun their evening chorus, full of life... Alas, this meant there was little time to spare here, but it would be well spent, for the young prince  had dreamed of this place often: his feet following a path he would never walk, over hills and through streams he had yet to cast his eyes upon in waking life. Each moment truly spent in the world outside was absolute bliss. To share that bliss with Lorian was something greater.

      Laughing gaily, the younger prince let himself fall into the embrace of twining wildflowers; They were sweet smelling, overgrown enough to tickle his ankles, so very different to the plants in their father's garden which, as of late, all gave off the same odious scent of the rampant dust collecting in the higher levels of the Grand Archives. His delicate white hand reached to stroke the tiny flowers affectionately, as though they were the fur of a beloved pet, chest caving with a musical sigh.

      "Join me, Lorian!" he called, joy bubbling like a fount through his weary heart. "Feel how wonderfully sweet the grass is!"

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Chibis

The enormously tall Lorian is hard to draw as a chibi...

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Y’all I found the funniest and cutest thing in the Twin Princes fight. When Lorian stands up and tries to slam his sword on you, Lothric’s hood moves too far in front of his face and you can actually see him pulling it back during the attack. I was dying when I saw it.

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Disney princes ✨ (no wonder there’s so many feathers in their room)

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      Found out Lorian’s japanese title name is Aniouji Lorian... Older brother prince Lorian... 

      Why is it cute. T _T 

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OK RE-TAG DUMP because it doesnt like hyphens hmph

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Maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing to be teasing his brother, but there was a most endearing scrunch of his nose in protest whenever Lorian did so that it was not likely that he could stop himself. Watching the other closely, he was surprised to find a gentle touch in retribution– and a willingness to accommodate Lothric’s fingers betwixt his own. Those small hands could so easily command the beat of his heart.

“On this charge I am guilty!” Lorian admits, eyes lingering on the pale, clawed hands so perfectly nestled within his own. Where Lothric’s hands commanded a certain delicate grace, his own suddenly felt unnaturally cumbersome; his nerves frayed, not wanting to cause him harm by squeezing too hard. The desire however remained despite the forbidden want of an embrace.

“Though I could no sooner become used to your absence than I could the pain of an arrow stuck through my heart, brother. There are things even a knight cannot endure for very long.”

      “Ah-” And so were there things a prince could not endure for very long; in the face of such honest sentiment, Lothric felt his quiet, fragile heart begin to pound with a savage intensity, and knew that his countenance must have coloured most inappropriately.

       Hurriedly untangling one hand from his brother’s hold, he reached for his goblet in vain hope to hide his flush behind a sip, under the pale, lustreless gold of his hair.

       “Oh Lorian, I fear you are far too skilled a poet than is decent for any knight,” he sighed at long last, closing his eyes with a smile before daring a peek back up at him. “You’ll put our minstrels to shame.”

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Tag Dump, finally~

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This happens when I browse pinterest too long...

Prince Lothric is susceptible to bleed. Protip.

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I was thinking a lot about prince Lothric and angelic faith in Dark Souls III. Couldn’t come up with any theory on that, but a beautiful picture came into my head.

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Dangerous, indeed.

Lorian reached over and pulled the hood over Lothric’s face. “Don’t get too carried away, my prince. I must warn you, it’s quite far… much farther than my travels usually take me.”

Still, Lorian took pride in knowing Lothric had that much confidence in him.

“I would miss you terribly– and who would indulge those odd fetch quests you send me on at ungodly hours of the night while I was away?”

                      A most unprincely squeak indeed was what protested the rising of his hood. “They are not odd... No odder than asking the sun of you.”

      Having since taken hold of his brother’s wrists, urging them from the jewellery-woven cloth, Lothric then made attempt to take hold of his hands, to entwine their fingers. “But, is it then true you still miss me terribly when away?” Teasing, and obviously so, “One would have thought you well used to such by now-- at least well enough distracted.”

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MUSE COCKTAIL

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Lorian is pleased by the presence of his brother’s smile and offers him one of his own. He wondered at times why Lothric seemed so reluctant to ask others for that which he suffered great curiosity; but he had always been humble and undemanding of those who demanded of him the most noble of sacrifices.

To catch a mere rabbit for Lothric seemed terribly unfit a gesture, especially when his smile was so precious a gift to behold.

“Is there anything else I could get for you, brother?”

                     Lorian had no way to know it was not a sense of humility which kept Lothric from making such requests, but a sorry lack of faith in most everyone surrounding him--  save Lorian himself. Furthermore, it had not been a sudden spark of worldly curiosity spurring the young prince to ask about rabbits.

      Lothric knew he was not for the outside world, nor it for he.

      “A dangerous thing to ask, brother; I may well request the sun, knowing that you would endeavour to bring it.”

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     stages a daring escape out the window.

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      “How wonderful!” Never mind that it isn’t Lorian personally traversing out to trap a rabbit just for him-- He might as well be, for all the joy his answer has brought. 

      The castle’s pantry was the royal woods below. All animals ranging its borders might be plucked out from their dens to adorn the prince’s private table. At least one, it seemed, might be spared from Lothric’s plate.

"I would quite like to see a rabbit, someday."

Lorian seems curious about this need of Lothric's, as he himself shows little interest in animals. He has eaten rabbit on occasion, but he hasn't ever seen one up close himself.

"Then I shall have a trapper fetch one for you." he replies, "It should be easy enough-- your master huntsman is a skilled fellow."

If Lorian even tried to find one himself, the creature would see and hear him coming from half the kingdom away.

"You need not be shy. You should ask me when you desire something, even out of the ordinary."

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“I was half expecting and hoping you would refuse…” Lorian admitted, though he seemed in high spirits despite that, “… I had a speech ready, a tale of my journey to the border and the faraway village where I discovered this wine, just so I could convince you to try it with me.”

Naturally, Lorian would indulge him regardless… if he so desired.

It was a rare occasion that he and Lothric had a moment together as of late. Lorian could swear that their father was sending him away on purpose, though he couldn’t understand why. As a result, he felt terrible for thinking such things in the first place, that he ought to be a better son, and more importantly, a better brother to Lothric. Lorian was after all, his first line of defense.

As he prepared their drink, Lorian was mindful of using his brother’s chalice, a gorgeous work of art commissioned from a distant land as a gift, filling it generously so that his brother may have as much as he liked. Lorian joined Lothric at his side with a goblet of his own, though given the size of his hands, it looked far too small.

“What should we toast to, brother?”

                      “Tell me as though I had then, will you not?" He urged, knowing well that Lorian enjoyed telling of his wild adventures and conquests just as well as Lothric enjoyed hearing them. He watched him prepare that forbidden drink, gaunt legs swinging gaily from the edge of his bed.

     Lorian returned to his side then, sat, and all asudden, a weight had lifted from his shoulders-- one he had not even realized the constant ache of 'til then; now able to lean into his heavy, comforting presence beneath the guise of taking the filled goblet. The hours, days spent missing him, diligently gazing from his window signs of the return of his brother’s company on his kingdom's horizon all paled to nothing with the accidental brushing of their fingers in the exchange. Lorian was home. And so then was Lothric.

      “Then, let us toast to your return," he smiled, gingerly holding the chalice in both hands and sniffing at the heady liquid. "To... your brief respite before you duty sends you away from our kingdom and my side once more.”  And he brought the drink to his lips. The wine was... good, flavour strong and robust on his tongue. A surprised “Oh,” was all he remarked of it, running a claw over his mouth to capture a stray drop and suck the sweet fluid from his fingertip.