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I wanna be in the room where it happens The room where it happens The room where it happens You've kept me from the room where it happens For the last time Dear Alexander I am slow to anger but I toe the line As I reckon with the effects of your life on mine I look back on where I failed And in every place I checked The only common thread has been your disrespect Now you call me immoral, a dangerous disgrace If you got something to say, name a time and place, face to face I have the honor to be your obedient servant A dot Burr

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The words rolled off of his tongue like water.

'I swear'

'I will'

'I will never'

Another cause he willingly shackled himself to, all for the sake of his ultimate goal.

The mark pressed into a forearm, a physical reminder to his mission. As if the mark left by the iron sword that ran him through wasn't enough of a reminder.

Perhaps once he would have scoffed at his current lot in life, gone from being surrounded by riches and splendor that most pitiful mortals would sell their soul for to working just to place food on his plate. Griming about in the muck with the likes of thieves and assassins, working to supplant one head with another, more promising one, all for the sake of building capital and contacts.

It would take time yet still, but it would be worth it to see the look on their face after he had stripped away every last possession they held close to their chest.

The binding oath settled into place at the same time his own, personal oath, repeated often like a mantra, resonated within his heart as well.

When all was said and done, it would be his sibling's heart he shoved an iron sword into.

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He hadn't expected Bal to begin sharing first. A painful thought of an expectation that had formed so quickly in the face of his newly reticent lover. Well no, not newly. Mhoirbheinn listened quietly as his hand fiddled quietly with something, not yet turning to face Bal.

For once, the usually proud set of the Protector's shoulders had lowered, lending the man a vulnerable air to his countenance that only his lover was ever privy to.

"All these years together," he began hesitantly, "was the reason you didn't tell me about any of this part of some hope to spare my feelings?" Still searching for something to grasp onto, some bit of care towards him that Bal had used to justify the lie. For a lie was what it was, one of omission, much as his kind may try to paint it otherwise with their silver tongues and twisting words.

Outside the palace, the Citadel experienced a lazy drifting of snow. A marvel and curiosity for those beyond the walls. An ignored hindrance for those within. Not even a thought to its creator.

No, his thoughts were occupied with the questions and revelations of the night. The questions more prominent than anything. Questions that no matter how long he turned, scrutinized, and pondered seemed insurmountable. Answers that arrived...only sounded like lies. But then again, wasn't that what all of this was?

The longer he thought about it, maybe he could construct something suitable. Yet as he opened the door to his chambers, he saw the object of all his affection. Even without his gaze, Balmoral felt his guise difficult to raise and helplessly shy of discernment, judgment. For the one turned away wielded the entirety of his being, whether he wished it or not.

"...Abyssborn have different ways of 'seeing' a Fateweaver. I know not others but for myself, I see fates as threads. Like a unraveled cloth caught on the wind, many are weak and colorless. Faint coloring at best but all helpless to their circumstance. On the other hand Fateweavers...they are like dyed spider's silk. Truly beautiful and striking in the world's backdrop."

They were the second, or rather third most lovely thing about the world. He didn't know where he was going with this...strange for him but he continued, "Able to challenge the will of world. To change the ever stubborn whims of fate through action or even inaction. It is enviable to one with a predestination from the beginning, no matter how amenable the ending would be. Though you have never cared for concepts such as fate or destiny."

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All I hear are screaaaams

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Viscount. You may not be aware of what my job entails as the royal head of security. My job is to protect the crown, to make sure no harm comes to the crown. To step in when someone toys with the crown's emotions, you see.

The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004) dir. Garry Marshall

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ayame sohma /// s2 ep. 3

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Welcome back.

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Saw this post and Kaisei and Iomhar can definitely do this

https://x.com/deathndhorror/status/1783389610132836688

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Luna mention so obligatory Luna pic

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Some muses, I treat like Luna does one of her toys. I take them by my teeth and vigorously shake my head.

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I see a song of past romance I see the sacrifice of man I see portrayals of betrayal And a brother's final stand I see you on the brink of death I see you draw your final breath I see a man who gets to make it home alive But it's no longer you

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Romantic Gestures

bold what applies to your muse. italicize if there's potential / it depends. cross if never applies.

holding hands · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photo booth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favorite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubblebaths · dropping the L-bomb ("i love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · granting them the last bite (from meal)

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some Yanshen

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And deep down I know this well I lost my best friend I lost my mentor, my mom 500 men gone, this can't go on I must get to see Penelope and Telemachus So if we must sail through dangerous oceans and beaches I'll go where Poseidon won't reach us And if I gotta drop another infant from a wall In an instant so we all don't die Then I'll become the Monster I will deal the blow And I'll become the Monster Like none they've ever known So what if I'm the Monster Lurking deep below? I must become the Monster And then we'll make it home