#looking out for you

[goldenboywrites]

looking out for you

His last night in Adros comes in waves when he wakes up. 

Quin remembers leaving the throne room in a panic. He remembers stumbling through the castle for somewhere to hide until he could compose himself. He remembers Renly seeking him out there. He remembers the fight they had after he told Renly he wouldn’t go with him anymore. Then he remembers darkness. 

Until he wakes up in Vivec. 

He doesn’t wake up in the castle but outside near a forest and a small pond. Renly is nowhere to be found and Quin’s head is throbbing and his hands and feet are tied. There is a small fire burning out and the smell of food nearby. He knows he’s in Vivec by the flags lining the road they were on and he recognizes that they are not far away from the castle. This is where he grew up, this is what he knows. However, what is baffling to Quin is that the flags posted are not of his family’s colors. They’re black instead of deep emerald. The sigil is the same. 

His uncle’s color. 

Quin needs a plan. He needs to get out from under Renly’s thumb and he needs to get in and out of the castle undetected. He needs the letters and Max and then he can return to Cesare before he burns the fucking world down looking for him or worse, believes he willingly left. He tests the restraints and determines it’ll be a waste of time to attempt snapping them. Instead, Quin shuffles closer to the fire and hovers his feet over the flames. The flames lick at his clothing, and he can smell his skin burning but very quickly the rope breaks through. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers whines as he stands up on shaky feet.  He doesn’t have time to feel the pain so he keeps moving towards Renly’s house which is tied off around a tree. He turns around, back facing the horse, and uses his hands to blindly reach into the satchel. His fingers fumble against a metal dragged and he grips the handle in the palm of his hand, pulling it out of the bag and maneuvering the blade until his hands are free. Sweat drips down his face, his curls sticking to his skin. But he can’t stop. 

He runs towards the castle. 

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It is night when they approach the gates of Adros and for the first time, Xander feels like he can breathe. Since he smuggled the King of Vivec out of the country, he had been running on autopilot. His only goal was to get Maximus to Quin and Cesare and now, as he gazes upon the gates, he knows he succeeded. 

“Please,” he calls out as the guards line up, swords drawn behind the high spiked metal gate. “Please get the King and Prince Cesare and the prince of Vivec. I am Alexander Dupont. I am Prince Quintus’s personal guard. I have the King of Vivec wounded in the back of this cart. I need to get him a healer as soon as possible to check over his wounds. I need to speak with all of them immediately. Please.” He pleads as the guards glance at one another and he sees each grip on their swords tense. They don’t believe him. Something is wrong. Alarm bells ring off in Xander’s head and he fears the worst. 

Did he get Maximus to Adros just for them to die in front of the castle gate?

He hears Max whimper in the cart. It wasn’t the ideal mode of transportation but it was a split-second decision. He laid the King on there and covered him with hay and spare fabrics. It took them almost three days of travel to get here. Xander didn’t stop. He didn’t have supplies to wash Max’s wounds. He could barely afford to stop and feed both of them. The roads from Vivec to Adros were too open and there were too many people along the way who could have recognized them. 

“I know how this sounds but your prince knows me very well. I will stay out here beyond the gate so the royal family is protected but I promise if you go and get him he will correctly identify me. Just send one guard, everyone else can keep an eye on me. I swear to you all here that if you don’t and you kill me as I stand, you will also be killing the King of Vivec.” Xander took a step back, raising his hands to prove he did not have anything on him except for his sword clipped to his waist. “I will stand here very still until you bring me Prince Cesare.”

@magiclwritings

[darqlys]

lyrics post with a line from looking out for you from joy again? :3💕

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 

𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅,  𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 

𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 

𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕,  𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆

- Looking Out For You, Joy Again

[rain-is-cool]

*stands awkwardly in queer*

[nervousyoungartist]

Looking out for you - Joy again

Can’t wait to find someone who doesn’t make me feel like this song

[such-a-hopelessromantic]

Gordie: [Angry] Fuck writing, I don't want to be a writer. It's stupid. It's a stupid waste of time.

Chris: That's your dad talking.

Gordie: Bullshit!

Chris: Bull true.

Chris: I know how your dad feels about you. He doesn't give a shit about you. Denny was the one. He cared about and don't try to tell me different. You're just a kid, Gordie.

Gordie: Oh, gee! Thanks, Dad!

Chris: Wish the hell I was your dad. You wouldn't be goin' around talkin' about takin' these stupid shop courses if I was. It's like God gave you something, man, all those stories you can make up. And He said, "This is what we got for ya, kid. Try not to lose it." Kids lose everything unless there's someone there to look out for them. And if your parents are too fucked up to do it, then maybe I should.

[amartworks]

had a fun experience on the subway the other day

[zelkams-art]

in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this

[monstermonger]

~3 months traveling in my wife’s home-country -> 100 journal pages

[jue-jack]

Kirby is a star!!!

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[technovillain]

i come from the universe where everything is the same except disney heroines get like an ounce of their fathers' obviously dominant genes and their clothes are like 80% more historically accurate. it's beautiful here.

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[prlssprfctn]

Batsiblings convince Jason to get himself a cooking Tiktok account, and he gives in. To his surprise, he quickly gains millions of followers and a loyal auditory. The only problem? Jason has no idea that these people came here not necessary for recipes.

Jason: Geez, my followers had been pissing me off lately.

Dick, confused: Huh? Why?

Jason: They keep commenting ATE. Like, dude? Fucking where? I am not eating in my cooking videos. What is the fucking point?

Tim, choking: Oh my fucking God-

Jason, making an angry text post for his followers: YOU ALL. STOP COMMENTING "RAW". MY MEAT IS NOT RAW. I AM A PROPER COOK. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???

Cassandra: Maybe it is time to tell him...

Tim, Steph, Duke, in unison: NO

Bruce, awkwardly trying to have a conversation with Jason: Hey, lad, how is your cooking blog is going?

Jason: Uh, people keep commenting cryptid messages. Like, the last time I was showing the right way to tenderise meat for chops because apparently it wasn't clear and someone requested the whole video? Anyway, I did it, and the whole comment section was writing me "in bed, on the floor, on the couch, on a chair, against the wall, against the window, against the door"... Like, why would I do that, not in the kitchen?

Bruce, no less clueless: Maybe it some kind of challenge. Kids love trying new stuff in extreme places nowadays.

Jason: Huh. Maybe. Thanks.

Bruce, just proud to have a proper conversation and somehow a help: Anytime, Jaylad!

Damian, who was unblissfully educated on the slang matter by Tim (because it was his responsibility as a big brother to traumatise him), with his eye twitching: ...None of these words were in Quran

[innerchildabortionclinic]

absolutely nothing but love for people who are dismissive of tiktok street interviewers. you literally can't convince me the stranger who doesn't want to be recorded for your social media without their consent is in the wrong for telling you to go away