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  1. Etienne Before Dawn Breaks Winter, 3:30am There was something about being awake the few hours before dawn surrounded by nature and at peace, the entire world silent with only you and your thoughts. Etienne woke up some time before dawn and he didn`t know how he can tell but he just could. Maybe it was how much he yearned to be free and at peace, so many maybes. Often, he would stare at the dark sky littered with stars during this time, the spill and fields of stars with occasional dark spots, he realized how he is always too aware of what is going on but now, now he welcomed it. When he sat up on the bed, looking out of the window into the winter forest. It seems alien to him, everything seems untainted by mankind. As if the Earth was young again, closing his eyes he could almost imagine what the world is like a few million of years ago. Is it as peaceful as this? Untouched by humans? He was aware of the coldness emitting from the snow, the deafening sound of silence and nature. The universe and nature is bigger than anything else, bigger than his problems. Everything was so quiet and peaceful. There is no pain or anger, he simply exist as himself and at peace with who he truly is, all that he is feeling at this time, is just acceptance. So he sat there, letting go and going with the flow of his thoughts that slowly become as blank as the darkness. Peace, when he thought he was alone until he realized he was not. Etienne`s every cells were aware of the presence behind him. His muscle stilled and tensed like only a leopard would before pouncing in, he could feel his eyes and attention zeroed in on the figure and he nearly launch at the male...would have if he had not spot something shiny in the man`s hand and froze. His breath stuck in his lungs and limbs stilled. , “Please.” One word from the male but it was the most emotion filled he had ever heard even before their separation. Reynard has a gift for him, wrapped in gold, red and white. It was prettily dotted with snowflakes. Looking closer, the man had glued those small silver hard confetti on it. The male knew he isn`t easily swayed right? He can`t be this stupid. So what are his intentions? In Etienne`s head his mind racing, calculating possibilities. Reynard didn`t hurt him except for yesterday. So far every time he was tracked down and he managed to flee, they let go and didn`t take any drastic measure until yesterday? He decided it would be safer for him to linger a bit…before any further plans of escaping or going amok and off kilter mad. ”I thought…well this would calmed you down. Enemies won`t give you a wrapped gift.” Ah..that`s why but…. ”They do.” He was puzzled for a moment but knew that it had worked. It disarmed him, made him stop and think. Reynard stare Etienne unblinking, his expression almost to a confusion and tilt his head. It went to blank before he frowned a bit but gently laid it on the man`s lap. Still didn`t blink and those eyes.. Unnerving. He helped Etienne untied the golden ribbon at least and the wrapping comes undone. Their hands close side by side. The man`s lightly tanned skin and strong elegant digits almost the opposite of Etienne`s slender and smaller sized ones. He looked at the male and sighed, lithe fingers unwrapped the rest. He blink. Once. Twice and look at it in puzzlement. , “A…watch?” So ordinary? He thought before blinking. At a glance no one would have noticed the intricacy of the watch he was holding in his palm. He froze, the man knew his taste. He swallowed and pushed away his thoughts, when he had the time he will stare at it and dissect each detail on it but not right now. No expression, no give away until he is sure what situation he managed to landed himself in. ”Your eyes.” Etienne managed to spoke before he clammed up. Reynard looked up, literal burnish gold clash with his own dark ones. He stayed there, still and rigid before looking down at the blanket covering him. “Let me get you food, time doesn`t matter because you were knocked out for 3 days. I know you don`t trust me but let me explain. I owe you that, after that..lets work out what is...best.” What is best...he heard that so many times and it never failed to irked him. Ah…so calm and reasonable. He almost forgot why he liked the man or thing?…to begin with. What odds would someone so insanely rich blessed with eerie beautiful eyes like those? Without waiting, Reynard stood up and headed for the door. Etienne was reminded the male never ceased to be a law onto himself, always made his own decision and expect him to follow, a frown marred his expression. As it creaked open, ”Mean while, how good is your mythology knowledge my love?” Etienne jolted from his reverie, “Good.” was his one worded answer. A pause. ”Then think carefully, if something is to exist before gods, titans what would it be? Do you think gods abide any laws? I ll be back.” Reynard left him just like that, with more questions than answers. Is this what staying with the man will forever be if he had not betrayed him? If he stayed that is. Will he forever be given questions instead of the truth and expected to accept it? As Etienne stared outside the window, all he could think of was the fact that today is Christmas and for once in his life he felt so peaceful, calm and quiet as the snow falling. No thoughts of family and their suffocating business. No obligations, no running away. He truly is free. He couldn`t think of anything. He knew the Primordials in Greek myths but thats it. He knew of Tiamat, Yahweh? But nothing fits and where is the line? , ‘Khaos’ A thought whispered in his mind. ”The line was never drawn but we were the first.” He jumped slightly and snapped from his calm reverie, Reynard`s voice have always been…it made him feel as if static tingles in his soul. A tray filled with assorted warm winter meals and fruits balanced between Reynard`s both hands, the door slightly open and he saw a figure passed by. He just realized something. He wasn`t thinking out loud. Etienne was aware that the entire time he was thinking, his lips were pursed together along with his fair golden eyebrows, knitting together as his eyes darken. Push the emotions down. A voice warned him. ”Y-You.” The word died in his throat. ”Yes...I am a god Etienne. But oldest, far older than the Primordial if you know them and my reason for being here is far more complicated than what you think. Even now, god is just a word I use that…might make sense to you.” The man froze, reality did not settled in that quick yet. His mind wandered, what did He desired? To use Etienne as a tool of some sort? Destruction? Was there any artifact lost in some desert that the man wanted? Like those books he read as a child…before his family found out and burn it all. Etienne`s first thought is that the man is insane and he needed to get away. But something was pushing against his mind, their strangeness like the pair of glowing eyes he thought he had imagined, the thick air when in Paris, how everyone ignored them at convenience sometimes, forget the strangeness when Reynard or Cyrus had said and done to the point that despite he was sure he seen something…choose to kept quiet instead, the body language that he could never fit in anywhere, not even the crazy idea of a secret service or cult. He was still as a statue when it dawned on him, being pushed into a corner send him past hysteria, straight into calmness, “Me. You are here for me. Somehow, some way you need something from me.” He fell quiet. He didn`t dare to think anything at all. The being answered quickly, “I am here for you, Etienne. But I don`t mean you harm.” The look Etienne gave him must have reminded him of the gift box conversation earlier. , “and no I am not lying. You are...important to me. Its complicated and I don`t want to overwhelmed you.." The blond almost snorted. Pleased he managed to retain a semblance to a sense of humor when the man managed to literally kidnapped him. "You are a wonderful existence to me. Most precious beyond any treasure I have ever possessed and ever will." Etienne was half listening but something else he found pleased him. It was a reaction, even if its slight. The male explained in a rush and his eyes had widen slightly as if he panicked he might shoot off and run. He can`t, right? , “Deep breath Etienne, please. I want to take it slow…let me cour- know you in the human ways, it is the most familiar to you. I want…us to get to know each other, I want a place in your heart, will you allow me another chance again Etienne, please my little starling.” Silence So quiet he could almost hear the soft snow fall to the ground, he took a deep breath and shove the bubbling cauldron of emotions he is starting to feel and avert else where, “You call me little starling, why?” ”Not the bird. But if you asked me, I truly think bush tits are cuter…” Reynard almost seems…nervous before he froze. Blink and continued, “Its because to me you are my little star. Like the gods who`s divine form, so divine you couldn`t gaze at them…so is mine. What I am is closer to those stars you see in the universe except greater, brighter, older and..hungrier. You could not gaze into the stars could you? You are becoming one. Oh your soul little one, if only you can see yourself in the eyes of other deathless gods, angels, demons and every creature existed. You would have realized how precious you are. I would know, for I am Death. It is a pleasure to met you, sirmel-isilith.” Instantly, his body felt as if snow blanket him right after he was burned in an open fire pit during snow days. Etienne shuddered, and could feel goosebumps risen along his arms...and remained. ”It means my starlight lover. Closest thing to the language that I speak.” , “I…” Still have not forgiven you. God or not, I don`t care. The emotion bubbled, his thoughts echo, before he realized it filled his entire mind. He was sure that…Etienne`s head quickly snapped and look at Reynard. Only for the man to give a defeated sigh. , “I know. That`s why I wanted you to…explore around the house and compound. All I asked is that you wait for a few more weeks. Two at least, give me more chance.” ”Time…I need-” Etienne`s words logged in his throat, chocking him with everything unsaid, “Time..space” He croaked. Reynard seems to let out a deep breath, as if he was silly for forgetting, “Time, Of course but I cannot leave you all just like that or all alone for…an entire time you needed. Just..once in a while.” He explained to Etienne. , “What-” He was cut off before he even begin. Again, gods infuriating , “I am afraid to leave you alone but I will do my best to give you space. Understand I am fighting the urge to just sit and wait as I usually do little prince... and trying not to suffocate you as well by coming too..strong.” Etienne felt his hand squeezed as the man…no god arise and nearly, on reflex he had looked up with hope, almost plead the being not to leave him before he simply watch. He realized a few minute later when the smell of food had assaulted his sense of smell and visual. Reynard did not just squeeze his hand, he had slipped a tray of food unnoticed. Did he do something or was he simply too shocked? At the corner of his eyes, he saw as the god slipped past, another hand reached out after him to close the door and voices began to echo outside the door.
  2. Hello everyone. I will update in 5 days max. I just came back from my vacation and have yet recover from it. 

  3. SilverArdour

    One More Day

    I would like to say that "Lets add more bodyguard and you will be fine" plan has never work and never will. LISTEN TO NOEL Too late... Its okay, onto next chapter! God damnit
  4. SilverArdour

    Close Call

    At first, it had been awkward to wake with my head on his shoulder or he spooning me, his arm wrapped firmly around my waist. From the day the attack had happened, he didn’t bother with etiquette any longer. He pulled me into his arms as soon as we went to bed and it felt right. Aww “That’s right, but that is not the only matter; I also have to examine him for penetration… he was a virgin, right?” “Was?” I thought that would be it and Diarmad would kill the doctor on the spot when one of the council members piped up- I thought so too and here I am all excited, bundled up, eyes wide and whispering, "Yessss go D." We all need a friend like Landyn
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    Reality Bites

    “Thought of everything, huh?” “No. We arranged it yesterday. I own this building and knew there were several unoccupied flats left. Has your family visited you before?” D, no. You should not be answering that..oh..oh nevermind. I just had a sudden thought that well, Noel is a great person for someone his age. He was hurt and angry about the moving but understands how severe the situation is when explained. But age and experience does play a role here and I am impressed with how smooth the character developments are. At least for me it is, it feels natural. Noel is easily persuaded here, it was endearing to watch and amusing which believe me *mumble* can happen when you have lovers with huge age gap... Yes, I finished Book 1 and now going through again. Second read is when you notice all the details. I figured out why I like your writing, there is conflict but not foolish drama. There is something lovely in seeing people willing to work things together. Of course, I had a cheeky grin at the piano scene.
  6. SilverArdour

    Overexertion

    That is indeed accurate!
  7. SilverArdour

    Thinking Out Loud

    Simon startled me out of my thoughts. “You said you’re not sure what’s them, and what’s you… well I know one thing, they never had romantic feelings for the King. They were his friends, not his lovers. If you’re falling for him, that’s definitely you.” *points and grin like an idiot* “Noël… this Diarmad you see here… he is a, let’s say… subdued version of the real man. Because of his weakness, of the imbalance of his soul, his personality is… muted. He will become himself in time. As a matter of fact, I’m really looking forward to your fights…” Grinning he raised his empty mug Oh? I sense my all time favourite scene will come in the near future 👀 I always had a thing for couples who get back at each other or when a good emotional scene occurs. “If you don’t want me sitting with you at the table, just say so. There is no need to bring Landyn or Ronan into this. I’m not the type to force myself on people.” Yes Noel! Say it! I remember how much I love this part. I recall when I read it a long time ago, this is the first time I read a character actively called out and confront when someone is avoiding them instead of merely holding it in and keeping quiet or just accept it. Nothing wrong with them but I always preferred this. It shows they have..substance in them in a sense? a strong personality of sort and won`t just take it in. Are we seeing potential King Noel`s behaviour here? *grin* He wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in my stomach Ah the fluff, the softness of lovers and emotions of love. How enduring love is especially when you wait centuries for it.
  8. Yes, I am mildly unhinged and mildly hallucinating where I think I spelled or arranged words correctly when in fact, I didnt. I have been sleeping for 2-3 hrs for 3 weeks straight

  9. Ah...shit sorry. The chapter numbering is wrong but it is the correct chapter. I am sorry, I am not tech savvy or detailed person.

    Yes I am 24 and yes, I can do basic computer and gadget repair. No I don`t have any qualifications in IT. My major is English Literature and no, again, I am not tech savvy or detailed person when not needed. I tend to just turn off my brain and went vacation mood.

    Yes...it took me 30 min every time to figure out how to update the chapters because I could not be bothered. But maybe I should...

    I apologize. Have a good weekend everyone

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    Overexertion

    “How do you look…unaltered?” “Nobody knows anymore. The Seraei are old. We have forgotten.” Now this is new! If I am not mistaken *squint suspiciously* =-= Oh Diarmad, you didnt even apologize for endangering Noel? “It is called diplomacy, Noël. We were able to agree on a treaty eventually. As soon as I am deteriorating, I am to step down, and the Council will elect a new king. Probably Keelan McGill. However, as it is a known fact the McGills have been trying to get this position since the beginning of our time here, certain rules and prohibitions had been implemented into the treaty. Among them the strict ban on using any offensive powers in my or your presence other than to defend me.” He snorted. “That will be the day when a McGill defends me or mine. Since Moira is a physician, she was the logical choice to monitor my health; see if I was still able to do my duty. One of the conditions of the treaty was that she had to be always by my side. We knew she was spying on us; watching me to see if I broke the law by making contact with you before it was time.” As someone who had went through the above so many times, especially the diplomacy shit. Yes. Yes. Everyone knows what is going on, its an open secret but you can`t go after your enemy or someone who hurt you. That would be fatal and all you can do is watch them smirk at you because you know they know, they know you know and there is nothing that can be done except to go through it and win. Sometimes...the opposite can happen :DD Oh he apologized! and they look so cute bundled up together. Noel is angry, Diarmad is angry and even weakened he still acted like a king. Despite seconds away from clicking the next chapter. Seeing the mild cliff hanger and suspension *cough* frustrates me. I want to know what happened next asap XD
  11. A P A R T M E N T The first thing he noticed when he entered the house was the grey winter sunlight entering his living room. The second thing was the figure in full dark suit, complete with antique silver pin embedded with crustal between the lapels of its suit, wearing a bone mask. Air stuck in his lungs before he carefully release a quiet shaky breath. The aged mask adorn with cracks looked like it belonged to a fox, but foxes skulls shouldn`t be that big. "So it must be something long extinct.” His mind reasoned with him, trying to delay the inevitable. Fox shouldn`t have antlers on its skulls either or a slight wave in its jaw lines. Judging from how far north those carnivorous jaws extend, he wasn`t sure if he could stay sane if he imagined its living form further. The being stood in his living room. Strange, the air surrounding him are nothing but still and calm. But for him its like you are swimming for your life through a strong current and seeing all the sea creatures swimming about calmly. Yet he couldn`t see anything behind the gaps on the mask. Not even the eye socket. Only darkness. Suddenly as if awakened, the pair of eerie glowing golden eyes take its place. But the gold... If dark cognac was set fire, what colour could that be? His head hurts thinking about it. ”Be calm my Beloved.” A dark husky voice came from what Etienne assumed was the jaw. He first felt the pressure on his knees before the whole legs weakened and tremble. Alarm ring in his head to run away as far as possible from this man that he used to know. Someone he wanted to avoid, but at least a familiar face. ”Rey. How?” Were the only words he could mustered, whispered softly. Strong elegant fingers reached for the mask and removed them as the being walked towards him. Its like removing the mask humanized the being, the air easier to breath. The suits hugged his muscular form well, the fabric shift each step he took. His strides unhurried, but it wasn`t sluggish, merely confidence and holds the gait of a predator. Behind the mask, Etienne was awarded with the stern face of a man he had spend months fallen in love with and months more running away from. "Etienne..." The man spoke quietly and almost too calm for Etienne`s liking. The glow in his eyes dimmed, until it became hazel with a hint of brown. Said man only tilt his head slightly, his eyes unblinking, burning holes straight to his soul. Strong jawline adorn with stubble that he could almost feel underneath his fingertips, bronze tanned skin and raven haired slick back curled lightly at the nape of his neck. He had remember running through those soft hair when they were together on bed. The man`s handsome feature was everything he could asked for a partner. He looked late 20`s reaching 30`s but those ancient eyes heavy with burden couldn`t fool anyone to think he is young. A pity he wasn`t a feature kind of man, he could have been persuaded with whatever the other wish to say. But he was more of a personality kind of person, which was why the first thing he did was swinging his fist and let it connected with the male`s face with a loud thud? What did he just punched? A solid boulder? A small sound escape the man`s lips. Not from pain but shock as he looked at Etienne. Shocked that the human had just punched him no matter how futile it is. The evidence was when Etienne flinched, only a small groan escape his lips as his arms numbly fell limp. His knuckle sting and his wrist feels as if he had two brick clash together and it was stuck between two. The second smartest thing he did was tried to run back out, he took a step back and that was all Reynard need. A snarl escape the man`s lips. Etienne`s eyes widen as the sound vibrate in the entire room and froze. With a sharp inhale he took another step back, almost stumbling. He was afraid, it was almost exhilarating, an ordeal he had to passed but he won`t be tempted. Etienne was ten feet away from the man. Ten, before he saw the man spring forward at nearly impossible speed and feel iron grip on his arms. The momentum caused both of them to fly straight backwards and Etienne slammed against the closed door, black dots filled his vision and pain seared his back. He bite back a pained groan. The younger male let out a shaky breath when the door rattled. His back throb and so does something else when the man pinned him. Reynard had one of his wrist pinned, another hand caged him on his side. The man pressed his heavy muscular against him, strong thigh wedged between his slender legs, slowly but firmly brushed against his growing hard on. ”Don`t move please. My control is only so thin.” Muffled growl emit from the male buried in his scarf and pressed against his neck. The husky voice felt so close to his ear and penetrate deep inside. There was a strange accent in the male`s English that he didn`t noticed before, it was light and lyrical. It was as if the male had spoken another language all together to him. Don`t move please, my control is only so thin. Is that why the male had come to him? Ensnared to the alluring and weak persona he had crafted? Etienne stilled. Silence stretch long between them and the snow outside made everything so…quiet, peaceful, “Forgive me..” The male said, his husky voice a light whisper, soft, gentle and careful as he pulled away slightly. As if Etienne was an animal with no conscience, years of pain and emotions bottled does not matter, as if he was a raging animal or frantic rabbit to be calmed down. Unreasonable in mind, thus, what he feels is invalid. As if he would be on his knees worshiping the male by now, his value so low to take two sentence apology spoken softly in their position, “Forgive Me” and it repeated a thousand times in his mind. ForgiveMeForgiveMeForgiveMeForgiveMeForgiveMeForgiveMeForgive- It`s cold, freezing and he had a raging hard on which only cause him pain. His anger rousing quickly. Etienne swore his patience just snapped. SLAP! The sound echo in the room. Reynard`s eyes widen, words died in his lips as Etienne finally, finally had the courage to push him away. No longer was he a coward who ran away from his emotions. He didn`t know what`s up with the strange mask but if the man can be shot then he can die. When Reynard staggered, Etienne took the advantage. ”You! YOU!” He screamed. His left hand still numb, so he grab the male`s collar and use his weight to tackle him down, the strange mask fall to the floor heavily. All while Etienne was trying to land a blow on the man. ”You think I am a cheap bastard with inflated ego to take pleasure in someone lowering themselves for forgiveness? You think mere words are enough? No they are not and never will!. Your action and your choices had AGAIN AND AGAIN REFLECTED ON YOU!” Etienne shouted, those last words come out hoarse and gravel from his lips. His throat raw from screaming and his emotions. Dark endless black eyes, filled with equal pain looked into the god`s own. The god was speechless, looking at the male`s quivering lips, eyes filled with pain and anger, breathing ragged. The man was beautiful but he had caused the very pain in those eyes. Words stuck in his throat, it came out as a strange sound instead. “Had even I say I forgive you, it will never mend the mistrust I have for you. I will listen to your explanation, but don`t…don`t mistaken my willingness to listen is an amendments between us.” His throat burn as he continued, voice tremble with rage and tears, brittle, “You fucked up. You hurt me. I trusted you with information I didn`t even share with my family or anyone. Even if I have come out better in the end in one way, I am already broken from the ordeal. The pain you have caused me? I gave you my time, my trust and you spat on it by choosing something else over me. All I want to was loved. Cherished and you…you could not even give me that” His voice cracked, tears run down his wet cheeks, his eyes rimmed red and his breathing laboured, all as he tried to compose himself. And he watched the man who now wears a broken look on his face. Perhaps it will finally reflect a speck of how he felt. ”Reynard. When I ran away that day, I came back..and found that you had betrayed me.” ”I am so tired. I am tired of being alone. I don`t want to be alone anymore…but..but if you did nothing…then I would rather be alone.” He chocked on the tears, the pain burst from biting his lips help him from turning into a hysterical mess. So many things he didn`t noticed before. The body language, the small tiny details that spoke of the very being of a man he used to love. Many more things unsaid between them since he had run away with his tail tucked between his legs. He made Reynard his sanity. Betrayed, he had unleashed his anger on his family, he broke their mind by having them at each others throat, their safety, wealth taken, crimes and abuse exposed, he had played with their fear, cornered and terrified that some were reduced to mumbling and rocking themselves, unable to testify. Those who were spared because he struck early went into hiding. After he was done, then he had run away. He couldn`t come back and finish the Reynard. Couldn`t confront him and instead bottled his feelings up, forever watching behind his back by chance any remnants of his family would come back. Finally, the words that escape those sensual rang with sincerity and struck Etienne`s heart, “I truly am sorry..I wanted you, to save you the most and I did not think.” The male took in a deep breath, ”and for this as well.” All the human could see was a blur and firm grasp, covering his eyes. The man gasped, as if he had just realized there was something disconcerting earlier when he first enter the apartment. The last thing he saw was complete darkness, and everything was silence as his world became mute and dark.
  12. From the album: Things

    Sky I am exhausted today, how long has it been since I read anything? How long has it been since I write anything? I don`t know, I don`t know. For wadding through the sea of time in my mind is like swimming against a riptide.
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    Things

  14. S O N G: N I G H T P I A N O J A Z Z A I R P O R T T O A M S T E R D A M The airport was not jammed packed but its still full of people rushing to get back home before Christmas. Etienne`s footsteps was relaxed and graceful in his movement as if there was something otherworldly in his very bones and blood. There was a certainty in them despite how nervous he actually is. The tip of his fingers feel so cold. It was as if there isn`t enough layer of clothing despite being fully covered. His clothes feels constricting as were his emotions. Contained, imprisoned and he can feel how close they are to the surface of his cage, threatening to burst. He can`t afford that, not now. This isn`t the time for him to get distracted, But he knew when he was tailed, he always knew. He doesn`t have to focus, attempting to feel every bit of movement occurring in the airport desperately trying to see if there was any strange movement or to gauge his gut feeling. He just let go and immediately an image pop in his mind. Someone walking matching to his pace, male and Etienne was the purpose. It followed him at every turn, even when he sat down waiting for another flight. But hidden underneath the fear holds excitement. This is what he always do, he played hide and seek with his enemies. Changed clothing and gait, sometimes even identity. Hiding, waiting to strike. He always run but this time it was different. This time its his turn to lure and hunt. It was a step to something new and hopefully, different. Looking at his appearance now, it was less disheveled. His brown russet and golden pecan locks look presentable now and fall slightly pass his shoulder. Way pass the time where they looked dull and mated instead now they look soft, the kind that makes you want to run your fingers through and give you glimpse of various things unspeakable on bed. This is who he is, he looked soft and he is soft in a way that begged you to take him and cherish him but experienced had shaped him anotherwise. Gaze will fall from his soft locks to his suple skin, take in his kissable lips and arrived at his eyes. Dark as the cosmos where celestial bodies exist, darkness was within them because even when sunlight hits them it didn`t glisten nor turn into honeyed brown. Instead it looked like his eyes had devoured the light, nothing reached it and that almost made him inhuman. Almost. W I N T E R C A B I N "I think...there was something different this time. I think he knew he was being tailed. What do you want me to do? Reynard." A man entered, he didn`t bothered to change clothes to imitate the simple robe the other male was wearing. Silvery blue eyes so pale as if the star Sirius its self resides in them, His dark grey shirt cling to his muscular form that shift with each movement he made. His movement was graceful yet deadly, almost as if he was a beast out to hunt some prey. But snow littered all over him as if he had tracked in nothing but casual wear and loafer shoes from the bottom of the mountain to nearly here. Entirely un-bothered by the snow. Unlike others, he fully embrace human clothing and most of their invention. Here he could wear as many clothes as he wish, as many cars, weapons and experiment with technology that mankind made, explore the abundance of wealth he has and put it to use, and watch how humans fall to their feet for him. It was different if he were in the court, they don`t bothered with wealth. A gold bar is like a small grain of sand in a dessert. A few vaults hidden among their realm, some open only under the first starlight that hit the wet soil of their forest in a thousand years, guarded by Sentinels who`s language rage like the storm and burn your throat. After all, you have an eternity before you, why make things boring? He has the perk of being less divine, more...humane in a way and merely their messenger. He was more flexible compared to the Protogenos, these beings are embodiment of the Khaos`s law its self. So he waited with baited breath for the next order, to say he was joyous was an understatement. Their search will finally end. The figure froze and nearly stumbled to his seat causing Caius to lunged forward and catch him. Their eyes clash, one an ancient burnish gold and another, a burning pale blue filled with worry. Reynard let out a loud sighed, “I don`t know..” He admit, almost mutely. Caius stared at him in shock, ”Aran-Si!” The man nearly shouted. The other winced and lift a hand to stop him. Translation: "My King!" ”I didn`t say I..don`t want him. I still do its just that…the years I watched over him…I did not expect him to change at all, after all I learned that about humans. His soul is beaten, broken and bruised from his family and many things in his life. I saw no hope in him Caius because I didn`t expect him to fight them back at all….” He took a deep breath before confessing, "I didn`t expect he was slowly weaving his trap within the hearts of those that mistreat him. I didn`t expect that with a soul so fractured and so dim he could think so…clearly, so focused and determined. That..that should have not happened.” A deafening silence stretch between them. ”I had expect to bond with him and…let him be. I see no hope in him, I was even ready to make arrangement that benefits us both and prioritize him to..heal. It hurts, Caius... because I love him that moment I saw his soul before it descend down to Gaea and that short time I met his broken soul but I had passed judgement on him too soon. I still love him I do but I cannot have a possible threat to sit in court and possibly doomed the entire heaven. Not for one being. After all his spirit seems to be broken…but he changed. Is changing still and by the cosmos I truly do not know what to do.” The male took a breath and sighed some more, he slumped in the arm chair, Caius half kneel by his side. This is the longest he had speak since coming down here. Caius poured golden liquor from the de canter into Reynard`s glass. It was already mixed with starlight, each grain brighter than the moon in the darkest night. It made the gods heady with rush, and as he took a sip he praised whatever up in the heavens that allow this to exist. Reynard could feel his human heart beat against his chest. Truth to be told he had stayed here in this realm for five full star cycles, that had weakened him, as well as the fact that he lacked the other half of his soul and being in human form way too long. Strong slender fingers gripped hard over his chest, crumpling his robe. Is this anticipation? Fear of the unknown? Excitement? This is the first time the male had reacted differently. He couldn`t guess what the man was thinking or the action he would take. Most times he had mopped around or run away and Reynard even got impatient some times chasing after him. Angry and frustrated even. So many times Reynard wish he had just obliterate everything around the male and just take him, after all it won`t be the first time his kind devour a planet. But he doubt it would be wise. He wanted to do this as human way as possible as not to startled the male. But this...despite the man had gone against his family, shocking Reynard who made the mistake to never pursue after their misunderstanding, all he did after that was moping and that...irked the being. Etienne was like a wounded beast but now he moved as deadly and calculative as his family members. The man moved with purpose and as if he just knew about all the things happening around him. Reynard almost believe his beloved is...gifted. The gift of Aran-nil, The King`s Sight solely belong to a ruler of the first creations to populate Gaea.* 'My wounded beast..', he quietly thought. As if he could see the future but humans should not be able to do that, the gift had died with the first creation and never gifted ever again.. He never had the privilege to know what the human thinks or feel. Eons of being a Protogenos, being able to read human heart and know their actions with his ability had made it easy for him. He didn`t bothered to learn. Did he perhaps underestimate the man? Had he knew all these while that he was being followed and why make it known only now? "There is one more thing..." Reynard blink at the urgent tone of the man. "Reynard, I think you better hurry to him. I don`t know why but...before this airport at Paris, he spot me and our eyes met. The way he react was as if he had sense me. I was using minimal magic as possible to seems more human and use disguise. I had fooled everyone because I heard their passing thoughts...everyone but him. Our eyes met." The male quietly admit. Hunting down his prospective half was...difficult indeed. He had turned the table against the Fates, defy them for one man, the ultimate law of the universe, the oldest among the deathless gods. He took in a human form but he needed Etienne because even in his celestial form he was weakened from the loss of half a soul. He can`t go down and just snatch the man. If he went down in even in half of his pure form...war would be waged again, natural disaster would occur, Earth tectonic plates would move just like the ones that destroyed first generation of Earth inhabitants. But most important of all, he would have been tempted to killed the Sun, rip out the searing heart of that Prophet and make the dying world his trophy...but he won`t do that. Not again. He isn`t some young careless god as he once was. So he remove his divinity, the ethereal essence from himself, store it in a safe place. He removed the very thing that made him who he is and assumed this form. This time he wanted to woo the man, slowly encase him within him self and devour him whole, ensuring he won`t escape him ever again. Flash back They had met at the club. When he first descend down Caius had fussed over mortal garments so much that it had given Reynard a headache. Detailed explanation over a piece of clothing took up three hours. All for him to sit in a club, a gentleman`s club if that was what he was told. It took only a few seconds before human women flocked to him, bought by their husbands or affairs hoping to sway him. They didn`t even know what he do, yet at a sniff of wealth and prestige they had come. A gentleman`s club, the closest thing to human`s excuse for debauchery. There he was, sitting in the common area that was designed in luxury. Gold lined the walls and some furniture, cream and black. The upper floor consist of mainly darker colours. He was politely making conversation with them, who knew if he could ask if any of them had spot the one he was looking for. Something in the club caught his eyes, a being stood in the second floor across him stilled as a statue among the flurry of illicit activities. In his head filled with the noise of human hearts whispering their desire and dark emotions, his own molten gold met with dark abyss, drowning him in them. Instantly, the world around him was quiet as a cemetery and all he felt was peace. Reynard shudder, he remember how quick his desire stirred and how wrong he felt being surrounded by all of these people seducing him. How judged he felt staring back at the other`s dark eyes with endless depth. How…guilty and fearful he had felt, how nervous he was if the man did not like him surrounded casually by potential bed mates and how he nearly tore everything within his vicinity apart in the height of his desire. He finished his drink in one swing, rein in his control and placed the glass back before turning to Caius, “Then let us go get your King, Caius. The other half of the ruler to my realm and our Beloved.”
  15. I did it. I finished most of my pending work. Hello sweet sweet relief.

    Agenda: Write first then read

  16. *coos and melt* Noel, I can see more of his fierce personality here, I find it entertaining. I hope there will be growth for him as years comeby. Some actions or words spoken help added more zing? kick? to the characters personality. Like an antique mirror now polished. Diarmad, you are indeed a king. Power show to inflict mental damage on opponent is a must no matter what. Now, did I said no matter what? I hope I did because I wonder what will happened next. So many things like body language, quick thinking done all to help him get a semblance of upperhand to Keelan. Oh damnit Keelan. I dont like you. My memory is vague but I hope I will have the delight of seeing Diarmad cook in the future~
  17. SilverArdour

    Sleepless Night

    I am thinking between Old Fashion or Bourbon Sours for myself but I would put orange, cranberry and a cinnamon stick for garnish in the second one 😅 If I am curled up cozy however, I would just spiked my egg nog. But then again its a matter of question if I want to get up or not. Hell, I would just modify a rum and coke to look festive. Sometimes its a matter of taste and mood. Snacks: Christmas cookies for sweet, a flaky savoury pastry for...savoury. But the fun part is fending off my cats I dont have snow but I do like doing snow related things...you have made me think. Which is bad because now I want to experiment
  18. Ah. Classic FM. I do not know but there is something calming when it is 2am and knowing that it's s 7pm on the other side of the world. 

    There is always something about two different people experiencing late night and sunsets at the same time 

  19. A I R P O R T 7 Days before Christmas He spent three days mulling over his decisions. His head feels heavy and each thoughts passes by his mind so fast he barely caught them. His thoughts were the cars racing by in a blur, minor details barely caught and he was forced to watch the race when he just want to go home. He ended up talking to Donovan and Clariss. They talked hours long, from late night until to the point he had made coffee for himself and move to the window so he could take in the scenery. They talked and talked, in the evening when the sky was purple and orange from sun setting till the darkness of early morning. They gave him their time even when he never revealed his full plan and thoughts. They had sense something was unease with him and his heart break. He couldn`t be like everyone else. He didn`t think it would be possible for him to be normal. Don`t friends opened up with each other instead of keeping things in? Normal people show how broken they are, they looked for listening ears to tell their problems and they do reckless things when their emotions are high. Freedom. The freedom to express and do anything they want. Why can`t he be like that? His friends had took in his dull raven eyes, his feature that was praised to be devastatingly youthful and handsome look aged and knew despite the smile that he was hurting, and slowly try to ease his pain. When morning come they gave him something to think about. Donovan had said, “Well, Etty. I...I won`t give you parting advise how you should not be doing anything reckless. Do something crazy, something drastic to take your mind off things. Anything, car racing, snow mobile, jumping off plane or motorbike racing but remember to put your safety gear, that split second before you make your decision remember us, remember to never take chances. It`s fine to do crazy things to help you.. just nothing that can get you killed.” “I would suggest not to do exactly that, dying that is. Not all of us are Donovan who meet his true love after crashing his motorbike in an illegal racing. The only thing we would be meeting is our maker.” Clariss rolled her eyes but her teasing tone was met with laughter from both men. She let out a huffed before continuing, she looked tired and know she couldn`t lie to him, “Is it tiring? The answer is yes but I want you to know staying friends with you is worth it. You are worth it and you are love. I know you know this too. Ipromise you that change is inevitable . There is no way you can stop life from happening, everything comes and go, the good and especially the bad. I only ask that..you will find us when you need us. Don`t run away from us no matter what, no matter how hard your thoughts get.” He didn`t know how his old school name was…perverted into something cute but it made him smile a bit. There is a black hole inside him, he will always hunger for more. The advise wasn`t enough, the company of his friends was no longer enough, but appreciating someone`s time was something ingrained in him...no. Actually he felt bad and he truly was grateful so he thanked them. "ATTENTION TO PASSENGERS BOARDING FLIGHT 009 TO PARIS-" He snapped from his daydreaming when his flight number was called, he boarded the plane. Tail tucked between his legs he ran away from everything and himself. Again. He swore he heard a voice in his head as he sat down and buckle up his seat belt. For that brief moment he was reminded that sometimes gods would whisper in the thoughts of mankind. 'There will always be storm, for how long will you run away?' He stilled, his eyes drawn to the small window besides him. The evening skies are still blue, but little shown and most are hidden by dark clouds, some golden due to the setting sun. It was majestic and...godly. He couldn`t take his eyes off it, he shuddered and quickly pull the shutter down. P A R I S H O T E L Etienne`s entire whole body tense and heart beat a loud but steady rhyme as he quickly surveyed the entire room. He sighed softly when he couldn`t feel any presence except for himself in the entire suite. THUD He jumped at the sound and let out a soft yelp, ears filled with the deafening loudness before he realized it was his suitcases. It had slipped from his grasp and he was too tired to notice. Dark eyes locked on the suitcase, breath stuck in his lungs. He could feel his knees weakened as he collapsed on the floor as he slump and let out a huge breath of relief. His vision swarm as he lift his head up, taking everything in again. Finally, a small hysteric laughter escape his lips, “Pfftt-AHAHAHAA!" His sides cramp, so he shift but he still didn`t stop, tears were running down his face and something inside his mind snap like a dry twig. The laughter escalated louder, more to shriek and turn into a wheeze that he swore he woke someone up but...well. He falls to the floor, laying down clutching his stomach while his entire body shaking with laughter. He chocked, emotions surged up, the tears from his laughter are warm, warmer still when it turns into quiet sobs. “Gods…why?” He cover his face, weeping quietly. His chest feel compressed as emotions welled up overwhelming any thoughts in his mind. He was incapable of doing anything except be at the mercy of his emotions. Occasionally, he would sobbed loudly, fresh tears coming down and sometimes they would just run down his cheeks silently. It felt like eternity for him but finally with a kernel of energy, he muster the will to get up. His legs no longer shaky but he could barely feel any energy. There was something stirring in his heart, an unknown feeling as he survey his surrounding. He felt like a child when he realize he was sniffling in between trying to take a breather to calm himself down. When he stopped trying so hard to contained himself and let go, he could breath again. This grand luxury place that he choose, now he wondered if he had merely trade one gilded prison with another. He didn`t feel anything this time, his soul restless and heart heavy still with turmoil. The flight took a toll on him and for now, Etienne could not muster the energy to care because he was exhausted from the flight. Why? Because they had to take so many stops just so he could throw both side off. Those whatever left of his family and his ex-lover. Ex lover...does running away counts as break up? Does running away after suspecting his lover is up to something counts as break up? He was exhausted from far too many battles but he knows that running away won`t help but he couldn`t just fight anymore. It made his heart feel heavy, his mind blank in the only way endless physical torture can do and his legs heavier than rock as they carried him to where the bedroom is. Passing the living room, he found that they had stocked the drink cabinet with every labels imaginable. He stared at them for a moment before turning away. He knew that blackout drunk isn`t favourable and only prolonged his problems but he isn`t so keen on facing head splitting, gut puking hangover in the morning either. As he walked the luxurious hallway of the suite, his past weighted on his shoulder. When he crashed on the bed he hadn`t bothered to change his clothes, they are comfortable and it was why he choose it. As he slipped into dream land, he realized it always made him happy like a child would be, going to sleep without being forced to take off his socks or change clothes like a ‘proper’ adult. It is freeing when you refuse to conform to certain ideas that you matter only when following certain things in life, especially when it has been used to hurt you, to tell you that you worth less than you actually are. For once he is able to shut off the voices in his head, and that night his sleep is dreamless except for a pair of ancient golden eyes, just like the gold the dead are buried with. S T R E E T S O F P A R I S Weather Report: Light Snow with a teaspoon of ominousness. 4 Days Before Christmas A few days later he sat on the coffee shop frowning, he frowned a lot these days. Etienne had spend so long trapped in the hotel room, thinking until his head hurt or it could be the crying before he decided it was stupid of him to stay coped up in a new environment. He might as well just stayed at his old place if that were the case. So he put on a comfortable forest green turtleneck, a grey blue trench coat with the inside lined in green and beige plaid. He walked and walked, passing by the frozen lake, the park who`s plants buried with snow and only after hours of walking, when he swore even his winter boots could not save his feets from the snow, he managed to found a cozy coffee shop of his dream to sat down. Everything seems like a dream lately. He got everything he wanted except he knew deep down this is not his reality. This is a delusion that he made up himself, playing peace. Just like when a person was tortured and their mind slipped away to cope. His mind slipped away as he wondered, when did it first started? When did everything first started? Then he remembered what the man had said. "I found him. I finally found him. I don`t think I can wait." Was the sentence he dreaded to hear. He did not bothered to listen more. Etienne left the hotel room they booked together with only his phone and wallet. Everything else he left behind, his clothes, books and he remembered the clothing articles he left behind and swore he won`t wear them or the same style. He knew he can always trust himself with how meticulous his decision making is, so he doesn`t have to think much. How stupid and wounded he was when he nearly exit the place with a bathrobe. Since then he tucked his tail and run far away, evading every attempt to capture him. His reality is a nightmare and so is the man that caused it. His thoughts quiet down, a few seconds passed and a few more quiet seconds of his heart lamenting, that no. It was not the man`s fault. It had been his fault. He had run away. No explanation, talking, nothing at all like he first did with his family. Could he blamed the man for chasing him? After all he did told him what he did with his family. No...Not 'Him' but Rey. Reynard. His beloved, the one who took his heart and did god knows what with it...did the man still love him? Even Etienne himself have to admit something. To chase him for a year, when he had moved to five different places and three continents...he is scared shitless if they ever met. His soul feel restless for the storm that he knew will come and he..just thinking about this tires him out…he wanted a break. To lay down in an isolated place be it a desert or a forest and wished that this is not his problem. Except, that isn`t what he had vowed is it? That was not what Rey had vowed either. He had learned vows are supposed promises and metaphor not something literal or taken seriously. He had learned that watching his parents who talked about each other`s behind the back, pitting his siblings against one another like family is a war. He had learned that promises meant nothing, words bind only if it is given the power to do so. He learned that when he told his siblings secrets that would rip relations and severe price, it will come out He learned that people have different idea for relations be it friends or family. These people would talked of his ‘lackings’ behind his back but it doesnt matter that he was willing to remedy his mistakes or flaws. It was never about his lacking to begin with. He learned that people can spread speculations and exaggerated things about him and he realized its never about him. Its because they can. He learned betrayal and it seeps deep inside him. He allowed it to settled deep in his soul and blinded him to many choice he could have made for his own happiness. He uses it as an excuse to be a coward and miserable. And all he could do was stare down at the coffee mug in his hand. He had made a mistake but what could he do differently? Living his dream life had..had not brought him the peace he wish for. He hunger for more even when he didn`t want to. Life did not went smoothly despite he wanted it, willed it so. But the pain he carried had settled deep within him. The first thing he could do was accept the fact that his family never will ever again bothered him and even if they did, he could get rid off the remainings with no problem. They could not harm him. He was sure of that. The second thing he could do..the man..his first love. Well...what would be do anyway? Listen and forgive or trust? He was told so many times to do all of that but could he? But why should he? The man hurt him. His feelings are not lies. Anger had been his self preservation, it saved him many times, forced him to see truth after truth. That he did not deserve the mistreatment of his family, that he could not save them and he himself made the choice to let them perish. Revenge had made him content, he didn`t feel empty after that...he felt satisfied. But he couldn`t trust, he had jumped the gun when he found something suspicious about his lover and ran. He ran and justified it, telling him that the man always felt...off. That this is why he could not love ever because being betrayed hurt. Why he will never ever able to be honest about his closest friends about what had actually happened. Why- "Pfft" The coffee he was sipping splash, liquid ran down the mug and was quickly wiped off, thanks to him snorting and unable to stop himself from laughing. That earned him a few glances from other customers, the cafe was a quiet place after all, a little thing in the more posh and less touristy area. He cleared his throat and bowed his head a bit apologetically. Thank god for the opened book he had placed on the table. They`ll chalk it off as something else other than crazy. He had laughed at his own train of thoughts. Staring at the mug in his hand, 'How pathetic was I? Using all of these as an excuse to why I will never be happy? Why I will never be able to be honest with my friends. My family is gone and they won`t be able to harm me ever again...I guess...there is something to be fixed in me but I guess, I`ll have to start facing the consequences of my actions-..." It was only a matter of a few seconds when his ears popped just like when you go to a high altitude, the air filled with statics and he realized he couldn`t hear any talking in the background despite lips moving and body language at every place his eyes landed on. He felt his sense cut off, alienated from his own body and he shivered as if so many eyes had landed on him. Dread penetrate him, he felt like a prey about to be devoured. Saliva build up and he chocked on them, the stares felt concentrated. 'Left' Was the direction he felt pulled to and his head snapped quickly to look. 'I was not wrong' He thought as his eyes landed on the catwalk across the streets to a figure leaning against the wall with a flower bouquet in his arms. Clad in stylish black winter clothing, he could have been fooled thinking it was a man waiting for a lover with that bouquet except..his own dark orbs clash with a pair of silvery blue eyes half hidden by dark shade. In winter? Etienne felt ridiculous. The man eyes widen, as if he wasn`t expecting to be spotted so quickly. Etienne could recognized that sharp jawline and handsome face like Eros himself anywhere. Reynard`s right hand man or best friend, Caius. Of course, both of them froze, muscles locked into place as they stare at each other, each refusing to surrender. "Shit." Etienne said. He had wore different style of clothing, his hair done differently. The air around him and the way he carried himself was different. Instead of letting his shoulder length hair down to hide his face like he always did, he had it comb backwards. Neat. He didn`t wear his glasses and had them replaced with contact lenses. Where did he do it wrong? Just as he placed his hands on the table about to stood up, the man vanish. Vanish just like that, no car passing by, no ducking into any shop because Caius had not moved a muscle at all. Etienne had blinked and he is gone. He blinked a few more times, unable to believe himself. He is not crazy, and he definitely did not imagined it. The man had just vanished. As he let out a breath he didn`t realized he was holding, he cover his face with his hands in frustration and fear. His hands were trembling, his body felt colder than ever and he put his legs down, pressing his feet against the ground to stop the trembling. He sighed. Well, this is how he knew things are about to get much more shittier for him and he didn`t even managed to fix himself yet. His heart thumping like crazy, beating fast against his chest cavity like a humming bird, god he wanted to run but they always find him. Suddenly he had a crazy idea, Donovan did tell him its okay to do something crazy. Etienne strained himself from smiling like a lunatic, not hard with your hands covering your face 'A crazy, crazy and suicidal idea indeed.' He better text his friends that he love them if he didn`t come out of this alive. Its time to do this or die.
  20. SilverArdour

    Sleepless Night

    Oh Diarmad you oblivious king, he is so happy that he was a tiny bitt oblivious to Noel's mental churning. Now I cant wait to finish all the three books. We can see here that Diarmad is a king and he is dominating in a sense to Noel. Noel kept most of the sass inside his mind judging by the Prologue part. Noel is still young of course. Am I equally confused no? But I am however, equaly frustrated as Noel is so we can tell what us my main driving emotion mostly But I must say, a midnight scene during a snowy season? I can easily pictured how quiet it must be, and the lighting in the room, it feels as of there's only two of them in the entire world with nothing to disturb them. I can easily imagined Diarmad's part particularly on how guiding and quietly dominating he is. Sometimes when I read things it was as if it could melt in my tongue and spread its taste if that made sense. I think I can easily get a tribute drinks and snacks to go for with this series while reading it 😆
  21. SilverArdour

    The Letter

    We shall attribute this to my selective memory on certain things at certain point of time. For me it does feel like I have never read it before as your writing have changed (In a good way) I think I am quite sensitive to changes as I can remember something was different
  22. SilverArdour

    Prologue

    So this is how you quote a comment 😀 and we are all happy that you did. I do wonder if there will be more in the future. Thank you for continuing and finishing this story
  23. SilverArdour

    Flare of Power

    “Is there a problem Simon?” I just...laughed. I sure hope not Simon, let the poor man be with his mate. Too good an opportunity... I grinned. “No.” and that dear Landyn is The Negotiator. I can tell that the writing is more filled this time compared to the first time I read it. The arrangement of words are slightly different but retained the same..air, we can say that a writing shows a person`s personality and it is still as good as ever. Your writing aged like a fine whiskey 😁. But poor Noel, I am sure he is doubting everything he did and feel quite alienated from his own self. Hello Miora. I do not like you. Oh Noel, of course you do not mind. Each of your soul loved him in their own way, a love that stretch across centuries will always be special. I have devised a scheme. With every set of phase and work I got done. I can read a chapter as...a treat
  24. SilverArdour

    The Letter

    I have never been so thankful that there is a next chapter after this so I can read immediately. Diarmad and Noel are mates, thousands of books I have read. (I am human and my reads are limited) and never found a twist as interesting as this. I love that Diarmad is not a representative of an organization but potential lover to Noel instead, I love how weakened he is, his emotions as a king is displayed when he admit that this is the least he can do in his state. How will Noel react? That should interesting. We can tell how Diarmad is the older one every time he says, "Read!"
  25. SilverArdour

    Reunion

    I love how vivid and simplistic your writing are. At least for me they are, its amazing how smooth flow they are. When Landyn explain to Noel about the double work, it made sense but there is something off about it. I can`t wait to see what happened next. For someone who never experienced snow in my life I can always feel yours in the writing. The way you write about nature have always been my favourite, it is very calming no matter how many others I have read. Perhaps it is the atmosphere or air of the writing style. Si for Simon is a very cute nickname Edit: I did groaned when Noel was...punt off so to say. Ouch.
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