tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-06-28:417281Tear Tarnished AngelMusingsnathanialroyale2018-08-13T04:38:07Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2009-06-28:417281:135001[novel drabble] a smaller ending [during Book 2]2018-08-13T04:38:07Z2018-08-13T04:38:07ZJonathon Davis - The Secretbusypublic0<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><u style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11.3333px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px;"><strong>Title:</strong></u><span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px;"><font face="arial" style=""><span style="font-size: 11.3333px;"> <b>a smaller ending [Book 2]</b></span><br /></font></span><u style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11.3333px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px;"><strong>Rating:</strong></u><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11.3333px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px;"> (PG-13) </span><br style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11.3333px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px;" /><u style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px;"><b style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11.3333px;">Content Notes: </b></u><div><em><br />Nathanael’s pov. Book 2. The War has been won. Drefan has been stopped. Scene- Through Thom and Nathanael’s perseverance, Drefan’s mind has been freed…<br /><br type="_moz" /></em>---<br /><br />...</div><div> </div><div>Drefan made a move to brush past us all, newly risen with his mind returned to his control. </div><div>“Dreffie?”</div><div> </div><div>“It’s too light here. You know that. I’m not meant to be here and no one ever wanted me here. Go on kid,” he looked back to me, stopping just for a moment.</div><div> </div><div>“Rule your Kingdom, and maybe help them, my people. Undo all the Gods damn damage your parents did in their blind judgment of things they didn’t understand. Finish your destiny. I never thought I had one but well look where that got me. I’m frankly sick and tired of it all. You set me free…” </div><div>Drefan’s brows furrowed heavily, “I won’t forget that. But we’re even. I saved you, and you saved me. Done deal. I’m gone.”</div><div><br />“Where?” the word escaped with a sob.</div><div> </div><div>“Well as you and Thom wouldn’t leave well enough alone and here I am out of the Abyss. You’ll find me in my personal hell.”</div><div>With that he turned, hands in his pockets, heading through the doors like no time had passed like nothing had happened in the last 6 years.</div><div> </div><div><em>He just left.</em></div><div> </div><div>Drefan walked away. The teleportation circles would take him to the Border Forest. But I did not want to go back to the cabin, it <em>was</em> our personal hell and I wanted no part in it. I could not understand and it hurt, after everything, it hurt so gods damned much.</div><div> </div><div><em>The Kingdom was saved, the battle won, and nothing, for me, had changed.</em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em>Drefan still did, indeed, hate me.</em></div><div><em>Thom was dead.</em></div><div><em>All of my family? Gone.</em></div><div> </div><div>Do you still blame me for not being able to stop any of it? I was a child…I still feel like a child. 17. Barely-grown. I was innocent, ignorant of the world and its sins back then. I did not know…you know that I wish I had. That I could have stopped what Robert had done to you and to our beloved Thom. </div><div> </div><div><em>We are the last ones left, you and I.</em></div><div><em>Our secrets buried.</em></div><div><em>Deep inside.</em></div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em>Yet here I sit on the final battlefield, spurned. </em></div><div> </div><div>I knew I had to move on, to get up, to take my throne and be crowned King. But I needed this time to scream. Because this was not how things were supposed to be. This was not how it all was supposed to end. My heart had lied to me.</div><div> </div><div>So I screamed and I thrashed as Sir Raphael held me, stopping me from using my sharpened nails on myself. So much blood, what was a little more? But no, my Sovereign Guard refused as he pushed my face into his tunic sheltering the world from an anger that I had not allowed myself to express in eight years.</div><div> </div><div>Not since the day I learned, I would die. </div><div> </div><div>I had a kingdom to rebuild and I knew I could not run after you. Not again. I had to think of my people before myself. Nobody would understand.</div><div> </div><div><em>Goodbye, Drefan.</em></div><div><em>I love you. Still.</em></div><br type="_moz" /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nathanialroyale&ditemid=135001" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2009-06-28:417281:37280[Novel] My Iris2011-03-08T05:43:41Z2017-04-19T09:18:59ZClimbing the Walls - BSBgiddypublic0<u>Title:</u> My Iris<br /><u>Rating:</u> (PG)<br /><u>Content Notes/Warnings:</u> Fluff, pure and utter Fluff. <br /><br /><strong>No Warnings</strong><br /><br /><u>Main Character/s:</u> Rapheal Lécuyer, Riq'ua Riviria<br /><u>Plot</u>: <em>I will show you Rapheal, everyday that I remain at your side how much I love you. </em><br /><u>Location: </u>illander Castle, illander City<br /><br /><br />--<br /><br /><br />The three tiered aqua and black hat was tipped over Raphael’s face so the sun did not get into his eyes lying against the small grassy hill in the gardens. He was still in his elaborate uniform but he had undone the overcoat that was stripped black, gold and aqua. Relaxed and comfortable as he was, he did not stir, the softest footsteps arriving by his side. Lord Riq’ua was in his white robes which he hiked up so he could go down onto one knee beside the Knight.<br /><br />“Sir.Raphael? I take it your off duty this afternoon?”<br /><br />A white linen gloved hand came up quickly to push back the hat so his blue eyes could look up into Aqua that were normally cold but had a pinch of amusement in their depths. <br /><br />A becoming pink brushed the younger man’s cheeks, “Oui Lord Riq’ua, the King has no need of my services at the present.”<br /><br /><br /><center><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://nathanialroyale.dreamwidth.org/37280.html#cutid1">Story Inside</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div></center><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nathanialroyale&ditemid=37280" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2009-06-28:417281:36315[OrigFic] Years End Wishes (Costumes)2011-02-26T22:56:39Z2017-04-19T09:19:35ZDeath Stars - The Fuel Ignitesecstaticpublic0<u><strong>Title:</strong></u> Years End Wishes<br /><u><strong>Prompt:</strong></u> Costumes<br /><strong><u>Rating: </u></strong>(PG) <br /><u><strong>Content Notes/Warnings: </strong></u><br /><br /><em>Sjel Nn’harma is the God of Death, Souls and the Afterlife.</em><br /><br /><u><strong>Warnings:</strong></u><strong> None</strong><br /><br /><u><strong>Main Character/s: </strong></u>Sir. Raphael Lécuyer, Nathanial Peter Quele Royale<br /><u><strong>P</strong></u><u><strong>lot:</strong></u> It is the Years End Masked Ball, the King asks a favor of his King’s Guard to pull off the ruse.<br /><u><strong>Location:</strong></u> illander castle, illander city.<br /><br /><br />--<br /><br /><br />Raphael drew the brush through the golden blonde hair one last time, standing behind, setting the brush down his white linen gloved hands lay on small shoulders.<br /><br />“You are certain?”<br /><br />“Oui, Raphael this could be the only time I may be able to do this...”<br /><br />Raphael let go and moved to the side, on one knee he knelt beside his King looking into the vanity mirror. There was no denying that Nathanial could pull off the ruse, the Half Elven boy had always been feminine and now with the God Sjel Nn’harma housed within his form he had stopped aging. Until the day he died he would forever remain physically thirteen. <br /><br /><br /><center><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://nathanialroyale.dreamwidth.org/36315.html#cutid1">Story Inside!</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div></center><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nathanialroyale&ditemid=36315" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2009-06-28:417281:26122[OrigFic] Duties. (Spooning)2010-10-08T20:27:41Z2017-04-19T09:27:40ZMediaeval Baebes - The Snakerestlesspublic2<u>Title: </u>Duties.<br /><u>Prompt: </u>Spooning<br /><u>Rating:</u> (PG)<br />Content Notes/Warnings: Another bad night, the King just cannot sleep. His Knight tries to help. <strong>No Warnings.</strong><br /><br /><u>Main Character/s:</u> Sir. Raphael Lécuyer, Nathanial Peter Quele Royale<br /><u>Plot:</u> The War has been won, the fighting is over. But the sickness remains and the King is restless in his sleep.<br /><u>Location: </u>illander Castle, Capitol of Camar'a.<br /><br /><br /><br />Standing at the window, Raphael let his eyes close, feeling the spring wind, cooler at night, his hands grasping the sill. Uneven breathing, soft coughs even in rest; the Knight could do nothing for the ailment of his King. The breeze moved his blonde hair and he blew at it to remove it from his vision, Tin Du’hil’s shinning face illuminating the gardens in the night. Sila Vor’s children twinkled in the night sky and Raphael felt a sense of peace he had not felt in many years. <br /><br /><br /><center><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://nathanialroyale.dreamwidth.org/26122.html#cutid1">More Story Inside.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div></center><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=nathanialroyale&ditemid=26122" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments