#♚ KNOWING BY THE MESSENGER BIRD . . . ( ᴀsᴋs. )

[lightswcrn]

(xsprxsso) Oh look, here comes the lady of the hour. "Arthur! There you are, are you okay? I felt like something might be wrong so I ran here and the maids said you would-" She freezes, red creeping over cheeks. She turns away slightly, covering her eyes with her hand. "Okay, you're shirtless, um- a-anyway, are you okay? Are the far bothering you? Or am I just being paranoid cause honestly that's pretty likely and-"

And, she's flustered rambling. Hooray.

hearing his name - not ' king ' or ' your majesty ' - just ' a r t h u r ' - he slowly turns his head , & the shock was like lightning through his body - his hair curling & swirling around - eyes wide with the yellow creeping over his face a g a i n she saw him she SAW him like this she saw him without a shirt - ! she really came here , running all the way to check on him , & she had to see him like this -

『 " riLeY - ! " 』 he's frozen , anchor thumping hard even still right near the pool. he was practically frozen & the area around him was ringing , her gorgeous long pink hair & her voice that makes his heart feel l i g h t - he quickly sinks into the water , with his hair floating on the surface , some tying to shape into hearts -

『 " i am . . . alright - " 』 his voice is clear , since water doesn't affect ghosts in the same way. 『 " the fae were being pests - however - i - i have been relaxing just fine - in the pool. do you need - s - something - ? " 』

stop stuttering !

she SAW him buthowmuchdidshesee - !

[lightswcrn]

abandoning Arthur? :(

// not at all ! i just have another muse is all lol. i would never abandon my king <33

[lightswcrn]

"Quick question: are you capable of eating, or do you need to possess someone to eat food?"

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ; IT  WAS  PREPOSTEROUS.  for  an  apparition  to  FEAST  among  the  living.  to  waste  time  with  an  experience  such  as  this  ,  o  king  ,  how  could  you  ?  such  COUNTLESS  more  individuals  out  there  need  the  food  .  .  .  &  regardless  ,  this  was  possible.  but  unnecessary.

『 "  i  can  ‘  eat  ‘  with  no  body.  in  any  case  ,  if  i  wish  to  feel  full  ,  i  require  a  body.  " 』

tap  tap  tap  was  your  finger  against  the  doorframe.

『 "  is  there  a  reason  for  why  you  are  asking  this  ?  " 』

[lightswcrn]

This was perhaps the quickest Sparrow had ever put something together as a gift (that wasn't food-related) and he hoped the King would appreciate it. With a deep breath to calm his nerves, the angel approached and presented the gift: a shawl...a golden shawl. Though, not literally made of gold, but certainly golden in color.. Neatly woven in an elegant pattern that resembled the sun and long, waving rays representing sunlight reaching to the outer edges. He has accented the work with shimmery beads and a weighted tassel on the left, right, and middle points.

"I wish you a pleasant birthday and I hope you enjoy this gift, my King."

it's been about ten or twenty minutes , staring off on his balcony and again watching as the people just went on by , enjoying the celebration that was today . . . he had been thinking to himself that perhaps . . . this day was not too bad so far. not at all , really , even if he felt his age did not have much importance in it . . .

but . . . why was he feeling so much more -

his thoughts were cut short , feeling someone else in the area. what , with his hair moving even faster , the little strands on the back of his neck standing on end. he turns around and sees him.

sparrow.

and with a gentle gasp , he stares down at the gift. and goodness , was it the most beautiful shawl he has EVER laid his eyes on - the colors bright , golden in color with so many wonderful patterns . . . sunlight with beads , tassels , all perfectly mixing together in the brightest and gorgeous piece of fabric . . . time and effort that was stitched right into it. and all coming from another ghost.

his anchor skips one , two , three beats -

he stares up at sparrow with a soft and gentle look , carefully taking the shawl from his hands . . . his hair loosens around him and his face turns yellow , giving it a quick look over.

『 " oh - my , my , sparrow . . . this is for me ? all of this effort , this time . . . ? and all for a day like today ? " 』 his voice lightens a tad , and maybe he didn't even notice . . . 『 " you have been nothing but kind to me . . . though i may have maidens , it is the gift from people who know you so well that also has value. " 』

he holds it close to his chest . . . oh he so wanted to wear this later.

『 " you have no idea how much i appreciate this , sparrow. how could i ever repay you ? " 』

[lightswcrn]

blood. fae  blood  everywhere.

  ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ; YOU  KEEP  ON  RUNNING  ON  PURE  ADRENALINE  ALONE. they  knew  what  they  were  doing  ,  they  w  a  n  t  e  d  you  to  be  like  this  ,  wanted  others  to  see  you  like  this  &  rain  has  already  seen  you  she  wasn't  supposed  to  see  you. a  monster. you  were  a  monster  -  you  were  the  one  who  was  causing  this  violence  ,  when  they  were  the  ones  who  came  in  &  bothered  you  -  it  was  y  o  u. you  were  slicing  ,  splitting  fairy  flesh  in  half. no  different  than  fae  ,  they  were  nothing  like  the  face  ,  they  deserved  so  much ��better. they  deserved  love  &  respect  &  you  were  no  monster  -  you  would  never  hurt  them.

 the  walls  thump  rhythmically  ,  as  if  you  were  in  the  ribcage  of  some  unjustly  ,  disgusting  &  cruel  monster  -  in  time  with  your  anchor  ,  your  hair  t  w  i  t  c  h  e  s  ,  your  body  is  moving  so  fast  &  so  dizzying  that  you  could  barely  process  it  ,  trying  to  remove  all  of  them  ,  everywhere  - blood  is  over  your  face  &  you  can  taste  it. &  the  rot. &  the  monster  trying  to  break  through  your  chest  &  take  over  - 

EYES  ALL  OVER  YOUR  BODY  ,  &  WINGS  WANTING  TO  SPREAD  -  YOU  WANT  TO  F E E D.

. . . . . . . . .

 no. no no  nonononononononono  no no  no no  no  - 

no  -  he  saw  you  -  he  saw  you  - 

even  if  a  sharp  strand  of  your  hair  was  r  i  g  h  t  through  caoimhe  ,  you  sit  there  ,  staring  at  sparrow  ,  oh  sparrow  with  his  bright  suit  &  heavenly  white  wings  ,  almost  b  l  i  n  d  i  n  g.

. . . . . . . .

you say nothing. you STARE.

[lightswcrn]

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ; OH  THE  VOICES  the  voices  were  too  much  &  you    k  n  e  w  -  you  k  n  e  w  that  they  would  never  stop  ,  why  would  any  of  them  ever  stop  ?  they  spoke  at  you  ,  SUNG  at  you  with  violence  &  venom  &  they  would  never  stop  ,  they  would  never  end. your  body  moves  FASTER  than  your  mind  ,  you  didn't  even  need  your  sword...the  golden  divine  powers  FLOW  through  you  -  the  knives  in  your  ghostly  flesh  is  a  burning  pain  -  n  u  m  b  i  n  g  -

& ��yet  you  keep  pushing. keep  going. keep  fighting.

 they  will  try  to  hurt  you. they  will  try  to  scream  at  you  ,  call  you  names  ,  will  you  let  them  get  to  you  ?  will  you  surrender  ?  no. you  are  not  FOOL  ,  even  as  the  rage  burns  DEEP  -  even  as  one  of  them  calls  you  a  freak  ,  a  monster  ,  a spoken name ,  r  i  l  e  y  -

r  i  l  e  y. . . . . . . . . . . . .

something  in  you  s  n  a  p  s  in  half  ,  like  you  could  almost  hear  it. you  slice  at  caoimhe  ,  trying  to  get  her  off  ,  your  hair  grabbing  at  fae  ,  throwing  them  around  ,  stabbing  at  them  ,  the  ringing  WORSENING  &  there  was  blood  &  you  can  smell  it  &  you  could  t  a  s  t  e    it    -  anchor  pounding  so  hard  it  was  buzzing  -

you  liked  it.

you  loved  it.

『 “ nochdaidh mi DHUIT FIOR GHNUIS A’ BHAIS. “ 』

[lightswcrn]

★: Is e do shuilean an riochdachadh sgoinneil de rionnagan. Tha mi airson an toirt.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ; IT  SPEAKS  TO  YOU  ,  a  language  lost  in  the  SEA  of  decades  ,  but  it  speaks  to  you.  loud  &  clear  ,  &  yet  in  the  whisper  of  the  fae. you  listen  ,  you  turn  your  head  ever  so  slightly  at  what  could  be  considered  a  THREAT.  take  them  ?  why  ?

ALT

『  “ na  cuir  dragh  ort. “  』

[lightswcrn]

No, do tell us the story of the tattoos

We are Listening With Open Ears

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ; EVERYTHING  was  closing  in.  you  could  barely  see  straight  as  it fills  your  head  like  water  ,  practically  being  pulled  through  the  surface  -   SUFFOCATING  -

『  " one  can  live  without  the  tale.  “ 』

[lightswcrn]

:O sir where did the tattoos come from

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ; oh , wouldn't you like to know such a story ?

too painful. too painful. he couldn't scream. didn't get a chance to.

[lightswcrn]

Hm, interesting. I present you a gift for today- (The anon poofs something into the room. It is a plastic baggie filled with edibles.) Enjoy!

eHHHH ? wHAt aRe the S e ? !

THEY LOOK DELICIOUS.

he grabs the bag & shakes it.

he looks so happy.

[lightswcrn]

(viviskull) 19. A memory of someone they don’t see anymore *GRABS THE POPCORN. >:3*

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It was like a dream...and yet, not a dream.

Almost incomprehensible in shape and size, a being that knew the strings, many of them - could see it on him....He stares back, stares up, at a figure much bigger than him - another layer of the universe he has never seen before...Something in the air changes, the moment they mentioned a familiar face, a girl donned in blue, he could feel his 'throat' constrict. His headache, slowing him down, he found himself confused, like the center of his chest had been scooped out and leaving a black hole...

But their words filled that space, even if only a little - spoke into his very core, spoke t h r o u g h him, piercing, even if they spoke oh so gently, even if they were just telling him the story of his dear friend . . . Leaves him in shock - knowing that there was something else . . .

Now, for my answers will not do. For what she can handle is not up to me, dear prince. Her eyes are not mine, but yet still we share them. She chosen her path, hidden above the clouds, for her crown. Now, you need a hand to uncover it. To see what how she did. To feel her aching heart. A flower, for a peek, to see what she hides beneath it.

A flower on his hand, attached, a guide....Even through the shock, he had to keep going - he had to s e e. Going past many arms, eyes, whispers - slipping through the other side to find her there....It was a blur, seeing her jump into action right in front of him, only a spectator, powerless to change anything - seeing what she tried hard to - to seemingly keep it under wraps - right?

That being, large and knowing - there was a comforting sense behind him, even if he always spat poison and disgust towards any god that wished to cause harm, but this one was different...Only trying to help. Only trying to show him the truth, even if it were to be upsetting, shocking - and they gave him the choice to go down this path . . .

Even in the aftermath of it all, he finds himself drifting back to that day - how their voice rang through his mind, spoke with care, grace, even during their story...Maybe he knew too much - but they would have not told him otherwise if he displayed way too much ignorance....

He lays in bed at night, staring at the ceiling....

Trying to reach for the remnants of those days.

[lightswcrn]

(xsprxsso) Riley plops down next to him, packed bong in one hand and a lighter in the other with a shit eating grin on her face.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ; ohh  -  wow  -  he  has  never  seen  such  a  device  beforeeeeee  -  !  he  blinks  slowly  ,  smiling  back.

『 "  such  a  bad  influencccceee . .. " 』

[lightswcrn]

“More. I encourage this fully.”

DON'T HAVE TO TELL HIM TWIC E BECAUSE HES GOT 2 IN HIS MOUHT NOW

[lightswcrn]

and what if your faith is misplaced?

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ; 『  " you  misunderstand. "  』

IF  HIS  FAITH  were  to  waver  ,  if  she  were  to  fail  ,  he  could  never  be  angry.  she would  try  ,  yes  ,  she  would  always  try  -  only  his  heart  will  be  broken. his  own  ,  her  own  ,  but  worrying  if  the  faith  is  misplaced  is  TRIVIAL.

『  " remember  this. " 』 he  says. 『  " faith  is  by  choice.  this  is  my  choice. " 』

[lightswcrn]

A random fae is just watching this all go down. "I'm surprised you haven't said, 'Silence, thot!' Would be appropriate for this day."

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۫۫ ▹ ; YOU  FREEZE.  such  an  inappropriate  word !  you  give  the  fae  a  dead  stare. 『 " i  do  not  change  my  vocabulary  to  fit  this  cursed  day.  and  will  certainly  not  use  this  term. " 』