#💎 Faithful Commander Of The Dark Galaxy (Voiderequiem)

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I just wanna see Zwijo sweeping Yudias up bride style after a duel where Yudias got hurt, is it that too much to ask for?!

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@voiderequiem Sent: 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑-𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 (Accepting!)

CARNATION → A high-end florist shop with glass vases of colorful blooms. (canon, human forms. okay hear me out. they both saw displays with the flowers from their shared gay brain space and both went in to buy some for the other but at the same time LOL)

Valentines Day, another important Earth holiday, was fast approaching. According to the twins, it was a day where people gave those they 'liked' chocolate and flowers. At first, he thought they meant like in the general sense, thinking he must get flowers for all his friends. But Yuamu quickly clarified the distinction between 'like' and like was, a concept that was foreign to the warrior.

Velgearians were, by nature, a very close-knit people. Displays of physical affection were rather common and did not necessarily mean romance. And when it came to romance, well...his experience in exploring what feelings he did have were pretty much nonexistent. Not much time to really focus on that when you're a member of the military, after all.

This meant the holiday coming presented him a unique chance to get to explore that part of his heart he had yet to fully dive into. Fortunately, the person who he held romantic feelings for was also on this planet, in this very town in fact. And much like with his Rush Duel lessons, he'd put all he he had into this experience, which started with searching for the very gifts one was supposed to bestow when the day came.

His travels throughout the shopping district brought him to the local florist, her store having all sorts of special arrangements made for the occasion. The flowers that grew here on Earth were rather different than the cosmo daisies he was used to back in the cluster, but still beautiful and pleasant to smell all the same.

Teal eyes soon then find themselves looking at a particular display in the back, one adorned in a small but pretty purple vase with golden detailing. Inside the vase was three different types of flowers, one white, one purple, and one blue, he could not identify. They were beautiful. They were...just what he was looking for.

Though, it appears he wasn't the only one who thought so. For someone else came up next to him to examine the display, and all it took was a quick glance from Yudias to see that the fellow fan of flora was not a stranger but in fact...!

"Z-Zuwijo...?"

The name escapes his lifts softly as he gazes upon the other's human form. Zuwijo rarely was seen in it outside the bakery. So, the sight of it was a treat, his cheeks flushing the ever so slight color of the pink roses that were see on the other side of the store.

"I-I...I never expected to see you in such a place today. Are you here to make preparations for Valentines Day as well?"

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@voiderequiem Sent: 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑-𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 (Accepting!)

“Rest now. I’ll be here when you wake.” (divergent, @ prince)

To say he had been in poor health as of late was an understatement. Ever since Zuwijo's reassignment, one he had felt immense guilt about proposing, he had been...punishing himself in a variety of ways subconsciously. This included denying himself of needed essentials like food, water, and relevant to the situation right now, rest.

It had gotten so bad that the doctors of the palace had to place him on a strict schedule with supervision to ensure he got what he needed. This included having someone make sure he cleared his plate, made sure he was drinking enough, and making sure he was actually going to sleep at night. The captain had volunteered himself to help him with this on top of his already large list of duties, another selfless action towards the prince who viewed himself as selfish...

As he settled into bed and watched the other tuck the sheets and blankets around him to keep him warm and secure, he could do nothing but stare at the ceiling. The events of the day when everything changed, and the events shortly after when Zuwijo stopped him from doing something he was told he'd forever regret, replayed in his mind on repeat. He just...couldn't stop thinking about it, even with things seemingly having been resolved.

Except it had not been. At least...not for Prince Velgear. How could it be when the immense guilt he had, the guilt he spoke of to the other, was still present? Perhaps now it was time to finally put this issue to bed so he too could move on and settle into the new norm they found themselves in.

"I still do not...I still do not understand it, Zuwijo..." He softly spoke, looking up at Zuwijo with teal hues that spoke volumes to how he was feeling. "You...You do not have to associate with me any longer. I made that clear did I not? And yet...you chose, of your own accord, to take on extra duties that require you to be in my presense. Why...Why do you continue to show me this kindness when I do not deserve it after selfishly taking you away from the Assault Force? You should..."

A hand moves from his chest to instead lay on top of the sheets Zuwijo had tucked around his form. Fingers move, slowly gripping the white fabric tightly. But despite the firmness of his grip, the shaking of his hands could be noticed.

"You should resent me, loathe me; despise everything about me..." Prince Velgear's head then shifts swiftly towards him, the confusion in his features clearly shifting towards something more akin to frustration. "So...why is that not the case?! Answer me honestly, Zuwijo! I need to know or it will continue to haunt me each and every day of my life until the end has come upon me!"

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Drabble: Release At Last

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His first day as the new lord of this castle had come to end and Yudias was still very much acting on autopilot. Since arriving in this era, he has had no time to process everything that has happened to him. His duel against Yuhi as Otes. The loss of the Darkmen. The ritual he was forced to undergo and what he saw during it... All of it had to be buried deep inside his heart in order for him to keep moving forward on his road, a road that he is unsure what he'll find at the end of.

Rush Duels being used for war and violence...Yudias cannot let what Zuwijo tried to do so long ago come to pass, no matter the era. That was why he opposed the former lord of this castle and usurped his rank and the responsibilities that came with it. The burden he now carried was a heavy one, further adding to all the baggage he was already carrying.

And despite his immense strength of spirit and resolve, even he had his limits...

Zuwijo escorted him to his new chambers personally, his violet blade in hand. He was the lord of the castle now, after all. Surely in such a raging time of war there would be those who would be after his head, and his former commander thought it be best he had him to protect him. He had become his sword, it seemed.

It was odd...having the roles reversed like this. Back during the endless Velgearian war, Yudias was the one who had followed Zuwijo's command. But now, Zuwijo was following his command, devoting himself to the new cause with all he had to offer.

It was...nostalgic fighting side by side with him once more. Though, there was no joy to be found in it for Yudias. For the happiness he used to feel so strongly, even during times of war when he found the light in the dark, had seemingly been sucked out of him. In it's place was nothing but a cold and hardened exterior, one that mirrored Zuwijo's own.

"Zuwijo." His voice is commanding, just as it had been since his duel with Oteiusu the previous day, as he calls for the other to stop his exit from Yudias' room. "Stay. Please..."

Upon providing the order, Yudias approaches the other. His steps are slow and purposeful. His expression unreadable. When he does reach him, he leans forward to rest his head on his shoulder. And all at once he releases...everything.

Everything he had been holding in, from the tension in his shoulders to the pain in his heart, he releases it all in that moment. Much like during the war of the past, Zuwijo was to be his rock. He was to provide him the stability he so desperately needed, just as he provided him with the courage to continue forward when he wanted to give up countless times.

"...it hurts." Yudias whispers into the fabric of the other's cloak, his voice sounding crackly as it is rocked by tears he finally sheds from his teal hues. "It hurts so much, Zuwjio. It's...unbearable. The things I've seen...The things I've...I've had to do..."

His hands then grip onto the violet of the other's uniform, finding stability in his sturdy frame. The close proximity made the tears of his eyes stain the other's clothes. Though, that doesn't seem to bother Zuwijo at all, who simply continued to stand there and give his silent support through it all as Yudias continued to cry into his chest.

He truly was...always there when he needed him. Whether in his brightest moment or his darkest hour, Zuwijo always found someway to connect himself to Yudias. It was another showcase of the bond of fate these two Velgearians, one of Light and one of Darkness, shared. It has been this way since the day they were first created, and it will continue...always and forever.

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@voiderequiem Sent: 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑-𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 (Accepting!)

“Let me hold you until the nightmares fade.” (paradise, post ritual :])

The act of growing was always a challenging process for any being. Whether it be big or small, change of any sort was hard to deal with. And for Yudias, the after effects of his own change thanks to the ritual orchestrated by Kuaidul were hitting him hard, even now as he had settled into his new place of residence in the darkest corner of the galaxy.

Going through the ritual was painful, more painful than anything he's ever experienced in his current life as Yudias Velgear or his past life as Prince Velgear. It had forced him to be subjected to horrific visions as he peered through parallel worlds to gain a power that existed outside of his own universe: Ritual Summoning. While the power he gained (and what he had now gained because of it) was certainly worth the price, he was currently suffering daily nightmares because of it, reliving those visions over and over again.

The newly re-crowned prince was currently experiencing one of them this very moment, his body tossing and turning in his sleep in a cold sweat. His breathes are heavy too, coming out unnaturally quick. All of this intensity builds as he screams awake, tears having streamed down his eyes as he holds his hands towards his aching head.

"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"

Even being in the conscious realm does not aid him, it seemed. For behind his closed eyes he can still see what he had been seeing his nightmares, the visions of himself falling endlessly through the many hellscapes he had been exposed to. It was horrific. It was traumatizing. It was driving him insane.

But luckily, unlike during his trial, he had support, support that came in the form of a warm embrace from the man who stole his heart, the man he had done all of this for to begin with.

“Let me hold you until the nightmares fade.”

Zuwijo's actions and sweet words immediately helped bring some light to the darkness he had been forced to face. The pain around him seems to slowly get lighter, as if the other was taking some of it on himself. He knows that isn't the case, but the simple act of the other being there was making him feel better. Perhaps it was due to their love that had blossomed upon the other's revival. Perhaps it was because of the dark power they both had been exposed to, numbing the pain and losing themselves in it as if it were a drug.

"Do not...Do not leave me, my Zuwijo..." The words come out as a plea rather than an order, a desperate one as he buries himself in the chest of the taller Velgearian, blocking out all else around him. "Do not leave my side...Do not leave my side ever...! I need you here...here with me...Forever. Nothing else...

...NOTHING ELSE MATTERS!!!"

His cries bounce off the walls, breaking the glass windows that concealed their bedroom from the outside world. Even outside of a duel, the power Yudias gained was terrifying. It made him both a danger to those around him, but also to himself. If he didn't have Zuwijo as an anchor, he would have already lost himself to the chaotic madness that he had stained his once pure soul.

"SWEAR TO ME YOU WILL! SWEAR TO ME YOU WILL STAY WITH ME FOREVER!!!"

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@galacticraisis / @voiderequiem Sent: A STAR WARS: EPISODE III - REVENGE OF THE SITH (2005) PROMPT (Accepting!)

i'm doing it for you, to protect you. (nobles, but ~toxic~)

This current game of his brother's had continued for what seemed like an eternity...

Normally, when his brother brings forth this intense game of house upon him, one where he controls his most dear companion against his will, it only lasts for a few hours at most. He's trained himself to resist any potential temptations the situation brings, however strong they may be. After all, Kuaidul knew Yudias' heart well. He knew of the desires he kept deep within his heart and used that knowledge to orchestrate each session to try and allow him to have what he wanted most.

But this one was different. This one had been going on for days, maybe even weeks. The concept of time escaped him as no end point seemed to be in sight.

Kuiadul called these games brotherly love. Yudias called them hellish torture.

How could he enjoy something so obviously fabricated? How could he enjoy watching the person he cared for most, the person 'made' to be his compliment, perform actions against his will? How was he supposed to look at any of this and just...ignore the mechanisms that are making it happen just for the sake of his own happiness?

It was his empathetic nature, the very thing that Kuaidul lacked, that made this reaction so intense. Even now, as he is being held in the warm and irresistible embrace of the commander as he brushes his fingers in his hair on a repeated loop as if he were an automaton, he can't help but shed tears. All he can think about right now is Zuwijo, the real Zuwijo, and how sorry he is that he continues to suffer because of him.

For each and every game had been initiated because of his actions, because of his failures to stand up to his elder brother and try to change things for the better of all Velgearians...

No one is to blame for what is happening to him other than himself. And Kuaidul was sure to make that clear to him over and over.

"No...No more..." The words come out small and shaky, his voice echoing that his mental and emotional limits had been reached. "Please...No more brother...No...No more..."

The plea, sadly, does not bring this madness to an end. All it does is provoke Kuaidul to speak through Zuwijo directly as if he were a puppet, something the first prince was well aware of that made Yudias' skin crawl.

i'm doing it for you, to protect you.

"I do not understand...How...How is any of this protecting me...?" The question comes out earnestly despite the way pain is laced in words, Yudias unable to escape Zuwijo's tight grasp on his torso with his lack of energy. "How is anything that you are doing...any better than what Sensei tried to do with us? The very thing that you...you killed him for and wanted us to never suffer from again?"

Even now, hundreds of years after that day, Yudias is still unsure of whether or not killing their creator was the right decision. Becuase where he is standing, the Velgearians are even less free now than they ever were when Sensei was alive. Then again, his brother cared about no one but himself and Yudias. Everyone else was just another Kartumata to him, Zuwijo included.

"Zuwijo...He...He is not like this...He does not care for me in this way. I know that to be true."

Deep down, he does. Zuwijo certainly showed him care, but more of that of a comrade in arms than what this was trying to portray. It's what made resisting these...moments of affection ever so difficult. Because he desired for him to care for him as more than a comrade, something he doesn't deserve considering all that has happened....

"So...being here like this with him...brings me no semblance of joy. If you desire for me to truly be happy brother, if you truly want to keep me from harm, then please...free Zuwijo from your influence and allow me to be with him as he is. No matter what he may say or do, nothing will be more painful than...what I experience during your games. Nothing."

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@voiderequiem Sent: A STAR WARS: EPISODE III - REVENGE OF THE SITH (2005) PROMPT (Accepting!)

i have failed you. (divergent, to the prince)

The prince had been sleeping for days, his body fully putting itself into a state of dormancy in order to recover from the incident. Everything happened so fast, so abruptly. He had thought, with the aid of the captain, he had done it. That he had gone passed the line that divided him from the rest of their homeland, the rest of their universe. That he had taken his first steps out into the world. He was so happy, so happy he shed tears of joy!

But then reality sunk back in quickly as the curse of the gods, the one the council spoke of and was foretold in Velgearian legend, was cast upon him. And it was the most painful thing he had ever experienced...

Only now is he just waking up, teal hues slowly being able to witness the world of his gilded cage. He sees that he is in his bed back at the palace. He sees the sight of the wind blowing his curtains through open balcony doors. He sees the sight of Zuwijo, holding his right hand that housed his golden ring, gingerly in his own warm hand.

Before he has the chance to even get a word in, the captain makes the first move. The look on his face signals well his emotions without the need of words. That sight was heartbreaking enough. But hearing him say what he did just was too much to bear...

"Zu...Zuwijo." Prince Velgear, with his shaky left hand, comes to place it over the captain's own, an attempt to comfort him like he had been doing to him for what he presumed was the entire time he was in comatose. "What happened was...was not your fault. If anyone is to blame, it was me for thinking I could defy the will of the gods and the role they have picked for me."

His place in the world was cemented. That much was fact. He'd never leave the bubble that had been placed around him. For that was the will of a higher power, for reasons he and no one else will ever understand.

"But...I thank you for taking me regardless. It was...something I never thought about attempting beforehand, but you sparked a hope in me I have never felt before. And while it did not end as we had wished, the feeling you awoke in me...is one I will always cherish. So please, do not speak in this way. You have never failed me..."

The prince then removes his hand from on top of the others. The gesture was not meant to say he was to remove his comfort. No, he instead did it so he could lean forward, and plant a kiss on the other's hand that still kept his own protected and warm.

“…and you never will."

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Year of the OTP 25 - January (First Kiss)

basically came from the idea of "what if kissing is just the norm for velgearians and doesn't actually have much romantic nuance." even though they had their first kiss soooo long ago, what would their first "first kiss" kiss be like?

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GR 144