#( ☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ FEAST UPON LITERATURE // SURRENDER REALITY —— long rp )

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With a list of the program in gloved hand; she sighed silently. Gown adorned her anatomy in glistering fashion, as she leaned back into the chair. Unruly, ‘unwomanly’. She knew no sense of ‘proper’ mannerism - but little did she care. Neck stretched to overlook the mass of people, to at last, gather focus upon theater's stage. “Mind if we ask– why would thy folk watch these acts, but not sing and dance on their own? Wouldn’t that be much more exciting?” Please. Forgive this inexperienced rebel.

STAGE MARKS THECENTER OF THE ROOM, yet the eyes of spectatorsrevolve the sight of a king and his associate.tiamate was not a date. that muchwas preposterous.rather, she is the gem you wish tohold between your teeth --- as if to test the resilience authenticityof a diamond, so to speak. long had she been stowed away --- a treasure obscured within the ocean’sboundaries, a limitless shadow ofwaters’ nethermost wonders. even now,at his side, the embroidery of her gown is as fastidious as the shell of a clam. to impose the notion of physical touch would be to damage the refinement of her beauty; todiscard any and all chances ofglimpsing the pearl within her.delicately, meticulously --- you must drownher by your own means; in sound, in visuals. a flawless distraction, if only tounravel the cage of her body --- hereyes, and soul. the play must begin soon, lest the king’s attention divergeto the resplendence of her meddlingperfection. so vibrant yet so pastel--- her wisdom dwells in watercolor.SHE DONS AN ARRAY OF CONSTELLATIONS.the stars move with her --- her fingers and tongue no exception, though more subtly in the wake of her query. why observe in place of participating --- such is the innocence ofassimilation. you know not the luxury of another’s talent. not yet.discerning a rather brash posture oftiamate’s legs, heights tilting her back in tastefulshimmer, izunia places a finger on the crown of bare knee and guides its incline back to formality. your feet areto remain on the ground, tide mother. the people have alreadypaid for one show. her “display” isa mutiny upon his features, afleeting discomfiture, as his sights avert to the pamphlet between them.

“   actually, i do mind you asking.it is rather tragic, i must agree------ it would give me great pleasure to watch those of personalrelation act these roles. however, i do not see the purpose of having a king exhibited in front of the eyes ofthousands. perhaps in the intimacy of a ballroom, wherein all the guests standupon level flooring. here, we must lookdown to the stage --- though these actors and dancers hold aprofessionality i do not share. that is a lie. alas, i am reluctant to share my ability to dance.   ”   WAITRESS GLIDES INTO VIEW WITH MEEK CONFIDENCE,approaching the stateliness of their association with trepidation. nervous as a mouse extending daintiness of paw to thestupor of an unconscious feline. pleasedon’t hurt me --- her eyes read, glancing between the pair --- i come offering food and beverage.

“   ------ i don’t suppose my brother has ever offered you a drink, leviathan.   ”   THE LIGHTING DIMS, HIS DEVIOUSNESS ISROUSED. the curtain will rise shortly, only the thought of an intoxicated serpent beguiles hisinterest.   “   i can only assume, a woman of your holiness ---   ”   the word is as forced as he is sly,   “   --- would not be so easily affected by liquor’s potency. would youfancy a bottle for the performance?   ”

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❛ Who are you? ❜

DO YOU REMEMBER WHATFREEDOM FELT LIKE? the wind upon your ears, a prickle of nature. soft and careless, the seasons would cradle your physique --- unblemished,and unbound. your smile wasinfinite, an enchanting joviality to be found in the upbringing your mother instilled. now yourisolation wallows in the restrictionof a brother most manipulative; amaster of chess who tastes his pawns and samples their prudence. izunia, a soulmost fractured, severed and splitfrom the cage of the ring to the material emergence of the end --- had foreseen ardyn’s intent for the fleuret. this is not freedom, boy. your wingsare being taken from you, and the thief of their marvel is smiling as he does it. hewill engrave the trenches of the scourgeinto your soul, and drink the venom he derives of your servitude.you are a piece of his puzzle; a riddle in which half the fragments were burnton purpose. yet somehow, you do not see him as a man carrying shackles --- but as an authority of acceptance.EYES ASSENT TO SILVER CURIOSITY. locksof distortion, a pale touch ofizunia’s resolve in being branded bythe ring and its lucii, frames the countenance of the oracle’s first born.ravus’s eyes are painted distinctivehues of their own, unusual and contrary, by the brush of darkness and the palette of a fallen star. the cosmos and its sonshave seen to your body. the scourge will exploityou, yet.GLOVE HUMORS RIM OF GLASS, orbitingits fragility in tandem with ravus’s uttered query. izunia is red, so very red. who are you --- do you truly wish to know? such is the secrecy ofthe first king’s aura. as though a whisperof the universe, he is present and heis not. yet you could reach to touch him; savour his words upon atongue most overcome. his eyes are asubjugation of loss. to understandhim, the entirety of a being deprived of its second half, is to forgo moralobligation and to surrender to imminent sorrow. only death may pay for life,an evidence of prophecy. you have lost a great deal thus far --- your mother,your homeland, your liberty and honor; only this world has not yet attended toyour conclusion.

“   ------ consider me a conflictof interest. i’m not here to bargainfor your time, and neither will i demandit. however, we have met once before. it is unlikely you would remember; thus,i am not insulted. even so, by my ruling we sit across from one anotheras tokens of history. we have ourparts to play. so tell me, commander------ are you a puppet or a puppeteer?   ”

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❛ to serve the king is my calling.❜ a pause (a growth of guilt & bone weary resignation. sorrow melded to his limbs like seaweed to an anchor. dear death carries many things with him, his spine is bent & wrecked. O bow in the presence of royalty!), the lion bend the knee to the king perched up a throne with insanity's blessings & apathy's hatred. ❛ i am sworn to protect you and to keep you safe from harm wherever you may go.❜ words bleed onto his tongue, sacrificial. ❛ my place is by your side.❜

WHISPER IN MY EAR YOURPROMISE OF FAILURE. perdition for the soul, this captivity of a worthless skeleton, has its place upon the neck of aking once honoured now feared.a throne of bones, figurative, brittle and rotting, cradles a posture now rigid from the words before him. apledge so familiar; one presented to his brotherin a time of serenity, possibility and optimism.such is the loss of history, now distortedaround the absence of their savior. would your teeth devour his wrists, aplague of sins weaved into their veins,so as to purify the youngest’s being? the effort would be futile. prizedessence of death --- odin, i have killedhim, do you not understand? your words are an injustice, misguided by the shackles of loyalty. you look to him, not izunia. yet these are the onlyeyes you have left to see.INSULTING, IT CARVES --- THIS VOW OFMOURNING. bound by an obligation to higherpowers, odin cripples the temperament of the first’s ribcage. izunia’sgrasp upon the contrite anatomy of an abhorredchair tightens; fingers restrictive, silent and incensed. king of shadows, your crown shall fracture from the statue of your ghost. the words of leonis are a wound across the air, a fissure of the abyss goading him torise. posture mounts the occasion, discarding idle corrosion of a throne undeserved for a stance of gradientintent. he pauses at the hole of his heartbeat. feet carry him down one of twoparallel lengths of stairs, their structure a vertebral column of accusations. murderer,you slaughtered the stars --- such thoughts are a barb about the soles of his boots; each step removing distance fromhim and the astral a taunt to hisdesperation. to fall further into madness, into dejection --- surely such a psychosis would provide respite.

“   to keep me safe from harm --- ?   ”   VOICEMIRRORS IN NEARNESS, their heights an arm’s length from each other. bootsedge closer, gracing tainted flooring with tensionof body and mind.   “   in all your time atardyn’s side ------ you tell me how safe he was from harm.   ”   obedience was a fault upon the lips of thecelestial. compliant jaw opens, submissive to izunia’s demand, and insinuatesan emotive determination to respond. preceding answer, izunia strikes vibrancyof knuckles over divinity’s cheekbone. glove meets flesh in callous motion; a punishment, a reprimand of his frustration.“   if you think this oath means anything to me --- you’re wrong. you’re not a sentinel, you’re a fraud. you can’t protect anyone. not ardyn. not me. no one but yourself.your place isn’t at my side. you belong in the underworld.   ”   HAND OF JUDGMENT RETURNS TO HIS SIDE; the hue of hisglove a deposit upon bruise. odin had neither staggered nor fallen, but the bludgeon of izunia’s animosity discoloredhim all the same. conscious of the reality odinis not capable of abandoning him, izunia blights him further with a demand most cruel.“   --------- get out of my sight.   ”

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------ continued from ( x ) BEAUTEOUS IS NOT THE MERCY OF THE GODS, merely a slaughter of the skies --- a massacre against nature as the fulgurian’s tears corrode the strain of a fostering battle. rain over those of innocence, a populace of frightened believers, and prove to your lucian alternative how you are no more than a cowardly ancient. recoil into the heavens as a deified cretin --- ramuh, the distorted, and permit the audacity of the seas to breach over shores in torrential rebellion. king versus snake. how traitorous she must be; yet who is the greater sin? the half breed, of course. a ‘mortal’ of hapless sovereignty, monarch to a faded star --- an organ carved from the ribcage of a mother within pyre’s exertion. though he is not aware. drab eyes, granted they are wise beyond the millennia, lack the tragedy of a mother’s punishment; his mother’s punishment. however, clad in cloudburst’s wringing chill, izunia’s soulless blue hues mourn an omen securing his chest. there is always more to a tale, that much he is certain. the eyes and minds of those from the beginning must know more than that which they imparted, and for this his wrath will not be a godsend, but a serrated justice to be enforced upon the flesh of betrayers. POSTURES REBUKE, HISS AND RETORT. his words made their mark akin to an astral shard fracturing the earth --- mercilessly, yet with reluctant spite. nevertheless, the gravity of ‘love’ severs deeper into her neck. he must persist. how he hated this. izunia had cherished the sight of his brother’s smile: a time when he could anticipate the beauty of a morrow bound with the laughter of his sibling, all whilst ardyn doted on the flesh of this immersive pearl. the savior and the tide mother. they were an aspect of heaven; a faith unparalleled. she was as exquisite as the absenting glacean, and he could never touch her. not ever, else she would bite as a viper. only now as the gods’ scriptural judgment of the savior tore these brothers asunder, leaving the eldest to the monstrosities of the underworld and his reflection to bear the blade of his execution, shall izunia handle these beings as they should have been since time’s commence. of course, not before they tell him --- she tells him --- the truth behind their anointment. THE OVERT PAIN IN HER TONE, the struggle to suppress the tidal waves within her, acts as a mine within izunia’s stature; a fragile repository for repressed emotion. one wrong move, and the single pillar holding him true to odium shall collapse.

“   supposed to stand --- ? supposed to stand?! let me tell you where we were to stand ------ at the brink of humanity, with your hand in mine and ours’ in my brother’s. with the dawn upon our feet and the light in our eyes. your kind promised us a world of freedom --- of peace from the destruction at our door to salvation. only the savior must be the key --- to twist himself within latch’s slot and unlock this passage. clearly, i was wrong. you must have loved him, for no deity could be so benevolent ------ yet so impassive as to allow him this fate. you are too human. too cruel. your mercy did not return when he saved you, when he brought you here to our kingdom. i saw the destruction in your eyes. you would bring me nothing but misery, with your beauty --- and … his arm around yours …   ”   REPULSIVE WAS THE SLIT IN HIS SPEECH, a fissure within the remains of his psyche. he paused too long. he was defeating himself. izunia, you must nurture her abhorrence. for the tides must hate you as you hate yourself before you perish.

“   you dare not tell me what i can and cannot do, otherwise you prepare your hand for its constriction around my neck. ardyn must have endured the same, for how else could the darkness have plagued him so --- ? had you choked him until the last of his purity seeped through your fingers? or watched as he strangled himself, and did nothing to stop it? a snake is not protective. you know only venom. --------- i should have never allowed him to seek out your pact.   ”   LISTEN NOT TO HIS WORDS BUT WATCH FOR HIS GAME. izunia is a determined casualty. if he cannot take his own life, he must force the act upon the sea. hate him, tiamate. do not forgive. her discretion, of all its obscurity, is a hostile prospect. she will be goaded.

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------ continued from ( x ) THEIR BLOOD IS A CHEMICAL, ACIDIC AND CORROSIVE. moreover, their banter could sting --- sear the air with formless abrasions --- to mollify, to silence and injure. a contrast of aims, such is the mutation of ardyn’s perception. no matter the words to flutter amongst the atmosphere from sibling’s throat, izunia would be deemed an covetous pest. yet try he shall, a determinism unrivaled even by the stars, the eyes of the night reaching for the boundaries of the universe.

CONDEMNATION IS MISCONSTRUED, A CRIMSON SLANDER. ardyn’s retort is a wound upon idle chest; debasing, and cruel. izunia had not indented to adopt an offensive tone, yet his frustration with ardyn’s dwindling rationality and crooked ethics provokes fractured poise of the youngest. their arrogance, a communion of detachment, is swallowed by ardyn’s mentality. who are you --- you brother, of course --- i will bow to no king --- i would not expect so much of you. palm meets table’s etchings with flat retaliation. a tremor from motion’s aggravation staggers three or so candles nearest izunia’s temperament. “   the gods favor neither of us --- neither of us, brother. i do not ‘speak’ for them, but if you believe the words they feed you are anything short of a eulogy --- !   ” ARDYN’S FATE IS AN ANTAGONISM, a contour along izunia’s shoulders and the dread within his gaze. these heavenly creatures, so fiendish in their commissions, would see ardyn perish before his time and call it virtue. ceaselessly, izunia would lie awake into the hours of the night, question his faith and demand answers for their origin and titles from everyone and no one. the emptiness of his chamber was of no consolation, bringing him here, to the figurative discretion of ardyn’s feet to beg him to stop. “   they are liars. they are deceivers --- unquestioned because they are gods. you will not become one of them by the end of all this. you will be dead, and they will laugh from a realm inaccessible to us. we have always been under their eye, even before they descended with this ‘righteous’ position --- ” “   we are not blind, yet you are their slave. if this scourge is meant to kill us all --- so be it. i would sooner watch the world burn than see you thrown into an abyss. --- brother, this cannot go on.   ”

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Noon shine glimmered through window glass. ‘The halls of tales’ held a soothing scent of paper and ink. She went there with mild curiosity, but further step brought her frame close to one of the shelfs. A pale finger hovered along an exemplar of poetry; seemingly old according to its worn cover. She did not notice another presence nearby 'til silver figure turned. Within irises sparked surprise, but softness tugged onto lip's lines, slowly & hesitantly. “Ah; if it isn't his majesty, we see."

THE HEAVENS SHALL REJOICEHIS EYES. such a glance to be found between the ocean and stars; the sunand moon. never had he expected tiamate to loiter, guideless and curious in lonesome.her physique carries the restful subtlety of water, aquatic in its harmony,through limitless fables and boundless poetry. a library unoccupied, with spines to be touched, perceived and considered. rumination characterizeseach of her pauses, peripheral sights negligent of the eyes of eos, the king oflucis, who lurks nearby with moderate inquisition; a silent force whenobserving her. does she hesitate upon each title out of reflection? or does shestruggle to pronounce the jargon of man adorning papers’ binding? probingthoughts for a probing mind; his intellect spurs.the elegance of examining the divine in her endeavors to assimilate, whetherconsciously or subliminally, is an incentive worthy of izunia’s tenacity.WITH SUPREMACY OF STRIDE HE CONFISCATESTHEIR DISTANCE, an embodied privilegein heritable movement. he could warp, but he does not. instead, his footfallsare as silent as the air within their lungs; resembling that of a wing’s giftwere it to ornament his scapula. to fly is to retreat, but what a beautifulcowardice. in proximity, she gathers. a reckless flare sparks between them, a matchwithin a forest inundated by fate. was this the first time they were alonetogether? ardyn had always been present before, no? he could not recall. bestto tread lightly.THEIR INDULGENCE FOR KNOWLEDGE IS SHARED, AN UNSPOKEN REVERENCE. ardynneedn’t seek the diversions of a bookto retain izunia’s breadth of wisdom, as though their minds were a collective aptitude, yet izunia findssolace whilst interpreting the scripts of writers. to narrate your thoughts,imaginations, philosophies and judgments is to open your ribcage to the world and its inhabitants. a lover to parchment,he meets the twitch of her lips, the tenuity of smile’s grace, with a hand uponchest and a frontal tilt of posture. to bow before her gravity, a token ofvalue. such remnants of his magnetismto the divine, to the unknown, will not last forever.remember his eyes, before they are taken from him. remember his words, beforethey are cauterized. remember his love for the gods, for his brother, for his nameless mother.

“   so it is.   ” HEMUSES, A ROGUISH SCULPT TO ARTICULATION. refined was his buried charm, yet gloved fingers deliverpersonality as they breach herpersonal boundaries, and remove a book from the shelf nearest her shoulder.“   i’m not here for you.   ” he lies. “   ------ but it is unusual that i should findyou here, seeing as your mornings are routinely bound to my brother. through the night as well, or ------ so i have heard.   ” he glances to the tattered overlay ofpages within hand, purposely negating eye contact; a stubborn jibe. “   whatexactly are looking for, leviathan?   ”

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