#amplectormors

[ofimmortal-moved]

@amplectormors​

“I amused the last one wasn’t up to your  liking. Must be the reason I am back here. --- So, your highness, what can I do for you today?” 

[bastard-son-aymeric]

@amplectormors​ started following you

    “Ah tis an honor to meet you my good man.” Aymeric gave a gentlemen bow and a kind smile. “I am Ser Aymeric, Lord Commander of the Temple Knights at your service.”

[xkuja]

|| DISCWORLD STARTERS || accepting

@amplectormors​​ sent: “Always remember that the crowd that applauds your coronation is the same crowd that will applaud your beheading. People like a show.” 

|| ||                    “How refreshing to hear this from the head who bears the crown.  No doubt such clever cynicism is why it remains attached to your neck~.”

      “But, Mors, is it not exhausting? Knowing your own people care not so much for your life as your line... Where it will lead, into whose hands your powers will someday devolve...” Stopping here, red lips pursed, then smiled-- a genuine smile, despite the amusement that infused it.

      “Ah. Ha ha, perhaps I shouldn’t pry. I just find the dangerous structure of monarchy a most fascinating thing~.” Admittedly it was why the capricious sorcerer had broken in here in the first place, and, insolently, saw fit to linger.

[strictomiles]

@amplectormors​ said: "And what would this price be, exactly?"

“Depends on how bad you need a shield. I don’t come cheap.”

[starsset-dawnrose]

@amplectormors said:

"Would you like to know? Are you sure you can handle that information?"

“I mean- I kinda asked for a reason? So, yeah. I don’t know if I can handle it until I know, right? I want to know.”

[ofglaiveandguard]

@amplectormors continued from here.

Under normal circumstances, Cor would have enjoyed collaring his King. This was hardly normal though and Cor didn’t have the the time to admire the way Mors looked in a collar. He was too angry anyway. Seeing how the man was being treated...in a manner so beneath him...it made Cor want to burn the whole compound to the ground with everyone in it.

He couldn’t do that though. Not right now, anyway. Right now, his priority was getting Mors out and if he did it discreetly enough, they’d hopefully be long gone before anyone even noticed Mors was gone. That would be around the time his explosives would go off.

“It’s not my place to hurt you,” he said, keeping his tone even and free of emotion. “Only to escort you.”

The words had a double meaning, of course. To anyone overhearing, it would sound like he was simply a guard doing his duty. In reality, Cor’s place was to protect Mors and he was escorting him, but it was to safety.

Mors was practically flush against his chest as they walked – what looked to onlookers as caution in the face of an enemy was Cor’s silent assurance that nobody else would lay a hand on him. If anyone did, he’d cut it off.

[sxrtis]

{ @amplectormors​ said: you look better out of your clothes than you do in them. }

❝-- As you tell me often. Though I have to imagine the money you are spending on replacing my wardrobe after you keep destroying it must be getting out of hand...❞

She frowned at the perfect gown that now lie torn on the floor next to the bed. She really liked that one... Perhaps that was the mistake. He seemed to enjoy being a little bit of a menace when it came to the clothes he doted on her and she took a special liking to. Oh well. 

Luna stretched languidly within his arms, her once shyness about being naked all the time, even with him, having dissolved. Or maybe that had been his intentions all along.

❝You do know I have to wear clothing sometimes, yes?❞

[ardynzunia]

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“Not at all. He should adopt more bastards, in my opinion, you see, I am hoping one of you kills him.”

Ardyn snorted and changed his position. No longer leaning on the doorframe, he instead stood inside of it, with his arms crossed and head tilted in curiosity. 

“Do you get something out of your son being dead? Or do you just not like him.” He sounded much more sarcastic than a child his age should be capable of sounding. 

He also seemed to be waiting for an answer though. A child disobeying wishes to meet someone because they were curious was unlikely to leave without learning something first.

[galdinking]

amplectormors said:  “if it makes you feel any better, i don’t see you.” he’s just sipping wine.

Dino narrows his eyes before smiling. “I figured ya wouldn’t. What, with your nose so buried in shit.”

[residentaccursed]

@amplectormors​ replied

"Feel free to join in whenever you like."

“I’m actually rather enjoying the view from the sidelines at the moment, but...you could try to drag my brother in if you want~”

[ofimmortal-moved]

@amplectormors​

“Didn’t think you cared that much about me.” 

[bastard-son-aymeric]

 @amplectormors​ Beggars cant be choosers

“You can come back moldy, but not me? No thank you.”

[chosenbythecrystal]

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"Don't say I didn't warn you." He mused. "Still... this meeting place is too... stuffy." He beckoned the teen over. "Come to my study. On the floor you're not allowed to be on." He flourishes his hand, and turns to leave.

“The worst he can do is ground me.” He told him with a shrug and even then it wasn’t a particularly effective punishment. The Prince of Lucis was known for sneaking out. He blinked before nodding and rushing after the man. “I’m Noctis by the way. I mean...I guess you know that but...it’s nice to officially meet you grandfather.

[strictomiles]

@amplectormors​ said: "Sure you are, I could pinch your cheeks."

“Please don’t.”

[thefallenbelxvediedolas]

Kissing a delicate death.

amplectormors answered: Here

He lets it linger, a warmth, and a familiar hand and lips, scented in unfamiliar perfume. Mors hisses a sigh into Iedolas’s mouth, and squirmed, but did not pull away. He struggled himself to think of what was the right thing to do in response.

Mors’s hand slaps hard across Iedolas’s face. His arms fold, and he scoffed, turning his face away, touching his mouth.

“We aren’t children, Emperor.” He hissed. “... Even if we weren’t wed to previous people, you can imagine what people would think of the two of us.” His hand trails away from his mouth, to his chest, where Mors touches some of the buttons, and finally drops his hand. “... So why do I still feel like touching you again?”

Mors looked Iedolas in the eyes.

“You were the only person who loved me as fiercely as you did... when I was sick, and I thought I’d be dead, my dearest request was to see you again... and then you came. Prince of the Empire...”

Mors put his hand on Iedolas’s shoulder, and leaned against his chest, mouth on his ear, brushing with his lips, and whispering. “If you want to kiss me, do it like you mean it. As hard as you can. Show me that pent up love you have inside you...”

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Iedolas wanted those lips, he wanted to feel them against his, to touch them. A hand raises as he gently touches Mors’ lips, devouring them with his mouth, every bit of skin was soon vandalized. Hearing the sigh, the Emperor ignores it, not caring about how the other felt at that time, wanting only to delicately taste him. 

It was at the slap that he pulls away and grabs his face, growling as he looks over and glares.

“Oh don’t I know that.” He replies coldly as he straightens up proudly. “But I care not what they think, let them think what they want, if they have a problem with it, I’ll deal with it myself.” His hand drops from a red tainted cheek. Watching Mors, Iedolas sighs. “Do you not like being touched by me?”

Cold blue eyes look at Mors.

Turning to the other male he tilts his head confused. “Of course I’d come for you. You are mine, ever since I laid my eyes on you, hearing your voice, watching your reaction, all I wanted was to be with you. As soon as I was able to I did... You are my Mors.”

Tilting his head into the other, the blond listens as the Lucian leans into him again. Hearing his words, a hand reaches to gently touch those pale cheeks. He wasn’t needed to be told twice. At those words, Iedolas was quick to pin the younger against a wall, hands quick to grab his shirt as he slides one about the fabric to touch a nipple. “I wanted to have you to myself,” leaning in, he quickly kisses Mor’s throat, “for years I wanted all of you to myself. Even as angry and feral as your family forced me to be over the years...” moving up to nip an ear he sighs, “I will make you mine Mors. Do not worry, family nor people, none of that will be of any concern when I am done with you.” With that he quickly presses his lips harshly against Mors, forcing his mouth to open as his tongue slides in.

[rexelectus]

● – || “My mother would beat my grandfather and make it look like an accident.”