#sacriiilegious 001

[isolatednights]

had she not spotted the blooming blush upon his checks ( or had they not been as close as they were growing up ), calliope might have felt a flicker of offense at his statement ⸻ yet all she can do is press a hand to her lips in hopes of smothering the noise of amusement that escapes her instead. "oh do forgive me, my prince. how foolish to ever think that you might follow me of all people. those years of you trailing after me through the castle surely are just a figment of my imagination," she quips back, barely suppressing her grin. it feels as if it's been ages since they've spoken so easily ( or for so long ), and calliope finds that she aches for the comradery they once had in droves. "i'm fairly certain the master of whispers favors me. they were rather tight lipped over our whereabouts when we were children, were they not? i cannot picture them spilling my secrets unless specifically questioned about them," it was impossible not to rib into him at least slightly. "corrupting the prince? i'm fairly certain your mother, our future queen, encouraged such a thing, so could one truly call it corruption?"

maekar  found  himself  in  the  tough  position  of  worrying  about  his  grandsire  as  a  grandson  and  worrying  about  his  king  as  a  prince.  if  the  war  came  to  be  an  inevitability,  there  wouldn’t  be  much  to  do  but  fight  for  his  kingdom.  though  whilst  they  were  still  in  the  beginning  of  the  conflict,  he  had  hoped  to  be  of  as  much  aid  as  possible.  even  if  it  meant  having  to  make  unexpected  choices  and  put  his  own  self  in  inconvenient  situations.  nods  his  head  in  calliope’s  direction,  but  her  following  question  has  his  cheeks  burning  bright  red.  a  prince  being  caught  red-handed.  “my  lady,  do  you  truly  see  yourself  as  that  important  to  be  followed  around?  by  me,  of  all  people?”  he  provokes,  as  a  joke  between  friends,  and  smirks.  his  aura  now  less  of  a  prince,  more  of  a  friend.  “i  hope  you  have  not  forgotten  of  our  master  of  whispers.  let’s  just  say  he  has  more  eyes  than  most  of  us.  and  i  would  not  dream  of  sneaking  away without  my  best  partner  of  mischief — who  was  i  to  blame  for  corrupting  the  prince  if  i  got  caught?”

[whispercddesires]

A satisfied hum passed her lips as he peppered her skin in kisses. "That may be so, but tonight I'm just an added bonus." She smoothed her up his chest before wrapping her arms around his neck. "You deserve to be spoiled just as much as you spoil me." / @sacriiilegious

[isolatednights]

her head is already shaking before he's finished the statement ( no ⸻ no, no, no ). yet even with her rejection of the same, aiyla isn't a fool enough to know there is a truth behind the words ( and it makes her heart ache because when they'd married, years ago, it had been for love ⸻ they'd been happy ⸻ but his job and time had caused them to grow apart and now they were just going through the motions ). "you can't possibly know that." she murmurs, "you can't possibly know that you would be any different than he is."

OPEN STARTER : f or nb, no t*boo please ! MUSE : rocco kovacs, 45, he/him. cis man. unlabeled. former lieutenant in the military turned hitman. jon bernthal fc. PLOT: based on source link! ִ ࣪𖤐

“your  husband  neglects  you,”  he  starts,  straight  to  the  point.  the  decorum  within  himself  in  trying  to  keep  his  distance  from  them,  wanting  to  respect  their  marriage,  is  completely  gone.  “he  doesn’t  love  you  properly.  not  like  i  could.”

[isolatednights]

it wasn't that silas was oblivious to the fact ⸻ in truth, there had always been some sort of reciprocated feelings there, the man had just avoided acknowledging them. they'd been friends since they were kids and throwing a wrench into things when they were both struggling to get their lives together ⸻ it had always just seemed like the wrong time. release a sigh, he casts her a glance. "you weren't exactly subtle at sixteen," he murmurs after a moment. "probably helps i've always been good at reading you. just... never been a right time to address this until recently." very recently, really, seeing as he himself was fresh out of a relationship ( if you could even really call it that ⸻ perhaps fling was better ).

OPEN STARTER : anyone !  MUSE : isabella de leon, 30. she/her & bisexual. co-owner of devil’s den bar. melissa barrera fc. 

“i  have  loved  you  since  i  was  sixteen  years  old.  do  you  even  know  that?”

[isolatednights]

calliope is more than aware of how his grandfather has begun to deteriorate as relations began to worsen ⸻ as war crept closer to their door ( her father had voiced his concern once or twice behind closed doors ; spoken of sending her back home but knowing he had no excuse to send his daughter from court that would not raise suspicions ). she wants to ask him if he would save her, should the eyes of the king turn on her with less than pure intent ⸻ the dragon prince to save the maiden as they'd once played as children. instead, her head bows slightly, "a mistake that will not be repeated," she assures after a moment. hues flicker to look at him beneath lashes, "i trust no one more maekar." save, perhaps her family. "but that does not stop me from being curious. are you having me followed, or are you sneaking out as well?" the question is voiced quietly, but teasingly, lips tugging into a smile. "and if you are sneaking out, how dare you not invite me along on your adventures."

maekar  had  once  thought  that  a  marriage  between  himself  and  calliope  would  be  arranged  once  they  were  of  age — given  how  highly  his  king  thought  of  her  father  and  how  their  families’  alliance  had  been  strong  throughout  the  years.  he  wouldn’t  have  opposed,  finding  that  perhaps  the  duties  that  would  follow  wouldn’t  be  so  dull  in  the  company  of  the  woman.  but  given  the  time  of  war,  he  had  discarded  that  possibility  completely,  knowing  that  most  likely  he’d  be  forced  to  marry  someone  else  entirely  to  secure  strength  for  their  armies.  “keep  quiet.”  he  shushes  her,  eyeing  their  surroundings.  “i  simply  wanted  to  warn  you — to  be  careful  of  your  actions.  do  you  really  think  my  grandfather,  the  king,  would  be  so  patient  to  hear  your  side  of  the  story?  he  has  grown  deranged,  callie,  fearful  for  a  war  he  did  not  even  start.”  the  prince  sighs.  “how  i  have  come  to  learn  of  this  does  not  matter  in  this  case.  i  have  your  best  interest  in  mind,  can you trust  me?”

[isolatednights]

lips purse at the use of her title ( it's a stark reminder that, despite how they might have grown up alongside one another, they will never be equal ). it's also the only thing stopping her from reaching forward to clasp his shoulders and give him a firm shake ⸻ for it is not she that holds the sway within the council, but her father. she will always just be a pawn to be married off to better her families own standing. "'twas a dance!" she finally bursts. "what would you have had me do ⸻ tear myself from his grasp when i realized who my partner was? draw attention to us where there was none previously?" shaking her head, her brow furrows. "i left the moment it was safe to do so ⸻ though how are you even aware of all of this?" she'd snuck from the castle in favor of a pub long after most residents were asleep.

“i  am  the  prince  of  a  kingdom  that’s  bound  to  head  to  war — i  am  constantly  worried  about  all  things,  lady  calliope.”  the  tone  in  his  voice  is  of  annoyance  and  the  roll  of  his  eyes  that  follows  is  comprehensible.  with  his  mother’s  absence  from  the  council,  too  busy  making  herself  unavailable  in  an  attempt  to  flee  from  her  duties,  maekar  had  took  it  upon  himself  in  ensuring  that  the  folks  within  the  castle  weren’t  misbehaving  in  times  of  war.  “so  you  have  decided  to  play  about  and  wait  until  the  rumors  have  started?  as  far  as  i  am  aware,  we  have  yet  to  come  to  agreeable  terms  with  them.  they  are  still  the  enemy  and  yet,  you  lot  could  not  seem  more  friendly.”

[isolatednights]

"you're worried about our side seeming weak?" a soft scoff escapes her at the thought, knowing there is greater concern she be deemed a traitor for conspiring with then enemy then them immediately appearing weak. "i doubt anyone is boasting that our enemy was twirling me about the dance floor before the war was an inevitability."

OPEN STARTER : anyone, no t*boo please !  MUSE : maekar montfault, twenty-one. he/him, bisexual. prince + dragon rider. harry collett fc.PLOT: fantasy verse. they’re headed to war and maekar learned that your muse had an encounter with the enemy. connection could be anyone !

“do  you  think  it  is  of  good  tone  to  have  you  dancing  with  our  enemies  when  war’s  a-brewing?  what  if  someone  had  caught  glimpse  of  you  two  together?  do  you  not  realize  how  weak  we  would  be  seen  as?”