#valyaren / amaure

[cilil]

𝓐𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼 - 𝟐𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

⊱ Blade

Characters: Valyaren/Amaurë Synopsis: Valyaren attempts to take the prince under his wing. Warnings: / Author's Note: Somewhat connected to Shame and Royalty, but can be read as a standalone. Feel free to check those out if you'd like to know about what's secretly been going on between prince and herald ;)

"Your blade work is extraordinary, my prince," Valyaren compliments with a placid smile, lowering his sword as their training session concludes. 

Amaurë lights up in response to the older Vala's praise and smiles back. His magenta eyes are wide and soft – so trusting, so innocent.

Beautiful, Valyaren thinks to himself. And so unlike what one would expect from the offspring of two spirits of chaos.

"It was an honour to train with you, Lord Valyaren," Amaurë says with a respectful nod. "I feel like I learned a lot from you today and will do my best to apply these lessons in the future." 

"You are more than welcome to visit me for regular training sessions," Valyaren offers. "I hear your Lord Father has asked a Maia to teach you, but that will hardly amount to sufficient training for a Vala, wouldn't you agree?" 

His tone is silky, concealing the edge in his voice. Of course he knows all about Eönwë both guarding and training Amaurë, and while he acknowledges his strength, he wishes Manwë would've given the prince to him instead. 

As if a mere herald could give him the discipline he needs...

"Eönwë's abilities are beyond question and he treats me kindly. I am very happy with him," Amaurë says, his gaze lowered politely.  

A wave of displeasure washes over Valyaren. He isn't used to others disagreeing with his benevolent suggestions, especially not the sweet young prince, but he manages to keep his expression serene. 

"I see," he replies and forces another smile. "Yet the offer still stands. There is no harm in seeking out the wisdom of more than one master, after all." 

Amaurë, seemingly oblivious to the older Vala's irritation, nods and sheaths his sword. "Of course. I will keep it in mind." 

Valyaren doesn't like letting him go, but for now, he has no other choice. All he can do is wait for the prince to return, so he may continue to guide him and one day, if he succeeds in gaining his trust, taking beautiful Amaurë under his wing and having him all to himself. 

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─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ day two : obsession

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖   valyaren ⠀〳 amaurë⠀  ❜࿔ 

· ⊰ synopsis. valyaren watches the prince train with his maiar and contemplates his conflicting feelings about him ( dark themes ៸៸ obsessive behaviour )

· ⊰ notes. can't believe that the first thing in writing for val is immediately exposing him for what a creep he is lmao

'Surely, he knows what he is doing to me?'

The Vala's eyes slither as he watches the Prince battle with such grace. Majestically evading attacks of his Maiar and dealing tenthfold back. While still maintaining a smile blessed by the heavens on his lips.

Amaurë Ilwion. The Prince of Valinor. The Darling of Heaven.

And his greatest desire.

Valyaren maintains his gentle, genuine expression as he observes the Prince's fighting style. He was fluid in every way. Swift. Graceful. Like a spirit of air should be. But Valyaren cannot seem to focus on observing and judging this style as he is tasked to do. Instead, he is too caught up within his own thoughts and unholy desires.

'He is beautiful.'

'He is magnificent.'

Valyaren almost releases a shaky sigh. Oh, to make the Prince his. To feel his perfect skin beneath his fingers. To breathe in his intoxicating scent of fresh jasmine and vanilla. To make the darling his and only his.

These desires were far from righteous, oh he is well aware. He has long since given up on trying to force a lid onto his carnal thoughts. The Prince is too tempting, he tells himself. This is far from his fault, he assures.

'Yet such chaos.'

His brows crinkle in the slightest and his lips nearly curl into a frown. He recalls the frustration that he feels towards Amaurë. The loathing that he holds for the son of discord. An incarnate of chaos.

'He must be kept under order.'

He sucks in a breath.

'I must quell this fire within him.'

A faint, twisted smile finds his lips. His amber hues glint with a flash of excitement.

'I must tame him — I must maintain order. . . I need to have him.'

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Awwwww eepy creepy 😑 don't be so possessive 😱

But what a sweet bean 😍

𝓐𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼 - 𝟐𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

⊱ Blade

Characters: Valyaren/Amaurë Synopsis: Valyaren attempts to take the prince under his wing. Warnings: / Author's Note: Somewhat connected to Shame and Royalty, but can be read as a standalone. Feel free to check those out if you'd like to know about what's secretly been going on between prince and herald ;)

"Your blade work is extraordinary, my prince," Valyaren compliments with a placid smile, lowering his sword as their training session concludes. 

Amaurë lights up in response to the older Vala's praise and smiles back. His magenta eyes are wide and soft – so trusting, so innocent.

Beautiful, Valyaren thinks to himself. And so unlike what one would expect from the offspring of two spirits of chaos.

"It was an honour to train with you, Lord Valyaren," Amaurë says with a respectful nod. "I feel like I learned a lot from you today and will do my best to apply these lessons in the future." 

"You are more than welcome to visit me for regular training sessions," Valyaren offers. "I hear your Lord Father has asked a Maia to teach you, but that will hardly amount to sufficient training for a Vala, wouldn't you agree?" 

His tone is silky, concealing the edge in his voice. Of course he knows all about Eönwë both guarding and training Amaurë, and while he acknowledges his strength, he wishes Manwë would've given the prince to him instead. 

As if a mere herald could give him the discipline he needs...

"Eönwë's abilities are beyond question and he treats me kindly. I am very happy with him," Amaurë says, his gaze lowered politely.  

A wave of displeasure washes over Valyaren. He isn't used to others disagreeing with his benevolent suggestions, especially not the sweet young prince, but he manages to keep his expression serene. 

"I see," he replies and forces another smile. "Yet the offer still stands. There is no harm in seeking out the wisdom of more than one master, after all." 

Amaurë, seemingly oblivious to the older Vala's irritation, nods and sheaths his sword. "Of course. I will keep it in mind." 

Valyaren doesn't like letting him go, but for now, he has no other choice. All he can do is wait for the prince to return, so he may continue to guide him and one day, if he succeeds in gaining his trust, taking beautiful Amaurë under his wing and having him all to himself. 

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👀👀nice...that changed pace beautifully ���️

─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ day two : obsession

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖   valyaren ⠀〳 amaurë⠀  ❜࿔ 

· ⊰ synopsis. valyaren watches the prince train with his maiar and contemplates his conflicting feelings about him ( dark themes ៸៸ obsessive behaviour )

· ⊰ notes. can't believe that the first thing in writing for val is immediately exposing him for what a creep he is lmao

'Surely, he knows what he is doing to me?'

The Vala's eyes slither as he watches the Prince battle with such grace. Majestically evading attacks of his Maiar and dealing tenthfold back. While still maintaining a smile blessed by the heavens on his lips.

Amaurë Ilwion. The Prince of Valinor. The Darling of Heaven.

And his greatest desire.

Valyaren maintains his gentle, genuine expression as he observes the Prince's fighting style. He was fluid in every way. Swift. Graceful. Like a spirit of air should be. But Valyaren cannot seem to focus on observing and judging this style as he is tasked to do. Instead, he is too caught up within his own thoughts and unholy desires.

'He is beautiful.'

'He is magnificent.'

Valyaren almost releases a shaky sigh. Oh, to make the Prince his. To feel his perfect skin beneath his fingers. To breathe in his intoxicating scent of fresh jasmine and vanilla. To make the darling his and only his.

These desires were far from righteous, oh he is well aware. He has long since given up on trying to force a lid onto his carnal thoughts. The Prince is too tempting, he tells himself. This is far from his fault, he assures.

'Yet such chaos.'

His brows crinkle in the slightest and his lips nearly curl into a frown. He recalls the frustration that he feels towards Amaurë. The loathing that he holds for the son of discord. An incarnate of chaos.

'He must be kept under order.'

He sucks in a breath.

'I must quell this fire within him.'

A faint, twisted smile finds his lips. His amber hues glint with a flash of excitement.

'I must tame him — I must maintain order. . . I need to have him.'

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