Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
got to break free; any
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02-23-2019, 10:20 PM
He had to get out.
Just had to.
Couldn’t suffer one more moment of idle uselessness and lack of purpose besides being a prince. More like a pauper even amongst the impressive and ever-growing brood of siblings that his mothers sucked out of creation. He felt careless and wild, in ways that he never had as he forsook the cove and delighted in this sense of newfound freedom.
He just had to break free.
Couldn’t say from what - stagnation, maybe. His life was going nowhere, and fast! He’d put on some muscle but still looked small and effeminate for a grown colt. Felt small too, in such a vast obnoxious world. Like he didn’t know his place because he had no interest in politics, plague, or the other tedious nonsense his siblings and mothers delighted in.
Even love!
Once, he had loved to explore. To play and runs nd laugh with Will and Rhae. Now, he is aloof and quick to snap. Even the thought of beautiful Lyss in the cove’s surf isn’t enough to stay him. He feels a hot itch beneath his skin, like he needs to remove it and air it out in the sun; so he stretches his legs out for a good run and finds himself slowing once he notices to land changing from a familiar blue to the unfamiliar.
Great, the meadow.
His blue eyes look around but he has no expectations; it’s just a space occupied by snippets of sound from overheard conversations and looks quickly given then forgotten. Sviko is just happy to be standing there, a little sweaty and sweet-faced.
02-23-2019, 11:15 PM
for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Sviko]
02-24-2019, 11:55 AM
Summer is gone, he notes with not quite a look of interest but there’s some unreadable expression sitting on his face. It has been long gone, but he’s able to face the bluthering briskness that hints at a winter not too far off with his head held high as he came through the autumn season unscathed. No grandchildren this year!
Perhaps his mothers both, will be glad of that. Not that he presumed they’d notice much that doesn’t go on in his lackadaisical life. Kagerus and Solace leave him alone, as most of his siblings do and to be frank - he’s glad of it. It makes him think he’s more like his elusive uncle Svedka than ever.
Mayhap that is why he is so wild and restless - -
Virginal, suffering from pent-up hormones and frustrations that he cannot even begin to name. Most would be silly anyway, like a lack of friends or lining for the closeness of the once-holy trinity that was the infamous kaglace triplets. These are the things that are within his control to change but he doesn’t, he eyes the meadow and sniffs the air instead before rubbing the side of his face against his leg.
The grown colt hasn’t been paying attention, rather lost in thought so he almost doesn’t notice his name being called or the smell of plums that precede her coming. She is gorgeous to look at, and he knows that’s a remnant of the damn hormones talking —
(though she was lovely either way, he just took greater notice at the moment because of the sudden testosterone surge that occurred in him!)
He struggles to place her familiarity for just a moment, doubting childhood memories that are tied up tight in pretty bows of mother-made dreams and sibling adventures. The kinds of things that settle his hormones and fill him with a languid happiness as he bobs his head at her. “Probably never officially met either, until now.” Sviko acknowledges with a smile that lights up his blue eyes.
Of course he knows of her! Has even seen her but thinks more of her in terms of how his mothers hold her in high esteem. Interesting to think that one day, he could be addressing her as the king to her lovely little subkingdom that held his birthplace and such fond childhood memories for him. But Sviko isn’t the kind to dwell on stuff like that for too long, or even lord it up over her - he’s a good boy at heart, as kind and quiet as a mouse unlike his more boisterous siblings.
“What brings you so far from Hyaline?” he is curious, faintly so because now he’s thinking of how he’s tried so hard to be the only plague-free child and here he is, gallivanting about in the plague-ridden air and planning a trip to his birthplace because he hasn’t been back since the end of Will’s summer party. If he remembers right, she’d been there too.
@[Kensa] <3
03-01-2019, 10:01 PM
for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Sviko]
03-07-2019, 11:10 AM
Sviko has a calm about him that has followed him out of the liquidy-soft womb. It is likely a result of being the youngest and smallest of the triplets, coming last after the brawny warrior-sister and the roving honey-tongued brother. He figured he’d find his place as something other than the last and least likely in due time. Until then, he was first and foremost, a prince lacking arrogance and thinking that he rebelled by wandering off and doing the opposite of what they had come to expect of him - staying put.
He is unaware of her titles beyond the fact that his mothers entrusted his birthplace to her and some other to govern. It doesn’t even occur to him that she could lead a rebellion against his mothers to make her land first and great again. Not that Hyaline wasn’t great still but he marveled sometimes, at how fast his mothers gave it up to take over the Cove. They had their reasons, he supposed, such as avoiding the plague but plague has found them even in the safe spaces.
No matter, she is here and so is he and their titles are just that - titles, dry as dust in the mouth and meaningless in as free a place as the meadow. She keeps from touching him; a fact he finds curious, but guesses that she is infected. Sviko knows the risks he takes, that was all part of his small rebellion. Both his siblings had contracted the disease, should he be any different? Probably, good obedient Sviko doesn’t catch the plague or stray far from the Cove’s magic protection. But he has!
“Good,” he murmurs, giving her a quick once-over that confirms his earlier suspicion: she is plagued. Still, he’ll take his chances as he gives her a charmingly roguish smile. “And yourself?” He is emboldened; by what, he cannot say, as he leans in and runs his lips over her cheek in a meaningless greeting. It could be mistaken for a kiss, but he’s not so free and careless with those like his brother.
He finds him nodding his head in agreement, certainly echoing her sentiment about a change in scenery. “The very same,” he answers, not the least bit careful in divulging why he has left the Cove behind. “Change was needed. The Cove is too sheltering at times, almost stifling and slow.” He speaks his truth because that is how the Cove is to him now - stifling and slow, no new blood or very little of it, and always his mothers gone or enraptured with one another.
By now he is looking past her like she’s not even there, but he hasn’t forgotten that she is there. He is hyper-aware of her in the corner of his sight as he gazes at the far-off horizon like it has the answer to a question he hasn’t even asked. “Just needed something different…” he mumbles, falling back on an old boyhood habit before his blue eyes find her face again. Unlike her, there is nothing dark or strenuous in his life to prompt this adventure but he doesn’t pry into her reasons for being away from the lake of his youth or the mountains he remembers.
@[Kensa] she makes him write novels lol
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