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The immortal King [Thriumph/Faylice]

op za apr 14, 2018 5:37 pm
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
Avanti was always way to nicely dressed for the monster he was. But that was probably the elegance he dragged around. Tonight was different, another kind of elegance, more deadly than usual. Where you would found the certain charm there was that emptiness as he walked down the stairs. His black coat making him even longer then he already was, his footstep nothing more than an emptiness in the night. One hand in the pocket of his pants while he bite down on his thumb, tasting his own blood. He looked down to his thumb, breathing in through his nose as he took the last few stairs. He almost tasted her in his own blood, Faylice. After feeding on her it felt like her smell, her blood ran through his own veins. He looked up from his finger and he forget about the scared little girl in her room as there stood a queen worthy to his vision waiting, Ayana. ‘Where is Achilles?’ He asked coldly. She really didn’t had to answer, he could read it from her gaze and just waved his hand in the air, irritated. He had to contain himself already for so long, pretending he was all good and saint while all he wanted to do is rip somebody open. Tonight he could do a lot of that.

The castle was so empty, it felt like everybody was hiding away on this dark night. As he passed a window his eyes went outside to the sky, to a full moon hiding behind the clouds. He wasn’t the only monster running around outside, people started to know that those nights weren’t to walk around in. He stopped before the window, gazing outside to little houses. An slow smile came on his lips, you couldn’t even call it a smile. ‘They have no idea,’ he whispered, looking aside to Ayana as he shook his head. ‘what will become of their lives.’ He followed. Navarre would get an immortal king on the throne, a king under his command.

Ayana followed him into that big throne room, both as cold as the stone walls. And there it stood, a big way to nice throne. Avanti never owned a throne, his reputation stood as a throne. Yet, he gave Ayana a short look before he walked over and turned around, slowly sitting down. Why did kings had thrones? What was even the value of it? He leaned back, looking in front of him when he saw something walk in the corner of his eyes, a cat. A cat who was brave enough to jump in his lap. ‘Cats.’ He whispered, throwing Ayana a long amusing look while he stroke the animal over her fur before he looked back up to the two persons walking in. ‘I thought you would miss datenight.’ Avanti said to Achilles lowering his head to give the cat a kiss on her head before his purple eyes shifted to Thriumph. ‘I never understand why kings have thrones,’ he started pushing the cat from his lap like it was the most normal thing to do. ‘I hope you don’t mind.’ He said with that dominant gaze right in his eyes as he pushed himself up, still standing on a little platform. ‘You should bow for your superior Thriumph.’ He announced, that sick tempting smile on his lips. ‘given I will be your king from now on.’ He couldn’t resist on claiming that little bit of fame, opening his hands to gesture the room around him before he stepped down the platform, stepping over to Thriumph. He stood still before him, hands down in his pants as he lifted his chin, purple against blue. ‘You can keep the throne,’ he started, slowly smiling. ‘as long as I get your life.’ He followed, licking his lower lip softly. ‘Deal?’ He asked softly, tilting his head, eyes not releasing those of the king.
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Re: The immortal King [Thriumph/Faylice]

op zo apr 22, 2018 10:29 pm



IF I CAN'T FIND A PATH
I WILL MAKE ONE

Blandly Thriumph stared. Again. In front of him the same table, with the same pieces on it. The same chamber, but everything was different. Even though all the pieces were on a different spot now, since the perfection had been smeared by one man. It didn’t matter the piece ended on the exact same spot, it wasn’t perfect anymore. Maybe because he didn’t finish it, maybe because of the one who touched it. The man remembered how the same stare ended the last time, and he knew this one would end with something far greater than that. For now there was one thing that needed to be fixed, that damned strategy. And for now it was a way to guide his mind into thinking productive, it needed to be as intense as it could. Otherwise his mind would wander off into, darker businesses.

It was so perfect, again. It didn’t even take that long to perfect it this time. Maybe because if his mind being sharpened by the events that took place the days before. It was a change that ran around the whole castle. No one would be able to lay a finger on it, yet everyone must’ve known. Sure, the rumours had been there, one sloppy guard who did not take his order like he wanted him to. It surely wouldn’t end well, as Thriumph demanded nothing less but full obedience.

Of course that perfection had to be ruined, as his old friend walked into the room. If you could call him a friend anyways, it was something close to it, and Thri had accepted it like it was. Strange and dark. The corners of the kings mouth had just slightly risen as he saw the appearance of Achilles walk into his chambers. The chamber that had been more occupied by him and Avanti, than himself, but he had them rather here than roaming around. The man had known it was the night, looking out towards the full moon that lit up the pretty dark room, draping it over the tense atmosphere. Thriumph had seen his daughter arrive, and with the moment it all was going to happen set itself clear. Causing him to be more on edge than he already was. Just as he got lost by those thoughts that were already so dangerous in the previous weeks he saw the perfection get destroyed. Again. Not that he would expect anything different from Achilles, he was a star in luring out reactions out of the man. He looked up to Achie, who just stared at him while holding a piece. Holding his comments for himself, just rolling his eyes instead. Once clear sweep of his arm, made the rest of the pieces fall to their sides, he would figure it out, again, another time.

Now, it was time for something else, something bigger. Quietly he walked after the huge man, following the everlasting hallways his castle had. Knowing what way they were heading, the biggest room a king could have, how fitting was that? He found the whole complete cult, looking around the room before he focused his eye blue eyes towards the purple pits. Quickly following the comment from Avanti to Achilles, before his eyes looked on towards a woman, quite powerful as she looked, that couldn’t be anyone else but Ayana. His eyes shifted back towards Avanti, as he was sitting on the throne. His throne. ’I do, a status thing I guess.’ De cat caught is attention for a little moment, looking how it walked off after it had gotten it’s little stroke through his fur. Wondering if it knew on whose lap it was just on, and if so, if the cat even cared.

Thriumph could the atmosphere change, even more than it had been changing until now. Feeling how things had just gotten so much more serious. The stare he got from Avanti had the same level of intensity as he remembered being on the end of that one evening. The one evening that got things going, unable to stop after. The man looked up, challenging the dominance with nothing more but the gaze of his ice blue eyes. ’You are the king of darkness.’ He noted, slowly as the corner of his mouth rose up just a little bit. ’And I’ll bow for that king, the darkness himself, if.’ He laid his hand flat together in front of him, looking towards them before he looked up again. ’you bow for the king of Navarre.’ Calculated as his words were, maybe challenging more than would be good for him. He released the tension in his arms, making them fall back before he made the little bow as his end of the challenge. Thriumph watched as he got closer, making no movements of doubt, holding his face exactly like he did before, besides from the little grin that rose just a bit more. ’You can have my life, if I keep my throne.’ He felt the eagerness jump to the foreground of his thoughts, his mind already as sharp as it could be. ’That sounds like a deal to me.’
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Re: The immortal King [Thriumph/Faylice]

op ma apr 23, 2018 11:38 am
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
Here they were, all gathered as one happy family, ready to take yet a life into the darkness. And not just anybody's life, that of a king, the king of Navarre. Avanti almost licked his lips on the promesing thoughts this alliance would have in the future. He wasn’t one in commanding and ruling but damn he loved the slight hint of power in this move, this night. Cooked up between these walls Avanti had done enough waiting, he wanted blood, more than that, he wanted to hunt, not in his name but in that of Thriumph. People just waved their king goodbye, after this there wouldn’t be a turning back, it was that or the death, a simple choice for a rather esquised king. He realized all of that while walking into that throne room, taking it all in with Ayana by his side. Did he love some good drama, knowing Larethian would find out eventually … drama would follow. But until that it was Avanti’s duty to keep Thriumph a king, only so nobody would notice how corrupted his heart had gotten.

Seeing Thriumph walking in with Achilles by his side made him smirk over the difference in height in the first place. But his smirk was mostly one out of promise, a dark hollow smile promesing so much for the rest of the evening. He kicked rather the cat rather empty from his lap, shoving the animal away like it was a piece of bread he didn’t want. And then there was just that short look to Ayana, promesing he would never shove her away like that. His attention went shortly to Achilles who came to stand on the other side of him before his purple eyes settled on Thriumph.

For a short moment Thriumph fixed his gaze on to Ayana and Avanti followed that look, studying his right hand with that admirantion he always had for her. ‘This is Ayana by the way.’ Avanti waved with his fingers to the immortal beside him, like it was needed that they got introduced. He pushed himself up, folding his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes on the words. He looked over his shoulder to the throne. ‘Lucky for you the throne doesn’t has to move then.’ He reacted rather cold on the words, looking back to the king. ‘You may make it a little darker in here, if you want to keep playing king on that throne.’ His words were nothing less then a meaning to fill the silence roaming through this night. Avanti was impatience, a little short of answer. That Thriumph kept his personality in check was a good thing, he couldn’t show any differences if he was a vampire after all. So he could sit on that throne after all, Avanti would stand aside it, or linger in the dark corners of this castle. He wasn’t leaving after all.

Walking to the edge of that little platform Avanti hide his hands away in the pockets of his black jacket, lingering on the edge as he looked down to the floor, waiting for a reaction on his requests. But the words spoken weren’t the things Avanti was coming, his eyes went back up, agonizing slowly before his purple eyes met those ice cold blue ones of Thriumph again. His eyes shifted shortly to Ayana before he chuckled, a meaningless chuckle filling that room. ‘You want me to bow for you?’ He repeated the words carefully, stepping down from the platform to walk calmly over to Thriumph. ‘You really think I care for this land, this rule?’ He breathed out, clenching his teeth carefully as he walked around Thriumph. He stopped aside him, a pale hand folding around that one shoulder of the king. ‘I don’t care about those little pieces on that board, what I do care,’ he started laughing, pointing his attention right back to his two other companions. ‘He wants me to bow.’ He laughed softly before he reacted in a second, kicking his knee up in the back of Thriumph his leg so that the king fell on his knees. Both Avanti’s hands clenched around Thriumph his shoulder, harder then he should be doing. ‘I don’t bow, not for you and certainly not that that dreadful king standing above you.’ He hissed coldly. ‘You have yourself a deal Thriumph, sit on your throne, be a poppet all tangled in strings, in the end you will see where the heart belongs, given,’ he looked down over Thriumph his shoulder, to the place where his heart laid. ‘I will rip it out.’ He arched his back again, cracking his own neck. ‘I need you to be a king, only to taunt others right there on the spot.’ He chuckled, letting Thriumph go as he stepped away again. ‘You can do that for me Thriumph, rule like you always did, work in my benefits, be my advisor in my own battles? Hmm?’ A wicked smile challenges his lips, tilting his head way to much. ‘If not Faylice surly will, have to say, I hope you taste as good as she does.’ And there was the emptiness again as he stared down to the king, gesturing him to get back up, almost inviting him to go sit back on that throne. ‘A throne fit for a king, keep it or die trying to keep it.’ He whispered, a treat, a promise for whatever the future will hold between this alliance.
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Re: The immortal King [Thriumph/Faylice]

Gisteren om 11:20 pm



IF I CAN'T FIND A PATH
I WILL MAKE ONE

Slowly Thriumph made his way towards his throne room. Through the hallways he knew so good. The man could even walk into them blindly and still find his way. Not only did he knew the castle that well because if his rule in it, he sure knew the secret passages and hallways, even the dungeons when his brother ruled. Still everything felt so different, loaded if you could call it that way. The king looked up, looking at the ceiling that held the details that were so old, made when the castle was built. Even though he had through this particularly hallway so many times before, he couldn’t help but look for the details over and over again. A perfection that was perfect because it just couldn’t be touched. The tension build with the load, laying on top of Thri his shoulders as he walked on, next to the huge creature. It had a certain bitterness to it, besides the darkness the castle had possessed ever since Avanti had arrived. Like he was walking for his death sentence, and that was in a way exactly how it was.  

Coming in the room he saw the four members of the o so dreaded cult. He could feel it, in the way that he was the only human. The gaze of the ice blue eyes shifted towards the only woman in the room, who didn’t look any less threatening than the other three. A quick nod followed the words of the man in front of him, confirming the name he already knew. Slowly the corner of his mouth raised up, before looking back to Avanti again. Feeling how the load on his shoulder got bigger and bigger, as there was a certain expectation he was going to fill. ’Lucky me.’ He reacted with the slightest hint of sarcasm, to the next words. His eyes shifting towards the same throne he sat on every day. ’I will make some, aesthetic changes,’ He stated, looking around the room like he was an designer. Like he hadn’t seen every corner of that place before. ’playing king.’ Mocking himself in the progress, holding that attention to the rest of the room a little longer. Looking back towards the purple eyes as his challenges were getting more intense already. Thriumph was walking on that fine line, so fragile, so dangerous. One little slip and he would have trouble, a lot of it actually. And yet he was walking on, pushing and pulling, curious to how far he would come, could go.

His command was just a little too much, and Thri knew it as he saw the little shift in gaze into the purple pits. Waiting as patiently for the reaction to come, staring on like the words he said were nothing. Following the gazes of the man, landing on Ayana for that moment. Just that moment to really confess he had really pushed it too far this time, closing off the moment to lay down every single option that man in front of him had. Trying to figure out every reaction, his mind getting even sharper than before.

And there it was, the words which made Thriumph open up his eyes, to stare down to Avanti again. Following the slow and almost careful movements, hearing the rhetorical questions that were asked as he felt the hand wrap around his shoulder. His head halfway turned he looked over to the two others in the room, hearing more words fired towards him.  Before he could react he felt the kick, forcing him down to the ground. Feeling how his knees made that not so soft contact to the ground beneath, softly clenching his jaws together with the pain it caused. ’Noted.’ Thriumph reacted, a little under his breath as he could feel the next crushing pain of his shoulders being pushed together. The words clear as they were he still managed to pull his eyebrow at the last words. ”ripping his hearth out.” What a feeling that must be. Still he kept quiet, knowing that any of his sassy comments wouldn’t help a single bit. Now Avanti’s command came in, more as a counteraction then anything else. Even though the king was on his knees right now, he still didn’t bend his neck, still didn’t show his defeat as it was merely a warning for his ego to calm down. The words had promise, that was clear, making the man pull up those corners of his mouth again. ’I’ll be there right on the spot, rule like I’ve always done, but better.’ He promised in his defence, nothing more than honest thoughts spoken out, calculated as Thriumph could be. Advice in your battles, work the benefits of the darkness.’ As soon as the words spilled over his lips he felt the eagerness rise up again, forgetting the burning shoulders altogether.  

Gradually the king stood up again, stretching out his body like he had been in the position for ages, the dark grin fixed over his lips. Still he raised an eyebrow with his comment about his daughter, wanting to know what he was planning after all. ’Only one way to find out.’ He commented anyways, emotionless and neutral. In the same movements he followed the gestures, placing himself on that throne. His throne, still was and would be, forever if you’d ask Thri. Ever so slowly he placed himself on it, he didn’t care it would be mocked, it was the place he wanted to be, for so many years more. He didn’t respond to the words, he merely raised up the corners of his mouth, staring back with the same promise that whisper held.
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