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“Mother?”
Lorian had been told she was awake, that she felt up to seeing her own children (for once, he tries not to think bitterly, it wasn’t her fault), but he still calls softly as he eases her bedroom door open a crack. He cradles Lothric in his other arm, his brother laying limp against him, probably dozing off again by the gentle motion of his stride.
There’s no mistaking her, reclining upon her bed, but in the dim light it’s hard to tell whether she’s heard him. If she hadn’t, if she’d fallen back to sleep, maybe he’d just leave Lothric here with her. Let him spend some time with his mother, even if they were both unconscious during it. He’d sat on that dais for long enough and nobody else was going to come by so late in the day.
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*Quelaag had not been to Anor Londo frequently, despite having left Izalith before to experiment with the magic that she, and her mother and sisters inherently possessed. Still, as with all experiments, supplies must be renewed eventually. And that is exactly why she came to this city of Gwyn. Still, despite having a vague amount of familiarity with some parts, she had trouble finding the stores that had the supplies she needed.*
#illulustre#arachnid of flames#the good times#(need to think about tags for pre-demon quelaag and the fair lady. also one for gwynevere.)
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The God that now sits upon the throne of Anor Londo is not what he once was—then again, the great city was now cast in shadows. Perhaps it was true that the silver of the moon would never be outshone by the sun again. Perhaps. But Gwyndolin had felt the darkness & corruption within Aldrich; Gwyndolin had suffered much at the hands of the wretched creature that sought to destroy all.
All that remained was dark and silver cast beams of light—all that remained was the God that the mortals loved the least. Yet they still whispered in the streets, they still called his name—
The Darksun hath risen once more.
& so it was and forever shall be.
Gwyndolin hoped.
Once upon a time he & his dear sister played along the streets of the very domain he now ruled; once upon a time his heart had not gone cold. Even the warmth of bonfires did little to save him from the cold that had settled deep within his bones. Deep within his very soul. She had left him behind; she had gone on a whim & ran away. Coward. You bring even more shame to our Lord Father than I.
When she presented herself in front of his throne his eyes gazed upon her as if she were a stranger. The Knights say that this is my sister. Should she not appear to be brighter? Or perhaps her radiance was naught but wishful thinking. His own limbs were hidden behind black skirts and robes, hiding the worst of the damage that Aldrich had done. Serpents no longer supporting him, he relied on mere magicks to create the illusion of legs.
Gaze was unmoved as she entered, cold & unyielding as his tone of voice.
“Thou wisheth to speak? Then do so.” A command that made him appear more like their Lord Father rather than the soft, feminine creature that Lord Gwyn had wished to create. None would have expected the Darksun to rise to the occasion & ascend the throne in the King’s absence. Yet none had expected him to survive at all.
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“I must say, it is a pleasure to accompany you in your trip, your highness.” The knight spoke, smiling brightly beneath the fierce helmet. His words were genuine- few people were as delightful to be with as the Princess of Sunlight, a kind and heartwarming woman he had sadly not been able to spend time with in the past few years. It was for that reason that his Lord’s orders had brought such joy to the dragonslayer, having been tasked with protecting her while she made her way to the land of Thorolund.
She was in safe hands, no doubt about it. Pleased as he was, not once did he drop his guard or loosen his grip on the lugged spear, serving as a testament to his efficiency. Such a focused behavior had made some hesitant to approach him, usually out of respect, but this was not the case with Gwynevere. A fortunate fact, considering they had a lot of catching up to do.
“Pardon me if I am being intrusive, my lady, but I do wonder- what is the reason for this visit?”
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Fright
If Gwyndolin is afraid for her own safety she gets immediately defensive, hisses and bares her fangs, drawing her snakes up in preparation to bite and summoning her bow to her hands. She’s not physically strong so she has to be quick and won’t hesitate to put an arrow through your eye if she thinks you mean her actual harm.
If she’s nervous because she’s anticipating something happening, she’ll fidget with her fingers beneath her shawl, wring her hands, coil up her snakes around herself or her chair.
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@illulustre was legit my fav Gwynevere other and I just saw that they deleted their blog??? I hope they’re ok :(
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Lorian gathers some pillows and lies down on them, sighing as he lays his head in his arms. “Won’t somebody please stab my husband? I’m too busy to do it myself.”
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#man#writing that reminded me of a great Gwynevere blog that is now deactivated#illulustre was really talented and honestly it's a shame the blog is deactivated because otherwise I would tell you to check it out#I never got to do much with her but- even if the mun isn't here I really feel the need to give this shoutout#ooc
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[ ❤, ✿ ]
headcanon symbols / accepting.
❤ – voice
the king’s voice is booming, creating tremors in his enemies and comrades alike. in the field with his knights it takes a commanding form that makes it as if every word from his mouth is a decree made by a lord. that being said, there is an underlying warmth to it likely due to his eternal allegiance to the fire & lightning. with his siblings and the knights of his covenant he speaks like as if they were to be equals despite his obvious advantage in power. he is, for a lack of a better term, a liege denied the ability to speak.
✿ - laugh
almost inaudible. the type where he doesn’t so much as laugh, but instead the ends of his lips crease upward into a vague smile and he exhales a tad more than usual. the best anyone can hope to get out of him was a chuckle— abrupt, but subtle with the hints of joy that come with it. something shared only with a few select individuals.
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𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝓒𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 & 𝔊𝔴𝑦𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢 // Reaper.
Once anew,
he came to sow dismay.
Lothric’s barbican maintained peace. Sizzling weather and continuous commerce, whilst bustling merchants haggled with stationed guards. Per usual, the kingdom’s mouth remained open, sweetly chanting for exotic caravans to enter its womb and spread their wares; lifeline of royal coffers. None could predict the astronomical event bound to unravel, leaving fate to remain a spectator, whilst death chortled in childish anticipation ---- too much peace had been residing in those stone walls. Albeit, pristine heavens proceeded in spreading a malignant tumor at its center, an eerie darkness that did not belong neither to daylight nor nocturne.
Its corrosive influence latched onto pearly nebulae, gnawing at their surface, serpentine bodies of electricity speared in devastating roars; the end was nigh many thought. Masses ceased their earthly doings, discussing and examining what could be concluded as a phenomenon, a warning that perhaps Lord Gwyn’s wrath was at hand? The further the sludge spread, its smooth nucleus indented inwards, formulating a spiraling vortex as luminescent embers flickered off the liquid surfaces ---- mirroring a hell within.
So it was, from the belly of all evil, a pillar of fiendish flames burst downwards. Such powerful torrent and spearing velocity, once it made contact with Lothric’s barbican, a white shine erupted; a flash that blinded all. Atomic, destructive, malicious; one explosion that eradicated the whole edifice which kept the outside world apart from the kingdom’s innards. It was simply catastrophic, only a chosen few survived after the aggressive event, a few knights of poor renown who aggressively waved their steel limbs to dissipate the vast quantity of airborne dirt.
An assault of unparalleled scale, magical no doubt. Valorous and dignified they marched closer to the impact area, inspecting for an enemy spell caster, but what they discovered was much different. Knelt within a crevice, in charred steel he remained, devoted to a selfish cause and ambitious future ---- in which none of these held part from. Soul of Cinder had arrived: “Executioner of Realms, Devouter of Souls”, seeking Gwynevere’s promised children. Their downfall would be a stone for a foundation built through misery and slaughter, but regardless, none truly accepted the fiend’s new arrival and instead a knight rushed forth. No syllables or connotations exchanged, only the sound of steel colliding as Lothric’s knight clashed a long sword into the intruder’s pauldron.
Unhinged.
Adamant, a tower of fortitude; a demon unbound. Soul of Cinder’s gargantuan anatomy rose, whilst a gauntlet lunged forth and grabbed hold of the knight’s helm, regardless; companions of the same rooster froze in cowardice. They bore witness to their companion being elevated from cracked ground, his anatomy soon to ignite in a combustive flames from cranium to toe ---- a chilling plea for aid, never to be answered as the remaining survivors fled into the kingdom’s innards. The nest meant to be for the great beast, “Vordt”, is the exit Soul of Cinder took, slowly marching upwards the lengthy pair of stairs.
Many would come,
but who would stop him?
@illulustre
#ᵀʰʸ ˢᵒᵘˡ ˢʰᵃˡˡ ᶠᵃᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵃᵍᵉ'ˢ ᶠᶤʳᵉˑ [ Soul Hunter Verse ]#Illulustre#Reaper#Here we are.#Excuse his intrusion.#He doesn't know how to be less destructive.#** Chuckles **
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"Happy birthday, dearest brother." signals the servants to bring in a modest size cake. Also, she's grinning, and hands Gwyndolin a small present that's very obviously in the shape of some kind of quiver. "We hope thou enjoy thine present~!"
( 陰の太陽 ) —
He doesn’t have to open the wrapping to know what she’s given him; it’s obvious by its shape, the weight of it, the way it feels in his hands as he takes it from her. He can’t help but grin, of course, his mouth shifting sideways in an attempt to keep it under control until her servants have left. His eyes stay on the gift, hands moving over it gently as the cake and table are set for them both.
And then, once the servants are gone, he gently sets it aside and makes his toward her, their small birthday snack. But, before he sits, he moves to her, taking her hand, and pulls her in for the smallest of hugs.
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illulustre replied to your post: “Ring of Oceiros, former king of Lothric. Reduces...
imagine if it was gwynevere who sent the assassins tho
too little too late mom unu
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1ST RULE: Tag 9 muses you would like to know better.
2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.
APPEARANCE:
I am 5'7" or taller. I wear glasses. I have at least one tattoo. I have at least one piercing. I have blonde hair. I have brown eyes. I have short hair. My abs are at least somewhat defined. I have or have had braces.
PERSONALITY:
I love meeting new people. People tell me that I’m funny. Helping others is a big priority for me. I enjoy physical challenges. I enjoy mental challenges. I’m playfully rude with people I know well. I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it. There is something I would change about my personality.
ABILITY:
I can sing well. I can play an instrument. I can do over 30 pushups without stopping. I’m a fast runner. I can draw well. I have a good memory. I’m good at doing math in my head. I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute. I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling. I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch. I know how to throw a proper punch.
HOBBIES:
I enjoy playing sports. I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else. I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else. I have learned a new song in the past week. I work out at least once a week. I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months. I have drawn something in the past month. I enjoy writing. I have done martial arts.
EXPERIENCES:
I have had my first kiss. I have had alcohol. I have scored the winning goal in a sports game. I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting. I have been at an overnight event. I have been in a taxi. I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year. I have beaten a video game in one day. I have visited another country. I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts.
RELATIONSHIPS:
I’m in a relationship ( ship && verse dependent). I have a crush on a celebrity. I have a crush on someone I know. I have been in at least 3 relationships. I have never been in a relationship. I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them. I get crushes easily. I have had a crush on someone for over a year. I have been in a relationship for at least a year. I have had feelings for a friend.
MY LIFE:
I have at least one person I consider a “best friend.” I live close to my school. My parents are were still together. I have at least one sibling. I live in the United States. There is snow right now where I live. I have hung out with a friend in the past month. I have a smartphone. I have at least 15 CD’s. I share my room with someone.
RANDOM SHIT:
I have breakdanced. I know a person named Jamie. I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce. I have dyed my hair. I’m listening to one song on repeat right now. I have punched someone in the past week. I know someone who has gone to jail. I have broken a bone. I have eaten a waffle today. I know what I want to do with my life. I speak at least 2 languages.
Tagged by: @luckyberet
Tagging: @xlordsblade @ersatzsun @personanoxia @cursedandcarried @waning-eclipse @avispcn @the-lady-heiress @moonsought @illulustre
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illulustre replied to your post: (¬‿¬)
[whistles]
“L-Lady Gwynevere, I implore you.”
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Behind closed doors, there needn't be a reason to keep up holier-than-thou appearances, nor the distance the two had to been in. No, behind closed doors, she nuzzled into the crook of his neck happily, arms encircling him, planting small little kisses on his neck.
How gentle he was, when his four fingered hand reached around to grasp a handful of those flowing brown locks. The way his rough hands held her in such a soothing fashion. How his gravelly voice made rather unfitting mumbles and wavering whines. Especially, when such divine lips grazed against the scarred flesh in the form of a brutal bite mark.
“Y’keep that up, I’ve a feeling we’ll be keeping the entire castle awake.” He muttered, eye closed as he felt that heat against his cheeks darken. ‘Twas certainly rare, when he could let down his guard, and enjoy such intimate things. It was special. Doubly so, with the princess of sunlight.
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