hueynomure asked:
Kane/Fergus, Nurse Me
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fatal-blow answered:
I forgot I got a response to that prompt thing! .o. Which is funny because I’ve been itching to write a scene like this for a while now
Warning for uhhh blood and stuff
Kane’s laboured, desperate breaths filled Fergus’s ears as he half-supported half-carried him over to hotel bedroom. Hot pain writhed in his gut with every heavy step, accompanied by blood dripping down his stomach and side, a sensation that he thought he was too familiar with. Work was work, though.
He let Kane slump onto the bed. “Happy birthday?” he said, managing an exhausted smile.
“You’re bit early,” he said dryly, using his sleeve to wipe Kane’s damp brow.
“Got excited.” He hissed as Fergus pulled the blood soaked shirt away from his skin. “Fucking stings.”
“Yeah, getting cut with a fucking knife does that. Idiot.”
“Now you’re just being an asshole ‘bout it.”
“Newflash, Sight, I’ve been an asshole this entire time. Put a hand over that, I need something to clean this with.” Fortunately, the hotel would have plenty of–sadly white–towels for that.
It was a messy wound. The knife had been dull and serrated, wielded in the hands of their target when they’d tried to take care of him in a quiet part of the museum. A single misstep, and Kane had gotten cut and their target had gotten away–right into Jean’s waiting bullet.
Speak of the devil–“How’s he doing?”
Fergus shot Jean a look. “Just got him into bed. He won’t shut up, so it can’t be that bad.”
“Good shot, Windfall,” Kane said, craning his head to look over his shoulder.
“Darling, they’re all good shots,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“Where are Static and Siphon?” Fergus asked as he cleaned the blood away.
“Doing cleanup. Unfortunately shooting someone through the head means a bit of a mess.”
“And you had Anyform get the information?”
“You say as if we haven’t done this a million times.”
“Mmhm… Gemme another towel.”
“S’lotta blood,” Kane said as Jean disappeared into the bathroom.
Fergus glanced at him; he didn’t feel faint, though he was starting to get nervous. He dampened it before it became any worse, sitting a bit closer to help comfort him.
“It always looks worse than it is,” he soothed. “You aren’t dying today.”
Kane relaxed into the pillows, lidded eyes studying his face as if he were searching for a lie. “Just make sure it’s Windfall who sews me up.”
“Love the faith you have in my stitching skills,” he retorted. Though he was glad that Kane was calm enough to keep making jokes, or at least jokes that weren’t edged with hysteria.
“So we sending him home for a sick day?” Jean asked once they’d finished bandaging him up.
“Max will kill us if we don’t.”
Concern needled at Kane’s fingertips as he lifted his head to look. “You said it wasn’t bad–”
Fergus pushed his head back down. “It’s not bad because you’re not running around trying to finish a mission.”
He sniffed indignantly. “Leave me here, then. No point calling Link. I’ll live ‘til you finish.”
Pursing his lips, he looked Kane over. He wasn’t too pale, pain gone down. And it wasn’t as if they hadn’t survived worse. Jean still had a gruesome scar on her chest from the bullet that had nicked her heart–and she’d still finished the mission that day.
“Alright,” he agreed. “Let’s go join the others,” he said to Jean, “and we’ll come back for him later.”
“Got it.”
She left. Fergus lingered a little longer, tucking some of Kane’s hair behind his ear before kissing his temple. “We’ll be back,” he said. “This part shouldn’t take long.”
“I know. What? You think I’m scared you’ll leave me behind?” he added when Fergus frowned.
“Just don’t want you to worry, is all.”
“Stupid thing to worry about. You’re a damn prick, but not that kind.”
He rolled his eyes and got up. “Feel better, asshole.”
Kane chuckled. “Don’t die, jackass.”
art cheats
hello i am here today to not lose track of the art cheats i have discovered over the years. what i call art cheat is actually a cool filter/coloring style/way to shade/etc. that singlehandedly makes art like 20 times better
adding colors to grayscale paintings
foreshortening ( perspective )
clipping group (lines)
clipping group (colors)
that is all for today, do stay tuned as i am always hunting for cool shit like this
guys stop reblogging this these are cheats the CIA will come for you
The CIA ain’t got nothing on my new glow effects
♡ cute asks ♡
angel; do you have a nickname?
awe; how old are you?
baby; favorite color?
bloop; spirit animal?
blossom; favorite book/movie/song?
blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?
breeze; most precious childhood memory?
bright; mermaids or fairies?
bubbles; do you have a best friend?
buttercup; showers or baths?
butterfly; dream destination?
buttons; are you religious or spiritual?
calm; favorite scent?
candlelight; what did you dream about last night?
charming; have you ever been in love?
cozy; eye/hair color?
cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?
cupcake; favorite flower/plant?
cute; what did you get on your last birthday?
cutie pie; most precious item you own?
cutsie; what makes you happy?
daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.
daydream; how do you want to be remembered?
daylight; favorite album of all time?
dear; zodiac sign?
delightful; concerts or museums?
dimples; have you ever written a letter?
dobby; dream job?
doll; how do you like to dress?
dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?
dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?
drizzle; do you believe in aliens?
euphoric; talk about someone you love.
fairy; do you have a pet?
fluffy; ocean or mountain?
forever; where do you feel time stop?
froglet; are you a good plant owner?
garden; how many languages do you know?
gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?
giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?
glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?
glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself
heart; silk or lace?
honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?
hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?
hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?
jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?
jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?
joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?
kinky; do you blush easily?
kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?
kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?
ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?
love; what is your favorite season and why?
lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?
magic; what are five flaws you have?
moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?
munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?
paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?
pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?
precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?
pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?
prince; how would you describe your handwriting?
princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?
prinky; how do you relieve stress?
pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?
rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?
roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?
smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?
shine; art or music?
shimmer; do animals tend to like you?
smitten; do you collect anything?
smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?
snuggle; what is your favourite candy?
snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?
sparkle; do you wear jewelry?
spooky; sunrise or sunset?
sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?
starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?
soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.
soothe; digital or vinyl?
squeezed; who do you miss right now?
sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?
sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?
sweet; do you find it easy to open up?
sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?
thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?
toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?
tootsie; what kind of friend are you?
treasure; what was something that made you smile today?
velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?
whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?
whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?
whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?
wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?
wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?
wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?
requiemdelune asked:
Disney villain aesthetic, lime green, Halloween, the song “music or the misery” by fob, crows, being haunted (except ur lovely haha that’s just the aesthetic vibe I get from u 💫💫 + talent )
This is very nice, actually. Thanks a ton.
I am very interested though, because that’s definitely not stuff I would immeadiately associate with me.
“I feel like a white crayon. No, I don’t. I am a white crayon. Exactly. I am completely and totally a white crayon. I guess I always identified with the white crayon. The thing is, the white crayon just sits in the box. You following me? I mean, I know that all the other colors sit in the same box. Back in grade school, when you bought your school supplies at the beginning of a school year you could be sure that every color would be present. But while you can be sure they’re all there, does it matter that every color is in the box? Does it matter if you have a white crayon? No. The other colors get so much more action. Of course they get more action. Take a color like green. I wish I was green. Green is used in so many pictures, so often. How frequently does a kid use green. Pretty frequently. It gets a lot of action. Red is the same way. You use red for an apple, or a heart, or lips. Purple can be grapes, or flowers, or a sunset. Yellow, blue, brown, black, pink, any color, you name it! People is those colors all the time. A kid uses every crayon in the box. Except white. No one ever picks up the white crayon. It sits in its box, completely sharpened and ready to go, but it’s destined to remain in the stupid box. No one needs it. It has no use. I know, I know, “people use the white crayon sometimes.” But rarely. Rarely. And besides, the white crayon is the crayon no one cares if they break. If they snap it in two, no big deal. It’s not like its necessary for survival. No one needs a white crayon.”
— Common Ground by Brendon Votipka
I’d care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.
Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.
Dm me if you need to vent ❤
‘I’d care’ I read like 15 times as ‘I dont care’ AND WAS SHOOK AF
i’m here if you need someone to talk to 🖤
Hello here if you need someone to talk to 🖤, I’m Dad!
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Fishing Boat
(Here is part one of the minific: https://futureauthor-mabye.tumblr.com/post/171575813732/freckles )
Helen burst through the wooden door as she rushed towards Cassandra. Cassandra laid on the bed with her head wrapped in bandages. As a shaman crushed herbs into a small bowl. As she brought the bowl to Cassandra pale cracked lips. Helen watched as the weak and fragile Cassandra sipped slowly from the bowl and she let out a sigh in relief.
“Oh, thank goodness I thought my best friend was dead” Helen said as she let out a small snort. The room became silent as everyone stared at the awkward twelve year old who shifted awkwardly on her feet.
“What, are you doing here? Didn’t the queen order for no one to visit Ms. Cassandra” The shaman said as she looked Helen up and down.
“Well, the gentle giant over here couldn’t stop me from visiting my best friend,” Helen nodded towards the lanky Sebastian who smiled awkwardly. The shaman let out a sigh and shook her head.
“Well, you can visit your friend tomorrow but tonight your friend needs to rest” the shaman said as she tried to push Helen and Sebastian out the door. Helen grabbed the frame of the door and stopped herself and pushed passed the shaman.
“Well, I’m not leaving but you’re more than welcome to leave” Helen said as she stomped her foot in defiance as Cassandra let out a soft giggle.
“But you’re-”
“As future leader, I order you and Sebastian to leave me and Cassandra alone for the night. I will call if I need your assistance” the shaman sighed and bowed as Sebastian escorted her out of the room. Helen gave a sly smile in satisfaction with herself. She walked over towards the wooden armoire and grabbed the chair that sat next to it and pushed it over to the bed.
“So..um..how’s your head?” Helen said as she began to twidle her thumbs.
“It’s, getting better” Cassandra said as she began to sit upwards adjusting the pillow to rest on her back. They fell silent as their eyes wandered around the room. Helen’s eyes landed on the beige colored curtains that reflected the setting sun on the hardwood floor.
“You know, I’ve never been in this room before…but I think it suits you” Helen said with a reassuring smile that made Cassandra give her a puzzling look.
“What, do you mean?” Cassandra said with confusion in her voice as she watched Helen stand up and walked over to the curtains and snatched them off and began to fold them up. Cassandra watched as her best friend began to place the folded up curtains on top of the wooden dresses.
“This room will be your room, I mean now it’s you’re room since I tore down those ugly curtains” Helen flashed a whimsical smile as she looked at Cassandra who was staring at her in disbelief. Helen’s smile soon faded as she saw her friends discomfort.
“We’ll, I was thinking since..you don’t have a home anymore you could stay with us. Since were practically like family” Helen said in a soft voice as she looked down at the floor and twiddled her thumb. The room fell silent as unspokens words began to fill the air.
“I better head back to my room, it’s getting late and you need your rest” Helen said in a soft and disappointed voice as she headed towards the wooden door.
“Wait! Helen…could you stay with me in for the night?” Helen stopped in her tracks as a small smile began to form on her face. She walked over to the bed as Cassandra scooted over in the queen sized bed and pulled back the covers letting Helen into the bed. Helen climbed into bed as she scooted closer towards Cassandra and pulled her closer to her.
“Do you know you smell like fish?” Helen said as she let out a small laugh. Cassandra pushed Helen softly as she let out a small laugh and wrapped her arms around Helen’s waist. Helen smiled softly as she wrapped her arms around Cassandra. The two laid wrapped up in each other’s arms as their breath became synced up to each other. Helen laced her hands with Cassandra and kissed her pale skin.
“I, Helen of Eris vows to protect you Cassandra of Eirene and see that you are treated as one of the royal family as long as you live under this roof” Cassandra giggled as Helen kissed the bandage that was around Cassandra head. Cassandra let out a soft yawn as she turned over having her back face Helen. Helen pulled Cassandra close and nuzzled herself in Cassandra’s back.
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Let me tell you about one of my high school friends’ old Dungeons and Dragons PCs.
Olaf Olafson was your pretty straightforward Northman Barbarian type. Huge, strong, pale, red-haired and with a tremendous beard. What made Olaf special was the little things.
Despite living in a world with clerical magic, demons, and other powerful alignment-based Outsiders, Olaf was an atheist. This was because his people believed the last world had already ended and the gods went with it (basically post-Ragnarok). All that was left were ‘spirits’. Powerful spirits. Who could grant deific magic. But they weren’t gods, and you didn’t have to worship them- in fact you shouldn’t, because it would just inflate their already swollen egos.
Despite being an enormous, frightening, powerful man with dubious hygeine and a propensity for going literally berserk in combat, Olaf was a gentle fellow in towns and villages, had a deep fondness for small fluffy animals and children, and was a generous tipper.
Olaf liked to drink. Not mead, but wine. He liked to sip it. It made him feel ‘civilized’. He never drank it quickly enough to get drunk. His meals almost invariably consisted of “Wine. Meat. Cheese.” Which was what he would order in literally every tavern. They’d ask him to clarify, what sort of wine? What sort of meat? What sort of- Olaf would raise a hand and repeat, slowly, as if to a fool: “Wine. Meat. Cheese.”
Olaf spoke broken common, more or less Hulk-speak, referred to himself in the third person almost exclusively, all that fun stuff. Then we had a story arc where I sent them up to Olaf’s homeland, where everyone spoke ‘Northman’ or whatever the hell I called it. While up there, he was incredibly fluent. Even poetic. “My brothers! I have returned from the decadent lands of the south, bearing riches and glory, and tales of great deeds!” The other players caught on and talked like a pack of movie Frankensteins, barely able to communicate in the foreign tongue.
For a long time, Olaf was the most financially stable member of the party. Because he bought a tavern in their home-base-town, hired the senior barmaid/waitress lady to be the manager, and funneled the profits back into the business. He kept his adventuring money and his tavern money separate, except when he would sometimes spend adventuring money to expand the tavern.
There’s not a lot to do in 3rd edition with skill ranks when you’re a barbarian, so eventually Olaf sank a point into Healing on a lark. A few sessions later, they captured an important enemy NPC, but he’d lost an arm in the fighting and was about to die. Their cleric had been captured and their NPC paladin wasn’t around, either. There was no magical healing available, and no one else had any ranks in healing. The dude was about to die, and take with him the knowledge of where their friends had been taken. Olaf- with a single rank in Healing I remind you -offered to save his life in exchange for the location, and the guy agreed. Olaf then stuck a sword in the fire, said “Olaf see this once,” and cauterized the wound.
It worked, of course. I didn’t even make him roll. I was too busy trying not to piss myself laughing. “Olaf see this once.” Jesus Christ.
jake this is fucking brilliant and i never noticed this was your post until now!
How can blue and pink be gendered when they go so damn well together?
Please explain like I could not be more confused if I tried
Because heteronormativity
What if someone made a video game and the main character wore pale pink clothing? That would be awesome.
Paint the games pink
yall
frisk has pinkish blue clothes
they got no gender
frisk wins
Lion
The luscious green grass tickled his bare feet as he pressed his body up against the big oak tree. The small four-year-old boy giggled softly as he covered his face with his pale hands.
“Énas..dýo..tría..étoimos í den edó Egó Éla” The small boy shouted out as he uncovered his eyes and walked from behind the big oak tree. The boy began to scan the garden with his eyes as he spotted feet hiding behind a freshly cut bush. The little boy raced over to the bush letting out a joyful laughter.
“Í vréthikan eseís mamá!” The boy shouted in excitement as the brunette hair woman stood up from behind the bush making her long dress cover her feet. The tall woman picked up the small boy lifting him in the air as they both let out a laugh.
“You did find me Ulysses. You were such a good finder,” The mother said in an enthusiastic voice as she brought her son in for a tight hug and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. The mother placed Ulysses on her hip as the sound of servant called out to her.
“Your Majesty, the council meeting is about to start” the short and stout servant said as they stood on the wooden porch. Ulysses’ Mother sat him down onto the grass and gave him a soft smile.
“Okay, we’ll my lígo liontári I will be right back but in the meantime madame Iris will be looking after you.” The mother kissed Ulysses cheek softly and he watched his mother disappear into the castle.
—six years later—
The rain drizzled softly down the window as the somber sound of the piano music played throughout the ballroom. As family and friends dressed in black sat on wicker chairs looking upon the oil painting of a beautiful bride to be. The room was filled with somber faces who wiped the stray tears from their faces. A ten-year old Ulysses stood in front of the weeping crowd holding in his tears as his father placed his hand on his shoulder.
“And now we will finish the burial service in the courtyard” Ulysses father had a deep voice as the somber crowd flooded towards the courtyard. The cold winter rain hit their skin as they watched the ceremonial lighting of the body. The flames flickered throughout the courtyard as the crowd of people slowly disappeared leaving the sobbing Ulysses to watch the burning of his mother’s corpse. Ulysses felt his father hand on his shoulder as he nodded towards the castle.
He followed behind with his head down low as the two walked toward his father’s office room. The office room was filled with old books and scrolls, there were candles that burned on the desk table.
“Have a seat, Ulysses” the lanky Ulysses sat down in a big leather chair and tried to straighten out his dress pants. Ulysses father had browed shoulders and blonde hair with an intimidating resting face. The older man clasped his hands together and leaned forward on the desk as he looked down upon Ulysses making him shift awkwardly in the chair.
“Now, son you are almost twelve years old now. Which means O vasilikós antagonismós
is about to begin and I know with your mother’s passing and you might be feeling distracted. So, I took it upon myself to hire you a private tutor, so you won’t have to train with the other competitors” The King had a wide smile on his face his son slumped his shoulder in sadness.
—two years later—-
The sound of a crowd roaring with applause echoed through the stadium halls as a twelve-year old Ulysses leaned back on the brick wall as his heart pounded through his chest. He could feel his breath tighten as he heard metal swords clashing together down the long hallway. The merry sounds of the audience made his stomach flop with anxiety.
“Here, your sword Ulysses” Ulysses jumped in surprise as his trainer handed him and long metal sword that must have weighed half his size. The trainer gave him a hearty smile as he patted him on the back making him drop his sword. The trainer laughter at the clumsy boy who scrambled to get his sword off the ground.
“Don’t be nervous. You made it this far and besides you and Timon are the only two competitors left” the trainer said trying to reassure the frightened Ulysses who hands shook as he held his sword.
“And now presenting the son of King Vasilios, Ulysses” the trainer gave Ulysses a thumb up as he pushed towards the stadium.
The stadium was filled with people applauding and cheering as they watched Ulysses walk across the worn and tattered fake grass. Ulysses noted the faded white stripes that were painted on the fake grass as he walked towards the middle of the field. Ulysses and Timon stood face to face as the announcer spoke out to the roaring crowd.
“At the sound of the horn you may begin” the announcer said as he walked away from the boys. Ulysses stood there frighten as he looked at Timon who had an intimidating demeanor.
The sound of two horns blowing in the distance startled Ulysses as the crowd cheered in excitement. Timon swung his sword as Ulysses backed away in fear. Timon rushed towards Ulysses with his sword swung high as Ulysses parried his blow by holding his sword vertical.
Ulysses pushed him back knocking him off balance as he froze in shock. Timon regained balance. And swung his sword slicing part of Ulysses shirt sleeve making a small cut on his arm. Ulysses let out a scream in pain as he clutched his arm. Timon charged towards him once more to strike him again as Ulysses frighteningly ran away.
The lanky boy began to run across the field as the crowd booed and hissed at him. Timon chased after him letting out a huffy breath. Ulysses was now backed into the end of the field. Timon swung his sword high to give him a final blow as Ulysses crawled through his legs and kicked Timon down in the process. Timon slammed his face against the concrete wall knocking him out.
“Finish him off!” The crowd cheered as Ulysses shakenly raised his sword and swung closing his eyes in the process as the crowd screamed and cheered in excitement. Ulysses found himself being tugged back to the center of the field as his hand was forcibly raised up.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we not only have our newest prince, but we have just gotten word that King Vasilios has conquered the Eirene Kingdom and that the champion of O vasilikós antagonismós will be the ruler” the crowd whooped and hollered as a shaky smile started to form on Ulysses smile.
—one year later—
The morning sun beamed through the linen curtains hitting the foot of the bed as someone knocked softly on the door. Ulysses let out a grumble as he pulled the covers over his head. The door squeaked open as the sound of feet hitting the wooden floor.
“Good morning, Prince Ulysses it’s time to start another busy day!” The maid said in a cheerful voice that was only met with a disgruntled mumble. The maid began to pull the covers off Ulysses as he gripped the covers turning the morning wake up routine into a tug-a-war. The maid ripped the covers out of Ulysses hands as she let out a huff in satisfaction.
“You have a busy day your Highness, you mustn’t piddle around this morning” Ulysses pouted his lips and crossed his arms.
“But Agnes! I’m tired!” Ulysses let out a whine and huffed earning a scolding look from Agnes. Agnes rolled her eyes and walked over to the cabinet and began to pull out clothes and laid them on the bed.
“Now, Ulysses you are thirteen years old and ruler of this Kingdom now, so you mustn’t act like a child you must act like a future King. So, put on your clothes quickly; you and your father have a council meeting this morning.” Agnes said as she exited the room. Ulysses let out a grumble as he rolled out of bed and began to get dress. Ulysses began to button up the white cotton shirt and slide on the black dyed blazer. Then he walked over and grabbed the small and thin ornate crown that fit him like a halo forming to his blonde hair.
“Hey, squirt are you ready? Or do you need more time to get gussied up?” The taunting voice yelled into the room as Ulysses rolled his eyes. A tall curly haired brunette, fifteen-year-old boy poked his head into Ulysses room. The brunette boy had grin on his face as he looked upon the annoyed face of Ulysses.
“Don’t call me that Leo!” Ulysses barked back as Leo let out a hardy laugh as he pushed open the door. Leo had broad shoulders that poked out through his fitted guard shirt, he had curly hair that flopped around as he laughed loudly.
“We’ll someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning” Leo flashed a charming smile that was met with a glare. Leo pulled him into a headlock and nuzzled his fist into his hair as he let out a playful laugh.
“Cheer up squirt, you have the council meeting today and you wouldn’t want Charis to see you in such a foul mood” Leo teased as Ulysses wiggled his way out of his grip and let out a scoff while he straightened out his hair and crown. This earned a laugh from Leo.
“If you’re done, making an anóitos of yourself we should probably get going” Ulysses said in a deadpan voice as he puffed out his chest and began walking out the door.
The pair began to walk down the long candle lit hallway passing oil paintings of former leaders. The departed commanders painting was painted in dark muted colors with the leaders standing in a stoic posture. The pair came to a tall wooden door that had markings and symbols written across it from the previous owners of the castle. Ulysses knocked softly on the door as the door creaked open and a hooded man poked his head out.
“Passwords” the hooded man spoke.
“Éros eínai ο fýlakas tou fotós” the hooded man nodded at the response and slowly opened the door. The meeting room was dimly lit the only light source was coming from the candles that were scattered across the floor. The leaders of the Eros and Eirene villages gathered around the round wooden table. Ulysses made a beeline towards an auburn-haired girl who sat at the end of the table. She greeted him with a warm smile that made is stomach flutter.
“Good morning Charis, you’re looking radiant as ever” Ulysses said in a sultry voice as he gave a sly smile that was met with an eyebrow raised by Charis. Charis was shapely built girl with auburn hair that was braided into two ponytails. Her face was covered in freckles that were a tannish color that brought attention to emerald green eyes. Charis was dressed in a dark colored jean with a light blue tank top and an old jacket that had different colored cloth patches sewn into it.
“We’ll someone is in a chipper mood” Charis let out a small laugh as Ulysses looked at her fondly.
“What? Can’t I be in a happy mood” Ulysses gave a smile as Charis looked at him suspiciously.
“Yes, you can, it’s just weird to see you so perky. I guess I’m just used to you being a grumpy lígo skatá” Ulysses smile faded at this comment as Charis gave a teasing smile that made Ulysses roll his eyes. Charis chuckled softly to herself at Ulysses reaction as the sound of a gavel hitting the table echoed through the room.
“We will now call this meeting to order” Vasilio voice boomed through the room as the room fell silent. Ulysses rested his elbows on the table and placed his face in his hands and let out a bored sigh. He looked over at Charis who had a bored expression on her face and began to lean back into his chair. Ulysses sat there listening to the old men with grey beards ramble on and on about tedious things. He sighed as he looked over at Charis who has a bored expression on her face.
“Bored?” Charis startled Ulysses as she caught him staring at her face. A faint blush spread across his pale cheeks in embarrassment as he nodded his head. Cherish laughed softly and shrugged her shoulders as she turned her attention back to the tedious meeting. A few moments later Ulysses nudged Cherish on the arm.
“I’ve got an idea” Charis gave a confused look as Ulysses stood up and slammed his hands on the table.
“Patéras, can you explain to me the history of the Eros Kingdom” the sound of groaning rang through the room as council members rolled their eyes and let out a sigh. Ulysses gave an impish smile as King Vasilios smiled charmingly.
“We’ll, Ulysses I don’t think right now is a good time for a history lesson” the council members let out a sigh of relief.
“But, Patéras how will I be able to rule over a future Eros Kingdom if I can’t remember its past?” King Vasilios let out a sigh and nodded his head in agreement.
“We’ll, Ulysses the Eros Kingdom was founded in the year 300..” The council members let out another groan as King Vasilios rambled on. Ulysses grabbed Charis hand as the pair slipped out of the council meeting. The two laughed as they raced down the wooden floor hallway with their hands laced together.
Charis was lead to the luxurious garden that was overflowing with vivid colored flowers that were blossoming at the stem. She could feel her arm being tugged on as she looked upon the garden in bewilderment. Ulysses pulled her towards the old and wooden picnic table that was set up under the blossoming tree. It was flooded with assorted cakes, cookies and fancy but chipped china that managed to survive over the years. Charis face soon dropped as she noticed she was heading towards the fancy picnic table.
Ulysses had a pleased smile on his face as the servant poured iced tea into their chipped china cups. He shifted awkwardly on the wooden bench as he looked upon Charis disapproving face. Ulysses smiled awkwardly as he brought a cookie to his mouth not breaking his eye contact with Charis.
“Mm..Delicious you should try the cookies their fresh” Ulysses said as Charis pushed her plate to the side and turned up her face in disgust.
“If I wanted to have an awkward párty tsagioú I would have stayed in the council meeting” Charis voice was filled with sarcasm as she crossed her arms and let out a huff.
“Then what would you like to do?” Charis gave a wide smile as she stood up from the wooden bench and began to walk away from the picnic table waving over Ulysses to follow behind.
Ulysses followed Charis into the deep thicket forest. The forest overflowed with various trees and plants that intertwined with one another. The trees bright leaves fluttered in the autumn air as the wind blew the trees to and fro. Ulysses stumbled over fallen trees as he tried to keep up with Charis. He let out little groans and moans as he followed behind her jumping every so often as he heard the noise of the environment around him.
“You’re as jumpy as a tamed spitógata” Charis let out a laugh as she stood on a fallen over tree that was covered in moss and fungi. Ulysses bawled up his small hands into a fist and pouted his face as he stomped his foot on the ground letting out a “yuck” as he noticed he stepped in mud.
“I’m not a spitógata. It’s just…it’s very dirty out here and I wouldn’t want you to..um..hurt yourself” Ulysses said lying through his teeth. Charis rolled her eyes and let out a laugh as she jumped down onto the other side of the tree.
“You’re such a prostatevméno paidí” Charis teased as she began to walk away.
“I am not a prostatevméno paidí” Ulysses protested as he began to climb over the tree. He began to chase after the giggling Charis who began to weave in and out of the trees.
As the two laughed and giggled throughout the forest the sound of a low purr caught Charis attention. Charis froze as Ulysses ran into her she put her fingers to her lips as a signal to be quiet. The low purring began to grow louder as the two stood still facing a large pile of eroded rocks. The sound of a loud roar echoed through their ears as a large tan cat with fur around its head bared its sharp teeth at the pair.
“L.. L.. L.. Liontári” Ulysses sputtered out as Charis began to extend her arm out shielding Ulysses as she began to back up slowly. Ulysses could feel his heart beating through his chest as they backed slowly away not breaking eye contact with the lion. The lion let out another roar as it began to climb down from the mountains of rocks.
“We run on my count” Ulysses nodded as he felt his legs become wobbly.
“Énas..dýo..tría..run!” Charis shouted as the two bolted towards the thick forest. As the pair raced through the forest they could hear the lion’s paws hitting the ground. Charis spotted a small cave and grabbed Ulysses hand and pulled him towards the cave.
The cave was blocked by a boulder that left a small opening that they could squeeze through. As Ulysses began to squeeze himself past the boulder he heard the loud sound of a roar. Ulysses broke through into the damp cave as he grabbed Charis hand trying to pull her through as she let out a scream in pain.
“The liontári got my leg!” Charis wailed in pain as Ulysses tugged to break her free. With one last tug the two fell into each other as the lion’s paw tried to squeeze through the crack. Ulysses began to push the boulder further into the lion’s paw making it let out a whimper in pain. The lion slid its paw from the crack and let out a loud roar.
“There, the liontári can’t get in now but unfortunately we can’t get out” Ulysses smiled at Charis who gave a weak smile as the scratch on her leg bleed. Ulysses took of his jacket blazer and his button up shirt ripping it in half and wrapped Charis leg bandaging the wound. He picked her up and carried her to the rock wall of the cave and wrapped his blazer around her shoulders. He sat down next to her and gave her a reassuring smile.
“Thanks for an awesome day” Charis kissed his cheek as she rested her head on his shoulder.
—three years later—
The storm clouds engulfed the blue sky as acid rain fell to the ground as soldiers rushed towards make shifted sheltered huts. The tarp shielded them from the burning rain as injured soldiers laid long cots coughing up flem and blood. The sixteen-year-old Ulysses burst into the medical tent and rushed over to the severely injured Charis. Charis laid still on the cot as the Shaman wrapped up her bleeding chest as Ulysses felt tears begin to form.
“Will she..heal?” Ulysses said as he cleared his throat from sounding horse. The Shaman looked down and gave him a somber look as she finished bandaging her. Charis began to let out a loud cough throwing up blood in the process.
“Hey, lígo skatá” she said in a playful tone with a weak smile on her face. Ulysses could feel his tears threatening to spill as he tried holding them back. He took his hand into her pale and almost lifeless hand and kissed the top of it as he gave her a reassuring smile. This made Charis let out a little laugh as he scrunched up his face in confusion.
“You had that same look on your face when we got trapped by that liontári” She let out a chuckle that turned into a blood-filled cough.
“Boy, were you scared I don’t think I’ve ever seen you run that fast” She let out another laugh as her face drop and let out a small sigh.
“You know we made a good team” Ulysses shook his head.
“We still do and once the rain lets up and we get you out of here we will go on many more adventures!” The words that came out of Ulysses mouth almost sounded like a desperate plea.
“Ulysses, I know I’m not going to make” Ulysses shook his head once again as he let out a sniffle.
“So, I want you to know that I..I..se agapo” Charis said as tears fell down her face and her pulse began to fade. Ulysses pulled Charis lifeless body close to his chest and began to rock back and forth.
“Wake up! Wake up! se agapo! se agapo!” Ulysses shouted as soldiers pulled him and Charis apart.
—Two years later–
The bright afternoon sun shined down on the palace balcony as the villagers cheered and applauded. The eighteen-year-old Ulysses walked onto the balcony as the crowded cheered. He was dressed in a suit and tie with his fur coat draped onto his shoulders. The sounds of trumpets could be heard as the lead council member carried out the royal crown.
“Ulysses Montgomery Elias, Son of Vasilios Jared Elias and Artemis Marie Elias the time has come for you to take the royal of sole leader of the two Eros Kingdoms” The council member said as Ulysses bowed letting the council member place the crown on his head.
“I now pronounce you King of the Eros Kingdom” the crowd erupted in cheers as Ulysses looked upon their smiling faces and feeling this new sense of pride bubble in his stomach.
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