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“Have you heard?” “No what is it?” “The king is coming here! Our lord is going to be entertaining the King and Queen!” Thomas watched, in a slight daze as the maids scurried down the hallway. The entire manor was in an uproar. Lord Fargus, one of the Iron King’s vassals was in a complete tizzy, shouting orders at everyone he passed.
His high pitched voice and snooty accent punctuated each word, his voice shacking with his nerves. Thomas could hear the small round man from three halls down. “I want the finest plates and tableware in the dining room now! Make sure these floors are spotless! Thomas!” Oh no. He’d been spotted. “Thomas, my boy! There you are! I’m going to be calling upon you to entertain for dinner! I expect you in top form!”
The jester of course knew exactly how to answer. “You’ve nothing to fear tonight, my lord. I’ve got tricks by the bundle and jokes by the hoard! Haha!” He struck a pose and grinned with confidence to his Lord Fargus. Fargus was an odd and silly man. But kind and intelligent. Thomas wouldn’t let him down.
A few miles away, the Iron King rode center a large company of knights, atop a great ashen warhorse fitted in black iron armor. The man towered above all others, his standard flying high as they made their way to the small town, descending from his mountain keep. Behind him rode his faithful Sir Alonne, accompanying an extravagant carriage carrying his Queen. King Charon was oddly silent. This visit a formality he would have rather avoided. But a King must be seen by his subjects, so he suffered the inconvenience.
She wore an impractical gown that pinched at the pit of her arm and snagged against her stockings when she moved too quickly—but, she had quickly learned to live with the discomfort. Her Lord father had always said, the more disagreeable the dress, the less chance that she might flee. As a rambunctious youth that might have been a worry, but she’d given up on any misgivings or urges to take to the wind.
In truth, she felt sanctimonious in the confines of her sleek attire, ever ready to be more beautiful, even at the costs of her propriety. Mytha outwardly blamed her bad temper on the ill fittings of her beautiful dress, rather than the true culprit; the fact that she had been wearing her stunning gown for going on 9 hours and her good Lord King had yet to take a single moments notice.
The once she caught his eyes stray to her it was but a moment, and she realized quickly after that he was staring beyond her and into the void. It was as they stopped to water the horses and she was allowed to stretch her legs outside of her bejeweled carriage.
She thought it was a shame to be so horribly beautiful and yet so terribly invisible.
More than a shame, a direct mockery.
As they enter unto the halls of yet another benefactor, someone to lick the boots of her good Lord King (as they should she figured, and they should lick hers as well though no one ever did it until she resentfully threatened someones life), she was quietly fuming. Only Sir Alonne seemed to heed her dark eyes, stiff posture and teeth grinding back reproach at anyone who dare look her way.
She wasn’t in the right mood for a party, not for entertaining any groveling coin purse, even if it would gather more funds for her Lord King, which he liked to inform her (only while alone, in the deepest dark of their bed chamber when he didn’t have to look at her or risk hearty interactions) was very imperative to his rule.
Still, despite her rancid mood, she peered around the castle, thankful at least, that it was not sweltering hot and yet, painfully cold and hard all at once, like her Kingdom Alonne was.
Tagged by: @jesterthcmas
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the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched. very large fish.
Tagging: @wanderer-among-undead, @incendia-orbis, @hailtothekcng, @peculiarantithesis
💀 …someone my muse would kill for. [meme]
Her love, the Iron King of course.
👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.
Honestly practically everyone… she’s very fragile. If gazes tend to linger on that person longer than they linger on her she will become very quickly bothered by their presence. This is amplified when her Lord King is in her presence.
👫 …someone who has a crush on my muse.
I M E A N … … @jesterthcmas ? ? ? ? ? I WONDER WHO…..????? (certainly not her faithful jester?????)
BOLD ANY WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.
italicize WHAT THEY LIKE.
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fire. ice. water. air. earth. claws. talons. fangs. wings. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. lace. silks. leather. cotton. magic. sun. moon. stars. space. blood. dirt. mud. silver. steel. sugar. salt. lavender. glass. wood. papers. wool. furs. smoke. ash. oceans. bruises. scars. winds. spices. light. dark. paint. charcoals. wine. hard liquors. sweat. dust. bare feet. canines. felines. coffee. tea. books. scratches. petals. horns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candles. swords. daggers. staffs. arrows. hammers. shields. thorns. crowns. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. herbs. poison. waves. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. snakes. lions. horses.ravens. wolves. owls.
Tagged by: @jesterthcmas
Tagging: @wanderer-among-undead, @huntersblackbow, @incendia-orbis, @hailtothekcng, @peculiarantithesis & anyone else~!
🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past. [meme]
Who has she not harmed in one way or another? Herself, her family, those in her court, her servants, those who respected her once, especially those who never did. She takes joy in peoples groveling. However I do believe that when she was a human, once upon a time, she had her reserves where certain people were concerned. If there were ever people she loved once, and I’m certain there were, I expect she hurt them often, unintentionally.
Most explicitly, @jsterthomas. Her courtly Jester who loved her so, I’m most certain she hurt him often. With her carelessness, loving someone else and even herself most importantly, before him who loved her so. She’s aware that she hurt him, at least, she was once upon a time.
💕 …someone my muse loves [meme]
It is not so much that Mytha loves one single person (other than herself that is)— she does not consider love valuable use of her time. She’s in love with power, beauty, imoralization of ideals, ones self, money, respect. She loves having control over someone, she loves respect and adoration of herself. She’s only truly in love with herself.
Send me a symbol and I’ll tell you about…
🌟 …someone my muse trusts.
💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart.
💕 …someone my muse loves.
😒 …someone my muse hates.
🔥…someone my muse would die for.
💀 …someone my muse would kill for.
👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend.
💘 …someone my muse has a crush on.
🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past.
👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust.
💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires.
👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore.😉…someone my muse has had sex with.
💋 …someone my muse used to date.
😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh.
👪 …someone in my muse’s family.
👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.
👊 …someone who hates my muse.
👫 …someone who has a crush on my muse.
👌 …someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget.
🍓…someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet.
👰 …someone my muse would consider marrying.
As if on queue, light-hearted whistling echoed through the corridors and into the room until it became full on singing. “I knoooooow, without a DOUBT, HEY! My heart will lead me there sooooon! HA HA!” Thomas’ voice was as free as a bird in this underwater prison. If madness was taking hold of Rapture, then he had already embraced insanity. The fall of the city did nothing to dampen his spirits.
As he entered the back area of Olympus Heights, he cleared his throat and announced himself. “Returning from his survey of the land, the jester has returned as planned!” Continuing in he skipped his way into the sickly green lit room and bowed low at his waist. “I’m so sorry I’m late, my Queen. My you look so lovely in green! I was cleaning up some trash outside and burning up some thieving hide. But now I’ve returned so no need to fret. Your jester is loyal, on that you can bet!”
Just as the beginnings of a splitting headache were appearing inside of her soft skull, he appeared. Looking rather out of place as always in her disheveled haven. Here among the soggy books, rippling green and blue glow, tipped desks and broken record players, her mad jester looked particularly striking. A reddish and brownish texture, smudged across the cool colored backdrop.
She wondered—- could he hear her thoughts?
Were they so plain and loud in her head that he
could sense them and knew just when he was
growing impatient?
She wondered many things about that funny man.
His music was sharp and hallow like the ding of a bell.
It caused her head to ache only more, but she pressed her sharp fingers against her temples to quiet the ache. “You certainly took your time.” She hissed gently, but the normally lethal bite she turned on intruders was sparse when speaking to him.
She slithered across the room to stand before him, propping herself against the one desk that hadn’t been displaced in the entire room. “Good.” She had nothing more to say, his job was clear and she knew he would do it well until the end.
The only one she would place her trust in. “Will you ever stop that rhyming?” Her words were low, eyebrows high. A gentle tease edged across her voice until it was a rasp.
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