I’m taking a break if you hadn’t figured that out already.

I’ve got things going on right now that make it improbable to RP.

Sincerely

Me

deathandxdestruction:

“I’m fine. What do you want?”

“You came to my Hall, nephew. I believe that is supposed to be my question to you.”

(Source: adarkkingslament)

brontios:

   A huff of air escaped his lips; it was an attempt to control his anger. Throughout his life his temper had always gotten the better of him— His anger like a storm though. Calm at first, yet when it surfaced it was unstoppable and uncontrollable. 

   Turning and strutting back toward his older brother, he stopped and stood as far away as he could. With a sneer, he said, “very well, brother. But if civility is what you want, then you are asking a high price, considering I am dealing with your mess while you sit here awaiting your queen’s arrival home. Boo hoo— save me the sob story. She’ll return shortly. Now let. Me. Leave.”

“Are your seasons jumbled? My wife is at home, waiting for me while I deal with your petulance. What harm have the dead been causing?” he took in the tempest building behind his brother’s eyes. He couldn’t help but view it with humor, his little brother had always had temperament issues.

“I’ll let you leave when you can act civil, do clean the clouds from your ears. Say one borderline nice thing to me and I’ll let the doors swing wide open.”

(Source: adarkkingslament)

xthexmaidenx:

 

The force with which she was pulled onto him was tremendous and she should have known. Yet for some reason she hadn’t guessed at his strength. It was not totally unwelcome but it was something she wasn’t used to in the slightest. Suddenly his tongue was in her mouth and her senses were being filled with him. Only him. 

This didn’t feel like any kiss she had ever experienced before. This felt like something totally different. Tinged in the guise of sweet kisses but darker- more lasting. Fate. Before she knew what was happening little tears were rolling down her cheeks and she didn’t know why. There was such beauty in darkness and she wanted all of it. 

Yet on some level she understood that once you leave home you can never really go back. He pulled away, his hand still on her back which steadied her and she was grateful. “Hades- I-” Persephone was sure that he would see this as his own doing, that he was too hasty with her. How did she know? 

Perhaps by the same instinct that told her that once this door opened, it could never be closed. “Be careful with me” and off his lap she goes. Her hands move to his though, once she had sat down. The tree’s, the shrubs, had created a densely lined wood for them now. Nothing could look in at them and only the birds were heard. 

Persephone wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking him to do but she knew she wanted it. What was about to happen was history. Slender, fragile fingers curl around his shirt and pull gently towards her. Hopefully that would be indication enough of what she wanted. 

For a moment he could do nothing more than stare in confusion at the tears on her cheeks. He had tasted them on her lips but hadn’t truly thought it was something he wasn’t imagining them.Brushing his thumb across the tear that still glistened on her cheek he felt a small smile curl his lips.Following the tug on his shirt, he unfolded his legs and and moved over her, his hands resting on the ground near her shoulders.

“Careful?” his voice was low, leaning down to brush his lips over hers, he continued down over her jaw to kiss her pulse. “Are you even sure what you’re asking me?”

His fingers curled in the grass, breaking the blades and filling the air with their fresh scent. Of all things he’d expected to have happen in the Fields of Elysium this hadn’t been close to it. He’d thought to find himself standing on the edges of some revelry, a dark shadow that was cast a chill over the party. Instead he was here, in a bower of her making, the taste of spring on his tongue. Hesitantly lifted a hand, sliding it down her hand to settle on her hip.

“How careful are you asking me to be?” he whispered into her ear, hand sliding beneath her to lift her hips upward. Glad for the fact he’d rested on his knees by her side, he didn’t think his racing heart could take being pressed so close to her intimately without some kind of explanation. Without her saying plainly what she wanted from him, because at the moment all he could think about was claiming her, taking her as his own. “I suggest you set your boundaries now.”

xthexmaidenx:

When her eyes closed to his touch, everything seemed to stop. The tree’s no longer swayed. The birds did not dare chirp. Quiet ensued. It seemed like all of nature was letting her soak in the totality of this feeling. How good it felt to have his skin brush against hers, even in the slightest of motions. When she exhaled so the workings of the wood started up again in a cacophony of sound. 

With her eyes still closed the Goddess leans in a little more but does not yet touch his lips against hers. She would savor this. She would relish each kiss and remember it forever. Gently, Persephone’s thickly lashed eyes flutter open and alight upon his lips first. Her own mouth curls up at the corners when she notices the way he bites his lip. 

The God of the Dead? Nervous? That was a habit of nerves was it not? “Do not fret” her words were soothing as her eyes moved back to his lips, head tilting curiously. Whimpering just a little, more a rush of air that happened to have a tone- or the soft whispering of wind through trees- she leans forward once more and plants her lips to his. This time she did scoot closer until her body was very nearly in his lap. 

But it was too crass a thing, to bold a move, to do something like that would be practically sealing a deal of marriage. Practically. Though, if she was urged….

“I’m not fretting.” a quiet huff of air, a self depreciating laugh. He wasn’t sure how to explain it, maybe she was even right to call it such. Didn’t he have every right to assume that she would change her tone the moment they left the Fields? She’d been so venomous before, the stubborn lilt of her chin though admirable, still left him wary. All thoughts of caution flew from his mind at the press of her lips.

It took a supreme act of will not to roll her to her back and press against her, instead using the hand on her back he dragged her onto his lap. Considering the choices he had it seemed to be the lesser of two evils. So it had seemed to his hazed mind, he was now considering the action that of a lunatic. Every sense was centered on her, his mouth lowering to hers again, tongue begging entrance into her mouth. Arms wrapping around her waist to hold her, holding her tightly against him as his fingers pressed.

The taste of her was sweeter than wine, her scent was springtime in an endless winter. He felt a possessive growl rumble in his chest, his teeth nipping sharply at her lower lip. A whispered apology, a lathe along the injured flesh, pulling back with lowered eyes. His breathing was harsh as he tried to word together an attempted apology.

“When I had said- I never actually meant for you to-” he stopped, though his hands slid along her back, not able to bring himself to stop touching her skin.

(Source: adarkkingslament)

madnessdivine:

The presence was one she’d known for thousands of years but the Priestess in her held firm, though fear crawled up her spine. Dipping a curtsy, Cassandra averted her gaze and spoke softly. “The Dark King has not come to take her back, has he? The Sparrow still wishes to fly with the living. Here she may serve.”

“No, little on, I haven’t. I simply came to see how you were faring.” his voice was low. Soon she would have to return, it did no good having the dead mingle with the living. “What have you been up to, Cassandra? Not the same old tricks, one would hope.”

thegodofsleep:

adarkkingslamentstarted following you

And what can I help you with today, my lord?

I don’t require anything at the moment, simply stopping by. I’ve found myself with an itch to wander recently is all.

xthexmaidenx:

She was shivering. Her body, trembling against his but it wasn’t from lack of warmth. There was plenty around her now to keep her blood from freezing over. And she would never forget his lips against hers or the gentle pull of his hand on her back. He wanted her close, did he not? What other reason for the movement was there. 

While their lips melted together birds sang in the trees. Enchanted as it was Elysium too bowed to her whims. Such whims she had no knowledge of! The grass around them thickened with poppies while the tree’s bowed as though to watch their motions and keep them hidden at the same time. As the wind whistled through her maple hair it seemed to sing. 

It was impossible for her skin to turn any milkier or her eyes to brighten more than they already were. Already she was like a star drawn to Earth. Instead of longing to be hung back in the heavens, she wanted nothing more than to stay here with him. “Hades” for she did not want him to stop “If this is ‘companion’ then let me play the part for I want nothing but the company of your arms and the man they belong to.” What willful words for a former captive. “Please- may I kiss you again?” 

Her words drew him back, four simple syllables that dragged him back to his senses. He had asked her to be his companion, maybe even his Queen, but he hadn’t expected her to-

“Again?” his voice was hollow with surprise, his lips curling uncertainly as he stared down at her. He nodded slowly, the movement as unsure as the look in his eyes. It was one thing to capture someone, it was another entirely when they turned the tables. He felt like he was drowning in her, their surroundings were lost on him. He couldn’t see the fauna and the way it bloomed around them in bright splashes of crimson and verdant. Didn’t hear the creaking of the trees as the bent beneath an unseen hand to be closer to them.

All he could see was the slick, kiss swollen lips that begged for another kiss, the spring skies in her eyes that he was swiftly falling into with no chance for recovery. His thumb dipped inside the fabric that hung low on her back, brushed along the skin there as he tried to regain some semblance of his usual staid composure. The effort was in vain, his heart was pounding far too hard in his chest for him to slow it down, and he couldn’t seem to stop toying with his lower lip in an effort to garner one more taste of her.

(Source: adarkkingslament)

brontios:

   ”I’ll be leaving, actually.” Turning on his heel he started to storm out of the dark throne room. A storm had erupted on earth; likely due to his temper. Before leaving he turned his head to the side and called behind him, “wrangle up your dead or I WILL.” His voice reverberated off of the walls, making the palace shake just a bit. 

   ”I will never return to this dreaded place,” he murmured to himself.

“Do not think to tell me how to do my job, when your own is spent in whoring yourself out. How many bastards do you have now, Zeus? Have you lost track yet?” lifting a hand from his throne, the twisted the wrist sharply, the doors to the Hall slamming in Zeus’ face. “The only thing to be dreaded here is your querulous company. Be civil and you can leave without new bruises to be tended.” 

(Source: adarkkingslament)