How Would Myth React To Being In A Love And Having A Love Rival.
How would myth react to being in a love and having a love rival.
Well, here is what I came up with.
Was kind of tricky to work out and hope it isn’t too far fetched.
He ran intoher by accident. Even a year after her disappearance there were stillpossessions of his queen in the palace he had hidden away and sneaked into moresecure hiding places whenever he had the chance.
Like in thisnight, when he was moving the stash of magical books to somewhere else.
The librarywas dark when he had retrieved the first books and it was still dark when hecame back for more, dawn just dusting the horizon.
But now therewas someone else in the library as well. Stepping back into the darkest shadowshe slipped to the stash, made sure it was safely hidden and then went toinvestigate.
It was ayoung woman, not older than himself, taking books from the shelves and puttingthem onto a cart. Myth didn’t know her. The rebellion of the traitor had gottensome personal replaced due to ‘questionable actions’ under the reign of thequeen.
It was thesame reason why the former advisor had been let go, allowing him to slip intothe court.
It seemedthis woman was new as well.
Auburn hairframed a light skinned face with dark eyes. From the clothes she was wearingshe was either higher middle-class or lower high-class. Well, this wasn’t hisproblem. He barely interacted with the staff at all in anyway.
Myth saw heragain, when he was forced to consult the royal library for a dictionary to better translate a contract he was tryingto make sense off.
She waschattering with a maid, passing by the shelf he was looking over and -when helooked over to identify the noise makers- she gave him a cheerful wave. Forcinghimself to stay in character of his new personality, he nodded back and thenscratched that meeting from his mind.
Then he runinto her for real.
For somereason the king was permanently shoving more work his way. On one hand, it wasa clear sign of being trusted. On the other hand, the man was most likelysimply trying to get out of tiresome and boring paperwork, now that his queenwasn’t terrifying people into respecting contracts anymore.
Myth roundedthe corner of a hallway and smashed into someone, paperwork sent flying.
They wereboth apologetic about the meeting, she embarrassed and he just done with theday, both collecting their own work which had scattered over the hallway andgoing their way.
An hour laterhe needed to hunt her down, because he was missing some sheets.
Her name, itturned out, was Elena. She had lived outside the capital in a town not far awayuntil the Great War ended and she had come to the capital looking for work,getting hired as a library.
She wascheerful, open and always up for making new friends. And she seemed to deemevery new person she talked to a friend.
Him included.
After thepaperwork incident -and yes, she did hold onto the sheets, because she didn’tknow if she could simply hand them off to another servant, proving the abilityof thinking sensible thoughts- she seemed set greet him every time they crossedways.
In thehallways, when she passed by his office, when he was forced to look somethingup in the library, it didn’t seem to matter to her.
The onlyreason why Myth didn’t leash out on her, was her ability to see when she wasinterrupting something and letting it be, leaving him alone to work through it.It was… kind of nice.
It took a fewmonths before he got a better grip on what she was like. How she was a bit shyaround strangers with no one around she knew and always willing to approach newpeople as long as she had a friend around. She didn’t like people mistreatingbooks -even had a slight temper there- and loved reading.
Myth foundhimself even slightly enjoying her company, it was way less offending than thetraitor had ever been, if only because she could stay quiet.
It took sometime for Myth admit to himself that he enjoyed Elena’s company. She was-everything considered- way less complicated than most women he had been forcedto interact with.
He likedbeing around her. He could make comments about books she understood, even makea bit of fun about how ridiculous some of the poetry books were, with theirperception of love and how it made everything just better and how marryingsolved every problem.
Then he foundhimself looking at books he had read some time ago and wondered if she wouldlike them. Was it something she may have read already? Something she would findinteresting? Or something she would put aside as boring?
Why did heeven care? His focus should be somewhere else completely, on securing andstabilizing the kingdom, so his queen would have everything she needed upon herreturn.
Why did hecare?
He… couldn’tanswer it.
Myth foundhimself thinking more about that question while living his days in hisdisguise. And then decided to just let it go.
He was workingon keeping the kingdom secured and he needed to wait a few more years for hisqueen to be released anyway.
As it was, heentered the library and found Elena joking with a young man.
She quicklyintroduced them. He was a young noble, visiting the castle and introducedhimself as Richard, complimenting him on achieving the position he had at hisage. Myth kept the conversation light and curious about the reasons about theman’s visit.
Richard was,as it turned out, visiting on behalf of his family, and had asked and receivedthe allowance to use the royal library for it.
Myth let itgot and went his way.
For somereason it bothered him that Richard was there, spending time with Elena.
And for somereason it bothered him that she was looking at him like- …like what?
When histhoughts caught up with him, Myth stilled. Why did he care that these two werespending time together? It was, all things considered, none of his business. Hehad way to much work to do anyway to play babysitter for two adults.
So why did itkeep bothering him?
He keptpondering that thought, trying to sort out his own mind.
The firstthing he really noted was, that he felt unnaturally happy and relaxed aroundher.
The nextthing was that -for some reason- he really liked her smiling at him.
And the lastfact was that for some reason he really couldn’t stand that man.
What the hellwas wrong with his mind? He would need to ponder that more…
Days blurredinto weeks and Myth found himself… strangely stressed.
He visitedthe library on occasion, always finding them in either blissful silence (hestayed a bit if that was the case) or in animated discussion (he left).
In a way hefelt… angry. He wasn’t sure at what. Like someone had intruded on somethingthat was his. Which wasridiculous. He had no reason to claim ownership to anything of the library.
Days passed,his mood riding and falling, him grumbling under his breath and the kinghearing and commenting -sounding way too amused- if he was jealous.
The commentmade something inside him freeze.
He thoughtabout it, when he was alone.
Was hejealous? He disliked Richard, disliked how he spent his time with Elena,disliked how she looked at the man, but not him-!
…was he…attached? Did he… like her?
More timepassed and Myth pondered this new revelation, remembering how comfortable hefelt around her.
…maybe heshould… do something about it?
The smallgifts were easy enough to come by.
Nothing too expensive,no reason to get intrusive or pushy. Richard did not seem to appreciate the newattention on Elena, glaring at him when she wasn’t looking.
He justraised a brow at the man, daring him to make a scene.
It still wentdownhill in the end.
He didpretend to be someone else, after all.
It was aninnocent enough conversation up to the point where fairytales came up.
There wereinterpretations thrown around, obscure ones retold (there were no books aboutthem in the library) and at some point it went to the source of this gap.
“I heard thequeen burned the books. As if it would erase everything,” Elena sighted,putting a book away, “I mean, just burning a few books doesn’t erase thecontent. There are more copies after all.”
“What do youmean with erase everything?” Myth asked, morbidly curious.
“What witchesdid. I mean, the fairytales tell you all what happened and so many of them areso gruesome!” the young woman shuddered, “I mean, these things must have beenreally bad to get written down. I’m sure you could add a few recent ones fromthe war as well!”
“We couldcall it ‘Rise of the Fairies’!” Richard added laughing, “What do you think,Mythros?”
“I rememberthat there were a few witches as well in the uprising,” he said after a shortbout of silence, fighting down seething rage and boiling blood.
“Sure! Andthe witch queen and the fairy leader were friends once! Would give it quite thedramatic spin!” she laughed, “But then it would just be a story!”
It isn’t justa are story. The tales are just a story! There is nothing true about them-!
Myth feltsomething squirming inside him, heart hammering, he forced his body to relax.
“Have fundiscussing it,” he said, voice neutral, “I have paperwork to get through.”
Later in theday, in the privacy of his own home he raged.
It was thefollowing day that he passed the painting of his queen.
He stopped and turned to the portrait.
The queen was looking down on him, eyes cold,unyielding and judging.
What had he been thinking anyway? Itwasn’t like he had time to waste on something like that. He had way more important things to get done.
ScratchingElena from his mind, he turned away from the canvas and went his way. Shouldthe two, naive idiots have each other.
His loyalty was to the queen and no one else. No oneelse was important. No one else mattered.
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108 - Moonlight
The moonlight remembered Myth of the Crystallum temporarily under his care. It was silverfish white, not blinding and -like the Crystallum at the moment- only shining in the dark.
And just like the moon was mirrored by the sun with its warm golden light, the Tenebrarum was mirrored by the Lucis, radiating warmth were the witch crystal was always emitting cold.
Myth could still remember the fight between the bearers back then (an occasion where he hadn’t tried his luck and got away to a safe distance to not become collateral damage), as both temperatures had dipped into the uncomfortable to deadly extreme and clashed, the golden glow almost racing after him, as he had lunged around a corner.
It had been a good decision, for he had needed to get his queen to safety soon after.
This whole incident was also the reason why he preferred the moonlight over the sunlight. It was much easier to enjoy the light with the colour that hadn’t almost burned him out of his life back then. Even if the other party thought so.
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As of October the 23rd it has 9 chapters and roughly 44k words.
Lucette is the MC and the story is mostly from her point of view. Whoever wants can go and take a look.^^ (And leave a review, if they want to. I love feedback.)
no. 70 (wanton) and make it sexy ;)
Alright, my first try on a NSFW work.I hope it doesn’t disapoint.(and was surprisngly difficult to figure out.I am open for complains and critics.)
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070 -Wanton
Most of thetime Myth restrained himself. His mission was important, going above every privateneed and needed his uttermost attention. There was no time to build up andharvest a relationship and to enjoy the fruits of it.
Andeverything was much more uncomplicated, if it got bought down to a simplebusiness deal.
There werealways some women in a big city -and this was the capital! -that were makingtheir money by offering specific services.
And usingthese services tended to be also much easier, if he got tired of a specific woman.Or wanted more than one. And every single one had areas they exceeded in, to becalled on depending on what was wanted. And the tendency to always pay for servicesrendered gave him a good reputation among these girls.
Christinewas for quick meetings, slipping in and out of buildings and to offer her warmbody and soft lips in the short breaks between lunch and starting up with workagain.
Alessa wasperfect for longer meetings with long, wavy black hair and deep blue eyes,moaning shamelessly under him in the bed of his private room in the palace (whichwas the only bedroom he had ever invited a woman into for safety reasons) whileshielded of by a silencing spell.
Catherinewas someone who was visited instead of called. With Auburn hair and dark brown eyes,she tended to add massages to the service for the right price and loyalcustomers after the deed was done.
And then therewere always the odd ones in between, he didn't bother remembering, with hot skinpressed against him, teeth nipping his skin and sweet pleasure and the grantedrelief from buildup stress. And generally, both parties tended to part satisfied.And how many he was calling on exactly… well, that was alone his own business.
myth and alcaster drabble!!
Have a small piece.^^
Myth didn’tlike Alcaster. He was brutish, had no sense for sensible approaches and was tryingto take what belonged to his queen: The throne.
What didthe man even think was going to happen? Well, he knew what the man thought wasgoing to happen. That him taking over would instil enough fear into people tomake them ‘more productive’ again. Moron. He would be busy wasting theresources of this raised productivity to instil the fear needed to raise productivity.
Even nowthe man was strutting around in the room they were meeting in. Tense, as ifawaiting someone to just barge into the room. Not that Myth was going to remindhim of the spell keeping people away.
“That planis not going to work that way,” he finally said, “There is no way we can assurethat all of the turned knights will be in the palace at the same time and noone else. The number of the knights in question is too small.” And people notinvolved would never let his alliesin. And witches were vulnerable to steel like everyone else, if there was notime to cast a shield.
The man gavehim a cold glare Myth just answered with an unimpressed, raised brow. “Do youhave a better plan?” he snarled coolly. “More time to turn more knights to thecause,” he commented calmly. The man could do with some patience. But thenhumans had short life spans. Did Alcaster start feeling his age? Was that thereason why he started pushing everything forward faster?
“We can’twait forever! If the brat marries, there’ll only be more people to take care of!”“As long as the king pretends to let the crown go, there shouldn’t be a problemat all,” the witch replied. Not that the crown would go to anyone else than hisqueen.
He wouldtreasure the face of this human, when his queen returned and he noticed fromwhom he had tried to take.
Oh! Can we have one for 047, please?
And one small thing done. ^___^
047 - Homonculi
There were tales,even for magic users, just not Fairytales. Just tales of dreams, of powersunreachable, of magic unattached to a Crystallum. Sometimes, in a lull of workMyth looked for them. Most of them were so over the top that it was ridiculous,others were simply tales of worlds that never were and never would be, of deedsdone that were impossible to ever happen.
Butsometimes it was a good inspiration. One of the topics being especially interestingwas Alchemy.
Creating gold,creating immortality, creating homunculi - artificial life. While every single oneof these points was ridiculous, it was still the perfect inspiration, for whatto do about dear Fritzgerald’s (foreseeable) refusal to help them.
Varg, wasn’ta homunculus. He wasn’t created from nothing; his base was what the knightrepressed, based on the knight himself, filled into the same body. And whilegetting rid of Fritz wouldn’t be fast, it would be steady, a slow replacementby something that normally wouldn’t come exist, tailored to their needs.
If you're still taking Dabble Requests maybe "014. Smile" for Myth x Lucette? (I ship it so hard. I have no idea. I'm sorry.)
Nothing to be sorry about.^^If you like the pairing, you may wanna check out my fanfic Bloodlines over at Ao3. It has a slow start, but builds up to that pairing.
014 - Smile
There was a smile on her face. It was strange to think that it was directed at him. For him. Caused by him. He couldn’t remember how it started exactly, a random spontaneous act on his part. A slight against the king, who had just ended another rant against witches.
And somehow it had ended with him gaining something for himself, not a whim of his Queen, but a decision of the princess by herself. She had been angry, when he had told her truth behind locked doors, but he had weathered her anger, her fury and in the end it had softened into something else, built on stable foundations instead of a card house to crumble down as soon as another person folded and told her the truth.
She was his, as he was hers. More hers than his. The truth about him was more disastrous than the truth about her, which wad widely known.
And as long as no one told her the truth, she wouldn’t bother thinking about telling them the truth about him. And until then, her affections and smiles, small as they were -but genuine, how did he deserve this?- were all his.
Can I request Myth interacting with Hildyr?
Have Hildyr “teaching“ him.
Myth couldfeel the gaze of his queen on him, feeling sweat running down his neck.
The orb ofwater over his hand was unsteady and quivering. Not the stable, glass like orb Waltzhad managed after a few minutes.
His orb wasalso slowly shrinking, small drops falling away slowly until it simply collapsed.There was a shaky silence following it. “Do it again. And keep it up this time,”came the cold instruction and Myth hurried to follow it.
Spreadmagic into the water, grab it, lift it, hold it. But it hurt. He was training since the late morning and his reserves werealmost empty and he was getting dizzy. His hands were shaking, he was startingto feel really cold and there was a headache building up.
“Hold it.”He was trying to. He really was, but the room was quivering and everythingseemed unstable- “Hold it!”
It feltlike ice shards starting to creep through his veins, piercing cold and painful-“Hold. It!”
When hewoke up, he was laying on the floor, he had been standing on during practice. Thelight of the sun had shifted, indicating a few hours had passed.
Carefullypushing himself up, he looked around. His queen was nowhere to be seen.
He had…disappointed her again, it seemed. At the beginning he and Waltz seemed to beroughly the same, but with every new task, it became more visible that hisresources were smaller.
And withevery new failure her disdain got worse.
The door openedand there was his queen.
“Finallyawake, I see. Pick yourself up and come with me. I have a task for you.”
Set on notdisappointing her again, he scrambled to his feet, ignoring his exhaustion andnausea and followed her.
what about 060?
060 - Rejection
Rejection was a matter of attachment. If you weren’t attached to someone, the rejection didn’t matter. Which was also why Myth didn’t bother getting attached to anyone while hiding under a glamour.
The only on, whose rejection mattered, was his queen. But she would have no reason to reject him as her student, now that Waltz was a traitor. He would be the one, who ensured her return, the loyal apprentice. The one that stayed, even if leaving would have been easy with no one knowing he survived.
Rejection happened, if the other party found a reason to not want you around. He would make sure there would be no reason for his queen to sent him away.
Do you have any scenario with Mythros you would like to see?
Canon or Fanon?
Canonwise I would love to see how exactly Myth managed to get into the palace after the Great War was over. He would have been just twenty at most at that point and I don’t see the king trusting someone that young without a very good reaon.
Fanonwise… I don’t really know there. Maybe AUs, what may have happened if Myth had followed Waltz into treason (maybe recognizing Hildyr wasn’t attached to him). Or one where another party used the commotion of the rebellion to invade the palace to hunt down the “witch spawn“ and him shielding Lucette instead of helping his master.
I also spent some of my time trying to plan out a Myth-Route. Which is… not going along that well and still needs quite some work.
Opinion on all the LI’s?
I got themost curious message recently, asking me about the opinion on followingpersons.
Prince Rod:My truthful opinionon him? He is way too soft on his sister. While he is at least taking hislessons serious and tries to not be an embarrassment, his coddling of princessEmelaigne isn’t helping anyone. Outside of that we have no real points ofinteraction.
Klaude AidricRenaldi Mattheus Almonte:The missing prince of Brugantia has a… questionable reputation. I see no reason why someonelike that should be allowed near the princess. While he is a prince of anothercountry and it calls for a… diplomatic handling, there is no way I would lethim anywhere near the crown princess.
ChevalierDu Mont:From what I know, he is a doctor with no sense of business. With a justas questionable character as the foreign prince. Let him do his business byhimself long enough and he’ll be reduced to rags soon enough and relief himselfof any excuse to be near the princess. There is no place in court for beggarsafter all.
Fritz Leverton:The young knight isskilled with the sword, charismatic and his loyalty is unquestioned. Theprincess is quite fond of him, but I have personally no reason to interact withhim privately. He is quite dedicated to do his job and to do it well, which isa nice change from other people I know set on shrinking duties wheneverpossible.
Waltz Cresswell:…the traitor can goand rot in an alley with a slit throat for all I care. I would be quite temptedto do it myself, if I ever get the chance. But I would need to find him first.
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