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051 - Games

For some reason people were always set to compare people in their plans to chess pawns. Myth knew that kind of thinking -had followed it at some point- but had in the end abandoned it. Real life situations were way more complicated than games.

More important as well and way harder to control. You couldn’t just restart, put pawns back on the board or undo a turn. The rules changed as the persons involved changed. Left the pattern, joined it, changed their views or what they wanted.

Chess didn’t fit it. Chess had only two players controlling a set of figurines without a free will, following an unchanging set of rules. Real life was… variable. Even know there were at least four sites to the situation. Whoever had the princess, the king and his loyal followers, Alcaster and his coup, himself and his allegiance to the late queen and maybe even the Lucis bearer and her allies. And there was also the unpredictability of people meeting at random and forming alliances.

No, these things really weren’t like common games. It didn’t even exist a clear win or lose. There was still the possibility of things turning south and him being able to slip away unfollowed, like after the rebellion. Not losing, but not winning either. The chance for another try.

He would see what the future would bring.

Can we ask Myth questions?

Sure you can ask. Just remember that I am also just a fan. But I’ll try to answer everything sent to me.

Your writing is veeery good. Thank you for creating all this content. Can I request Myth interacting with young Lucette? Like, before the rebellion.

Take some story time.^^

If anyone wonders, the tale Myth starts telling is taken from the game “Kingdomd of Amalur: The Reckoning”. There are multiple tales in it, this one is the start of the one called “The Fading Of The Fae”.

The ten-year-oldwas looking at him curiously from her place at the floor in front of themakeshift puppet stage Waltz seemed to try to hide behind. “Princess,” he bowedstiffly to the girl and then glared at the boy trying to make himselfdisappear. “This is what you do, when you’re supposed to be studying?”

“W-Well,” Waltzchuckled awkwardly and forcefully, glancing at the door as if he was judgingthe time, he would need to reach it and flee successfully, “What are you doinghere, Myth?” “You didn’t put the books back. I got the allowance to get out ofyou where they are. That involved hunting you down in the first place. Does thequeen know what you’re doing?”

“It’s a secret!” the girl exclaimed cheerfully, “Youlearn together with Waltz? Can you also do tricks? Waltz can make flowersappear!” Big golden eyes peered at him. With her head slightly tilted the smallgirl looked… kind of cute.

“Secret?”he asked flatly, “Flowers?” “And we make dolls together and come up with storiesand he is really got at telling stories.”

“Stories?”he raised an unimpressed brow Waltz, “You do this instead of-?” “Don’t tellmother, please?” Myth starred at the girl. “What?”

“Don’t tellmother, please? I like having more company than my dolls and the maids areforbidden from playing with me and mother is barely there…” a pleading gaze methis eyes “You can stay as well!”

Silence. “What?I have no time to-” the golden eyes seemed to get a bit watery. For a momentfaces seemed to overlay, golden eyes darkening a bit, face morphing into a toddlerpeering at him, reaching for him. He forced the feeling away, before it couldgrab him. He starred silently at the girl. “And what would I be doing here?” hefinally asked coolly.

“Oh, Waltzand I come up with stories to tell each other. These Fairytales are boring andalways following the same pattern. So we come up with new stuff. Do you knowany stories to tell?”

He triedglaring at Waltz, who was still looking at him, but not looking outrightterrified anymore.

“I…”curious eyes looked at him. Hopeful and waiting. “I guess, I know a few fewerknown ones…” he finally sighted and the small girl let out a delighted aroundand suddenly he got pulled down to where she was sitting. “Tell, tell, tell!”The girl stilled and then looked over to the stage. “Is it something that couldbe played as well?”

“Ah… I doubtyou have the fitting things here…” Myth started and looked around for a moment.In the end the girl settled down comfortably anyway and looked at him. Mythalmost flinched when Waltz sat down as well, looking just as curious.

Myth took abreath and started talking, remembering dark evenings and a dark voice wistfullyrecalling old stories from memory.

“They were the harbingers of the Fall, theseChildren of Dust…and they lit the forest with their fires, and then split it with their blades.We crept back, shapeless in the darkness, silent in the trees. But shadows are few in this age of mortals. The light beckons…”

It was along tale and he was barely halfway through when he felt a weight against hisside and trailed of. The princess had fallen asleep and cuddled up to him,Waltz giving him a bright smile and then got up, coming back with a blanket.

Myth lookedat the sleeping girl snuggled into his side and tried to drown away thememories of a dark-haired toddler doing the same years ago.

15?

And here is another one.

015 - Emotionless

Beingemotionless would have been a blessing. It would make the whole thing so much easier!

But Mythwasn’t able to just kill off his emotions, his wants or his wishes. And so, hespent every single day since the rebellion seething on the inside, snarling atpeople celebrating about the queen’s death and cursing the traitor and the damnedfairy with every insult he could think off.

And laterfought back the desperation and depression pushing down at him, when he lookedat the sleeping face of his teacher. He couldn’t fail. He wouldn’t fail. But the fear of failure was gnawing at him, day andnight, every second he spent in his disguise.

Fear ate athim, anger boiled inside him, fury seemed to cloud his thoughts when his mindslipped away.

Being ridof these pesky feelings wasn’t possible. But it made the future of his queenreturning look so much sweeter, that it may even be worth it.

myth and fritz drabble?

Have a small piece.

Sometimes Mythwasn’t sure how the knight was able to be so genuinely good.

It wasn’tthat the boy was trying to be charming or trying to woe her. He was… way tooobvious for that.

But in away they were the same. Bound by their oaths, their duties, their promises. Theknight was just way more open about it, his promises and oaths known. His dutiesnot needing to be hidden.

Both oftheir duties would be dangerous under specific circumstances. And none of themwould simply abandon them. It was just how they were. Even when they haddifferent reasons for it.

In the end,they were both just doing their jobs, driven and motivated by personal agendas.

Myth scolding Genaro for his bad parenting?

This takes place in the Fritz Route, after Hildyr got freed.

Myth wantedto sigh when he felt yet another pull at his spell controlling the king. The spell’sworkings were easy enough. Cut the connection where mind interacted with body andput the body either on remote control or let it follow a set routine.

It had the advantagethat he didn’t need to micro manage the king into doing the basic things ofkeeping himself alive. If there was food placed in front of him, he would eatit. At specific points in time he would move to the dining room, his sleepingquarters, the throne room or where ever Myth directed him to.

“Why do youeven keep trying to get control back? It wouldn’t help you anything. Not evenimprove your situation!” he glared at the man and felt the man’s mind reel, surprisinglydefiant looking how passive he had always been. And angry. Myth wanted tolaugh.

“Oh,blaming the witches on everything again? Do you really think it’s my fault? Sure, I guarded the Tenebrarumand showed the princess where it was, but I didn’t force her into freeing hermother. She still believed what she knew. Her mother loved her. You don’t care.You have more important things to take care of and direct your attention to,”Myth smiled at the way the mind recoiled, making it much less tasking to reinstatefull control, but well… a little gloating was allowed.

“It was so easy in comparison to how difficultit would have been, if you had botheredwith her, you know? But after you had ignored her for months? You couldn’t havemade it much easier for me. And then pretending it never happened and giving up so easily again!” The mind reeled, projectingmisery and guilt.

“It all happenedbecause of you. Because you feared the tantrum of a witch, who hadn’t evengrown into her powers yet. Imagine it: One day to tell her the truth, a fewdays -maybe weeks- to let her calm down and then? No more hiding, no more lies,no more secrets… But no- you wanted to be done with this part of your live. Andthis decision made the part come right back.”

Leaningback in his seat, Myth closed his eyes, basking in the fury, guilt and miserythe king was throwing against the ropes of the spell.

“Are youeven aware that Hildyr will most likely kill you, if you break that spell?” Onelast struggle- nothing. Myth smiled, showing teeth and feeling utterly elated.

It was so nice to be on the winning side.

Maybe some Myth x Lucette angst? "092. Die for you"?

092 - Die for you

'I would die for you.' Why was that sentence deemed so romantic, used as a declaration of love, when the reality about it was so terrifying?

Myth had never said these words, never indicated anything in that direction. They both hadn't known, what exactly was going on between them. Unsure, how to define it, fearing how pushing it further may change it into something suffocating.

She had never said these words either.

But during that one moment were Alcaster had managed to break free from the fight where Karma and Fritz were trying to subdue him, set in his decision to make the reason for his coup failing disappear-!

Lucette had only noticed what happened when the blood was already soaking through her clothes and Waltz was pulling her away so Rumpel could go about his work.

And now, she was damned to wait, listening to weak breaths, hoping he would wake again and not just stop breathing at some point.

hii jdjsksks so happy to see this blogg love mythros so much <333 if you have the time, could you write a drabble about mythros’s interactions with varg/fritz ?

Well, here it goes.^^Just a bit of Varg in this one.

Myth wantedto curse. Preferably Alcaster into oblivion. Pity, he needed the man’sresources or he would arrange an accident. Or a sickness, depending on thecircumstances.

As it was, heneeded to make due. Like always with the man. A bit more common sense or a bitof foresight past the tip of his sword would do the man some good, then hewouldn’t need to clean up these kind of messes.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

He glared atthe source of the sound and the black haired young man gave him a smile thatwas more showing teeth than smiling. But then wolfs didn’t smile, only baringtheir teeth at possible threats.

But Vargstill stopped clacking the cane against the floor and Myth turned away to lookat the map again marking another area off.

The soundrestarted.

“Can’t you goand bother Alcaster?” he finally snarled. He could force obedience with theleash he had built into the curse, but Alcaster was doing well enough aboutagitating the wolf and he didn’t want to be the first target if the curseshould fail him.

He would havepreferred using a more tailored curse, one that couldn’t be broken by accident,but Alcaster had bound his hands on the matter, by only calling him in afterthe convincing failed. And then there had bern no time! And so afairytale curse needed to do, casting eased by the template his queen hadworked into the Crystallum.

Well,depending on the princess thought on the curse and her attachment to theknight, he could at least claim that it kept the boy from getting killed. Pitythat even memory spells took preparation and he had been in no position tosimply let the knight disappear for a few days.

“He told meto go and bother you. He wants to know about the princess he can’t remember.”The personified curse smirked.

The livingmenace should remember the princess just as well as every other cursed.

But thenAlcaster couldn’t even recognize that his son was happy with his lot in lifeand the chances of him joining the coup resulting small.

And from thesmirk Varg knew that Myth knew that the curse knew everything.

Myth glaredback at the map of the town.

He hadapplied a tracking spell to the princess’ hairbands, but either all of themwere in the palace, he had missed some, whatever had happened had stripped thespell off or she was in a blind spot.

“Varg, comeover here. You can make yourself useful,” he said.

“More usefulthan just running around with letters?” the man asked mockingly.

“Not moreexciting, but yes, more useful. Give me the cane a moment.”

Object inhand Myth turned it to access the lower end and called upon his magic.

The slightstrain on his strength was calming, the task taking over his mind and taking uphis concentration.

Uponfinishing, he handed it back and then walked around the room setting a few morespells, creating a net pattern on the ground in the process.

“Walk thestreets and make sure to use this annoying habit of yours to clack it againstthe ground,” he instructed, “Every time you do-” he clacked it into the ground“It’ll create a mark.”

A pointappeared on the pattern.

“What’s thatfor?” Varg frowned at the point.

“It’ll createa map and show me the areas were my tracking spells aren’t working. There can’tbe many blind spots. And if the princess is actively hidden from us, it’ll atleast show where she is not,” Myth forced himself to stay calm. Telling thewolf the truth should keep shenanigans down.

Varg hummedunder his breath clacking it on the ground multiple times, as if testing thesound.

There wasno visible effect on cane or ground, but the point seemed to brighten a bit.

“Well, betterthan being coped up somewhere. I know where the exit is,” he said and strolledout.

Myth heardthe clacking of the cane distancing itself until a door closed.

Finally!Hopefully he showed more manners if he did find the princess.

Hey so read the rules on request and wanted to ask exactly what aus we can ask for? Are there any aus related to CP that we could probably request?????

Oh, god, I am just seeing how long I wasn’t doing anything for this blog...

My definition of AU is pretty broad. Different setting as an example in a different time/scenario/place etc. (If you’re really curious about what people can come up with, go onto the official Disord server and ask for the Dance Dance Refolution AU. But please don’t make me wrinte anything there. I don’t know that kind of setting wnough to write something up there.)

Ask whatever you like, as long as it roughly makes sense and involves Myth. Myth is my only real condition there.

PS: I am alive and did even work on a bigger projekt! Whoever wants can go over to AO3 to the Cinderelly Phenomenon category. There is a slow-build fanfic in progress with a Lucette/Myth pairing.

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.