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overjoyed_logs2017-03-17 08:30 pm
sunderings) wrote in overjoyed_logs2017-03-17 08:30 pm
[OPEN] oh, the king
Who: Sion & You!
Where: The Meshwork.
When: The duration of Chapter 4!
Summary: Dream catch all! From casting spells and engaging in shenanigans to escape match-meetings, to talking to your "other self", Sion's dreams are sporadic???
Restrictions/Warnings: Violence, spoopy imagery, possible (literal) self-sacrifice...!!
❶ You are running for the love of it.
❷ You sink and you cannot breathe, air catching in the throat and refusing to reach the lungs.
❸ You are happy.
❹ You tread upon a pathway comprised entirely of dango.
( all dreams are OTA and written in second person, Sion's POV. tags will be returned in regular third person! feel free to PM or contact me here if you'd like something specific. o9 )
Where: The Meshwork.
When: The duration of Chapter 4!
Summary: Dream catch all! From casting spells and engaging in shenanigans to escape match-meetings, to talking to your "other self", Sion's dreams are sporadic???
Restrictions/Warnings: Violence, spoopy imagery, possible (literal) self-sacrifice...!!
❶ You are running for the love of it.
❷ You sink and you cannot breathe, air catching in the throat and refusing to reach the lungs.
❸ You are happy.
❹ You tread upon a pathway comprised entirely of dango.
( all dreams are OTA and written in second person, Sion's POV. tags will be returned in regular third person! feel free to PM or contact me here if you'd like something specific. o9 )
canon memory | (give me one day out there)
You turn back to face them with an impossibly bright smile, fond of them, your family made by the bonds of choice. ]
My thanks, for the reminder, and my most sincere apologies for my soon-to-be truancy, but...
[ Hands bracing on either side of the limestone ledge, you pitch your body forward, your foot instinctively finding the window frame to aid with momentum—a pushing off and away—because this is something (and perhaps the only thing) you would ever take for yourself: the freedom to be found in the weightless suspension of freefall. ]
...my heart simply isn't in the right place!
[ Because it has been (and always will be) for the good of the people who crowned you, haling you as the Hero King.
But who knows if your retainers had been privy to the sentiment at all, or the spirited laugh which followed in short suit, for both were likely lost to the wind as you plummeted to the fields blow. It is a daredevil's drop, even for those practiced in magic, but the incantation you weave swaths you in its light, slowing your descent until you are able to land with both feet upon the ground in a seamless dismount.
And again, you run, giving no pause for you should hate to be caught now.
Kicking up blades of grass in your wake, you cavort through the sweeping field, waving, smiling, greeting those groundskeepers closer to the castle's bounds (and you are pleased to be greeted back with a call of "Wᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ!") before you find your way to a quiet enclosure, a secret place where the hillside the castle is perched upon ebbs into the woodland which banks the rest of the Capital city.
It is here that your body finally gives way and you collapse, gasping out a laugh as the earth beneath you becomes a bed of tall grass shaded by the treeline, wildflowers tickling at your limbs and nose as your chest rises and falls, all the vastness of the world burning in your lungs and legs.
But you are not alone.
You become aware of the sound of approaching footfalls, though you bother not to lift your head, golden eyes trained skyward as you wonder who it is that has found you so very quickly after your impromptu departure. ]
Whoever it is that goes there— [ Breathless, still, your cheeks are flushed with hectic (and unusual) color: a glowing gold which speaks to the old magic running through your veins, the reason why your people think you to be Divine, and they are not the only ones. ] —will you not forget your present cause, if only for a little while, and join me here?
[ You do not wish to return to the castle, not just yet. ]
are you tired of me yet
Do you love the trees as well?
never uwu
[ —Sion's voice is a carefree sigh, a smile playing upon his lips in greeting. Shrouded and shaded by a cloak the other man may be, but even so, he could only ever be a friend in this realm and in all others. ]
The heavens dance in their highest boughs, and in their roots rest all of infinity.
[ Lambent eyes drifting closed, the King relaxes, the rise and fall of his chest evening with his every breath until it seems that he has drifted off, into a doze. But while he lies still, the stems and blossoms of wildflowers framing his body, he is still very much awake, aware of the presence beside him: ]
They are the ancient law of life, and it is only within their shade that I might find peace.
[ But what of yourself, Julius? ]
AY
Trees are pure. They mean no harm, they commit no crimes... one the most innocent on this world.
[ A slightly different sentiment, but it means agreement. ]
steeples fingers
One might argue that trees are the farthest from 'pure'. Trees are the lungs of the land, purifying the air and giving fresh strength to our people, and by doing so--...
[ Giving pause, Sion opens his eyes, their liquid color seeking out a familiar grey. ]
They become tainted themselves. Corruption becomes trapped in their leaves; in their bark.
[ And then a hand lifts, gently molding to the curve of the other man's jaw in a too-tender touch. ]
But such is the nature of noble and just sacrifice.
this is so gay
[ He doesn't move when Sion touches him, expression firm but not devoid of emotion, merely thoughtful. ]
More humans should be like them.
idk what else you were expecting
[ Here, there is an amused loft of brow, Sion's hand falling away from Julius' face if only to muffle the gentle sound of his own laughter. ]
Trees are human. [ —human, the word falls from the King's lips with a sovereign resonance, a hum which is fathomless, primordial, and deep. ] And all things human are trees.
All living things, be they creatures or plants, are comprised of the very same magic, therefore...! Each and every denizen of Menoris is pure of heart.
[ To begin with, but this the King does not say. ]
ok thats true
Yes, of course. I should not have doubted that.
[ A good place, but by that virtue he cannot stay here lest his curse spreads. ]
no subject
Perhaps Julius has heard them in the streets, the voices of the people who would proclaim "As long as his Majesty Sion Astal watches over the kingdom, we might all find our happiness!"
And so: Roland has transformed into an idyllic kingdom which houses a resilient people and a gentle King, Sion who--...
Seems reluctant to part from his friend, in his state of repose.
(It is as though he fears Julius might fade away.) ]
Mn. That's why this realm needs to be saved. Though the magic which gave life to the trees and the grass, to humans and to love, was woven with sinister intent... [ The intent of keeping both the Hero and his Demon trapped within it it. ] ...it birthed something beautiful. Something precious and in need of protecting.
[ Idle, the King's fingers curl in the fabric of Julius' cloak, seeing purchase there as he speaks with an airy cadence, words falling featherweight and light— ]
One day, all that you see before you will fall into jeopardy, and the only way to ensure its survival will be to end my own life.
[ But he is at peace with it; it's okay, it's all right. ]
So you see, in knowing this, how could I possibly in good conscience take a wife? I tire of the match-meetings my retainers would have me attend. I think I must have fled twenty-some this week alone.
Though... [ A twitch of his lips, a smile as bright as the noonday sun. ] It is the very first time I have absconded from one such engagement only to make a pillow of a dear friend.
no subject
Of course. It is unfortunate that they do not understand.
[ A smile comes difficult to him, but in response is a lightening of his eyes. ]
You deserve to rest.
no subject
(He's glad, that Julius understands. His friend's quiet acceptance grants him strength, too.) ]
And if we are found, will you spirit me away from my none too pleased retainers?
this was so gay that i had to stop going to bed to reply to it
[ After all, to most people, he does not exist. He is a shadow that hides in the forest, a cloaked man with skin of white trees, eyes of golden leaves. ]
I may not be a fast runner, but I will certainly try my best.
i do try
[ How strange it feels, to echo Julius' own sentiment, the words my time is yours eliciting a measure of uncertainty in the King who is so often just, bold, and decisive on behalf of so very many that he is left bewildered by all matters concerning himself; by this pledge which hasn't been made to the crown he wears, but to the person he is (and will never return to being, once the Hero has woken up). ]
I do not know what it is that I have done to be worthy of such a steadfast, truehearted friend, but I am grateful, Julius. [ From where he lies, Sion seeks to take Julius' hand, palm pressing flush to palm and fingers lacing together in an artful, profound gesture which is somehow as heartbreaking as it is an expression of their camaraderie. ] I am glad for you, and...
[ Here, the King's smile dips into something close to the realm of mischievous: ]
...this tryst of ours. In the days to come, will you continue to meet me here?
'tryst'
You have accepted me, despite my curse. That alone is enough.
[ A curse that will one day tear him apart, so he must be far, far away when it happens. But they still have time. ]
I will confine myself to this forest. You know where to find me.
note: julius isn't contesting him
[ His fingers curling about Julius' own in a squeeze, Sion finds that, more and more, the contact feels like a true connection; the completion of a link. ]
It will be our place until our days are done.
[ Eyes falling slowly closed, Sion's lashes fan silver against the curve of his cheek even as a gentle smile—fulfilled but melancholy, happy and yet touched by a sorrowful wish that at least Julius might escape the tragic fate that accompanied his curse—plays upon his lips. ]
...and perhaps even long after that, for I cannot imagine a time when we do not know one another, or a future where we are parted for long.
i'm laughing
[ Said slightly amused while he sits unmoving as if a statue, the motion coming easily to he who would become a tree in time. ]
There is little else I can do save for stay here and wait. I only wish I could have helped more.
no subject
[ Though his eyes remain closed, it is an easy thing, to glimpse the furrow of the King's brow; the disagreement with Julius' words that he needn't voice to make known. ]
How is it that you might have done more? You are here, you are present, and you are the one holding my hand. You...
[ Slowly, but surely, Sion's voice softens, drowsiness finally beginning to claim him: ]
...needn't feel at fault for simply being, Julius.
no subject
Then I will be here.
[ In both senses of the word. The 'with you' is left unsaid but implied. ]
Take a rest. I can wake you later.
no subject
He wakes in Company quarters, golden eyes slitting open and fingers flexing as though he'd expected to have another's hand in his own, his posture curled like there should have been someone there with him. ]
Julius...?
[ —his voice thick with sleep, the Enforcer's name is the first thing to come to mind, though Sion does not understand precisely why.
Still, he is awake, and there is work to do. ]