Frey nodded with a grumble at Cassius. It would not be wise of him to start trouble. At least, not before they even got off the ground. The prince knew that Cassius was hardly botherd by his words, but Augustine was a different story. Though now, he appeared to not care, Frey had made Augustine cry a few times. Once, when he still dined with the rest of the family every night, Frey had lost his temper against his oldest brother. This was before he was appointed a general, and was still rather soft. He recalled the time with bitterness.
Augustine had made a jest about Frey crying in his sleep, and in response, the prince jumped up on the great wooden dinner table. He took into his hands a big pitcher of ice cold milk and dumped it on the to-be general all while screaming how much he hated him. When the king shouted for him to stop, Frey yelled back and pitched the pitcher at his father's face. Of course, Blanchette had waltzed in at the very moment and stopped what would have been a terrible, though most embarrassing royal procession. That was the reason Frey didn't eat dinner with the family anymore, unless there was a visiting noble, and he would be forced to 'play nice' with whatever royal problem child from another kingdom his parents thought suited him.
There was a fluttering feeling in the boy's stomach as he climbed up on Cassius. He had never flown before, so this was a big deal for him. He shot a glare to Asbel as he sat down, with knuckles white from gripping so hard onto the saddle. Didn't Asbel know how to fly...? What were all those fancy looking feathers for, or did they serve no other purpose than to act as a medicine? Nevertheless, the boy exhaled irately and clamped his eyes shut as he felt the wind begin to rise. "Is this even safe?" He shouted over the gusts.
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Right, so let's start from here?
I have decided to try and make my own whimsicott signature.
I swear, I'm beginning to dream about this RP. TuT
Edge felt a few tears begin to form. He would only cry for his family. But, perhaps, they didn't want him to go. And he didn't want to leave his kids, but he had no choice. What did they expect him to do? Bring two children into he battlefield? Even if they didn't get harmed, they shouldn't have to see their Daddy's darker nature. Not yet, it was far too soon.
For now, he made his gaze hard and strong. His kids... they didn't need to worry about him. "Sleipnir , it's for your own safety. You and your brother's." But what his son said next made the hydra widen his eyes in fear. "N-no! Baby, you're my son, I'd never..." but his breath hitched and he coughed. "How did you? I never, ever said that!!!" Edge objected.
"Daddy." Skylark suddenly spoke, and he turned to look. Skylark had his arms outstretched. "If you're going to leave, can I have one last... hug?" Edge quickly nodded and hugged both of his boys tightly. "I told you, this isn't over... we will be reunited." But as his violet eyes fell upon the faces of his boys, he was filled with joy.
He loved then, so, so, much. He shed a few more tears. "Did you want to... come with Daddy? I'll show you my castle..." He wasn't strong enough to resist his desires. Skylark was quick to respond. "YESSSSSS!"
For now, he made his gaze hard and strong. His kids... they didn't need to worry about him. "Sleipnir , it's for your own safety. You and your brother's." But what his son said next made the hydra widen his eyes in fear. "N-no! Baby, you're my son, I'd never..." but his breath hitched and he coughed. "How did you? I never, ever said that!!!" Edge objected.
"Daddy." Skylark suddenly spoke, and he turned to look. Skylark had his arms outstretched. "If you're going to leave, can I have one last... hug?" Edge quickly nodded and hugged both of his boys tightly. "I told you, this isn't over... we will be reunited." But as his violet eyes fell upon the faces of his boys, he was filled with joy.
He loved then, so, so, much. He shed a few more tears. "Did you want to... come with Daddy? I'll show you my castle..." He wasn't strong enough to resist his desires. Skylark was quick to respond. "YESSSSSS!"
As the door opened, Frey's eyes lost their wonder and his smile fell. Asbel and Augustine had arrived. Frey yawned, not bothering to return the general's greeting. It wouldn't surprise anyone; Frey didn't usually do greetings unless he wanted something. Silently, the youngest prince watched Cassius and Augustine leave the room so they could make any final preparations.
At last, Frey's orange gaze rested upon the phoenix. His eyes burned like the sun, and held strange, twisted strength. He seemed like he wanted to say something extremely innapropiate and cruel, but held his tongue as Asbel spoke. At last, he couldn't help himself any more. "I'm not afraid of the dark, you ninny!" Frey snapped, crossing his arms and all but spitting on the direction of the redhead.
"And it's your choice if you want to be startled or not, not mine. For all I know, you can think.... strawberries are frightening!" Frey said angrily. "'No, Frey, get that thing away!!! Too many seeds!!'" The prince mocked in a pitchy voice that was meant to be Asbel's. "Quite honestly, though, I suppose I shouldn't do anything I'll regret. So if fruits do startle you," Frey began, thinking of the Kimp fruit. "do tell."
With that, the prince stuck out his tongue irately and marched out of the room, and to his dastardly older brother and dragon. He put his hands in his coat pockets boredly as he watched. "Hurry. It. Up. Before one of you keel over and die from old age or something." The prince grumbled.
At last, Frey's orange gaze rested upon the phoenix. His eyes burned like the sun, and held strange, twisted strength. He seemed like he wanted to say something extremely innapropiate and cruel, but held his tongue as Asbel spoke. At last, he couldn't help himself any more. "I'm not afraid of the dark, you ninny!" Frey snapped, crossing his arms and all but spitting on the direction of the redhead.
"And it's your choice if you want to be startled or not, not mine. For all I know, you can think.... strawberries are frightening!" Frey said angrily. "'No, Frey, get that thing away!!! Too many seeds!!'" The prince mocked in a pitchy voice that was meant to be Asbel's. "Quite honestly, though, I suppose I shouldn't do anything I'll regret. So if fruits do startle you," Frey began, thinking of the Kimp fruit. "do tell."
With that, the prince stuck out his tongue irately and marched out of the room, and to his dastardly older brother and dragon. He put his hands in his coat pockets boredly as he watched. "Hurry. It. Up. Before one of you keel over and die from old age or something." The prince grumbled.
Of course. Asbel x Frey! I can think of a few intimate ways to push those two together...
I had an idea- segregation. Asbel and Frey work together to unite the people once more.
Edge smirked at Charon, who was sobbing like a baby while burying his face in his king's firm stomach and breathing heavily. Edge 'tsked' at having the bigger male grip his sides none to gently, but rana hand through Charon's hair nonetheless. Right now, he needed something to believe in. As Edge's violet eyes met the ones of his friends, he realized how broken they all were. When he had gone, they had diversified themselves. They all, he realized, needed something to believe in.
And, for them, Edge would do whatever it took. To save the Earth, to save his conerades. And more than anything, save himself. Everything was joyous and happy and light. It was as if the world was coming together, it was as if they were all meant t be together forever. Though painful as it was, Edge knew that with the Elders out and about that would never happen. For them, Edge would be a leader- he would be their king, regardless of the fact more than half of his powers were limited.
Skylark, as well, woke to Daddy wearing strange clothes. He too heard began to cry. "N-No... Please don't leave, Daddy....!!!" He pleaded, hugging his brother as the hydra's sparking eyes rested upon him. Edge began to walk toward them, and Charon and Noire staged along while the others kept a careful eye. Edge's children were cute, but they wouldn't do much more than scowl or smile, respectively.
Noire was careful to keep Edge's cloak from touching the ground by holding it by one corner while Charon held it by the other. She didn't mind it; it was easy. Edge leaned down and kissed both his sons on their forehead. "This... this isn't goodbye. You two come from a main alleles. You'll be fine. I went to take you with me, but with the Elders looking for me, it won't be safe." Noire thought it nice to pipe in right then.
"We can take them. Can't we?" There was a murmur of agreement and grumbles, but none were courageous enough to talk back- yet. There was only as much that poor Beelzebub would take.
"But Father will be angry and lonely," Skylark objected, earning a few nervous glances. Edge hugged the little dragon. "Then stay with Father. He'll protect you. I promise, we will meet again, m son...." He then looked at Sleipnir.
"You'll stay with your brother, I presume?" Edge asked softly, rubbing his other son's cheek.
And, for them, Edge would do whatever it took. To save the Earth, to save his conerades. And more than anything, save himself. Everything was joyous and happy and light. It was as if the world was coming together, it was as if they were all meant t be together forever. Though painful as it was, Edge knew that with the Elders out and about that would never happen. For them, Edge would be a leader- he would be their king, regardless of the fact more than half of his powers were limited.
Skylark, as well, woke to Daddy wearing strange clothes. He too heard began to cry. "N-No... Please don't leave, Daddy....!!!" He pleaded, hugging his brother as the hydra's sparking eyes rested upon him. Edge began to walk toward them, and Charon and Noire staged along while the others kept a careful eye. Edge's children were cute, but they wouldn't do much more than scowl or smile, respectively.
Noire was careful to keep Edge's cloak from touching the ground by holding it by one corner while Charon held it by the other. She didn't mind it; it was easy. Edge leaned down and kissed both his sons on their forehead. "This... this isn't goodbye. You two come from a main alleles. You'll be fine. I went to take you with me, but with the Elders looking for me, it won't be safe." Noire thought it nice to pipe in right then.
"We can take them. Can't we?" There was a murmur of agreement and grumbles, but none were courageous enough to talk back- yet. There was only as much that poor Beelzebub would take.
"But Father will be angry and lonely," Skylark objected, earning a few nervous glances. Edge hugged the little dragon. "Then stay with Father. He'll protect you. I promise, we will meet again, m son...." He then looked at Sleipnir.
"You'll stay with your brother, I presume?" Edge asked softly, rubbing his other son's cheek.
As Cyrus was left feeling sorry for himself, Rulan interrupted his train of thought. Turning his gaze to the Casseion, the desert prince was a little surprised, which was evident in his wide eyes. A student could be told a thousand times about the ferocity of a lion, but until they met with one face-to-face, all that terrifying demeanor would be nothing but words.
Currently, he was confronted with the cruel, harsh words of Rulan. He did note that the curse that had been placed upon him would probably make Rulan more miserable. The thought made a smile creep upon his face. Though he too was a victim, Rulan seemed to be really irritated; his face was twisted into an even more terrifying expression.
Simply, it was like a slap in the face. Cyrus really wasn't brave enough to talk down to a Casseion with their fanged smiles and fearless persona. He decided then that this young man would be a burden. If he was to deal with the other male's snide remarks, as if he was some sort of twisted commentary, for he rest of his life, Cyrus would most certainly go crazy.
He nodded half-heartedly. "Shut up." He said softly, though he did as he was told and straightened his back. "Let's go. We have to travel all night to make of to Blackfoot." He said, referencing the nearest town. Knowing he didn't have to wait, Cyrus began to walk.
Currently, he was confronted with the cruel, harsh words of Rulan. He did note that the curse that had been placed upon him would probably make Rulan more miserable. The thought made a smile creep upon his face. Though he too was a victim, Rulan seemed to be really irritated; his face was twisted into an even more terrifying expression.
Simply, it was like a slap in the face. Cyrus really wasn't brave enough to talk down to a Casseion with their fanged smiles and fearless persona. He decided then that this young man would be a burden. If he was to deal with the other male's snide remarks, as if he was some sort of twisted commentary, for he rest of his life, Cyrus would most certainly go crazy.
He nodded half-heartedly. "Shut up." He said softly, though he did as he was told and straightened his back. "Let's go. We have to travel all night to make of to Blackfoot." He said, referencing the nearest town. Knowing he didn't have to wait, Cyrus began to walk.
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