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 Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 2:11 pm
"Whaaat~?" He asked in clearly teasing manner, red eyes scrunched up in a narrow fashion.
Sitting up with a rather jovial expression, the soldier tilted his head to the side with a grin, "Why would I enjoy the fact that it's so easy to get you mad? Blushing, no less. I do think you should try and control that. You never know how someone's going to interpret it," he murmured, his grin heightening to a smirk as he leaned back on his hands.
[[Haar is so mean. >:C]]
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 2:20 pm
Alti exhaled rather vehemently. "I-- no. Not this this.... I meant-- well, you seem to like mother's... ahm... fixation. For all I know, you two could... could actually be plotting together... or something...!" he retorted. The blush was still prominent on his cheeks - he couldn't help it. He flushed too much when angered - and in many other situations, as well. "And I don't ca-- don't care how you interpret it. It's not as if I'm ever going to see you again, right? I mean, as soon as you can leave - if not before - you're gonna vanish off to your own kingdom. So I don't care." A prominent pout formed on the dark-haired teen's lips and he crossed hi (very sore) arms protectively over his chest.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 2:37 pm
"I find it amusing at the very least," Haar said in a wheezy sort of tone-the soldier obviously trying to keep from laughing as he eased off the bed with a very large smirk. Standing in front of the slender mage-in-training, Haar shook his head a bit. "Now, why would I do that?" He asked as he fingered the handle of his sword lightly.
"For starters your mother specifically made me swear I'd stay your escort, and two-" He lifted the sword easily from its sheath, "I made a promise to teach you a few things about blade-work, if I do recall correctly."
With a teasing grin, the soldier continued further, resting a hand on the slight teen's hip, "And what exactly would you do if your mother and I were secretly plotting for your demise, or worse, your betrothal?" He asked with the same pleased smirk. He wasn't always so very forward with people, nor was he usually one to joke but it was amusing to see the fire-eyed male's reactions to everything.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 6:46 pm
"Yaah!" A voice exclaimed as hands grabbed each side of the fire prince's abdomen.
"AAH!" Ruehl had just entered the wing of the castle that he and Malachai shared when the other attacked him from behind, scaring the living daylights out of him. Sparks ignited embers at his fingertips and yet they dispelled to smoke in seconds when the other released him, laughing. Ruehl turned to through a punch at his shoulder. "YOU... you... jester!"
Emerging from the shadows, the merry Malachai now rubbed his sore shoulder. He didn't seem at all deterred from relishing the fact that he had just caught the prince off guard. "Jester? Is that the best you've got, Ruehl? Dare I tell Father you're calling me names now, though?" Malachai swung an arm about Ruehl's neck and began walking back toward their private living room. The youth's deep orange, wavy locks fell to just below his jawline and his azure eyes held no trace of being serious. He was exactly a half an inch taller than Ruehl, and made sure the prince was aware of that whenever the latter tried to proclaim that he was 3 weeks older.
Casting a glare in the other's direction, Ruehl shook his head and shrugged the other's arm off his shoulder. "Shove off!" he laughed. He found his favorite chair in the living room and immediately crashed into it. "Are you going to tell me about your dinner or not? How's your aunt and uncle?"
"They're just wonderful. My uncle's selling a lot in his shop and my aunt is doing really well with the new baby and stuff..." the other replied, pacing a bit in the room. Halting with a grin he asked teasingly, "And you, Ruuu-ehl? What did you do all night? Make out with the servant boy? Light up some pyriweed? Anything dangerous or exciting?" Malachai was now bent over the seated prince, his hands gripping the armrests of the other's chair.
Thank goodness for the other casting a shadow over his face, for Ruehl could've sworn some of those suggestions were making him blush. "Do you have to ask such trashy questions?" he chuckled nervously.
"Let me think... ... ... Yes."
"Well, you know I wouldn't do anything with a servant."
"And why's that, Ruehl? 'Fraid of the committment? Of them kissing... or you know, doing whatever and tattling on your record? Come on. You're loved by your people. You're a great prince. What's wrong with loosening up a little? Besides, it's not like a servant wouldn't want you. Have you looked in the mirror lately?"
"'Chai, first off-- that's abusing my position. Second off-- you know why. I'm not interested in servants."
Malachai straightened up and backed away slightly from Ruehl's chair, causing the fire prince to look up. Frowning down at that bright gaze, he shook his head. "You've got to be kidding me. We've been over this. You're still attached to him? Criminy, Ruehl! Give it up. You have a better shot with one of the servants. I've seen him before, and the only person he's ever shown warmth to is that kid. He's a cold shell of a person. He can't possibly--"
"Malachai, please. You don't know him. He isn't...cold. Just quiet, I think. But I think I'm fa--"
"Don't even say it. I may get sick."
"Malachai, come o--"
"Don't. There are so many reasons this won't work out! He's a commander, for the King's sake! He has duties, obligations, wars to fight. Have you noticed he wears a sword, lately? Do you even bother looking at these detai--"
"I happen to like his sword, 'Chai."
"..."
Moments later, the boys' serious faces broke out into smiles and a gales of laughter filled the room. Ruehl, blushing madly, struggled to regain composure first.
"I meant the one on his belt, you dolt! I like that he's a commander," he explained breathlessly, a smile still painting his lips.
"I'm sure, Ru. I'm sure."
"MALACHAI! I'm serious!"
Smiling at his childhood friend in a teasing fashion before relenting, he shrugged.
"Whatever, Ruehl. You're going to be an amazing king."
[[ cool Hoyes. I'm so back. <3]]
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:01 pm
Alti scowled at the older male, the look in his golden-orange eyes purely venemous. "Promises can be broken..." he muttered slowly. "And Mother could find another escort..." he paused for a moment, then, running a hand through his own purple hair in an annoyed fashion. "Or five, more likely..." he added. "She'd throw a fit and probably ban you or something, but she'd get over it..."
As he had been talking, his eyes had roamed more around the room rather than fixing on the other. However, the moment the other's last comment registered, his firy-orange orbs immidiately fixed on the other, the scowl growing in prominence on his lips as his arms slumped down to rest angrilly on his hips - one hand first having to bat away the other's hand. "If you ever did that, I'd never forgive you," he said angrilly, mouth set in a firm pout. "There is no way in hell I'm ever marrying anyone. Ever, forced or not."
((xD Sona... you're hillarious. <3
And happy early birthday. I'll see if I can find time to draw up something for you. <3))
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:23 pm
Haar's grinned widened as he brought his previously slapped-away-hand up to mousey-brown hair. "I feel bad for your future love interest," he murmured with a sort of chuckle as he turned towards the door with a look of mild pain. "She'll want your little bright-eyed babies and you'll have to tell her, 'sorry girly, but I'm not getting married ever.' I feel for her, I really do," he said in a teasing manner, tugging bangs into a proper position.
"I'm glad to know that your mother wouldn't mind finding another escort for you if she had to though, that's very useful information," he added with a faded smile, his words a bit more forced as he leaned against the bed with tired eyed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:44 pm
Alti scowled again and then muttered, "Doesn't matter. S'not like anyone'd fall for me, anyway. Everyone here too afraid... or condescending. I frieking hate it." His eyes had invariably strayed down towards his feet - they seemed to do it quite often - but after several moments of silence, they raised to meet Haar's. "Who knows what that woman would do?" he asked absently. "I'm her son and I don't even know. She'd probably throw a fit, though, and then do something scathing... and then begin the whole 'pairing-up-the-son-routine" thing again." He rolled his eyes to show what he thought of that.((Eee. Look. I'm doing chibis of all my char's for my request thread. <3 Midas Helios Sayael Rosaline Jillian Dov Bo Penn Ea Alti Liao ShinOhyah... by the way, isn't about time for the whole Vi/Chang/Dov thing to resume? It's the next day....))
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 6:00 pm
[[Cute. And, yeah, I guess. XD]]
Haar couldn't help but sit down again with a stiff grin, red eyes boring into the wall as he kept himself from wincing. Rubbing at his side with a slight twitch of his expression, the soldier sighed before continuing, "I have no clue what your mother would do. I'm sure she'd only care for a while and then bounce right back to old, perky self," he said with a weak smile, his eyes lowered for a moment.
"Hell, I'd give you some advice but I don't think any I have to give is worthwhile. I've never had much luck with relationships, and now with the whole status restrictions I think I'll just try and turn celibate," he murmured, half-jokingly, dark red eyes flittering up to meet golden-orange before dropping once more.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 6:20 pm
After successfully changing the subject, Ruehl spent much of the evening listening actively to his friend recount his day in the village. Not having much of a chance to visit in a casual setting in the manner Malachai was able to, he liked hearing simply about the other's more common family and their traditions. Malachai was so dear to him. He was the brother he never had-- and a portal between the life of a prince and the life of a noble.
He trusted Malachai with his life, but more than that-- the other had his best interest at heart for what it was like to have someone lost in war. The merry fiery-haired teen sitting beside him had been adopted by his family for no other reason than the fact that his father gave his life for the King. Meanwhile, Malachai's devastated mother died from a complication from his birth. The Finnwen family was very closely tied to royal family and in a rare decision, the queen had insisted upon taking in the infant and raising him with her son. However, Ruehl tried to keep in mind the other might be a little sensitive about wars... and losing loved ones in them.
As the flames in the fireplace grew down to their lowest embers, Ruehl felt his limbs grow tired. He stifled a yawn.
"Tired?" kind blue eyes inquired.
"Mhmm," he nodded, fingers threading through crimson bangs and pushing them from his brow.
"Ah, I almost forgot to ask, then," Malachai announced, standing from his chair. He earned a confused gaze from his friend as he moved to help the prince to his feet.
"My dearest majesty, will you allow me to escort you to the Kingdom of Light's Winter Festival?"
Lips curving into a slightly crooked smile, Ruehl replied, "I'd thought you'd never ask."
"Well, I was thinking about asking Haar.... "
"You're horrible, and I'm too tired for this..."
Grinning madly as he walked off down the hall to their bedrooms Malachai replied, "I know. But I have to get you when you're tired or else I'll have some nasty burns. 'Night Ruehl."
Turning into his own chamber, the fire prince called back with a shake of his head, "Goodnight, 'Chai."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 6:56 pm
Here, it was Alti's turn to grin, bright eyes glinting. With these last words of Haar, he just might conceivably be acle to turn the tables. "Mmm... you know, something tells me the little blonde wouldn't be too happy about that," he remarked dryly, quite the evil grin in place on his lips. "And there are probably several others who would be none too happy about that decision...." His firy eyes were dancing. "But, you know, I could be wrong. Maybe you're just as hopelessly... hopeless as you say," he murmured, pausing for a moment as he tried to think up a good word -- and failing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 7:52 pm
[[Hokay n_n;; I don't really know how to continue on with this fantastic rping all by me lonesome. It's great and everything, but can we move forward to this festival? That'd be fantastic, really. I think we've all been anticipating it for a while now.]]
"Ruehl. Get up! Ruehl!" a familiar hand gently reached out to shake the sleeping fire prince.
However, it was not a hand as recognizable to the dreamlike state of his majesty and instead the royal put up resistance to stay in his content dream. "Nnn-mm..." he mumbled, a frown marring his brow. Again, he was shaken, "Nnnn..." Adjusting his head slightly to turn further into his pillow, his red locks spilled like blood over the fluffy pillow.
Prodded continually he breathed, "Leave me, 'lone Sh--"
A bright peridot eye flickered open to meet azure in the morning light.
"Hi, I'm Malachai," The orange-haired teen greeted him with a laugh.
Ruehl grumbled in a discontented fashion, before burying his blushing face completely in the pillow. Releasing a groan of frustration he then sat up in bed, brushing a hand over his hot cheek. "I was having a good dream-- you're completely evil. Malachai, you better run..." he laughed, sparks beginning to crackle at his fingers.
Practically jumping out of bed after his friend ran from his chambers, the prince had a small fireball swirling in his palm once he skidded out into the hallway. One corner, then another, another...
and Malachai was gone.
Or was he?
"Stupid magic of yours... why can't you play fair?" Ruehl pretended to pout.
In a shimmering wave of heat, the other reappeared behind the prince. "So what? I can use heat to my advantage if it prevents a scorch mark, thanks."
Alas, the other's magic did focus more around harnessing the use of heat and the use of mirages since he had not been blessed as strongly with Ruehl's gift of fire magic.
Scoffing, Ruehl avoided looking at his friend, "Maybe you shouldn't be sneaking up on sleeping people then."
Malachai shrugged it off, changing the subject. "Shall we have breakfast?" The prince consented.
Following a fine breakfast meal, Ruehl ordered off four servants to pack his and Malachai's belongings for the trip to the Light Kingdom and the duration of the festival. In the mean time, he suggested to the other that they check in on the recovering youth in Ceris's care.
"So... you want to play babysitter? Who is this kid anyway?" Malachai questioned uncertainly.
"No, he's the Commander's apprentice. His name is Peyton."
A choking sound as Ruehl referred to Haar by his formal title caused the prince to flash Malachai a warning glance. Clearing his throat, Malachai proceeded, "Okay, right. Got it. Peyton." He winked at Ruehl to reassure him before opening the door to the healing room for him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 3:11 pm
Haar frowned a bit, the description registering none too kindly. "A little blon- Peyton? Do you mean Peyton?" He asked, his expression growing to something less than pleased. "I didn't think it was that obvious. He's a little...attached to say the least. I think he's growing out of it, though," he mumbled, rubbing at his scar to hide the splash of red on his cheeks. He continued with an almost confused expression, "I highly doubt any ladies of the court would mind. They only seem to care about the latest fashion of shoes," he remarked with a half-grin.
"Celibate, it is, then," he murmured with a laugh, clutching his side with a stiffened grin as he did so. He needed to remember to stop laughing...
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The blond was hunched forward, seated in front of Ceris with a very pained expression on his near delicate features. Although he had slept quite nicely in his own bed the previous night, this morning the healer had forced him to the hospital quarters (which meant Xel had ended up carrying the blond over his shoulder the entire way) in order to have a check over of sorts. "Please, don't make me take tha-" The rest of his sentence merged into a mix of whines as the pale-eyed mage held out the fearsome looking pill with a determined expression. "I'm not going to have to pry your mouth open, am I?" Ceris asked in an almost belittling tone, waiting for the young teen to take the medicine.
"Pleeeease, please don't make me. I had five already and my stomach hurts and Haar's missing and--" The knight intervened by swiping the too large pill out of Ceris's outstretched hand.
"Look, kiddo, you don't have to take it, but if you pass out on my once today, it's over and I'm taking you home, you hear?" The knight pressed the medicine into the mage's hand before turning towards the blue-eyed teen. Xel flattened the boy's tousled bangs before stepping back as Peyton nodded slowly. "Fine," he mumbled, crossing his arms before giving the two a wary glance.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 3:35 pm
The blood-haired royal entered the room to see the two men watching closely over their blonde patient and gestured for Malachai to follow in behind him.
"Good morning, gentlemen," he smiled cheerfully, "We were just wanting to check in and see how Peyton was recovering." His bright eyes fell on the younger teen in question.
"Are you feeling any better?" he asked, walking closer to the trio.
Malachai stood in silence to the left of the prince's shoulder, watching the blonde in mild interest. He'd seen the kid tailing that cold commander like a pup would its master's heels... it almost amused him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:41 pm
((Aye aye. I was gonna do it anyway today... And for [my] sanity's sake, the twins will be in the same color... >>; wink )
Helios' bright blue eyes scanned the increasingly sunny sky above -- another perfect day, just wonderful for the second day of the festival. He smiled to himself, blond hair shining like flaxen gold in the morning air. "Mmm... Midas, isn't it lovely? Just lovely..." he murmured, glancing back at his brother before his eyes resumed their examination of the skies.
Midas nodded slowly, though Helios couldn't see it, and then said, his voice much quieter than his brother, "Yes... It is... nice." After several moments of silence, he walked carefully past his brother and on to the festival. It was still early and there were things to do before people started to really arrive. The first day was usually the tester -- mostly just natives. The second day would show the full bounty of joined Kingdoms....
Helios smiled at his departing brother's back, running a lightly tanned hair through his bright locks. He loved it when the sun was out and there was a nice breeze out -- it made him feel at peace, as if nothing could possibly be wrong.
The festival was opening grandly. There were already many booths setting up for the second day, all with various good from the seven kingdoms. There were many stages, as well, where groups and individuals could show off the many tallents of their Kingdom.
**
Alti shrugged then. "Well... suit yourself. S'not like I care either way." He grinned over at Haar for a moment and then his expression cleared, almost as if it had just been wiped blank. He turned away, then, and strode over to his closet. "But back to the topic of the festival. I thought you were all eager to take me so you could get away from here, hmm?" He pulled several things from the closet - just a few last minutes additions that Allora had prevented him from packing earlier when they had packed together, as well as putting back some things she had made him add. "Well... I've got pretty much everything together.... You, though... what are you gonna do for clothes and all?" he asked, finally turning back to glance at Haar.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 2:49 pm
Blue eyes darted upwards at the noise, fluttering around the room until they fell upon the two royals- well, almost royals. The one wasn't exactly related to the royal family, or so he'd heard from Haar and Ceris at one point. Peyton had also been told that the bright-haired young man had been in the palace even longer than the blond orphan- and Peyton had lived with Shay in the Fire Kingdom for a long time, since a little after his ninth birthday. Nevertheless, just like many of the royals, Peyton had never been exposed to so much of the Prince or his friend before... and the teen found it a little weird to say the least. He figured Ruehl needed to talk to Shay more concerning the tense conditions of their nation, but checking up on him was stepping over an invisible line he had never wanted crossed by any royal.
Shrinking back, the blond frowned until the brown-eyed knight rustled his knuckles against the teen's head in a teasing manner, "That's no way to greet a prince, 'specially one who is so concerned about you, kiddo," Xel muttered, lifting his hand at the blond made an attempt to swat at it. Scratching at perpetual stubble, the knight laughed a bit before turning towards the two. "Eh, the curse in his leg seemed to be lingering a bit, and was powered up when he ran off to the death kingdom. Curses and their origins are not a good mix for the victims," Xel explained before quirking a brow at the sulking boy. "And I thought a ranger, of all soldiers, would know that," he joked, ruffling the teen's already tousled hair.
Peyton shook off the knight's hand before looking up at Ruehl from his seat with a weak grin, which simply came out as a blank expression, "Yeah, I'm better," he mumbled, shifting his eyes downward. He was by no means an unintelligent boy, a boy who for most of his years at the castle had a crush on his teacher. And because of this crush, he tended to notice everything concerning Haar and it had become obvious that Ruehl was a little too fond of the red-eyed soldier.
Ceris grinned for the boy, "I'm surprised the both of you are still here, weren't you supposed to be visiting the Festival today?" He asked (disregarding the little soldier's grumble, 'And so were we').
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Haar shrugged a bit, red eyes following the teen a bit before whisking towards the window. He had been anxious to get back home, but the actual thought of traveling in the condition he was in made him cringe. "Not exactly sure. The only thing I had of my own is all full of holes, now. I can always have Ceris or Xel bring me up something. I know they'll be visiting the festival at some point, hopefully today to take a look around the kingdom before anything else," he murmured, his expression mildly troubled. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go through another fashion show with Alti's 'mother'.
"I will sorely miss not looking formal for the occasion, but I don't think I have a choice in the matter," he said in a joking manner, much appreciating the fact that he wouldn't have to wear any stiff uniforms or medals.
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