⤩̏ 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

/     cautious,  vigilant  pls

      — ( @warhand . )
            
                       +     annoyed  intro 

then  /  clearly  /  we  need  to  work  on  that   .   *   impudence  quite  often  irritated  the  king   .   so  much  that  near  outbursts  of  rage  at  uncooperative  soldiers   ,    the  favored  warrior  himself  would  steal  a  single  glance  toward  the  ruler   ,   and  they  would  be  reminded  of  the  consequences  that  lay  beneath  sudden  violence   .   he  in  no  way  had  ever  controlled  the  leader   ,     but  they  wished  to  relay  collected  indifference  about  him   .   so  they  removed  their  blade  from  his  jaw   ,   trailing  it  down  to  the  indent  of  his  collarbones  instead   ,   calculated   ,   cold   ,   absolutely  emotionless   .   
            
            their  heart  felt  crippled   .   /  matthew  /   ,   it  cried   ,    with  every  raw   ,   icy  tear   .   /  come  back  to  me  /   .   *   off  your  knees   ,   masters   .   and  look  me  in  the  eyes   .

only   when   i   know   i   can   do   better  .   *    something  glinted  in  his  orbs  that  certainly  wasn't  a  familiar  sight  during  a  sparring  match  such  as  this  ,   and  with  his  identity  now  being  revealed  so  suddenly   ,   he  couldn't  help  but  wonder  if  the  tension  between  them  now  was  mere  discomfort   ,   or  another  barrier  to  be  broken  .   *
            
            &̳.̳   ❪ @videtamare  ,  @videtmortem ❫
            ╱    lmao  look  who's  active 

as much as the demon ruler's words had pained him to hear,     he knew he had to keep this up,    whether he managed to best the king in a battle,   or if he himself had to surrender his own kingdom that he had established.  even if they were still unaware of his identity,   his yearning to finish this battle was evident in the way he fought,   quick,   swift movements,    that were executed without a second thought,   the stakes of such an important battle echoing in his mind.  as much as he simply wished to rip off the mask he wore and run into the arms of the ruler—   he knew he could not do it.  the legion could only imagine the punishment the both of them would receive if he broke the covenant that he made with such a tainted creature as death himself.. “loyalty,  is something i will always possess—  and i would never trade it for anything else..   even if it means my demise.”  with this third clash,    you could nearly see the uncertainty encircling jade orbs,   withdrawing whilst he landed a blow to their leg instead.   the chains that fate held him captive were nearly broken,    and he was not going to let anyone get in the way of his freedom—    of his love.
            
            ۪۪̥°    ꦿ    ۫։ຼ   @videtmortem

“promises reveal the / weakness / you so clearly embody,”   they snarled,   once-ethereal features warlike,    knuckles sharp and sanguineous against an iridescent sword of glass.   a trickling vein of crimson sliced down thick,   ashy eyelashes,   momentarily blinding oceanic oculars before a second,   then a third clash of blades resonated throughout the battlefield.   “loyalty means / nothing / to us outcasts!”

“i will not remove this   mask..    not until my task is complete.”   the masked legion lamented,    grasping his sword as he attempted to land another blow to the demon ruler,     determination evident in his sharp hues. “i made a promise—   and i refuse to break it!” 
            
             ۪۪̥°    ꦿ    ۫։ຼ   @videtmortem  

her face did not contort,   not immediately,   as many lovers’ would have upon loss of their second half.   but lucky said nothing;   simply felt her body sink,   everything suddenly so much / emptier / than she had imagined.   was this how it felt?   she wondered,   distant,   unresponsive,   blind to the world as each and every piece of / him / went limp in her arms.   her hand trembled,   still clinging to his,   praying for this all to be some kind of cruel game.   he was toying with her,   he / had / to be!   her warrior would not have left without a vicious battalion to fall within..
            
            but so he had.   and she could not help but see him as another failure of her own,   her shortcomings what caused his death,   her inability to protect him what had made this all possible.   the tears fell silent,   burning,   acid streaking through her skin and yet never touching his.   shoulders shook with the effort of withholding mournful cries,   forever fighting to retain her composure.   she was their king.   she needed to be strong;   fearless.
            
            but he was gone.   / gone /..
            
            she curled in around him,   quiet hiccups escaping bloody lips,   forehead gently tilting to brush his.   “i’m sorry..”   she whispered,   voice barely audible,   even among the stillness.   and those ever-fickle,   despairing words surfaced once more,   and she even more regretted silencing herself now.   
            
            “/ i love you /.”

“you will not lose me..”  matthew knew far better than anyone that he would not be able to hold on,    with the way he already felt himself declining—   both physically and mentally—  there was a war happening in his brain—  flashes of the memories that him and the ruler shared on the battlefield,    the softest of smiles gracing his features even as he felt himself slipping away. “i'll always come back,   master—   please,   just wait—  i promise you that i / will / return.”  his fingers interlocked with hers,   squeezing her hand tightly as if to reassure the queen—   even as he fell right before her very eyes.
            
            “i will come back for you,   / mi amor /.”
            
            ♱ * ❛ ID : ➳ @videtmortem

“then / stay /.     i do not—”     she pauses,     only for the fraction of an instant,     and still the moment feels too elongated to be reality.     the gloves flicker,     then fade,     leaving her ashen hands bare;     fingertips stroke back hair across his temple,     the second,     shaking palm supporting his head.     all this,     she thinks,     only to feel immense pain as he perishes—     eagerness and vigor swiftly vanishing by the second—     to this silent,     breathless plague.     her neck cranes downward,     spine aching as vertebrae crack and align themselves again,     forehead tilting into the warrior’s.     her warrior.     / hers /.     
            
            “/ i cannot lose you,     my love /..” 
            
            
            /          YO  DO  N O T  :’((   but  yeah  it’s  hot  af  you’re  right  
            also  spring  that  on  me  and  i’ll  end  someone  most  likely  myself—   what  i’m  saying  is  please  please  do  it  n  catch  luck  actually  leading  the  battle  alone  and  wishing  HE  WAS  THERE  and  then  b a m  there  ya  go

|        they!! are!!! matty is best babey tho and we all know it ♥️♥️

lucky’s eyes glimmered,   the sapphire shade trembling,   flickering—   and going out.   sweetened hot cocoa hues drifted over his form,   her wine-red locks spilling over her shoulders as she held one end of sheet over her body,   admiring his form even in the earliest hours of the morning.   “i would like that..”   she murmured,   shielding her eyes from the golden glow now illuminating pale,   rosy flesh.   one hand traced along matthew’s shoulder,   tender and slow,   savoring the feeling of his body for as long as she could.   

╱      IT TOOK A MIN TO GROW ON ME BUT TY UWU
            awwwwww but that's so bAbey wtf

..     how    do    i    know   it's   not   poisoned?
            
            ➹ ┃   ✕    ﹙@corvellas﹚

/         uhmmm     yes     pls 

@ruthlessimitator       ོ
            
            you    really     need     that    donut    man

the demon ruler paused ,   hesitant ,   but soon quickened his pace to match as they strode down the halls together .   usually ,   the waking had been inconstant ;   independent and of its own nature to when attacks came few and far between .   it was becoming a habit ,   and he would have told matthew off then and there had his gaze not been transfixed upon what he was being shown .   “   i —   ”   new armor .   all of it ,   set upon the stand ,   shining in the moonlight ,   crafted with the most skilled hands his people had to offer .   “   where did you —   ”   lucky had never before been rendered speechless in his time as a ruler ,   yet he hardly cared at all . 

yes,  yes—  right  this  way!  *  matthew walked towards the direction of his own chambers,  fingers trembling with a hint of nervousness even as he opened the door to reveal what was hidden behind these walls,   a nervous smile turning up the corners of his lips.  *
            
            /     it can be whatever you want it to be—
            ヽthis  your  id? ゝ✧ ⁽⁽ @videtmortem ⁾⁾ 

well ,     then   what   is   it ?     clearly   you ’ ve   no   intention    of   speaking   it   outright ,     so   you   might   as   well   show   me .