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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 11:33 am
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numineIN THE END ` JUST LIKE SOLDIERS ♕》*WE MARCH ON!
bad apple
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n×◞KING ⊰OF ( KEVAI ) *⇣EMPEROR OF ♕ARAMIL !
by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:CHAMPION OF ANTONY
In the bartender's perspective, it was anything but abnormal for what just happened to have happened. The nobles of Aramil rather enjoyed their secrets, their whispers, their sometimes public displays of affection. However for West this was strange. What made it so strange was that for once in his life he had no control. He always believed that seduction was not a method of enslaving or exploiting an individual, but making them quite elated. It made them tolerant of other virtues, and allowed them to embrace their desires in whatever way their body could allow. West always found a reason to be less than brave. He did not enjoy the risk in letting someone's mind be entirely free. That meant there was a chance of rejection, and an Incubi's worst nightmare was being rejected. But because of that fear he had never really known anything more than a shallow bond forged by a stimulation of the mind. He hadn't really known love, only lust. He knew how men were when they were not civilized, not thinking. They were just slaves to their bodies.
And in the wake of that, there was no love or joy, nor anger or fear. There was just nothing. It was empty, and over again he watched these empty relationships detach from him, often times the people connected to them resenting him simply as if to spite him for being who he was. From that there was more than nothing. There was a fetid feeling in his heart that weakened him. And, much like with Akeem, he had never really gotten over these instances. They both knowingly went into relationships with their best interests in mind, and they did not return well from it. It was a lesson well learned.
The results of West's somewhat brave endeavors were unsure at best. Akeem felt something, he knew that. West could feel desire as if it were a gust of summer-born air. Akeem leaned in, and West reacted, his skin caressing the Djinn's lower lip. He bit slightly, then opened his eyes as the peach-skinned man reeled back. He stared in anticipation of what he might say. Then he spoke, and West wasn't fully aware of how he should even reply. "Never . . . ?" He had a few guesses, but one seemed more relevant than the others. "Not all too presumptuous. It's been a while after all." A smile faintly encroached on his lips, and he laughed slightly. He waved the bartender to leave the room, briefly pointing up at the clock; it was time for him to leave anyway.
When he left and shut the door behind him, he threw away his reservations and leaned in, slightly. He slowly slid his hand over the tabletop, his palm smoothing over the material. Perhaps uninvited, he took a grasp of Akeem's hand in his own, and held tightly as if to show support. "You'll spend a thousand years apologizing if you try to cover for me. Don't be sorry." The demon sighed, and lowered his eyes momentarily. This was a very long and drawn out moment, and it was difficult to deal with. It was ironic because it was so easy to initiate this mess, all he needed to do was ignore his senses for a moment. "I kind of put us into a rut," he said.
"Sorry about that." With those words, the Emperor tensely, awkwardly grinned.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 4:57 pm
Akeem was not at all ashamed about never having done this before. Life wasn't a rush and he had plenty of years to explore whatever the hell was going on here. The Djinn remained quiet for a bit as the bartender was signaled to leave. His cup of lemonade had created a little circle of water around it from the condensation happening outside of the glass. With one finger Akeem pushed a few droplets around as he waited for the sound of the door closing. He had been keeping his eyes on the melting ice in the cup but turned to see West once more when the younger man reached for his hand. Akeem accepted the gesture naturally, not wanting to come off as a prude. He was just so unsure of himself at the moment. There were too many variables and Akeem frankly did not know what West was actually looking for. It probably was not what the captain was searching for. "I do not mean to say I did not want this to happen." Akeem mulled over his words slowly, trying to be sure he did not give of a notion that he did not truly mean. "I only mean I have never done this before. I, I've never pursued these carnal pleasures for the sake of pleasure. It is a new idea, but I am willing to...test." Akeem reached a hand up and pushed it through his hair, letting out a breath and then smiling at West easily. He reached out and gripped the king's shoulder lightly out of the want to comfort the demon. "Do not be sorry. I am capable of separating my job from my social life. Whatever this may or may not turn in to will not affect my work, nor the respect I have for you." Akeem said with complete honesty. This was a new road for him but he was too much of a good little soldier to be an a** and ******** it up over an emotional tie. Or a physical one.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 6:32 pm
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numineIN THE END ` JUST LIKE SOLDIERS ♕》*WE MARCH ON!
bad apple
xxx
n×◞KING ⊰OF ( KEVAI ) *⇣EMPEROR OF ♕ARAMIL !
by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:CHAMPION OF ANTONY
West sighed, and shut his eyes. He felt like all of the tension was tightening his ability to think, but over time it passed away and he was allowed to relax. His fingers still locked with Akeem's, a sort of conduit where he could direct his emotions into the Djinn. He cleared his throat, and looked to the side. "I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do. So with that in mind I'm going to let you go for now, Akeem. Okay?" He let go of his hand, and leaned in to give him a hug. It was a strong, firm grab, and he very gently pulled away. "I don't want you to rush to an answer. You should give yourself time. Get some rest. If you come to some conclusion, then come find me. If it's in the morning, I'll be in the dining room. On the afternoon, I'll be on the throne. In the evening, I'll be in my room. Whatever the time, I'll be here. You have the freedom to go where you want, so hopefully you won't feel inhibited from using the palace at your leisure." He then reached into his pocket, and placed a key on the table, by Akeem.
"I was meaning to give this to you. I've readied a room for you in the west wing. It's fairly distinct from the others, and it's more than private enough for you to live and do your duties. I just thought you might enjoy that idea on days where you and the other councilmen will need to keep in close contact. Or you and me. Either." He stood up, and slowly began to walk for the door. His palm smoothed over Akeem's shoulder as he passed by him, though it returned to his side when he had gone. When he opened that door, all he could see was a blur; it was mixed in with a confusion, one that posed why he even did all that he did. He had let the demon control the man, yet again. That was how it always went.
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In the courtyard, Isis was approached by a woman; that Mer from before, the one West had sent to find the answer to Aramil's greatest ail: the death of the demon witch, Kaminae. She curtsied to both say hello and show her appreciation, when Maria told her of the discovery of two essential pages. "Store the pages you discover in the missions bunker. It's the safest place for such things to go to. And just to be sure, make copies of them. I'd prefer to use the originals just in case the answer is in the pages rather than their words, but if things go sour then we could use a back-up." With that, her mind had detached itself from the mission aimed for the sea, and more on this destruction that Maria had performed. The woman sighed, recalling that there was indeed a mission like that on the board. "That is unfortunate. It certainly doesn't cooperate with West's agenda. But nevertheless I will reward you for it. We'll just have to be sure to remove that from the board." The royalty of Aramil was nothing if not fair. West would've reacted to Maria's information in the same way, though he would've been a little disturbed by the fact that she chose such a strange mission to flex her muscles.
Isis was not entirely like West, though. There was something that he would never add, that she would, and was about to. She was more scheming, a woman entirely willing to abandon honor and glory. She was not the Empress, so she could do as was necessary for the good of Aramil. There were no appearances to keep.
"If you're interested, I have a mission that will both benefit you and me." Her face became very stern, her fingers locking together as her arms tied near her navel. "It regards the royalty of that nation that you so recently assaulted." She looked Maria in the eyes. "His name... is Devrin," she began. "And he is a fool. He was bolstered through the ranks by crisis, and West has been content to leave his incompetent a** on the throne to weaken Yuran. Frankly I believe that it's a smart idea, but there is another idea that is slightly more... vicious that could be more to our interests." This was where the scheme played, and Isis was eager to invite someone worthy to accept this task.
"I have certain friends in Yuran. Friends not entirely competent themselves. Friends who are hungry, ravenous for the throne that their racist, bumbling fool sits upon. They would very much like to see the throne granted to them. They are of noble lineage and hold sway; duchies, counties, great trade nodes and bands of mercenaries. Surely the swift passing would allow these friends of mine to rise and act as they dream; they would get the opportunity they've wanted. They could kill each other and deplete the power of Yuran. Better yet, when one of the vicious cunts eventually does obtain the throne, they'll be sure to send Aramil their sympathies. It would be a weak ally for us to keep, but an ally nonetheless. We could keep them in our sphere of influence, perhaps even spread our borders to the far-east with our tendrils. I think it would be most wise to allow this to unfold, don't you?" She raised her hand, and opened her palm; inside, another decree, but one not signed by West. "If you fulfill this task, then you will be expert. Kill this fool of a King, and let the chaos of hell consume that plague of a nation."
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 12:20 pm
Maria was glad she was acknowledged in finding two of the missing pages. That in itself was thought to be impossible by some skeptics who barely even believe in their existence. As for her expedition to Pronta, she recieved her compensation for that, which she was glad about. Isis was a fair woman indeed. She had gone against the "agenda" of West, which Maria had utterly no knowledge of. She had just done a mission off of the board. Simple as that. It did, however, somehow alert her to the fact that she had now killed a bunch of people for no reason, terrorist style. However, she was acting as a soldier then, and that prevented her from actually being too far into terrorist space.
Somehow, the Mer could feel that Isis wasn't done with her, so she didn't leave. Maria had been doing some growing up, and realized that the mountain of Kaminae would one day be climbed. And there would be more to look forward to. She would be free to really explore and fight on behalf of her new home after Kaminae died. She'd have to develop a life that wasn't centered aroudn vengance. It was for that reason, that she was indeed interested in putting the hunt on hold todo another mission, this one directly from Isis.
A fool king rules that broken nation? Well that would explain how easily she waltzed in and then ballroomed out. Isis's specific choice of words made Maria all the more interested, which was evident by the sparkle in her eyes. What became clear was that Isis felt confident enough in Maria's skills that the she had offered her a solo mission, not only to go to another Nation and kill an important figure there, but to kill the king. And what was so juicy about it was the plan she had! They would be effectively destroyed by this chaotic act, and the resulting entropy would send them into an even weaker state than Aramil was by existing within the borders of Kaminae-influence. And after the smoke settled, Aramil would no doubt have another nation as it's ally.
She was practically giddy by the last sentence, and that shoved her over the edge. "You can count on me, milord!" She interjected taking the decree as Intent swooped low and she jumped to his back. The dragon was just as eager as she was to get back to Yuran now. He flew fast towards the border, leaving Isis alone again as she had been before. Maria, in the air, steered the dragon towards the Helicanth. She was going to be certain of her readieness, and by that she meant to train just a few more techniques. After that, she would head on her way to the Great Ocean and get going to the mountain city.
-Exit-
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 2:40 am
As West left Akeem to have some time alone, the Djinn did much of the same. He at first secured the halls and entry ways of the palace and then went forward to summon his best men. He was feeling the need to get out, to feel the air on his skin and maybe even work up a good sweat. What he had gotten himself into very nearly killed him. But it was all worth it. Another page had been collected and Aramil was one step closer to ridding themselves of the wicked Sea Witch Kaminae. If all Akeem had to do to secure the future of his nation was occasionally take a beating and dance with death he would go out and do so every night.
This night Akeem felt like he needed a rest. His body was still aching from his adventure and West had told him the other day that he now had his own room. It was a queer feeling, possessing something one had never actually owned before. Akeem had lived in barracks for as long as he could remember, the thought of privacy was almost alien to him. It took him a moment to find his room but West was right, it stood out. It seemed overly opulent to the Djinn, though he was used to only having a pillow and coarse covers. So when he slid the key into the lock and it turned, Akeem hesitated. He had come so far in life. Here he was now, a warrior turned into some sort of political figure. He had power, even if only a little. Men looked up to him and expected the words that came out of his mouth to be words of guidance. Akeem opened the door and stepped in side. The door shut behind him and for a moment all he could do was take in the setting. The room was lavishly decorated; a rug so soft Akeem figured it was probably more comfortable than the bed he had been sleeping on for years. There was furniture crafted by what must have been the most skilled carpenters and paintings formed from what had to be the imagination of the gods themselves. The bed was so tall and soft the Djinn did not even want to touch it, for fear of breaking it or falling through. He turned and noticed a bathroom and quickly made his way to that. Akeem slowly stripped off his clothes, discarding the vest he had chosen for his expedition and tossing away his pants and shoes. There was a bath drawn for him already and the water was warm. Akeem slipped inside and almost passed out immediately. This life style was very comfortable, but he knew it was not truly him. In silence Akeem bathed, ridding himself of the sweat and filth of the day. Once he was finished he climbed naked into the bed, closing his eyes for a moment. He tried to sleep, yet that sweet embrace of the night evaded him.
There was something that had been on his mind all day and seemed infinitely more imperative than the death of a god or even a good night's sleep. Akeem exited his room after dressing and made his way to West's chambers without hesitation. He looked like crap at the moment, fresh from battle and having received just enough healing to walk on his own. Parts of his body were bruised and cut and the wound on his head looked ready to split at a moment's provocation. Yet there was an energy about him, an air of urgency. He rounded the corner hastily and almost came face to face with the men he had stationed to guard the emperor. With a nod and quick words he dismissed them. Akeem walked up to West's door and took the handle in his hand, not yet turning it. Inside it was silent though Akeem had a feeling West was not sleeping. "In the evening, I'll be in my room." That had certainly been an open invitation and Akeem knew they both knew what would happen if he opened this door.
The thought of it alone made him feel a stirring of sorts, deep in his abdomen. He looked down at his soft white pants and took in a breath. Akeem was far too old for childish anxieties and nervousness. He knew exactly what he could bring to West. So with a soft knock Akeem opened the door and stepped inside. He stood at the door for a moment and met West's eyes, a deep look set into his eyes. The Djinn slowly walked across the room, his shoulders straight and his head up as if he was on display. The skin over his body was taut and smooth in the places where he was not wounded. His muscles flexed and moved with his motions until Akeem paused. With deft and sure hands he reached up to his next and pulled at the string holding his vest together. The man ready for something new fluidly undid the garment and let it slip from his shoulders, all the while keeping eye contact with West. "I am ready, my emperor." Akeem said in a soft tone. He spoke the words as if discussing a topic best kept from the masses, a hush of tones and an utterance of carnal cravings. "I am ready, West." Akeem finished, raising his head slightly and closing his eyes. Despite his confidence in the matter it had been an ungodly long time since the Djinn had even partaken in matters of the flesh. West on the other hand was an incubus at one point, a creature bred for these matters. Akeem would let him lead and take the reins when he felt it appropriate.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 10:40 am
nu███████ XXX ███████ XXX ███████ XXX ███████
numineIN THE END ` JUST LIKE SOLDIERS ♕》*WE MARCH ON!
bad apple
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n×◞KING ⊰OF ( KEVAI ) *⇣EMPEROR OF ♕ARAMIL !
by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:CHAMPION OF ANTONY
In his dreams, there was something else. It was not just him, his demon's soul, grasping and stretching outwards to discover the fancies of the others near him. There was another force there that constantly followed him, and a light that beckoned him; it wanted to draw him in, and while he was anxious to see where it led, he was afraid to take that leap. It could kill him, he believed. It could be a trap by the demons, to draw him to hell and destroy him. He feared the punishment for his actions. No matter what he did, he would always be a demon. He could not escape that. An angel could not cure him of that. It was his stain, his mark, and because of that he would never be complete. He was a walking abortion, a demon mixed with sinful energy and angelic energy. He was nothing but a giant conflict in and of himself.
"And yet I will live," he said, opening his eyes. "Yes, West." A voice spoke. "You will. That's the choice you've always made." He was surprised by the voice, it put him off. But what surprised him the most was that when he opened his eyes, he did not see the familiar things of his room. Instead, he saw great light, flowers, marble, clouds. He was in a castle in the sky, almost like that city where he used to reside. Sutami. The man in front of him was like nothing he'd ever seen before. It was a brown-haired creature with very long grey wings, extravagant garbs though most of his body remain exposed. He had a mark on a shoulder plate much like West had his own, but his said "I", or "1", and that signified something incredibly important. He was very muscular, honestly quite attractive, though something told West that angels weren't entirely absorbed in such vain things. They had managing the world to think about, after all. "Antony." He guessed. He swallowed hard, trying to take things in. He was not tired somehow, or disoriented. Just taken back by the residence that must've... somehow... been heaven.
"That I am," he replied. "You didn't want to come here," he said solemnly. "I can understand that. A demon in heaven, that's more dramatic than a werewolf in London Fraxen. I wanted to see you for a while, though. I can tell that you -" Antony stopped. He stopped moving, stopped speaking. Then in a few moments, he spoke again. He took a breath of air, and sighed. "There's someone at your door, honey bumpkins. We'll talk later." The demon felt a shock, a surge that returned him to the waking world. He awakened just in time to watch the Djinn enter his room, both of their eyes flickering; West was still disoriented some, but he was excited to see what he was indeed seeing. He watched as Akeem peeled his vest away, revealing his athletic body - though there were bruises and cuts all over his flesh. West frowned at the sight of that, and bit his lower lip. It was not that it was unattractive to him, it was that he knew somehow that he was responsible for each and every one of those physical wounds.
He wanted to make him feel better. Akeem as well desired the same. I am ready, West, he said. West was flattered to guess what he might be ready for, it was something he had not asked, offered or recommended. Akeem came to desire this on his own accord, with not a hint or pinch of seduction; not a twist of demonic energy moving through his skin.
The Emperor was wearing only a cloth shirt, it was to relax him and keep his skin warm without feeling like a plate of armor, smothering him. In the day he was expected to wear so much; all of these materials, these tapestries, these capes of fur and plates of steel. He preferred himself to be what he was; a soldier, a man. And when the time came for the man to embrace his demon, he did not flinch. He pulled his shirt rather aggressively over his head, and smirked excitedly at the Djinn. "Akeem," he called his name. He said it with something akin to joy, as if he were a soldier returning home from a hundred years of war. The Emperor stood up and stepped to him, wrapping his arms around his back, embracing him, then pulling him back to sit against West over the bed. The demon kissed and licked near his shoulder, on his collarbone, and often his neck. He was ravenous when showing affection, a trait he'd picked up from his more emotional half.
Then, his palm touched the man's abdomen, and the first touch would send shockwaves of pleasure through the Djinn's body. He would feel entirely at the mercy of his carnal desires, his muscles relaxed and his blood rushing down below. West intended to make this the best it could be. He was a desire demon, which made him better than any other person in the world at this very practice. He was resolved. His hands smoothed over all of the bruises and the cuts covering the Djinn's body, and one by one he relaxed each and every patch of pain and let Akeem feel welcome to his own flesh.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 2:25 pm
Akeem watched the Emperor rise from his bed dressed only in a shirt. To see him tear it from his body brought another stirring in the Djinn. He freely let his eyes take in every inch of the demon before him, starting from his eyes and ending at the joining of his legs. His shining eyes flicked back up when West called out to him in such a way that had Akeem feeling like the king had been waiting for him. He felt a stiffening begin as his new companion approached, pulling him in and tasting him. Akeem's lips parted and he tilted his head back, exposing more of his neck and chest to West. A heady breath came from those lips. This was infinitely more different than any time Akeem had before. It's not that it was full of love and intense passion, but it was exhilarating. As West pulled the Djinn down on top of him he could not stop his hands from wandering.
At first Akeem merely held onto West's broad shoulders. He felt the muscles, dips and concaves and everything beneath his fingertips. The demon before him had the body of a warrior underneath the facade of clothing and armor he was normally seen in. The Djinn's hand gripped West's arm when he felt his palm against his abdomen. A moan of sorts escaped from Akeem's throat at the touch; it felt as if he had been electrified with passion. He arched his back and opened his eyes to watch West come in contact with each and every remnant of Akeem's battle. Each time he was touched Akeem felt the rushing of blood head south. His thoughts became less and less coherent and more a feeling here, or a want there. The Djinn rolled his shoulders backward and welcomed the lack of his aches and pains.
A sudden, throaty growl came from Akeem as he put a hand on West's chest, close to his neck. He pushed his king down on his back and stayed straddled on top of him for a moment. It wouldn't be hard for the demon to see that Akeem was proverbially rock solid. The Djinn leaned forward and placed his lips against West's chest, sucking on it lightly before kissing it just as soft. He reached up and grasped the back of West's neck, pushing his fingers up into his hair. Akeem leaned forward and planted his lips onto West's, a bit rough at first though he quickly got into the motion. The Djinn parted his emperor's lips with his tongue and pushed it in. On the way out Akeem took West's lip between his teeth. The Djinn sat up and lifted himself up slightly, and then took to rocking his hips back and forth very slowly. It was almost as if Akeem was testing the waters, wanting his body to feel all of West's before delving into the deeper portions of each other.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 3:00 pm
nu███████ XXX ███████ XXX ███████ XXX ███████
numineIN THE END ` JUST LIKE SOLDIERS ♕》*WE MARCH ON!
bad apple
xxx
n×◞KING ⊰OF ( KEVAI ) *⇣EMPEROR OF ♕ARAMIL !
by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:CHAMPION OF ANTONY
His face relaxed as the Djinn let his hands move free; he smoothed his fingertips over his flesh, his abdomen, his pectorals, his back. Everything. Just as West covered Akeem in a trail of feelings, passions and pleasures, the Djinn reciprocated. And in response, West allowed him something different than he ever could've experienced. The demon leaned back slightly, his chest covered in kisses and slight trickles of sweat and saliva. Then, his eyes stared intently into Akeem's, and he parted his lips slightly. As the Djinn leaned in to kiss him, both of them were ignited by an energy; it drove the feelings in them wild, throwing their minds into a drug-like intoxication by pleasure. The Demon King gripped Akeem's hips and grinned, then willingly let his tongue slip through the part of his lips where the two men continued to kiss ravenously as the rest of them ached with pleasure.
In the next few moments when the kiss was released, as Akeem bit his Emperor's lower lip and began to rock against his body, the Emperor devoted his thoughts to ensuring the sweetness of the moment. Akeem's thoughts, his sight, would begin to narrow. His desire and everything about him would be refined into one feeling; the lust for West, the pleasure in his body. He would see and feel only West, think of only West. It would be as if he was the only thing in the entire universe, from now until the moment when West let it all go. The Emperor caught his lips again, and kissed him passionately as the Djinn rocked back and forth. The Emperor and his marshal were both equally solid, and as he felt the grinding against his trousers that only magnified for the demon. He pulled Akeem closer to him and embraced his body, then with his fingers carefully pulled away at his strings and buttons to remove of his material barrier. All that remained was a pair of white briefs, and a bulge.
"Akeem," he called his name again. He wanted him, needed him. That truth was in his voice, in the subtle change of pitch that came with intense desire. He crawled back further against the bed with his arms, and reversed positions to instead dominate over the Djinn. He undid his pants and left him in a similar state as the Emperor; exposed, with nothing but a fragile barrier separating the two. He gripped the man's sides with his arms, holding him up and stepping off and away from the bed entirely. He held the large man in the air, wrapping his legs around the demon's waist and kissing his lips as he moved closer to the wall, to a place where he could press Akeem back against. He had become fully dominant, embracing his nature, embracing his ability to submit someone to the pleasure that he could. He had been lost in the moment.
When Akeem's back made content with the wall, his mouth opened and he smiled hungrily. His lips embraced his cheekbones, and he lunged forward to bite and suck at the Djinn's neck. He kicked off his briefs, ripped away Akeem's, and then captured his lips and his tongue once more before he embraced the end of their physical separation.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 8:41 pm
For awhile after the deed was done Akeem lay awake in West's bed. His chest rose and fell steadily, his eyes staring into the darkness of the room. A whole lot of nothing was on his mind, especially after what he had just did. The Djinn had learned a lot about himself in terms of what he likes, and a lot about West. Akeem absentmindedly rubbed his own stomach, up and down very slowly as he collected his thoughts. He had been sore and tired before, but now he was definitely exhausted. Yet his mind was completely alive, as if someone had lit all the fires in his inner temple. A sigh was heard when Akeem turned to his side to look at West. The man next to him seemed just as complacent and fulfilled, and that was heartening. Akeem had been new to this, at least with a man, but he had picked up on what to do fairly quickly. Akeem reached out a hand and touched West on the arm. His voice sounded incredibly loud as it cut through the silence. "Thank you, West. I feel as if I know myself better." The Djinn said before lapsing into a silence.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 5:08 am
nu███████ XXX ███████ XXX ███████ XXX ███████
numineIN THE END ` JUST LIKE SOLDIERS ♕》*WE MARCH ON!
bad apple
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n×◞KING ⊰OF ( KEVAI ) *⇣EMPEROR OF ♕ARAMIL !
by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:CHAMPION OF ANTONY
When it was over, his eyes fell into the sea of stars that he had been welcomed to long before. He looked to other worlds in his dreams, in his thoughts, his imagination only limited by just that. He wandered into something else, though -- into Akeem, his dreams, his thoughts. Strangely enough he felt welcome to explore, though everything was a blur for the moment. He could see what he often did with others; meadows of gold like during the fall, forests of black for times of sadness and then a clearing full of places and people from memory. It was the sea that was the mind, open to him. It was a desire demon's prerogative, and it was always something that he found exceptionally riveting. Each person had a million stories, they had hardships that you didn't think of when you passed them by. He wasn't exactly a peace-lover or a romantic, but it was something important to remember. It helped him understand why people did what they did, and how to stop them from acting against their best interests. Or simply West's.
In Akeem's case, West only wanted to see what he thought about. Right now, he was somewhat confused, mostly just curious about the new... avenue he'd embraced. It was not about West being a man, and yet that's what it was all about. He wanted a legacy, even though he was cursed to kill for it. West could understand that as well. He'd always wanted a son too. Someone he could educate about the ways of the world, protect. He wanted someone who he could show everything to; what was wrong, what was right. What was your choice to decide. What other people wanted to take from you. He did not have someone to give that to him. But the fantasy was so much easier in the reality, just like in the phantasm of Akeem's mind. The forest of auburn leaves were there, but he couldn't just summon that any moment he desired. When the reality came, people uncovered that things were simply much more difficult than they'd dreamed.
When Akeem touched his arm, his sight faded from the fantasy world. He turned to look at the freshly... divested face of his companion, and smiled slightly at the corner of his lips. "Ever formal, aren't you?" He teased, though it was true that Akeem was very formal. Even West, being the Emperor, tended to diverge from that path when in private. Though he didn't mind the feature. It fit his very stoic, loyalist personality. Akeem was the type of man that could not be complete with some parts different than the other. He was true to form, always true to form. It was what made him, him.
"I want to ask you something," he said. "In truth I would be lying if I did not say that this nation has been shaken. You've seen the rebellion, the insurrection, the carnage and the cruelty that takes place in our walls. Every day it's like that. And it won't be long before it spreads across the sea -- the people of Kevai may grow violent as well, or perhaps they will simply not deign to associate with such a violent nation. They have received little of our attention, mostly because they've been peaceful and willfully progressive. But that won't last. They need a real leader who can offer them the attention they deserve. They deserve a man like you to lead them, Akeem." The demon smoothed his body slightly across the bed, crawling on top of the Djinn and planting a kiss on his lips. His face rose to look down on the Djinn's, and he stared into his eyes. "I don't need just a marshal, or a Captain. I need a King. You and your family will lead that Kingdom from this time until the end of the world, standing above all the others as House Malek." He knew it was a large request, but one he could offer to no one else. He had been waiting for a long time to find two specific elements living together in harmony; loyalty, and competence. Akeem was certainly blessed with both. In return, the Emperor could only look one way.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 1:18 am
Akeem was very quiet when West spoke. At first he felt a sense of pride at being selected for such a task. Him, a simple soldier was to be raised as king! It felt like some sort or righteous confirmation that West actually believed in him, and trusted him. The Djinn could see it now; his house proudly standing before Kevai, leading them to a better tomorrow. But that image turned to ashes before his very eyes. He looked down to the floor with a sour expression on his face. There was no way for him to ever be a truly good king. He was already half way through his life. Even if he ruled Kevai with a just hand for the next one hundred and seventy years there would never be a legitimate heir of his to lead afterward. "No." Akeem said softly, before maneuvering himself out from underneath West and rising to his feet.
Akeem walked across the soft carpet without a ward, straight to the balcony doors. He threw them opened and shivered lightly at the night time air. The Djinn walked out onto the mezzanine and put his hands on the railing. In the moonlight his skin almost seemed human tone. He looked down at his hands and took in a breath, turning back to peer into West's room and speak to him. "Even you have falsified your story so that you are apart of a family. I have none, West. When I am gone, the Malek line will cease and we will fade to memory." Akeem turned and looked up to the big pale orb in the sky. He would fade with time like so many others. That had been one driving force for the Djinn. He wanted to make an impact in this life, even if it was something as small as bringing home troops or as big as taking down a god. Akeem had accepted that his actions would be his legacy, not his children.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 3:53 am
nu███████ XXX ███████ XXX ███████ XXX ███████
numineIN THE END ` JUST LIKE SOLDIERS ♕》*WE MARCH ON!
bad apple
xxx
n×◞KING ⊰OF ( KEVAI ) *⇣EMPEROR OF ♕ARAMIL !
by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:CHAMPION OF ANTONY
When the Djinn rejected, he was not surprised. Akeem was not an ambitious man, he was a humble soldier. He was also not born into nobility, or the education that would show him how to lead. Even so West asked, even knowing he'd reject. Because West had been brought to a narrow corridor where two doors lied; the door of truth and risk, or of lies and assurance. He had a solution to Akeem's eternal torment -- but the problem was, it was a solution that would most likely divert his Captain away from his gaze. The solution was tongues, an ability that he had picked up by the most prestigious Judie. It would change Akeem's biology -- a scientific element -- through magic, which was entirely soaked in the actions of higher powers. The question was though, did he want to offer this solution so freely? In West's life, he had been infinitely taken advantage of. He had always watched as his lovers betrayed him, and in response he did not fight back. He wept for them, and tried desperately to get them to see the light. Just like with Akeem, he never expected the change.
But perhaps it was time to start expecting. Akeem had said no, he would not take the Kingdom. West could either simply concur and move on, or give him a method to continue his line with the risk of watching him run away with some trollop, or use Kevai against his liege. He had seen so much betrayal that all of these had become clear possibilities. He watched the Djinn as he stepped from the bed, and slowly walked into the moon's gaze. The Incubus followed him, standing over the balcony and looking upwards to the city, where the people roamed.
There were only two choices. There was only one to be chosen. And so he made his decision. "There is another way," he said. "I can change you." He took the man's hand, though he did not turn his head. He tried to find ways to explain what he meant by this change. "When I was younger, I met a wicked woman called Lust; a Sin, my true mother. The matron of my kind. She taught me a secret unknown to many of my brothers -- a pervasive ability meant to spread my kind to the four corners. It's called tongues. It's just a kiss, that's all it takes. In exchange for one kiss with an Incubus, your body will be changed. You will only produce Incubi with your partner for the rest of your life. For you, this would work as well. You would not produce a dozen children at once, just one. Your lover would not have to die. You could have a family." He began to speak faster the longer he spoke. He was determined to finish, even though he feared his words.
He wanted to trust someone. He wanted to really trust someone and not be betrayed. For his entire life that was a dream of his. With Akeem, he would risk again, whether for good or ill.
He sighed. "As for me, I stand alone. My identity is a lie, though my 'brother' Gaston is forced to accept this lie. I will have no heir. I am content with that. One thing I would always caution you is that if you have a son like me -- a demon -- you will have to remember that he will be evil first and kind second. He will think very much like me; for his own interests, jealously and hungrily. But he can be made to be good. In time." He didn't know what this meant for their dynamic. In honesty West didn't come to lie with Akeem because he wanted the pleasure. It was because honestly, for his whole life, he always needed someone. Someone he never had. And from the second he was born until the second he died he knew he'd never be able to just put it to them like that. He was too afraid of what they might see, an Emperor turned into a broken man.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 9:17 am
Akeem did not turn when the demon approached. He did not want to have to look at him with a sad and pitiful expression. West made the Djinn happy and that was all Akeem wanted to show him. Despite this positive thinking he could never seem to escape his fate. Everywhere he turned that phantom family of his stared back at him. Now it kept him from becoming more and leading a kingdom. How cruel of a being must one be to fashion another to harm their loved ones in such a terrible way. All Djinn were marked with this and it seemed none could escape it. Either you had to give into your darkness and knowingly take the life of a woman or remain childless forever. Often times Akeem found himself dreaming of his seven childrne and wife. What if she never had to die and the curse was never placed? He saw himself and those boys so many times, training, playing, and living happily. But it was only a wish, one that this Djinn couldn't make happen.
West's warm hand in Akeem's had him hesitant to turn. Would the emperor think him weak for crying? There were times when this weight seemed so vast Akeem thought his knees would give out and he would fall. So as West spoke Akeem stared into the distance, not seeing anything in particular. There was an eery silence after the king stopped speaking. Akeem's hand tightened and he very slowly turned to look West right in the eyes. With an enigmatic look on his face Akeem took a step back from West and released his hand. The Djinn closed his eyes and thought deeply on what had been offered to him. West had the power to take away the evil inside of Akeem for good. He would not have to destroy to create. Even if the only children he could have were incubus ones this was incredibly profound to him. The one thing Akeem had wanted for literally one hundred years was merely a kiss away.
Akeem turned to West and wrapped his arms around the man tightly. The Djinn took a steadying breath and blinked back tears. He released him and took both of West's hands in his own. Akeem raised them up and kissed each of them softly. "Thank you, West. You truly are an incredible being. For many years I not only believed there was nothing that could be done for my affliction, but I accepted it as well. You have shown me a different path from what I once believed, and even helped me know myself better." Akeem's words were at first wavering with his emotion, but he steeled himself and became fervent in his speech. "If I was to never see you again after this night for the rest of my life, I would never forget you. You have given me more than I have ever had; a purpose, my pride, the chance to have a family." Akeem clapped his arm to his chest in a sudden salute as he spoke. "Even if I am just your soldier, your momentary companion, or your friend, you mean a lot to me. You are wrong, you do not stand alone."
Akeem was actually smiling out of elation at the end of his heartfelt dialogue. With a laugh on his lips the Djinn leaned forward and kissed West like a shy lover, just a quick brush. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head, reining in his sudden emotional outburst. Akeem almost snorted as he came to a quick conclusion. "Even if this happens, even after all my waiting, I do not know if I am actually ready for that. I...messed up once. I cannot- No, will not rush anything. If the gods saw it fit to lead me to you and receive this gift, then they will lead me again when it is time. I've waited one hundred years, I can wait another hundred if necessary." Akeem said with a shrug. He looked at West out of the corner of his eyes and faintly smiled. "Besides, I like where I am now." Now Akeem had something he did not have for many years; Hope.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 12:23 pm
Within a few days Maria had returned home to her city of the Ocean. She had been home, showered and slept, changed clothing, and now wandered through the city in a blue dress, barefoot as usual. Her mood could not be worse on this day. For once, she felt like a Mer, fascinated by everything and just simply overjoyed with life itself. As she basically skipped through the city, her dress fluttering up here and there like those kinds of dresses tend to. She was getting odd, scared looks from some people, but others, including those from the military, simply smiled incredulously at the sight. There it was in her hand: the head of Devrin.
She meandered her way into the palace gates as she had before and hummed a tune as she approached the building. She walked into the building and licked her lips, tasting the salt out of the air as she usually does. Once inside she would (assumedly) find Isis and present her with her very grotesque gift. "So it was wished for, so it has been Milady." she said bowing and holding out both head and crown. At this point, she wasn't sure if parading around his head was a good idea but she'd been too excited to have not only committed regicide and gotten out clean, but became one of the elite, an Expert. Intet was circling the city from the ocean, waiting on her call to come in and start training. That was next for her. More training before heading out to find some more of the Kaminae pages.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 3:45 pm
nu███████ XXX ███████ XXX ███████ XXX ███████
numineIN THE END ` JUST LIKE SOLDIERS ♕》*WE MARCH ON!
bad apple
xxx
n×◞KING ⊰OF ( KEVAI ) *⇣EMPEROR OF ♕ARAMIL !
by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:CHAMPION OF ANTONY
The Emperor watched, waited, and didn't hesitate to speak and act as he knew was best for Akeem. He was not exactly his lover, but he was tender with the peach-skinned man; as tender as he would be if it were so. "I'm only as incredible as I am made to be. By you, by Isis. I'm the pillar and you're the stones." As if that weren't a male phallial appendage reference from Game of Thrones, he continued on nonchalantly. "I wouldn't encumber you with this offer if I didn't trust you to do good by it. You're a good man, and you'd be a good father. I don't think there's a single Incubus in the world who's really known their dad. We're designed to want to leave our children behind. Maybe it's all a part of that dream to spread Vaet Nocturnum. I don't know." He shrugged. It wouldn't be a surprise, honestly. Nursing one child meant missing out on creating many more. For every abandoned boy, ten more were born. It was the perfect scheme. "I've always wanted a son as well, you might imagine. I want to do better by my son than my father did by me. I want to look after him and show him what the world really is. Though obviously there are things... preventing me from that dream." For one, he was afraid of going back on that; on leaving his child, on forgetting about his vows. And he could never love the child's mother. He would never desire her or care for her. She would have to be removed from the boy's life instantaneously, or the dynamic between the two would only be corrosive.
Pressing that thought aside, he stepped behind Akeem and caressed his skin, his breath hovering over the man's flesh. West pressed his chest against the man's back, and spoke from over his neck. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, my Djinn," he said. "I'll have to prepare for the day ahead. If you'd ever like, you can feel free to use my quarters. For, you know. If you have need of me. In some way." He laughed slightly, and kissed the man on the cheek. "And tell me if you reconsider Kevai. And if you want... the change. Anything. I'll be here for you. My Djinn." He stepped, silently, over to his wardrobe. He began to find clothes to "adorn" himself with for the ceremonies and whatever else Isis would need to remind him of. It would be a long day, a reprieve from the very long night.
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In the courtyard, the blonde-haired woman nodded in response to Maria. She was holding the decapitated head of the dragon, as well as a golden crown; it was the one he wore last time Isis saw him, probably. Though that was only through a picture in the paper. "Excellent work," the lady said. "If you don't mind, there is another task of import. To be forward, Aramil has been demilitarizing in the Yuranian region due to the conflicts we have with Fronta as well as the unrest of the people. However, Yuran rests within our sphere of influence even still, and we have resolved to keep it as such. If you would be so kind as to assist us in this matter, then you will find your reward greater than any military title: you could rest a crown upon your head." That certainly needed elaboration, and so she would elaborate indeed. "We hold the title of Governer of Pronta in perpetuity. Considering West is a part of the most illustrious house Giletti, essentially he may claim all of Fronta's former holdings as a part of his rightful domain. This makes West and Gaston the strongest claimants on the throne of Yuran after the unfortunate accident that deposed King Devrin. However, the noble lords of Yuran do not desire a foreigner leading their nation. They are hungry and ambitious men and women and would much rather claim the throne for themselves. We have made many efforts to form an alliance with the greatest of them: Archbishop Gallan of Tsakhia, Duke Molokai of Genfried, Duchess Qujentra of Mirakhal... We promised them the throne under the pretext that they would live as vassals underneath Emperor West. However they do not believe they need our assistance, for some pompous reason or other."
It could easily be attributed to a large number of things, for example the fact that their people wouldn't take kindly to being subjugated by a foreign nation. It would certainly weaken their influence in their respective realm, though Isis honestly believed it was worth it. However their rejection to her direct proposals of vassalization did not end their relations. She would only need to create a stronger claimant and a more viable sovereign. Her influence over them would make that much easier.
She continued. "If you believe yourself up to it, the title Governess of Pronta will be yours. Then you can begin to press West's claim on the rest of the nation; win the hearts of the people, the pockets of noble lords, and you will find yourself Queen of Yuran, one of the most powerful women in the world and the direct vassal to Emperor West. If you don't enjoy this prospect, then that's fine too. You can continue to hunt pages as my liege has suggested you do." She held her arms up against her chest, her fingers locking together to create a very noble, very humble appearance. Though her words were much more jagged than her image. "If you do take this mission onto your shoulders, then I'll offer you one word of advice: patience. Don't simply kill the counts and the dukes that give you trouble. You will cause great unrest and great displeasure towards your person, as well as Aramil, if you engage the situation so violently."
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