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Jul. 21st, 2020 02:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goldtoesI'm still not sure this is a good idea. [ One of the House war strategists is talking as he leans over the map table, pinning areas of territory and marking out the border with their biggest stalemate, a point of contention with one of the only supply routes into the North. ] The other staff says the boy-king has been nothing but hell since he's arrived. [ Perrin pauses, punches another pin through the parchment. ] ... more than usual.
[ And he isn't wrong. They had come in early in the morning, just after dawn, in carts pulled by thick-coated draft horses; it's all unusual. The boy-king, Kyrnar, is seen by almost no-one even as he's stashed away like precious goods, tucked into his quarters with a pair of enormous kingsguard at the door who look like they could snap somebody's head off with a flick of their wrist.
There's something off about all of it.
Not least is the fact that he's on time for this meeting, which happens almost never; something smells off about him, too. The chilly smell of ice and omega sweetness has been replaced with something gentler - more a mark of motherhood than saccharine fertility. He slinks in, still so thin he might shatter (though Idris has never managed to break him, so there) as he gingerly takes his seat, white-blond and sharp-eyed and already agitated. He looks - unwell. A touch pale, cheeks flushed, seated uncomfortably as if he isn't sure how to.
It's warmer, down here, and though there's a pelt draped over his shoulders, the rest of his clothing is replaced with things more appropriate for summer. On his bone-thin frame, several months pregnant is enough to show, and out of protective instinct more than conscious decision, he drops one hand to cradle the curve of his round little belly as he leans forward to tap on the map with breakable fingers. ]
Quickly, then. I have no inclination to be down here longer than I must. Talk.
[ And he isn't wrong. They had come in early in the morning, just after dawn, in carts pulled by thick-coated draft horses; it's all unusual. The boy-king, Kyrnar, is seen by almost no-one even as he's stashed away like precious goods, tucked into his quarters with a pair of enormous kingsguard at the door who look like they could snap somebody's head off with a flick of their wrist.
There's something off about all of it.
Not least is the fact that he's on time for this meeting, which happens almost never; something smells off about him, too. The chilly smell of ice and omega sweetness has been replaced with something gentler - more a mark of motherhood than saccharine fertility. He slinks in, still so thin he might shatter (though Idris has never managed to break him, so there) as he gingerly takes his seat, white-blond and sharp-eyed and already agitated. He looks - unwell. A touch pale, cheeks flushed, seated uncomfortably as if he isn't sure how to.
It's warmer, down here, and though there's a pelt draped over his shoulders, the rest of his clothing is replaced with things more appropriate for summer. On his bone-thin frame, several months pregnant is enough to show, and out of protective instinct more than conscious decision, he drops one hand to cradle the curve of his round little belly as he leans forward to tap on the map with breakable fingers. ]
Quickly, then. I have no inclination to be down here longer than I must. Talk.
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Date: 2020-07-30 03:31 am (UTC)I'll also expect you to apologize to Perrin for wrinkling his map.
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Date: 2020-07-30 04:01 am (UTC)My legs are not ridiculous. [ He does shift, though, to draw himself up off Idris' cock, smug as he tucks him back into his pants with cold little fingers. ] I suppose you don't want to announce my presence to the world by carrying me. I see.
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Date: 2020-07-30 04:55 am (UTC)They really ought to get him sorted... It's tricky. He doesn't belong to Idris, but Idris is still overprotective. He's slyly dissuaded more than one leering and/or ill-fitting prospect from pursuing Perrin. Though he suspects his watchdog days are numbered, now. Idris only has two hands, and both will no doubt be full of Kyr and all of his absurdity.
With Kyr now out of his lap, Idris begins only half-heartedly adjusting his clothing. It can be in proper order all it wants, and it won't matter- it's soiled with slick, come, and sweat. There's no hope of fooling anyone who sees them. ] Carrying you? Weren't you trying to convince me of your legs not being ridiculous? Are they suddenly broken?
[ His mouth can't be trusted. He will absolutely end up carrying Kyr at some point, and it'll be by his own choice... just, maybe not today. ]
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Date: 2020-07-30 05:03 am (UTC)Okay. Maybe I did rip it a little. But he can make a new one, right? [ Sure! Except Perrin will spend ten, twelve hours redrawing the entire thing from scratch, until his eyes burn and he dozes off in the candlelight. Poor thing. Kyr seems unconcerned. ] My legs work fine, but that doesn't mean I don't deserve to be carried everywhere like precious cargo. So there. [ He clears his throat, straightens up, and slides his hand through the crook of Idris' arm.
He fits perfectly there, it seems like. At Idris' side, carrying his child, if a little mussed. ]
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Date: 2020-07-30 05:24 am (UTC)That's going to cause a fit.
Idris sighs, knowing the process can't be stopped now. The most he can do is make sure someone places food within Perrin's reach, at some point in the night.
He pats at the dainty hand curled around his arm, giving Kyr a quick glance-over to make sure he's mostly decent. Satisfied, he walks them both towards the doors. The sooner they get to his quarters, the better. ] Come on then, cargo. You're a mess.
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Date: 2020-07-30 05:33 am (UTC)Perrin is going to cry, and it's going to be terrible. ]
I am a mess, [ he agrees as he pads along at Idris' side, docile for once in his life, ] but it's your fault, so...
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Date: 2020-08-02 05:45 am (UTC)He steals him right out of the war room, though he stays alert and searching. For Perrin, specifically- he's got to warn him about the state of his map. He can't just allow him to waltz in there and find it torn without any sort of mental (or emotional) preparation beforehand. If he's nowhere to be seen, though, he can pull one of his men to the side and give them five-step instructions on how to handle Perrin and the fallout.
Once he's gotten that task taken care of, he takes Kyr to his own private room, large and cozy and richly colored. With a bit of adjustment, it would make a fine place to nest. ] Undress while you wait to bathe, those will be taken for a wash. [ They won't be ready by the time he's finished bathing, but that's not a problem.
Idris may be a little eager to wrap him up in some of his own (too big for Kyr) clothing. ]
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Date: 2020-09-29 06:20 am (UTC)The humanity of it all.
Kyr, true to form, seems unbothered by Perrin's distress as he shuffles into the war room to inspect his map, standing post at Idris' side and gazing up at his advisor with icy blue eyes, silent and sharp-featured and reckless.
Still, he's docile when it comes to Idris, uncloaking himself - furs off the shoulders, thick knit wools and hides. Underneath it all he's a tiny, tiny slip of a thing, built narrow and breakable, with scars from old lashings dusted down to the backs of his knees; he catches a glimpse of himself in a nearby mirror and wrinkles his nose, both cold hands resting atop the gentle mound of his belly. ]
You really messed up my hair. [ Christ alive. ]
the process of being alive and catching up begins!!! i am 5ever sorry for the delay sobs
Date: 2020-10-07 03:50 pm (UTC)Inside his quarters, Idris is a busy bee. There's already plenty of light, but he assesses the state of the curtains and lamps anyhow. Then he leaves Kyr to his own devices, disappearing in to a smaller side room to draw a hot bath. Their climate is consistently warm enough to support the use of aqueducts and basic piping, providing many of their people with running water as long as there are no freakish surprise freeze-overs. He knows he's finished with the bath once he drops a few small silver spheres in, packed tight with fragrant herbs that will infuse the water. It's a sleep blend, honestly, but Kyr likely needs the rest and Idris suspects he's probably stubborn enough to deny it.
When he steps out to fetch Kyr, it's just in time to hear his complaint. He snorts. ] I'm so sorry. [ The hell he is. The lines of silvery scars catches his eye as he openly looks Kyr over- he tilts his head, his face concerned, but he doesn't ask quite yet. That can wait until Kyr is in the water and relaxed. ] I'll brush it out while you soak. Come on, your bath is ready. [ Teamwork! ]
same tbh i'm alive but it's mostly a technicality NEVER BE SORRY IT'S OK. forgot how awful kyr was
Date: 2020-10-07 03:58 pm (UTC)Not that Idris is exactly unfamiliar with that. ] And you better not lose any of the rings, [ case in point - Kyr floats across the room toward him when he's retrieved, reaching up to begin prying small ties and rings from his mussed hair and palming them. ] Do you know how much of a nightmare it is, this kind of thing, at home? Boiling water and dumping it into the tub. It takes a thousand years.
[ But he tastes of salt and the sea for a reason, and he slips into hot water and fragrant herbs, shivering. He isn't used to being wrapped up in such heat - the pipes freeze, in the north. It's simply impossible. ]
(ಥ﹏ಥ) ty, bless u.... he is an entertaining kind of awful
Date: 2020-10-07 04:39 pm (UTC)Idris smirks at the thought. He only has the gall to even think of it in the first place because Kyr is so displaced from his usual power. Were he in the North instead of the other way around, he'd worry Kyr might have his hands sliced clean off. It is, after all, the sort of wild and exaggerated reputation he's grown for himself.
He hums as Kyr sinks in to the water, scooping up his abundance of hair and pulling it outside the tub before it's soaked. Idris takes up a seat at the head of the tub, combing his fingers through the curtain of white to loosen his braids and remove any lingering decorations. ] I imagine it does. [ They've had to resort to such things at times, thanks to an unexpected cold snap or an old pipe breaking. The repetition is miserable, and the wait is even worse. ] That what happened to the back of your legs? Too much back-and-forth with water pitchers?
[ He says it lightly, like a bit of a joke, clearly fishing for the story. There's a lot about Kyr that he just... doesn't know, but he would like to learn. ]
he's a wretch & i love u
Date: 2020-10-07 04:45 pm (UTC)He's laughing, then, tipping his head back into Idris' fingers as he combs his hair out. ] My father, actually, but I assure you they were well deserved. [ Corporal punishment is commonplace, among the ice. ] Besides. I've seen worse. My favorite house staff is missing his tongue, though I was too young to know what it was he said that got him in trouble and now nobody seems to actually know, so it's a mystery. [ He shrugs like this is normal. It is not. ] I was just switched, mostly, when I was young and - believe it or not - more rotten than I am now.
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Date: 2020-10-07 05:13 pm (UTC)Idris begins to brush Kyr's hair properly while he speaks, first at the bottom. He barely gets started before he's pausing, startled by the story. Swats on the hands or behind aren't all that uncommon here either, but cutting tongues? Lashing children thoroughly enough to leave permanent reminders? That's a bit too far, isn't it? ] Well. If you're still rotten then it's proof that switchings aren't effective, isn't it? [ He frowns. Effective or not, the thought of whipping scars in to his pup's tender little legs makes his stomach turn. ] There will be none of that with ours.
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Date: 2020-10-07 05:21 pm (UTC)All right. [ No switching children. And the brutality is a holdover from his father, more than it is Kyr's doing - he tends not to care as long as things get done. He's loud, screechy and childish, but not particularly cruel, not really. ]
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Date: 2020-10-07 05:47 pm (UTC)It is nice. Idris leans forward, ghosting a kiss against Kyr's head. ] Thank you. [ The tension leaves Idris' shoulders as quickly as it came and he sits back again, continuing to groom Kyr's mane of hair. ] Is this common in your line? This hair. [ Maybe he'll pass it to theirs, if so. Idris would like that. His own is dark, as is the norm here, and it seems to swallow many other colors it's paired against. His grandmother was a foreigner who married in- her coppery red hasn't been seen in the family since.
Idris imagines it would be improper to dislike how his children look, but he can't say he wouldn't be a little disappointed if he never got to see any of Kyr in them. ]
https://i.imgur.com/k6rwnqz.jpg colors are FUKD but whatever
Date: 2020-10-07 06:01 pm (UTC)The truth of it is that he's very young, and very scared, and he was left in charge of an entire kingdom at twelve - sure, his father had groomed him for it, but that wasn't enough. Not really. He was barely able to do arithmetic and reading and suddenly, a small world was dropped in his lap. The truth of it is that Kyr doesn't know how to get anybody to listen to him other than to shriek about it. ]
Mm? It is. Well. I think so. I'm an only child, but my cousins all have it. My father did. And my grandparents... and so on and so forth. It's common there in general, I think - if not as light as mine.
nO that is such a sweet pic! why is he cute and pretty, it hits idris right in the feels
Date: 2020-10-07 06:26 pm (UTC)Idris' nod likely goes unseen, but it's there. The news is comforting. His imagined picture of a tot with Kyr's hair and his own gold eyes lives on, and is devastatingly adorable in his opinion. ] I'm surprised you're an only child, really. [ Most wouldn't stop at just one, much less for an omega child... Perhaps it's for the best, though. If Kyr had been displaced for an alpha sibling, the war would probably never end. ] Were you that horrible?
LAUGHS i drew his favorite house staff too but deleted it bc i hated it so much n u haven't met him
Date: 2020-10-07 08:17 pm (UTC)Close, but no. My mother died when I was born, and my father never took another mate, so here we are. I imagine he'd have liked to have one, since - well. He was always of the mind that omegas in positions of power are a bad idea.
And, [ he cracks one eye open and glances over his shoulder at Idris, grinning his coy, dimpled little grin, ] was he wrong?
idris will do his best to get kyr semi-domesticated before he sees him again
Date: 2020-10-09 05:48 pm (UTC)[ He hadn't been disposed of or married off as a child. They'd allowed him to grow and rule on his own, surprisingly. And he's kept his place... ]
a small blessing
Date: 2020-10-09 08:47 pm (UTC)Yes, of course I have. [ He says it like it should be the most obvious thing in the world. ] I'm good at what I do, after all.
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Date: 2020-11-30 07:52 am (UTC)But fun... For Idris at least.
He coils the slack braid in to a pile atop Kyr's head and pins it in place, keeping it out of the way and freeing up his hands. ] Let me do it? [ There's a hopeful quality to his voice when he asks, already seeking out a fluffy bathing cloth, wetting it and dousing it with a fragrant cream without even waiting for Kyr's answer.
There's no practical reason for Idris to wash him. It's an interruption, actually; his own clothes are filthy and still need to be changed, but he wants to do this instead. The urge to bond and build familiarity is devastatingly strong in Idris. ]
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Date: 2020-12-23 07:14 am (UTC)I suppose. Tell me something interesting about you. Something I don't know. [ He lapses into content silence as Idris bathes him, narrow hands splayed cozily against the underside of gentle, pregnant curve - and, after several minutes, reaches up to grasp his wrist and press the free hand to the skin, very specificially against the left side where the barest flutter of movement flickers against his fingers. A tiny smile pulls at his mouth. ]
2020 IS ALMOST DEad more celebratory tags coming soon!!!
Date: 2020-12-31 12:27 am (UTC)His lathering slows to a pause, his eyes staring blankly at the smooth surface of the water below. ] I... I have high standards. [ He says it like he's disappointed. Kyr asked for something interesting he doesn't know, not something he'd plainly stated moments ago. But the realization is new for Idris, so it evidently counts as fresh, unknown information.
He huffs. ] I- damn. [ He'd like to sass, but the words won't quite come to him. Then his hand is commandeered, pressed against Kyr's belly, and the salty attitude melts away rather quickly. A grin brightens him when he realizes what the flutters mean. ] ...Is it making fun of me? It is, isn't it. Stop making me sound like a fool in front of my pup. [ Idris' complaining is warm despite the words, and though he teases, he does wonder- does it hear him? Does it know who he is?
His index finger lightly taps against Kyr's skin, greeting the little thing inside. ]
THANK GOD WAVES MY HANDS IN THE AIR but i actually care very much
Date: 2020-12-31 12:40 am (UTC)[ So the apple maybe didn't fall far from the tree, and Kyr was under no impression that he was an especially nice or generous person. ]
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Date: 2021-01-06 04:51 am (UTC)The first thing Kyr said to him had been something jarring and rude, hadn't it? The memory makes him chuckle. ] Well, I doubt whatever this one is saying packs the same sort of punch. You had at least a few of my people doing their best to knock you dead through will alone. [ It was only magial ability they lacked... Lucky for Kyr.
He gives Kyr's belly a little rub before his washing resumes. ] All the movement is a landmark occasion, isn't it? You should have a full-time attendant around this time, I think. [ It's common here, anyhow. ] Have you brought yours?