𓆩 ִֶָ 𓏲๋࣭࣪ 𝘒𝘺𝘰𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘬𝘶 ༉ ִֶָ 𓆪
˗ˏˋ✦ 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱, 𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓮. 𝓓𝓻𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭. ✦ ˎˊ˗
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"Go ahead and live with your head held high!
No matter how devastated you may be by your own weakness or uselessness...
set your heart ablaze.
Grit your teeth and look straight ahead."
-Rengoku Kyojuro (Demon Slayer)
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"You thought what? That love would change me? Make me a better man, a good man?" Emeric coughed up a laugh.
Lucard shook his head slowly, mouth agape but unable to answer.
"It did change me. From the moment I saw you across the room, I knew in an instant I was changed." Emeric stepped closer, a hand reaching out toward Lucard's chin. "From that moment on I wanted nothing more than to see you standing atop the world, everyone bowed at your feet. And I've done everything to make that happen!"
Lucard cringes under Emeric's harsh grip. "I never asked for that."
"You didn't have to."
"This isn't what I wanted, Emeric, you have to know that."
Emeric sneers and pushes Lucard's face away. "I can't believe you were so blind to who I am, all these years. Every bloody blade lifted in your name."
"I just wanted you! Not this!" Lucard gestures out over the balcony at the city ablaze. "Not this death and destruction."
"You're a fool if you didn't realize war would bring us here."
"A righteous fight."
"A selfish one."
Lucard shakes his head, slowly lowering himself to the ground. He wipes a dash of blood from his cheek. "No."
Crouching close to him, Emeric wipes way the rest. He would always keep Lucard's hands clean, up until he no longer could. "I will take us home. You will see, this has its place."
Lucard gives in, lets his husband lift him away from the destruction. He has nothing left to give here.
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To be honest... Father wasn't happy for me. He said no one cares. But... that won't dampen my enthusiasm! The flame in my heart won't go out! I won't be discouraged!
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An intro to a novel idea I had a few years back, from a villain-esque charcter pov. I think I want to build this into something...Getting the itch to write a novel.
Heart Ablaze
Emeric gazed out over the fires that would soon raze the city to the ground, and his eyes were the darkening storm clouds that hovered on the Eastern horizon. As far as tumultuous divorces went, Lucard’s denouncement of Emeric’s ruling and, consequently, their marriage had been pretty violent. For a man who spoke out against harsh tactics, Lucard had certainly left a wake of death at his heels as he fled with Emeric’s broken heart. Perhaps Emeric should have seen this coming to such an end, but love does much to blind a man.
Now, he needed to get his things and evacuate with the rest of the city. He could hear Wyneth on the other side of his door calling for him. Her voice was lilting into panic, and Emeric did not wish her any more harm than what had already befallen his inner circle from Lucard’s betrayal. He grabbed a pack, slung it over his shoulder, strapped his sword to his hip, and paused at the bedside table.
The bed itself was still a mess from the previous night. Their bed, the one Emeric would never return to with Lucard. Likely, he’d never see Lucard sprawled across another bed, smile on his face while he waited for Emeric to join him.
A silver ring sat on the bedside table. It was the one that Lucard had left behind with his statement against Emeric’s ruling. Emeric grabbed it, looped it through a bit of rope in the drawer, and let it rest around his neck.
Wyneth seemingly lost patience. She pulled the door open and looked down at him with a grimace. “We need to move, my lord. Your Chevalier have already started for the Western Banks and I’ve sent Regina ahead to prepare the fortifications there. The people are trying to follow as best they can.”
Emeric waved his hand at her last comment. “So long as my Chevalier make it, that is what matters. We can’t run a kingdom without our military.”
“My lord,” Wyneth said bowing her head. She put a hand to his shoulder, ushering him down the hallways of the castle.
Once outside the walls of the castle, the roar of the fires and the screams of those who lived in the village below resounded louder in Emeric’s ears. He did not turn to help his people, but rather followed Wyneth to the stables and to his mount. He was a man who led unapologetically from swordpoint. Lucard may have fooled himself with his sudden grasp at morality; however, Emeric knew the nature of their beings--warbent and riding into the gates of the Underdark, Emeric was a Warrior-King ready to meet his fate. But not today, and not without first driving a sword through Lucard’s heart.
6/17/23
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whats good demon slayer fans i finally made a sideblog for my brainrot so everyone has to look at my rengoku tattoo ❤️🔥
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