#ill-starred are they who take the throne. [ LOTHRIC YOUNGER PRINCE ; asks ]

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They're sticking their tongue out at him. They win :)

Lothric says they passed the first inspection but, sorry, they failed in the second round. See, he requires any potential partners to be well-versed in the art of kissing, and as established, he finds Lyric lacking.

#lunarscaled #ill starred are they who take the throne. [ lothric younger prince ; asks ]

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BITES. THEY ARE BITING HIM. HE DISAVOWS THEM IN FRONT OF THEIR UNCLE??? BITES FOR LOTHRIC. // @lunarscaled​

The moment teeth grind against the bones just beneath his skin, they’ve declared war. He allows them this first strike, a passive, magnanimous prince who does not bring the whole fury of the Light around the head of his friends. Besides, it would be poor form before his most wonderful uncle.

(His only uncle, but details, details.)

Filmy eyes study the offending human, til the moment they raise their own gaze. That is their first mistake. Gold meets gold. They will know what is coming, now. The ball is in his court, and he is a professional bandy player -- in his dreams, at least.

He latches himself onto their ear, nibbling like an ill-tempered horse. His upper lip curls politely over his sharp eye-teeth, but the threat is otherwise quite real. Here they are, two of the worst beings to ever exist in this cathedral, trying to cannibalize each other before the newly returned god of war.

It is not too late for his Uncle Gwynfor to run back to the Peak.

#lunarscaled #ill-starred are they who take the throne. [ LOTHRIC YOUNGER PRINCE ; asks ]

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Lothric hands other Lothric a pretty piece of sea glass. // @royalreliquary​

The trinket’s weathered waves and sand, yet he rolled it tenderly between his fingers. As the glass moved against his talons, so his muscles set into motion, arm extending towards the windows beyond. The effect was instantaneous. Colored rays exploded against his face, a clear, cold light that painted every bloodless crevice of his features green.

This light didn’t hurt his eyes. Thin wrists twisted in a slow circle, making a kaleidoscope of his skin. He could live in that comfort, beautiful and without heat.

His other had impeccable taste. Lowering the offering, he rolled it back into his palm, curling each lanky digit around it. His other hand ducked into the folds of his sleeve, into the pouch hidden within. 

“I have never been to the sea,” he conceded, “though I’ve spent enough time beneath the sky.” With a tug, he exposed his hand again, producing a long ebony feather that seemed to reject the sunlight that surrounded them. “I was told this came from one of Nito’s creations, great ravens that dined on royal blood.” Slender shoulders rose and fell, his expression mirthless. “I’ve never been sure if such a tale should be believed. All I know is that it is beautiful.” Maybe that was all it needed to be.

Holding the plume towards the other, Lothric waited to see if his gift matched the splendor of what he had been given.

#ill-starred are they who take the throne. [ LOTHRIC YOUNGER PRINCE ; asks ] #he said Mine Now but U Can Have This #royalreliquary

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😘😘😘😘 free kissies for whoever wants them // @lunarscaled​

There’s never been a balm for his chapped lips. He learned young there were too little remedies for his ailments, from the most grave to the simplest annoyance. In the moment, the prince thinks he’s sorry, sorry his lips will bleed against heirs. Spindly fingers dance without rhythm in the air, as if he could expect help in such affairs.

Had he ever seen kissing before? It’s such a dull kingdom, his home, not like where they hail from. Lyric must have seen their parents kissing -- the knights love each other. Lothric can’t recall having seen such affection before, yet he’s been thrown into this act headlong.

He extricates himself from the web, sure he’s only sport, half-adored and mostly teased. Clawed digits trace the shape of his thin, pallid lips. 

So that’s how it is.

“Not only do I question your taste,” he rasped, “I deny its existence entirely.” A pause. “You’re a horrid kisser.”

#lunarscaled #mageshot #ill-starred are they who take the throne. [ LOTHRIC YOUNGER PRINCE ; asks ]

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☕️ Lothric, what’s it like being held up on a pedestal for magical abilities? // anonymous

“Reports of my power are, unlike many an aspect of my reputation... wholly accurate. Until I accomplished it, most scholars would have told you that spellcasting without a Catalyst was impossible. The few who disagreed still held the belief that the act would be fatal. I am the blood and bones of a miracle. My very ability to weave spells by my hands alone likens me to my grandfather when he first called down Lightning.

So one would assume the people would do something interesting with his awe-inspiring power. This discounts the depths of their foolishness. That pedestal is only pushing me nearer to the Kiln, a sign of my worthiness, my indelible sanctity. It made for interesting study that first year, before being written off as another sign of Mother’s infinite wisdom in producing me for the legacy her father already ran aground.

In short, though I might curse the pedestal, it does allow me the high ground over those who put me there.”

#ill-starred are they who take the throne. [ LOTHRIC YOUNGER PRINCE ; asks ] #ill-starred are they who take the throne. [ LOTHRIC YOUNGER PRINCE ; headcanon ] #anonymous #HE'S ABOUT TO MAKE IT THE PROBLEM OF EVERYONE WHO RAISED UP THAT PEDESTAL ACTUALLY.

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‘ i have not come to fight, only to talk. ’ Lothric // @lunarscaled

The pillow sails through the air all the same. Well, sailing is perhaps too optimistic a phrase. The pillow is forcibly airborne for half a breath, then drops uselessly to the floor, kicking up dust. It sets his lungs afire, hacking into the heel of his hand.

He sets his golden eyes on Lyric, narrowed, suspicious. With his other hand, he waves away the plume of dust, pale wisps of limp hair swayed by the same gesture.

"I choose to fight," he announces, sullen. "Choose your weapon. I've got my magic--"

He punctuates the statement with another wheezing cough. It seems even in what little comfort he is allowed, a well-appointed room with walls full of books and the best view of the sunny courtyard, Lothric is left to suffer. No maids have happened upon this room in some time, from the looks of it.

A small trail from the dust by the door to the bed, from bed to shelves, from shelves to desk. Lothric, arguably alive, in the midst of it all. His nest of dark sheets and brocaded pillows looks as exhausting as it does comforting.

So of course he's picked magic as his weapon. It doesn't require him to reposition at all. Only cross his arms with a haughty cant of the head, waiting for their next move.

And it had better be a move -- He has already refused them a parlay.

#lunarscaled #ill starred are they who take the throne. [ lothric younger prince ; asks ] #she's a nineties queuepermodel [ QUEUED ]

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❛ Nothing in here is straight. I’m not even sure if you are at this point. ❜ // @lunarscaled

"How dare you."

His heart wasn't really in it. Sprawled upon a small stone bench, his endless legs dangling over the edge, he continued staring up at the afternoon sky. Clawed digits slotted neatly against the bony knuckles of the opposing hand, unmoved by either Lyric's statement or his own riposte.

It was too nice a day for even faux outrage. Rolling his head against the marble, he studied them. Even his stare was languid, heavy-lidded, filmy eyes unable to focus on Lyric properly.

If they didn't recognize that he was the twin that charmed maiden and knight alike, that was their problem. He had put himself out there as much as he was allowed. No, this was a failing on their part, not his own.

Releasing one of his hands, he extended the skeletal arm towards Lyric... and let the hollow-boned wrist fall limp in their very direction.

#ill starred are they who take the throne. [lothric younger prince ; asks ] #lunarscaled #lyric how busted is ye olde gaydar--

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I know jack about dark souls but Lothric seems like a funky sad magic (?) man and I love him // anonymous

Oh you are absolutely correct, Anon. He’s just funky and tragic and taking control of his own narrative and powers. He can heal just as readily as impale someone on a spike of light. He teleports. He has many lovable, wonderful traits that I hope to demonstrate to all of you.

#ill-starred are they who take the throne. [ LOTHRIC YOUNGER PRINCE ; asks ] #why is lothric shaking? anxiety funky moves and sugar all in that order :D