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ansegar morningstar.           the bastard prince of lysain.      born and raised in the night's watch.      written by mo.

marcus rurtherford, gay, cis male + he / him → isn’t that ansegar morningstar? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of lysain / feranthor. i hear they’re 26, but they’re also a half-seer. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a bastard prince of lysain / night's watch trainee. they seem to be kind & brave, but also self sacrificing & impulsive. if you look closely, you’ll see their aesthetics include a sword on a young boy's hand, feet dangling over the border's high wall, drifting dreams of a mother singing him a song.

full bio soon.

ansegar is a bastard prince guard in training on the night watch. he was born and raised there in secret after his mother, a seer that was impregnated by the king of lysain, showed them visions of her son being a great warrior and receiving great favor from the old god, but this will only come to fruition if he was raised away from his family, who will kill him the moment they find out his true origin and his claim to the throne.

even though it is against their code, they also can't risk angering any kind of god, or letting an innocent life die. so they kept the child, and soon enough, he does prove himself to be a formidable warrior. at the age of 12, he can already take down one of their men. and when he reached 18, he is already just as strong as their most seasoned fighter. he is yet to swear his life on the night watch. even though he is happy and content about his life there, there are still so many parts of himself that he needed to find before he decides on this new life.

so he convinces his brothers to let him leave and find himself. find his real family, or see if there are better paths out there for him. and though they are afraid due to his mother's prophecy, they can't also force the boy to stay, especially since he hasn't formally sworn.

ansegar left with a million reminders to be careful. now, he's wandering the six kingdoms by himself.

"   why thank you. always nice when people appreciate my ... nimbleness.   "           ansegar says with a smile ... a true, genuine, and amused one, though you might see a hint of smugness if you look close enough. to be fair to solomon, though, he has fought many men both on the wall and off it, both royals and not. there are even some who has been training their whole lives. and he can confidently say that some of them are less of a fighter than the prince.

"   yeah. we definitely can't have that.   "    ansegar chuckled before walking to where the weapons rack was, and coming back to the sparring ground with a staff in his hand instead. he gave solomon a look, as if asking for his permission to use it.    "   no blade, though this is a pretty strong wood. can't promise it won't be painful. and your choice?   "

　　"if my form is weird, your speed is inhumane." it should not be taken as an insult, though. the prince was genuinely impressed by the trainee's abilities in combat. and solomon was not a lousy fighter, at least he didn't think so. but he was aware that his strength lied on his brains, not his brawn. swallowing his pride, he took ansegar's hand, standing up and brushing off the excess of dirt from his trousers.

　　he flashed the man a questioning look, his heart still struggling to slow down its pace. "as long as i can bear a shield. i intend to return to beacon's reach with my head still attached to my neck."

Bill Skarsgård in BOY KILLS WORLD (2024) dir. Moritz Mohr

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EXT.    THE PORTS OF RITRINC.    NIGHT.

unmoving, like the earth below them, ansegar held the boy's neck and leaned him over the edge of the port,           with the dark waters of the ocean below them. it would be so easy to let him go: it's not like he was an innocent man, especially when he found him harassing the servant to stood now on his side. these people might have grown with the comforts of a kingdom above them, and the loopholes of the laws and a forgiving society that they can easily weasel through. but ansegar grew up on the wall ... and injustices like this are not tolerated there. he had seen men banished from the wall for similar crimes.

the only thing that is keeping them from letting go was the victim of the crime, who still stood quiet even at the sight. but ansegar can also see both fear and anger in their eyes. which one is for him? he doesn't know.    "   are you hurt?   "    he asked them simply, his eyes scanning what he can see of their body.    "   what did they do to you? did they hurt you? steal from you? tell me.   "

closed starter for @thequiettide.

         BOOK STARTERS VOL.21     THE PLAGUE     ALBERT CAMUS

❛ I have no idea what’s awaiting me. ❜

❛ What will happen when this all ends? ❜

❛ I know that you are capable of great deeds. ❜

❛ A loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one’s work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart. ❜

❛ The truth is that everyone is bored. ❜

❛ I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints. Heroism and sanctity don’t really appeal to me, I imagine. ❜

❛ If there is one thing one can always yearn for, and sometimes attain, it is human love. ❜

❛ Who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for even a single moment’s suffering? ❜

❛ It’s not easy. I’ve been thinking it over for years. ❜

❛ While we loved each other we didn’t need words to make ourselves understood. ❜

❛ People are more often bad than good. ❜

❛ I don’t believe in heroism; I know it’s easy and I’ve learned that it can be murderous. ❜

❛ What interests me is living and dying for what one loves. ❜

❛ In fact, nobody is capable of really thinking about anyone, even in the worst calamity. ❜

❛ Nothing in the world is worth turning one’s back on what one loves. ❜

❛ Again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. ❜

❛ There are more things to admire in men then to despise. ❜

❛ It is in the thick of calamity that one gets hardened to the truth - in other words, to silence. ❜

❛ What on earth prompted you to take a hand in this? ❜

❛ Your code of morals? What code, if I may ask? ❜

❛ I’m fumbling in the dark, struggling to make something out. But I’ve long ceased finding anything. ❜

❛ No doubt our love is still there, but quite simply it is unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. ❜

❛ I’m not happy to go, but one needn’t be happy to make another start. ❜

❛ I am incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time. Which means that I am incapable of anything really worth while. ❜

❛ I should have found the words to keep her with me. ❜

❛ We can’t stir a finger in this world without the risk of bringing death to somebody. ❜

❛ The evil that is in the world comes out of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence, if they lack understanding. ❜

❛ There are always flies and itches. That’s why life is difficult to live. ❜

❛ The best protection against anything is a good bottle of wine. ❜

❛ There is no peace without hope. ❜

EXT. MARKETPLACE. DAY           LIKE A CHILD WHO HAS TASTED FREEDOM FOR THE FIRST TIME, THE YOUNG MAN WALKS THROUGH THE BUSTLING CROWD. ON THE STALLS ARE ROASTING MEATS AND ENTICING PRODUCTS. AND IN HIS HAND, A SMALL POUCH OF MONEY GIVEN TO HIM BY THE PACK. HE WAS ABOUT TO APPROACH ONE OF THE STALLS WHEN HE HEARD THE FAMILIAR, INDIGNANT SQUAWK ...

"   gunna! ... no, you terrible girl.   "            ansegar says, as he weaved through the crowd, arms outstretched for his friend to perch on. perhaps it was the sound of the crowd that prevented her from hearing him, because she only faced him when he was already an arm's reach. he clicks his tongue in disappointment as she finally takes her place on his forearm ... quiet now, as if she wasn't just attacking someone a while ago.

ansegar couldn't even make an excuse for her, only letting out an apologetic chuckle ... and an equally apologetic smile.    "   i'm truly sorry about her.   "    he says, stroking the eagle's feathers to let her know he is here. and he is safe.    "   it's rare for me to go out into places like this. she was just being protective ... even if she doesn't need to be.   "

when gunna was finally silent, he puts his full attention to them.    "   anyway, i apologize again for that. are you alright?   "

open starter ... @colosseumbred

INT.    A TAVERN JUST OUTSIDE THE KINGDOM.    AFTERNOON.

ansegar listened intently as the bar keep explained to him the drink that he was holding in his hand.           because since the moment he came down from the wall, he has received all the different kind of looks, greetings, and treatment from all the different people. he was either asked questions, or was openly criticized. given stares that ranged from wonder to fear. some disdain. but never was given a drink ... for simply being a wolf from the wall.

so, after finding out who did it, ansegar simply thanked the bar keep and stood up ... only to make a bee line to where the other man was sitting, and occupying the nearest seat he could find. he gave them a smile. he still has not touched the drink.    "   i would say thank you. but a hard lesson in grained in me since i was a child is to never accept anything from a stranger ... especially a man who's trying to hide their colors in the dark.   "    he says, pointing at the unmistakable silk robes under his dark cloak.    "   should i know who you are, stranger?   "

closed starter for @powergrabbed.

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