He Comes To A Stand Still When His Gaze Falls Upon Joey, Taking In The Scene Before Him. In The Time

"i know, i would have much rather it had been your hands on me, but i didn't exactly have much say in the matter." it was almost endearing to see him upset over her, her frustration beginning to simmer down as she starts to understand why it was he was so displeased. "i didn't think you cared where i was. it is not as though you tell me as much." she sighs, watching the back of his head for a mere moment before she strides after him , quickly catching up to him when they reached the gardens and taking hold of his arm. "you're the most impossible man i've ever met, you know that? you've been making it pretty damn clear from the day we wed that you couldn't stand my presence, and now you're upset when i step out for a stroll?"

"I am upset and allowed to be, a man had his hand on my wife!" he was mad at the situation. "i am also upset that my wife just goes off, you could tell me. does that ever occur to you, to tell me things?" he said as his own hand ran through his hair. "now i need to get some fresh air," he said taking a deep breath. "and you are avoiding me, unless there's something you want you want from me," he said before walking past her to head for the balcony stairs.

when she had left for the markets that morning, selaena had expected a rather unexceptional day. she had most certainly been wrong about that. she had barely stepped away from the bakery, tarts packed away safely in the box clutched in her hands than blue eyes land on his frame. he hasn't changed since she last saw him fifteen years ago, kissing her goodnight and promising that he'd see her the next day. only that day had come and charles hadn't been there, instead a ghost on the night never to be seen again and leaving a gaping hole in her heart. yet here he stands. the box of pastries falls from her hands, thunking against the cobblestones as she merely stares at him in utter disbelief. "charles?"

open to: w / m / nb (30+ age gaps almost a necessity !).

potential connections: best friend, betrothed, ex, whatever fits.

plot: several years ago, prince charles ferdinand disappeared, leaving a mystery in his wake. to most, he's nothing but a ghost story, but your muse was a part of his life in some fashion. he hasn't seen them for a long time, actively avoiding them since being turned into a vampire.

sleep had evaded him for years, though he supposed it was no longer a requirement of his current species. charlie's mind was far too active, far too full of thoughts of the past, of what could've been - should've been. he'd disappeared for good with intention. there's no way anyone he knew could handle, nor deserved to handle, the state of a beast he'd become. he'd had to become nothing but smoke, everyone was better off for it. still, he'd attempted to keep an eye on them throughout the years, though he had always been mindful to not allow their eyes to find him - until now, apparently. lips purse, and if his heart still beat, it'd be practically ripping out of his chest. he smiles then, hopes he can play it off. it's been enough years, he should've changed somewhat. he hadn't. not one wrinkle pressed against fresh, porcelain skin. "good afternoon. charmed, i'm sure."

"that right?" he scoffs, shaking her head as sharp blue eyes raise to meet her own. "can't be the husband that you care about hurting, right? you wouldn't be fucking me if that was it. so what are you worried about, sweetheart?"

inspo from number two.

" you don't understand what's on the line here. " the brunette warned as she looked at the other. " i could lose it all — is that what you want? "

she’s fucked. she knew that without a shadow of a doubt that she would have been better off leaving him to die where she’d found him, especially when she recognized who he was. king valor, the number one enemy territory that her brother had been trying to conquer and absorb into his own kingdom. she knew that by extension, valor was supposed to be her enemy too, that she should have handed him over to her own king and ended the fighting. but at the sight of him bleeding and helpless outside her estate? well, it had her swearing her staff to secrecy and having her healer look over him. she’s been anxiously awaiting him waking, stood on the balcony when she hears his voice and she hesitates before she walks inside. what if he recognized her as his enemy’s sister? what if he killed her for his own gain? but she swallows, entering the room anyway and reassuring herself that he was hardly a threat in his condition. “you’ve been sleeping a long time. are you hungry?”

status -> open to all 21+ muses *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! supernatural muses welcome, too! + canons if applicable but will be selective*

setting -> my muse, inspired by arthur from camelot lore, is the king of a small realm && has been severely injured in battle. your muse, perhaps not realizing that he is the king, has taken on the task of nursing him back to health && saving his life. bonus points if your muse is on the enemy's side, or maybe does know who he is && has other intentions, entirely utp!!

my other opens - always accepting responses!

i should be dead. it was the first thought that floated through the throbbing agony of king valor's mind, before the full force of the pain hit his body. bones, broken. flesh, torn. he last remembered the devastating swing of a sword- a blurred face with lifeless eyes as they swung to claim his own... valor startled fully awake. groaning as he sat up, nearly passing back out again as color dazzled in fractals of his vision, bile rising in his throat as his body screamed protest to movement. maybe i am dead. he shook, trying to focus on his breathing, eyes wild as they took in unfamiliar surroundings. valor looked down, noticing his clothes were gone. the royal crest, the weapons, the armor... exposed, vulnerable, with bruises blooming over so many surfaces. " hello? " the king croaked, realizing how dry his throat was, how he was too weak to stand. to fight, to run. fear flooded his veins like ice. " am i alone here? "

"and how do you expect me to keep it a secret without a reason, huh?" he knows that he's being an asshole, his frustration pushing him further and further into that territory without him being able to stop it. "it's not like my reputation would be ruined by showing up somewhere with you on my arm. or is that what you're so afraid of, that people will talk?"

" it's about more than my marriage. " she replied coldly. if the truth came out it would damage her reputation too. her work would find out ... it wouldn't be good. she was seen as a pillar of the community. " we have to keep it a secret — that's all. "

she doesn't see him until gwaine's practically upon them, the anxiety in her chest easing the moment he gets involved. selaena watches wide eyed at the way gwaine reacts, the viscount grunting in pain at the way his hand is bent almost to the breaking point. her own hands move to straighten down her dress from where he rumpled it, amusement shining in her eyes at the rage gwaine spews. my apologies, my lord. she hears the viscount muttering as he pushes himself off the floor, storming off back into the ballroom while clutching his wrist. her gaze turns to gwaine then, heavy sigh leaving her lips. "what a vile pig. i love how he apologized to you and not the person he groped." her eyes roll, frown settling on her features. "thank you for that."

hearing her reaction was enough to get gwaine to be upset at the right person. and his feet moved fast as he turned the corner and grabbed the viscount by the wrist and bent it back. "unless you're new or a fool, then why risk your life by touching what's mine?" he said shoving the man into the wall making one of the paintings shake. "she's a married woman you fucking rake. if you're looking for a rutting, then make your way to a whore house."

"you know, i was having a lovely lunch with my children before you summoned me." selaena teases gently, fingers gripping the skirts of her dress as she ascended towards the throne. she'd been enjoying her time in his kingdom so far after visiting from her own, there to celebrate his name day and solidify the alliance they'd formed between their kingdoms. she curtsies to him out of politeness rather than necessity, rising to her full height before raising a brow at him. "well that's rather ominous. what is it you wish to discuss?"

open to: f/m/nb potential connection: someone that's in his castle that he summoned to the throne room. could be another royal, servant, knight, someone he kidnapped/got in a peace treaty, t.boo connections welcomed muse: king julius [ 66 y/o king of his land. while at first he seemed to be a just ruler, with age he showed his true colors and began leading with an iron fist. cruel, wise, manipulative, confident ]

the throne was comfortable and even if it wasn't, the king was accustomed to it by now. he was almost certain that the chair had molded into his body. he had risen up to wear the crown when he was fourteen and never had to back down. thankfully. that was a long time. so sue him if he needed entertainment from time to time. "ahh good, you finally came." a small smile formed on his face when he saw the other enter. "i trust it that no one is waiting outside? what we have to talk about might not be suitable for all ears. you never know if there's a traitor nearby."

there's an easy smile that settles on her face as he listens to his response, heart swelling. at every opportunity presented he had always stepped up and proved that he was perfect for her. "i think that the last time we tried so hard for kids it nearly destroyed us. and now we have these two perfect babies, our marriage is better than ever, and i don't want to jeopardize that. i don't want to try for any more babies. i don't want to go on birth control either though, so if i were to get pregnant again, great. but i couldn't be happier with what we have." her fingers curl against his neck, humming as they press close together. "fingers, ears, there are plenty of options. though i want his trigger finger gone." she steps back, eyes remaining only on ross as she leans against the bench, reaching for a knife. she runs a blade sharpener against it's edge as she watches him, satisfied smirk curving her lips as she listens to him threaten the swine that had threatened their family. "you're really sexy when you do that, mr. strollo."

"You know babe I don't wanna rule it out but I like to think we got really lucky with the babes. I mean, if we keep trying is it selfish to put yourself through that? I mean if you wanna try, we try. I just think we take this time to be the best damn parents we can for them." Although Ross would gladly give Isabelle all the children she wanted things didn't also work out how you wanted to them to. Which is why he was open to dedicating themselves to the twins. As the shitbag before them continues to groan with pain he eagerly pulled his wife closer by the hips pressing their bodies together. "Ok yeah we can do that. I mean people can live without a few fingers or teeth, we just might not be so kind about the process of removing them." Smirking at how the man before them started to plea about sparing him. With a sigh Ross pulled back to kneel before him reaching to take his banged up face in his hand forcing eye contact. "You agreed to come after my fucking kids. This isn't a negotiation. It's a punishment. Don't worry we'll leave enough so you can eat solid food and tell people about what happens with you fuck with the Rossi family. Now don't let me hear you bitch again or we'll do something to shut you up."

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