Noelle Pemberly-Asa Lykaios
308 | Intersex [ Pronouns : They / Them] | Royal Offspring | Zanit | Mentions : Shanahan

A young figure lay wrapped under their blankets , a soft groan of discomfort comfort from them. Their amber eyes narrowed sharply as they felt another pang seize them, and they curled further into the blanket. They were absolutely miserable, cramps were a bitch - and these were causing a goddamn hissy fit. And it was only the second day of their cycle! It was so uncalled for and so barbaric, they didn't feel like moving nor doing anything today. Screw a meeting, they needed rest . These cramps had been annoying them for a good hour now and they couldn't get any rest. They knew heat and chocolate make cramps feel better. They wondered where their Thrall was - knowing them, they would be nearby for the young regent, and Noelle appreciated that dearly of them . The young person rubbed their eyes as they slowly moved, careful not to set off their body which was in turmoil with cramps and just plain aching. Their hair was in a white bonnet and they stood slowly in their white satin nightgown - grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around them as the proceeded to look for their Thrall. They didn't care if they looked ridiculous at the moment, they were on a mission and they would succeed. And it was easy to find their servant as, he was located near their door which was flattering in all, but shouldn't he be getting rest? They couldn't have a sick Thrall on their hands if they could help it, but mixing on from that - they needed to ask their servant here to do something for them.

" Shanahan, " the young regent had said sleepily, " can you write a letter telling my father I will not be in attendance for the meeting , because I am not feeling my best and need to rest." Their voice was groggy and tired, and rubbing of the eyes sealed the tiredness even more . " and then can you get me my goodies " they said with a more hopeful tone and beaming eyes towards Shanahan.

After that, they slowly made their way back to their bed and slowly climbed back in it. They were disgruntled by the cold sheets, any other month they would appreciate them, but not now. This led to them aggressively fluffing a pillow out for themselves and placing it back on the bed. As they covered themselves in the sheets they have a small huff - they were freezing cold, and that didn't help their cramps at the moment. And they closed their eyes trying to focus on getting some sleep , so at least they wouldn't be so tied in the morning. However, it seemed that it being so cold were only making the pains worse and they were so freaking tired of this. They flipped and turned until they could find a spot for them to curl up and rest in. However it just irritated theyr body more, the slow yet warm pulsating feeling in their stomach growing worse as they moved - leading to a small whimper of pain as they curled up, yet again. Curse being intersex , they thought heatedly. And they for a moment popped their head out and blankly looked at the fluffed pillow on their bed. And without a word grabbed it, shoved it into their face, and screamed into the pillow. It lasted a good minute or two, and afterwards they felt a little bit better as they lay in their bed miserable and hoping they didn't have to do anything particular significance anytime soon.

The low drumming in their head wasn't doing them any favors either as they tried to relax . They groaned as they slowly propped themselves up and rested their head on the headboard and just closed their eyes - a soft sigh escaping them. They were concerned about their father as they hadn't had the chance to see them since the attack that had everyone laying low, they were currently at their private castle which only a handful knew where it was . After all they didn't trust everyone, especially after the incident. They slumped down in the bed, just so he could be more comfortable

Thanos | 1212 | Male | Soverign | Ilepir
Mentions: Open

The Sun was no longer in the sky, and half of the world was embraced by night. It was getting colder by the minute, and the leaves fell off their branches. The solemn clouds partially blocked the moon and stars. Only visible through the gaps of conjoined vapor. The moonlight creeps through a singular uncovered window, noising into a room occupied by something. . .unnatural. Their hair of silver glistened under the moon's rays while their light blues were concentrated on something on their desk. Their fingers twitched as he tapped his pen on the surface in a steady rhythm, a softened tapping sound interrupting the silence while the desk lamp beamed on the observed paper. They squinted their eyes at the blinding light source.

An exhausted sigh left their lips as they rose to their feet, nearly collapsing as their head became light and their legs felt wobbly. They leaned over and rested their hands on the desk, shutting their eyes to rid themselves of such dizziness. "I truly hate paperwork. It's a bane to my undead existence," a deep masculine voice responded to no one in particular, tiredness seeping through his words. He lifted one of his hands and pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering a few words before prying himself away from the desk. His eyes lazily drifted out the open window, his lips thinning in an uncertain emotion. Thanos's eyes went to the full moon submerged in the clouds, scoffing in displeasure. "Stalker, much?" He muttered, displeased about the unwelcoming guest, giving a brisk shake of his head before stumbling to a cabinet.

His vision was cloudy, and his mouth felt dry. His head began to pound like it was close to exploding. He fell to his knees, his hands gripping both sides of his head, giving them a hardened squeeze. His stomach felt light, squeezing and twisting to punish him for mistreating his need. Thanos felt like he was going to vomit at any second. He quietly dried heave, his hands covering his lips, forcing himself to quiet it down. When everything was starting to lighten up, he got back up and yanked the door to the cabinet open. Staring at him in a taunting manner were rows and rows of bottled blood, silently mocking him for his current state of distress.

Thanos swiftly grabbed one of them, tugging the cork out, and chugged the crimson liquid greedily. His symptoms died down, the sickness he was experiencing leaving as if it didn't bring him discomfort. With his body partially his once more, Thanos walked over to his bed and plopped down on the mattress. His hand held on to the bottle of blood protectively, afraid it would slip out of his clutches. His orbs of blue concentrated on his desk with seemingly never-ending paperwork, his whole demeanor shifting to be one of defeat. He worked himself to the bone for eight days straight, and the piles still reached the roof. These attacks caused a burden not only to the vampire race but to his poor wrists as well. "I hadn't seen my children in days either," he tsked, scolding himself for his appalling actions of neglecting his offspring's needs. Finishing his bottle before getting back to his feet, he walked over to his wardrobe to change out of his silky white robe.

Thanos slipped on a casual black t-shirt and dark blue jeans. He didn't bother to put anything fancy on tonight, wanting to feel like a commoner with no desk work and not a sovereign of an entire vampiric race for one night. His brows dipped to a frown, checking himself out in the mirror of his vanity table. The vanity table used to belong to his ex-wife. With her no longer his wife, all the paperwork went to him instead of them splitting it. Well, he prefers the non-stop writing to being married to her longer. That marriage wasn't one of romance as it was for political reasons, to bring two covens together. With hers dead, it was practically pointless to stay married to her. Not to mention the fact she was a bitch to their child. He would've stayed married to Dahila if she hadn't done such actions to Noelle or his other children.

He ensured to wear the plainest clothing before stepping out of the room, tying his silver hair into a messy bun with a hair tie his ex-wife left behind. Her loss, his gain. The hair tie remained by his side throughout their marriage. If only she had the same qualities of it. He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his pants, his mouth gaping open as he yawned. When a thrall approached to ask about the meeting, Thanos shrugged, his face unmoving as he wasn't stressing about such a thing, "Tell everyone the meeting is canceled. I'm going out for a while." The thrall's mouth dropped for a split second, then closed it. "Of course, your majesty," she hastily replied, then dashed off to tell the others about the canceled meeting.

"Listen here, you mangy bastard!" A heavy Irisish voice boomed through the hair, venom laced in their hard-to-hear strong accented words. Jayco's emerald eyes boiled with rage, his jaw clenched immensely, while his face scrunched up in displeasure. "I did no such thing." His voice lowered, leaning forward to get closer to the person he was talking to. "I didn't kill that guy. I killed someone that ironically looks like him! Thank you, though," he snapped, tone drenched with heavy sarcasm, "for coming to me first to ask about it. At least I know that I'm the first person in your mind, and I adore that. However," He rolled his eyes before commenting again, his stomach on the table, "I'm also offended that you believe I'd do it that poorly. Whoever killed that dude needs to get their murder license taken away. Pronto!" He slammed his fist angrily onto a wooden table, then a large crack was heard, and the table split into two.

A moment of silence occupied the room, Jayco's eyes on the shattered table he broke. A minute later, he gasped dramatically, his mouth agape in feigning distraught. "You broke my fucking table!" He points an accusing figure in front of him, then to the table in pieces. "I stole this thing fair and square. You arrived at my house, dared to accuse me of something I most certainly didn't do and destroyed my embezzled table." He threw his arms in the air, his hands going through his red curly hair. Jayco exhaled sharply before dropping his arms, slapping himself on the side before gesturing to the table with the same here. "Super glue can't fix that mess. Not even flex tape. That means," he sucked air through his teeth, making a hissing sound, "I have to go to someone else's house." He glared daggers at the person across from him, getting agitated by the second. "You're not going to say anything? Ugh, rude." He examined the house, staring at the blood-covered walls and floors, ignoring the bodies on the floor. Jayco's attention went to the tilted paintings and destroyed furniture, chewing on his bottom lips. "This place is horrendous. The one who made this mess should clean it up," tilting his head back to the one he was conversing with prior, the man slumping in his chair, clearly deceased.

He rolled his eyes when he didn't get a reply, then stormed out of the trashed house. He was in the middle of nowhere in the dastardly woodlands, the cold weather nipping at his skin and the glowing eyes staring at him from the dark. Wait, vibrant eyes at him from the shadows? Jayco didn't acknowledge that for a few seconds, checking out the area until one of them blinked his way. His thick brows knit together, "Did my shadow buddies follow here from my dreams?" He snorts, tugging a strand of his locks, fixated on the eyes watching him. He realized something, making him slap his face, "Right. . .I forgot the new ones. I'm such a horrible animal dad." Jayco claps his hands together, a smile on his freckled face, "Children! Go ahead and have a feast." His lustrous eyes of green surveyed the tree line, a cheeky grin on his face. He listens to the bushes rumble and branches being snapped as they emerge from the brambles, heading to the open front door. The animals he recently bonded with were four wolves, a brown bear, and a mountain lion. He's grateful for such beasts as they can take the blame instead of him. I mean, come on! You can't arrest a brown bear for murder. Besides, the cuffs are too small for them.

He watches them for a little while before strolling deeper into the woods, heading toward the abandoned castle for the meeting that's about to take place. That was his goal until a horned owl landed on a branch and hooted, making Jayco stop. His eyes went to the bird, raising a brow, "Something you need?" "Hoot. Hoot." "What'd you mean he canceled it?!?" "Hoot." Jayco's teeth ground together, squeezing his hands into a tight fists. He was speechless, the owl tilting its head in confusion and worry. He exhaled, raking his fingers through his scarlet hair. Jayco huffed, then shooed the owl off with a hand. "Thanks for the message. I guess." "Hoot." The bird flies his way, landing on his shoulders. "Can't you believe the man? I dressed up presentable for once," motioning to his blood-covered attire, grumbling bitterly, "He may be our king, but he's not free from a crotch kick." The owl tilted its head, keeping its large yellow eyes on Jayco. "Hoot?" "A crotch kick is when you take your leg and weaponize it against someone else's valuables," his fingers stroked the bird's chest, playing with the feathers, "It's a human thing."

The young man lay content in the warm bed. The warmth feeling good against his body. The bed was so damn comfortable, and he buried himself into the pillows more. The scent of rosewood and roses filling his nose. And that's when his pale eyes fluttered softly - their blue color even more hypnotizing when they were tired. They slowly looked around the room and noticed the beautiful woodwork and accessories. A soft hum of appreciation came from him as he slowly yawned, and that's when they realized their hair was visible, cursed bonnet , they thought as they noticed the bonnet on the nightstand beside the bed. That's when he noticed two things , he wasn't exactly wearing clothing and that he was in a rather nice house. He was surprised the man hadn't kicked him out - maybe he had charmed him enough to stay? He twirled a strand of hair at the thought, he might as well not overstay his welcome. After all things like this usually just lasted for a night, and so he got out the bed - stealing a bedsheet to wrap around himself, after all he couldn't be walking around indecently . Because this was Taukuel's house, right?

He noticed the fireplace, and gently kneeled to take in the fragrant scent of the wood, and that's when he noticed two outfits. One was near a closed door and the other was on the second seat near the fireplace. His hands traced along the outline of the suit and admired the colors, and that's when he noticed the dress. And he tilted their head a bit, had they seduced a married man? Now, they enjoyed having a pleasurable night as much as the next person but, if it was one thing they weren't : it was a homewrecker. That's when they noticed their clothes neatly folded in the chair with the new outfit. Wait, was the outfit for them? No, that would be absurd. Or would it? They were curious as to if the beautiful dress really was for them. They poked out their lip, a pensive expression on his face and so he decided to look at the room more, the sheet dragging behind them as they did - hoping that Tauekel didn't think him uncouth for doing such a silly thing. It wasn't a big deal, not that it mattered but it did to him. It was such a silly thing to worry about.

His eyes widened in embarrassment as he noted that Tauekel was showering in bathroom. He was so shocked that he couldn't help but notice his features. Because of the steam, most of Taukel's body was obscured - but he could still make out the handsome features of the man, and he wouldn't be lying that even in a shower he looked attractive . If he could've blushed, he would , but you know being undead and all - instead he opted to slam the door in an embarrassed manner and cover his face in embarrassment. Good Goddess Above, he exclaimed in his mind as he thought of the man before him. He could feel his embarrassment grow - he opened the door back slowly, a shy and embarrassed expression on his face, " Sorry, didn't mean to walk in on you, I didn't realize this restroom was in use. " he said a bit awkwardly as he held the sheets closer to him .