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CLOSED for prompts | OPEN for fills
Please have a look at the extended rules here.
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- Post anonymously.
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- One prompt per comment. Warnings for common triggers and squicks are encouraged, but not required.
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Please direct any questions or report any problems to the Ask a mod post.
Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!
(You can also check out our Pinboard for Filled or Unfilled prompts)
UPDATE 3/2/2017: Per the Rules thread: Do not hijack prompts. If someone posts a prompt for one pairing, don't comment to say "I want to see this for [other kink]" - post your own prompt for the other kink). To that end, if you are unclear on a prompter's kinks/DNWs, please feel free to ask about them. If you ask about kinks/DNWs or to clarify a prompt, you are in no way obligated to fill it.
Additionally: Do not repost prompts from the previous round in their entirety. By this we mean copying and pasting prompts without any changes. If you see a similar prompt to a prior prompt, that is not a repost. Obviously prompts that are reposted per the above rule do not count either. (After all, they will be similar but not the same.)
ROUND TWO IS NOW CLOSED FOR PROMPTS!
Go ahead and keep on filling away, we will open up round three for prompts at 0000 EST, Saturday April 22, 2017.
FILL: Sacrifice 2/?? Re: Any Oracle, Gendering Roles makes everything awkward
Date: 2017-05-03 02:54 am (UTC)----
His memories of the attack were fragmented, ever after. He knew he had seen Mother fall, knew he had fought to stay with her but been overwhelmed by sheer force of numbers, knew he had expected to die and been surprised when instead he had been dragged back into the manor. He remembered Lunafreya’s screams as she had been dragged after him, remembered her calling his name, remembered calling out to her in return. He would never forget the moment they had been hauled into the throne room and seen the carnage there, Father’s body surrounded by the bodies of the Tenebrae Guard who had fought to the last to defend their liege-lord. But how those moments fit together, he would never know.
When his memory became a coherent ribbon again, he was cowering in a corner of the throne room with Lunafreya, surrounded by MTs with weapons pointed at them. He didn’t dare move; if he did, the paltry cover he provided his sister with his body would be lost.
“Don’t look,” he whispered, “Luna, please, don’t look,” but she ignored his orders and did anyway. He didn’t truly blame her. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Father either.
The sounds of violence outside died into silence before anyone came for them. At last, the doors were flung open and a tall man in the uniform of the Niflheim Army strode in. He smiled as he looked at the bodies, as he looked at Ravus and Lunafreya. Ravus did his best to hide his fear behind a mask of cold authority. He would not let this man, this invader, this murderer see him falter.
“And here are the princesses!” said the man, as though he were making an introduction. Ravus clenched his jaw. Apparently Niflheim was backward in certain key regards, or else the man was just trying to get a rise out of him. It wouldn’t work; he wouldn’t allow it. “Apologies for the mess, ladies. Spring cleaning, you know how it is, always gets worse before it gets better.”
“How dare you!” Ravus realized that his voice was echoed by his sister’s, both of them finding fear overcome by rage.
The man, a general by his insignia, continued on as if they had not spoken. So it was there, at gunpoint, that they learned what was to happen to them.
Tenebrae was now an Imperial protectorate, the general said. There would be certain administrative changes. The crown of Tenebrae would be held in abeyance, though the two of them would be allowed to retain their titles as a courtesy. The Ministerial Council was not being dissolved, but some of its members would be replaced with “new blood”. Ravus had a sinking suspicion what would happen, might have already happened, to its original members. He felt sick. He had known those men and women since childhood, since he had begun following after Father to learn the business of governing, and now they too were dead. Like Father and Mother and the Guard and the servants and everyone in Ravus’s life. Everyone but Lunafreya.
There was more. The Empire was quite willing to “sponsor” the work of the Oracle, but there would be certain restrictions on travel, for the Oracle’s safety of course. They were both to be confined to Fenestala Manor outside of Oracle duties or “special circumstances”, whatever was meant by that. A Niflheim-appointed guardian would run the manor and the country “on their behalf”, as if they were children. Lunafreya might be a child, but Ravus at sixteen thought himself fully old enough to take up his duties as King of Tenebrae.
But there was no King of Tenebrae anymore. There was just the Empire.
“So you see, ladies, there is no need to be worried. The well-being of the Oracle is of the first importance to Niflheim.”
“You murdered the Oracle,” Ravus said, his voice shaking with wrath. He knew he should keep quiet, but he couldn’t get the image of his mother’s body from behind his eyes.
The general kept smiling, but there was nothing but danger in it. “I suggest you hold your tongue, Princess Rava. We only need one Oracle, after all.”
Ravus would have spoken anyway, made reckless by grief, but Lunafreya grabbed him with both hands when he started to pull away from her. “Don’t leave me,” she whispered into his back.
When she put it like that, what could he do? He subsided into silence, settling for leveling his stoniest glare at the general. It didn’t have much effect; the man just kept smiling.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, in the interest of your safety, you are to be confined to your rooms until the manor is secure. It shouldn’t take long.” Shouldn’t take long, because all the Guard who could have mounted a resistance were already dead. There would be no rescue coming. “Then we can begin discussing the plans for your Ascension, Princess.”
The change of subject caught Ravus off guard. “Luna can’t Ascend yet,” he said. “She’s too young.” Only twelve, younger by far than the youngest Oracle in history. She couldn’t possibly be ready yet.
“Did I say she would?” Before Ravus had a chance to respond, the general continued, “MT Units, escort the princesses to their chambers and stand guard outside the doors. Access is restricted to myself until further notice.”
The siblings clung together as the robotic MTs shoved them down the corridors to the family’s private wing of the manor. Ravus tried to get between them and Lunafreya, but so surrounded it was impossible to give her cover from all of them, and anyway she was doing the same to him. They had to be dragged apart by force: Ravus knew in his mind that it was foolish, but he couldn’t help believing that if he once let Lunafreya out of his sight, he would never see her again.
Alone in his room, he tried to think through the fog of despair. He had to stay in control of himself. He had to protect Lunafreya, protect their people, and that meant thinking clearly and controlling his emotions so he could select the correct course of action. Father (oh Astrals, Father!) had taught him that.
What had the general meant, saying that Lunafreya would have her Ascension soon and then denying it? It wasn’t as though they could refuse, if it came down to it: the Empire had all the power here, and besides, Lunafreya, responsible as she was, would hate the idea of leaving the people without an Oracle until she grew up. They must plan to have an Ascension, or else why bother keeping either of them alive? Ravus paced back and forth the length of his room, trying to think like a Nif. They needed an Oracle, or at least didn’t want to be seen to destroy the line of the Oracles completely. But why the denial? Why not come out and tell them what was to happen, just like he’d told them everything else? It made no sense. Unless…No. They wouldn’t. They couldn’t. Could they? Ravus thought of the way the general had lumped him and Lunafreya together as “ladies” and “princesses”, and bit down on his lower lip.
“Ravus. Ravus!”
He was startled from his thoughts by his sister’s voice.
“Come to the window, Ravus!”
Of course! He raced to the very back of his room and knelt up on the window seat, flinging the large window wide open and leaning out. From the next window, Lunafreya’s blonde head looked back at him. They’d done this before, using it to communicate when one or the other of them was supposed to be in trouble and confined to their room. He’d forgotten all about it, but fortunately his sister hadn’t.
The first thing they did was discover that if they both leaned out at the very edge, their arms were long enough to hold hands between the windows. Lunafreya’s soft hand gripped his like a vise, and Ravus doubted his grasp was any gentler. They stared at each other in silence, both too gripped by myriad emotions to know what to say. Nothing could change the facts.
Ravus was the first to speak, his prior thoughts rising to the surface again. He grasped at them, grateful for something to think about that was at least somewhat safe, safer than the carnage they could see from their windows. Their rooms overlooked the gardens. He focused on Lunafreya’s face.
“I think they want me to be Oracle.”
His sister’s expression was a study in confusion. “Why would they?”
“I don’t know, but I think they do. Perhaps so they can hold the Ascension sooner?”
“But they can’t! You’re not -”
“I’m not sure they know that, or care.” The general had called him by his dead name. And Ravus did have the powers of the Oracle, whether or not he’d used them in years. And he was the elder.
Lunafreya looked, if possible, even more distressed. “Ravus, you mustn’t! I am to be Oracle, not you!”
He blinked at her, surprised by what sounded like jealousy. “It would only be for a few years, until you are old enough.” Oracles could step down, he knew; in happier days an elderly Oracle had often retired to the position of advisor to her heir.
“No, you don’t understand,” she insisted. “I must be the next Oracle.”
“But why? What is it that I don’t understand?”
So she told him.
She told him about the prophecies of which the Cosmogony he had studied was only a fraction, told him about the fate that awaited the Oracle of the Chosen King of Light, told him about how before their ill-fated visit King Regis had told Mother that his son was that Chosen of the Crystal. She told him, and Ravus finally understood her growing solemnity and reserve. She told him, and one more horror was added to a day already filled to bursting with horrors.
His nerveless fingers slipped from hers as she spoke. By the time she finished, his hands were clenched on the windowsill, nails digging into the wood. He shook his head, trying to deny what could not be denied.
“This cannot be.”
“It must be.” Lunafreya’s voice was soft but relentless as the tide. “Or else the Night will have no end.”
It was the resignation in her voice that broke him. Ravus flung himself away from the window and collapsed upon his bed, staring at the ceiling but not seeing it.
Had they known? That was the question that would not cease running through his head. When he had come to his parents and insisted on being Ravus, had they known what fate they were dooming their second child to by coddling his whims? Had they chosen him over Lunafreya deliberately? The question pounded in his blood. There was a bitter irony in it, that he only knew to ask the question now that the answer was beyond him forever.
He couldn’t bear it. He’d just lost everything else in the world he’d ever loved, and now he was to lose his sister too? That was insupportable, impossible. He would not allow it. But what could he do against the very gods?
There was one thing.
The general didn’t appear at his door for some hours. When he did, the MTs parting before him, Ravus’s eyes might be red with weeping, but his voice was steady.
“I will be your Oracle.”
Re: FILL: Sacrifice 2/?? Re: Any Oracle, Gendering Roles makes everything awkward
Date: 2017-05-03 10:31 pm (UTC)But of course he would make that choice for his sister.... ;_;
Re: FILL: Sacrifice 2/?? Re: Any Oracle, Gendering Roles makes everything awkward
Date: 2017-05-06 03:09 am (UTC)If Ravus has a virtue, it's his love for his sister; if he has a flaw (or...more than one lol), it's his tendency to take her choices away from her.