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Levir Gaege

What is the holiness of the empire? It is to know collapse.

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a character in “Cosmogyral”, originally authored by Εpιmetheus, as played by RolePlayGateway

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A severe-looking young man with a cold gaze and a cold heart. His eyes are vacant and harsh, black glass with a void hidden behind, endless and longing. He barks his orders with an even-toned rasp, and they wonder if there is anything inside or if he's nothing more than an empty husk.
He does have a heart beating inside his chest. By his count, though, it's never good to let people know that. People know you have a heart, all of a sudden they have a target, they know where to aim. He doesn't care about much. He used to, but things have changed. As things do. Example: he used to smile at his fellow soldiers. Example: he used to laugh all the time. Example: he used to be able to stomach seeing the citizens. Seeing his family. Things change.
He takes his place at the Queen's side, one hand on the pommel of his sword, and does his job, observes the trite world of politics. Then the door closes and the potential threats are gone; his eyes soften and he chides the Queen for being late again. Some semblance of a smile plays at his lips, and why not? No one to see the target now.
He has a heart in his chest and it is beating, but this is misleading. It is not whole. It is cracked and splintered, and there are shards digging into his lungs and dust bleeding into his veins. There is a smile playing at his lips, but it is a shadow of the laughter that once bubbled up into his throat.
He is not what he once thought he would be, not what he should be, and neither is she. She declared his words empty once, and so they remain, for she is the Queen after all, and her decrees are law.


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His family had served the monarchy for generations and he knew what his future held before he could speak. His father put a sword in his hand from the moment he could stay steady on his feet and that was that. He was groomed and trained like a show dog, but he didn't mind. His life had a purpose, and all the blisters on his hands and blood in his mouth would mean something someday.
She was five and he was seven. Nothing was serious yet. It didn't mean anything yet. He spent half his day with her in her lessons and the other half accumulating bruises like trophies.
At eighteen, he gripped his sword and it had a whole new meaning. A whole new weight. This was what the training was for, the blisters and the blood. It was worth is. His father passed him his title, and he did not choke back tears, but there was a pride in the man's eyes.
There was a pride in his eyes too, when he stood behind her. He was behind her when she held the crown, behind her when she placed it on her head, behind her when she spoke the words that changed everything, behind her when he heard his stomach drop and his heart break. He stands behind her still. The glint of pride is gone.

So begins...

Levir Gaege's Story

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                  Declarations of war. The thing many rulers fear, while others embrace it with a fire burning deep within their soul. Now that the Cosmos and all those who reside in it are under the threat of war, the two major sides have chosen to meet within one of their allied kingdoms. For the King, it was the Princess of Virgo who would host, while the Queen the Princess of Capricorn. 

                  As for all those declared ‘neutral,’ many have highly advised them to consider a side; to at least look at those who are potentially arming against them - and consider those who are primarily around them. For while many prepare to depart, those who have not chosen to align themselves with a side still must choose if they need to call a meeting among themselves.

                  Once the war begins, no one will be safe. But for now, we turn to our stars that shine brightly in the skies of spring.


Thanks to Verix for helping out with the first post!

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                      x//♚ QUEEN OF STARS : ESTELLE
                      x////////////////YOU BOUGHT A STAR, BECAUSE YOUR LIFE IS DARK AND IT NEEDS SOME LIGHT

                      x///////..///..//DIALOGUE ▖| #3b3d8f
                      x//////////./////..///THOUGHTS. ▖| #9281d2


                      xxxEARLIER
                      There were only two things more abhorrent in life than the act of living itself; the first being long distance traveling.

                      To Estelle, whose thoughts would run endlessly without a sound, she found boredom without occupation. Seeing the world in dark numbers and ink-stained words so often, that regularly she would forget what color the sky looked at dawn. This was because to the Queen of Stars there was no time like the present, and she knew her life had a time limit.

                      With such a dislike for traveling however, it was a wonder that Estelle hadn’t died during the trip.
                      

                      She and her knights had left the islands of Caelestis four nights ago, taking an airship to a port near the land of Pisces. She and a group of ten had then quickly rode the shortest distance possible across the country, so that by dusk they found themselves in the land of Capricorn.

                      It was mentally exhausting for the Queen for she would have preferred to use the portals as an easier and faster mode of transportation; but her advisers had been against the usage of such technology stating that they should try to appear non-threatening toward an ally. For who would be appreciative of a portal they had no recognition of and without their accord.

                      On top of a black horse Estelle sat warily looking at the two men she had to call knights. Augustine rode to her left while Levir to the right, and silently they were brooding like sullen adolescents. Neither had wanted to join her while she attended the meeting with her allies. But as her knights they had forgone their own personal distaste and bore it as bravely as a cowards in daylight. They had not said such improper opinions to her face, but years of servitude made her aware.

                      “I wonder why I keep you here,” she spoke more to herself but did not fluster under the accusatory glance of Augustine who had heard her. Estelle did not look over to see Levir’s expression for she could already see him rolling his eyes mentally.

                      “My Queen, you hurt me! To what ideals of yours do I owe your ire to, for it is incredulous that I - your perfect knight - should be seen as anything less than satisfactory,” she did not give him the recognition he wanted but rather what he truly needed and that was silence.

                      Truly, the solemnness of the group had gone to his head.

                      Slowly she turned her head from her companion and tried to see past Levir to admire the mountainous terrain that she and her crew were transversing with caution.

                      The land of Cornua Capri was beautiful, and reminded her of the floating islands in which she inhabited. Thick forests made the sky look green and the well worn paths had her wondering how many people traveled where she was right then.

                      In retrospect the land had been used for centuries, millennia even and it wasn’t a great feat that she was standing there; but thinking about the history of such a place made her stare in awe. A small - barely visible - smile graced her features and she didn’t have the heart to dismiss it quite yet.

                      She had traveled as a child, touring each country to learn more about each culture and the people who resided in it - but even years later Estelle could not help but look in curiosity. There was so much to learn, so much to see that it only added to her philosophy that the pursuit of knowledge should never cease.

                      “We will arrive at dusk, your Majesty,” stated a guard - breaking her childishness behavior. The smile fell and her eyes narrowed into a look of apathy. She nodded her head to dismiss him and began riding steadily once more - forgetting about the wonders she had just realized.

                      xxxLATER
                      It was not the harshness of the mountain trail that set her on edge, but the silence of her companions that drove her to overthink and consequently make her all the more tired.

                      Estelle did not mind the quiet - in fact she thrived on it, but there was something disconcerting in her guards intonation that never let her be at ease: more so than usual. It was almost as if they had a secret that they knew she would figure out had they so much as uttered a sentence, and she was going to find out the reason no matter what. Of course brute force was always an option, but Estelle would have liked to think she had more tact than some other people she knew.

                      The horses stopped and so she followed suit, “Your Majesty, here lies the capital of Cornua Capri - Viscera,” the same guard who had spoken earlier recited, ”We shall inform Princess Faust of your arrival.” With that two knights of her group had sped off, dust trailing behind them.

                      Estelle raised her head in appreciation of the dutiful nature of her guards, and wondered what secrets lied beneath shiny armor.

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                        xxxx; EARLIER | TEN HOURS BEFORE

                        The course of time changed all things; something about the swash and backswash of hours eroding away at the foundation of the past. He hated to put something so complex into such pompously simplistic terms, and yet he found he could think of no better metaphor nor simile nor any other sort of trick with words that ultimately meant nothing faced with the brutal barrenness of reality. He did not think of this often, very rarely in fact, but it was the simple truth of the matter that the four days of travelling he had endured thus far had brought to surface the side of him he tried very hard indeed to keep buried: the nostalgic side.

                        Some unnecessary sentimentality was drudged up among the mountains and the forests they meandered through, and his thoughts drifted somewhat to the past - the very thing that had changed. As a child, Estelle had been taken from nation to nation, and, ever the faithful mutt, he had been forced to follow closely. They had even given him a blade (barely sharpened) for him to carry around, acting out the part as the princess' official bodyguard. He had been so prideful then, walking stiffly behind the young princess (back straight, shoulders back, gaze focused), trying his hardest to copy the real soldiers of the guard with their emotionless expressions and stiff gestures, but remaining incapable of keeping the bright smile off his face.

                        He had loved the travelling then, every new country just a new place to show off his polished armor and bright new uniform. And of course there was the young princess, gem of Caelestis, future Queen of Stars. And then there was him, standing just behind her, where he knew he'd always be. That was less of a burden then.

                        As was travel. Even without focusing on his foolish youthful arrogance, he had been enthralled by each new land they visited. Everything was new and mesmerizing then: new topography, new culture, new everything. And with each new land, it seemed to him, a new him, one wiser and far more enlightened. Well. What else can be said except he has none to blame but that same foolish youthful arrogance.

                        But, as he had realized some hours before, travelling had become a burden. When, he couldn't say for sure, though if he had to gander a guess , he'd probably say it was likely around the same time he had discovered that just about everything had become a burden. What didn't quite qualify as something as bad an actual burden was just... tiring. Just tiring.

                        He cursed the dense atmosphere of the forests surrounding their party, which hardly eased the melancholy of the air. His general scowling was interrupted by a childishly malicious comment by the Queen, who had hardly spoken a word in hours. Half of him wondered if she was simply growing bored and needed to stir up some sort of event.

                        "Augustine, for the love of god," he said, unable to keep the weariness out of his voice, "do us all a favor and shut up." He turned slightly towards the Queen, inclining his head with a mocking smile. "And you, My Queen, ever the scathing sense of humor. I am quite certain you're very well aware that your loyal knights exist for the sole purpose to follow where you go and protect you from all harm." It sounded, of course, like the platitudes of any serving knight, but she would see the chill hidden in his eyes. He knew that at least. He knew because he could see the same look he knew his gaze held reflected in hers.

                        Slowly, he turned his line of sight back front, focusing on the steady canter of the horse rather than the stifling air of the truly very lovely forest, which held no fault, really, for enabling his pathetic self-pity. But he blamed it anyway, and would very well continue to do so.

                        It wasn't long before he felt the Queen's gaze again, but it lacked the heat of a direct stare. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, saw the there-not-there smile gracing her features, and laughed a small breathy chuckle. He couldn't resist sidling his horse closer to hers and leaning for one more snide comment before keeping his mouth shut (and he vowed he would do so) for the rest of the journey. "Careful there, your Highness," he whispered, a smirk lifting his lips. "Wouldn't want people believing you've still got a heart beating in that chasm of a chest of yours."

                        A guard spoke, and he took the opportunity to steer his horse away from the Queen's once more, all traces of his half-smile gone. They rode the rest of the way in silence.


                        xxxx; PRESENT

                        It took far longer than it should have to reach their intended destination. No, that wasn't true. They had maintained a good pace, reaching the capital earlier than the projected arrival time, but the fact remained that they had spent nearly the entirety of the day riding through the countryside. Thus, regardless of the anticipated travel time, it would remain to him an unnecessarily long journey.

                        Two of the knights under his employ dashed off in the direction of the residing ruler's abode, leaving only Estelle, him, Augustine, and a group of six other knights. Still, it was the closest thing he'd had to peace all day. Augustine, despite Levir's earlier plea for him to keep his thoughts to himself, had hardly shut up at all for the majority of the journey. He considered Augustine a very close friend and confidant of his, hardly anyone he trusted more, but still Levir sometimes got the urge to throw him off the highest building he could find.

                        Weariness had set in eventually, he supposed, and Augustine was largely quiet now. A small reprieve. He was enjoying the silence. He dared not speak to Estelle (not while there were others around, not while he'd have to slip on a mask of completely unquestioning loyal servitude), and he'd gladly be rid of Augustine for an entire week at least, so instead he lowered his head to the ear of his nickering horse and whispered empty promises of apples and sugar cubes while they awaited the return of the two knights with the welcoming envoy from the Princess Faust.

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                      x//♚ QUEEN OF STARS : ESTELLE
                      x////////////////YOU BOUGHT A STAR, BECAUSE YOUR LIFE IS DARK AND IT NEEDS SOME LIGHT

                      x///////..///..//DIALOGUE ▖| #3b3d8f
                      x//////////./////..///THOUGHTS. ▖| #9281d2


                      xxxPRESENT
                      Following her distaste for traveling, the second most loathsome thing - or person she should say - was the boy next to her. Levir stood silently, brooding with the land of Capricorn as his background, and for all intents and purposes he looked the part he was meant to play - a dutiful knight protecting his queen. She knew better however.

                      The words spoken only hours before rang in her ears and reminded her where they stood, “Wouldn’t want people believing you've still got a heart beating in that chasm of a chest of yours.” Mentally she scoffed but outwardly she kept her face stoic as ever. The audacity of her knight.

                      The underlying truth.

                      Estelle had come to reason with herself long ago that while she did in fact have a beating heart it was simply that and nothing more - her love for poetry be damned. The capacity she held to love and be loved started and died the moment she learned of her position in the world; and her sudden change of disposition was not one out of necessity but rather freewill.

                      After all, she’s always had more pressing matters to attend to - such as the meeting with her allies to discuss the upcoming war against the king.

                      She narrowed her eyes and let out a breath of exasperation. That man.

                      ‘Does he have no sense of honor, of pride?’ Estelle wondered, but soon laughed at the preposterous notion that the King of Constellations would have no vanity. Of all the terrible traits he possessed, the self-adulation he felt toward his own ideology was so engraved in his heart that without it the king might as well have died.

                      “Your Majesty, the envoy has arrived,” a voice called out. The man then kneeled before her as any respectable knight would and dared not look into her eyes, ”Shall we depart?” It was funny how susceptible people to power were - acting submissive in front of it and yet lusting for more when bestowed upon them. It was their mortal nature, and it would be hypocritical of her to begrudge them for that.

                      Glancing at the man before her she responded, “By your lead,” and off they went. She road her black steed with her head held high and her shoulders square, looking every inch the cool and aloof queen she was thought to be - as all rulers should be. It would not do her well to show how human, how touchable, she was.

                      The envoy lead them through narrow passageways and sunken ground, making sure to narrate each section of the city as he went. It was interesting Estelle would admit, but the lit to his voice caused her head to throb and the reins in her grasp to be held onto more tightly. However despite that she took time to notice the embellishments of the city with pride. The decorations were not the most extravagant she had received, but they most certainly were not unpleasant to the eyes either. Like the land of Capricorn it made sense.

                      Halfway through the tour however, and seemingly a quarter of the sun’s life, Estelle smiled politically and spoke in a soft voice, “The land of Cornua Capri is fascinating and I wish I could listen to your beautiful narrative for hours, but I believe a faster pace would be more applicable to our situation.” She found no reason to be harsh, and as such when the envoy's face turned crimson she simply ignored the scene before her and nodded her head as he stammered out his apologies.

                      The rest of the trip they kept silent. Occasionally Estelle would hear Augustine whistle from his horse and a look his direction would silence him, but otherwise it was exuded a sense of serenity. It was, for all the trouble and turbulence they faced, the perfect backdrop for tragedy.

                      “We are here your Majesty, Princess Faust awaits your arrival at the grand hall,” the envoy spoke with a tinge of fear in his voice and Estelle could only incline her head to dismiss him. She would not of course tell the princess of his ramblings, but it would do him good to remember just exactly where he stands.

                      Quietly Estelle hopped off her horse and gave the reigns to one of the knights in her group. Soon after, and with a wave of her head, she ordered Levir and Augustine to follow her lead - walking at a moderate pace inside the citadel.

                      “When the others arrive you will keep your heads up but your eyes lowered, do you understand?” Estelle questioned, not looking at either of her knights but implying it all the same. It would do her no good to show her ally any potential weaknesses or imperfections.

                      “Of course, my queen.” She nodded and gave a sidelong glance to Levir before responding to Agustine with an amicable reply.

                      When they arrived at the grand hall, she spotted the princess immediately - her face a mask of passiveness that gave away her thoughts in the process. The princess was troubled, but for what reason she had no idea. After all, it was the same face Estelle wore herself.

                      “Princess Faust, I would like to thank you personally for holding the meeting in Cornua Capri,” Estelle smiled in polite accordance and bowed her head slightly, “Your affability will not go unrewarded.”