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Title: If We Were Gods
Genre: General
Characters: Luke, Asch (hints of GuyxLuke, AschxNatalia)
Summary: (kinda long for a summary)
Luke and Asch are twin gods; they are born from a regular man and woman, but their spirits are the essence of the god of life, Lorelei. Asch is the elder of the two. His birth was foretold as the sign of Lorelei's descent, when he would either bless or curse the world after consulting with his child. However, Luke was born just after Asch, and that wasn't in the prophecy. As a result, Asch is very cold towards him, and he's a bit of a wild card by way of prophecy. He is actually more feared than Asch; everyone kisses up to Asch, hoping to gain Lorelei's favor, but they generally steer clear of Luke, thinking that he represents Lorelei's other pathway for the world: destruction.
Because of this, Asch is rather brash and pompous, but has a good heart and a strong sense of what is right and wrong. He has no problem pointing that out, and very often has offended many nobles because of it. Meanwhile Luke is shy, quiet, self-conscious and withdrawn, although he is extremely kind to those who give him a chance; Guy, their attendant, is one of those people. Luke adores Guy, because Guy was his playmate when they were growing up, one of the few children who didn't listen to the rumors; of course, that could have been because his parents died when he was very young. Guy seems to dislike Asch, but Asch brushes off his distrust as if it didn't even bother him, treating him a bit closer than a servant; sometimes, it even seems as if Asch would very much like Guy to be as familiar and warm with him as he is with Luke, and that occasionally adds to his jealousy of Luke.
Their songs revitalize anyone who hears them, but you either have to have a special audience or are able to attend the celebrations where they sing. Their eyes turn gold when they sing, because it is said that's when they're channeling Lorelei's blessings onto the world. However, there have been occasions when their eyes would turn gold, and they would glow gold and things would disappear, or cease to exist in any form; this happened when Asch was two and hurt himself on a piece of metal, and again when he was fourteen and threatened by an assassin.
...yeah, < /essay > now.
: \ I suggest reading the summary, but it's not necessary.
"I will not be bought like a wandering minstrel!" Asch shouted, and the attendant standing before him cringed in fear. "We will not be singing for the pleasure of some fat noble, lying on his back in a palace while fed by concubines as his people starve! Tell him I hope he chokes to death on his own gluttony."
"Asch, that's rather harsh," Luke murmured.
"If I wanted your opinion, I would ask it!" Asch turned and glared at the messenger, allowing a flicker of gold to enter his eyes for a split second. "Now go!"
The man, noticing the color, gave a little yelp of terror and fled, very nearly knocking over the young man who at that moment was entering the audience chambers. Luke perked, a grateful smile gracing his face. "Guy!"
Guy swept his arm before him, bowing low before the two. "My apologies, my lords. Your response took longer than intended to convey; I had to resort to intimidation at a certain point."
"Good." Asch began pulling the beads of gold braided into his hair from his blood-red locks, combing his fingers through it. "Maybe they'll understand that I'm not simply some puppet figurehead. Perhaps I should go over there and give them a little display of power."
"I doubt that would go over well with the Council," Guy pointed out, smiling as Luke struggled to jog over to him in his long, flowing robes. When the redhead finally embraced him, he placed a hand atop his head, stroking his hair.
Asch's eyes did not miss this, but he gave no indication of anything out of sorts. "I don't care what the Council thinks. Those old imbeciles are as bad as the rest. You'd think with the threat of horrible doom hanging over their heads, these greasy old politicians would clean up their acts instead of sucking up to me like I can't tell they have one hand in my treasury and the other on a knife poised behind my back. It's insulting."
"Am I to listen in on their board meetings again?" Guy, at the wordless insistence of Luke, began to help the teenager untangle the beads from his own hair.
Asch flapped a long sleeve at him. "No. Queen Natalia always tells me what's going on anyways; she agrees with me, thank goodness." Snarling at a particularly difficult-to-reach bead, Asch sent Guy a pointed look.
With all the poise of someone obviously unwilling, Guy glided over to Asch and very quickly and effeciently removed the beads from his hair, handing them to the demi-deity. He strode back to Luke, and brushed the bangs back from the boy's face, unnoticing of the disappointed sadness on Asch's identical visage. "You're getting along rather well with Her Majesty, aren't you my lord?"
"Stop calling me that. You know I hate it. And yes, we're friends." Asch did not expound upon that fact, feeling his cheeks warm slighty at the mention of he and Natalia's relationship. Of course, there wasn't much that could be done; he was a god in mortal skin, she was a monarch of one of the two most powerful countries in the world. Speaking of the countries, however... "Did you speak with Emperor Peony?"
"Yes, my lord." Asch scowled, but Guy ignored it and continued. "He said he would be delighted to attend your and Luke's birthday celebrations, especially if, and I quote, 'those two are doing that great dance again.' He showed a rather intense interest on whether or not you'd had your costumes tailored for it yet." Guy was struggling to hold back a laugh.
Asch sighed, and rolled his eyes. "His country is going to go bankrupt. Whatever. Please send a letter that yes, we'll indulge his weird little fettish, and he can make them this year. But they have to serve as our gifts; I don't want him doing some stupid extravagant thing like last year. Not only was that embarrassing, it looked ridiculously expensive, even for an Emperor."
"He also wished to know if he is allowed to bring his rappigs this y-"
"NO." Both Asch and Luke spoke in terrifying unison.
Genre: General
Characters: Luke, Asch (hints of GuyxLuke, AschxNatalia)
Summary: (kinda long for a summary)
Luke and Asch are twin gods; they are born from a regular man and woman, but their spirits are the essence of the god of life, Lorelei. Asch is the elder of the two. His birth was foretold as the sign of Lorelei's descent, when he would either bless or curse the world after consulting with his child. However, Luke was born just after Asch, and that wasn't in the prophecy. As a result, Asch is very cold towards him, and he's a bit of a wild card by way of prophecy. He is actually more feared than Asch; everyone kisses up to Asch, hoping to gain Lorelei's favor, but they generally steer clear of Luke, thinking that he represents Lorelei's other pathway for the world: destruction.
Because of this, Asch is rather brash and pompous, but has a good heart and a strong sense of what is right and wrong. He has no problem pointing that out, and very often has offended many nobles because of it. Meanwhile Luke is shy, quiet, self-conscious and withdrawn, although he is extremely kind to those who give him a chance; Guy, their attendant, is one of those people. Luke adores Guy, because Guy was his playmate when they were growing up, one of the few children who didn't listen to the rumors; of course, that could have been because his parents died when he was very young. Guy seems to dislike Asch, but Asch brushes off his distrust as if it didn't even bother him, treating him a bit closer than a servant; sometimes, it even seems as if Asch would very much like Guy to be as familiar and warm with him as he is with Luke, and that occasionally adds to his jealousy of Luke.
Their songs revitalize anyone who hears them, but you either have to have a special audience or are able to attend the celebrations where they sing. Their eyes turn gold when they sing, because it is said that's when they're channeling Lorelei's blessings onto the world. However, there have been occasions when their eyes would turn gold, and they would glow gold and things would disappear, or cease to exist in any form; this happened when Asch was two and hurt himself on a piece of metal, and again when he was fourteen and threatened by an assassin.
...yeah, < /essay > now.
: \ I suggest reading the summary, but it's not necessary.
"I will not be bought like a wandering minstrel!" Asch shouted, and the attendant standing before him cringed in fear. "We will not be singing for the pleasure of some fat noble, lying on his back in a palace while fed by concubines as his people starve! Tell him I hope he chokes to death on his own gluttony."
"Asch, that's rather harsh," Luke murmured.
"If I wanted your opinion, I would ask it!" Asch turned and glared at the messenger, allowing a flicker of gold to enter his eyes for a split second. "Now go!"
The man, noticing the color, gave a little yelp of terror and fled, very nearly knocking over the young man who at that moment was entering the audience chambers. Luke perked, a grateful smile gracing his face. "Guy!"
Guy swept his arm before him, bowing low before the two. "My apologies, my lords. Your response took longer than intended to convey; I had to resort to intimidation at a certain point."
"Good." Asch began pulling the beads of gold braided into his hair from his blood-red locks, combing his fingers through it. "Maybe they'll understand that I'm not simply some puppet figurehead. Perhaps I should go over there and give them a little display of power."
"I doubt that would go over well with the Council," Guy pointed out, smiling as Luke struggled to jog over to him in his long, flowing robes. When the redhead finally embraced him, he placed a hand atop his head, stroking his hair.
Asch's eyes did not miss this, but he gave no indication of anything out of sorts. "I don't care what the Council thinks. Those old imbeciles are as bad as the rest. You'd think with the threat of horrible doom hanging over their heads, these greasy old politicians would clean up their acts instead of sucking up to me like I can't tell they have one hand in my treasury and the other on a knife poised behind my back. It's insulting."
"Am I to listen in on their board meetings again?" Guy, at the wordless insistence of Luke, began to help the teenager untangle the beads from his own hair.
Asch flapped a long sleeve at him. "No. Queen Natalia always tells me what's going on anyways; she agrees with me, thank goodness." Snarling at a particularly difficult-to-reach bead, Asch sent Guy a pointed look.
With all the poise of someone obviously unwilling, Guy glided over to Asch and very quickly and effeciently removed the beads from his hair, handing them to the demi-deity. He strode back to Luke, and brushed the bangs back from the boy's face, unnoticing of the disappointed sadness on Asch's identical visage. "You're getting along rather well with Her Majesty, aren't you my lord?"
"Stop calling me that. You know I hate it. And yes, we're friends." Asch did not expound upon that fact, feeling his cheeks warm slighty at the mention of he and Natalia's relationship. Of course, there wasn't much that could be done; he was a god in mortal skin, she was a monarch of one of the two most powerful countries in the world. Speaking of the countries, however... "Did you speak with Emperor Peony?"
"Yes, my lord." Asch scowled, but Guy ignored it and continued. "He said he would be delighted to attend your and Luke's birthday celebrations, especially if, and I quote, 'those two are doing that great dance again.' He showed a rather intense interest on whether or not you'd had your costumes tailored for it yet." Guy was struggling to hold back a laugh.
Asch sighed, and rolled his eyes. "His country is going to go bankrupt. Whatever. Please send a letter that yes, we'll indulge his weird little fettish, and he can make them this year. But they have to serve as our gifts; I don't want him doing some stupid extravagant thing like last year. Not only was that embarrassing, it looked ridiculously expensive, even for an Emperor."
"He also wished to know if he is allowed to bring his rappigs this y-"
"NO." Both Asch and Luke spoke in terrifying unison.