Liam Kenway
A late night sweep of Dusk Court led the restless stallion through the Susurro Fields, through Tinea Swamp, across Praistigia Cliffs, even through a round of the hospital. Now, as he rounded the Citadel and the epicenter of Dusk Court, Liam reflected on the life he was leading now. Sovereign of a court that had seemingly lost its way, relaxing into a familiar sort of role, and finding life in Novus to be incredible. Every time he met someone new, he realized just how many incredible individuals were out there, and how lucky he was to have been able to cross paths with them.
Despite being restless, Liam found himself being exhausted. He hadn't been sleeping well lately, despite having Bucky sharing his bed like they used to when they were younger. Not even a warm or hot bath could soothe his racing mind or aching body, and the stallion wasn't sure what was going on or why he was experiencing these things. He was restless, uneasy, and he could only assume it was due to the change in the season. Winter had been upon them for some time, but with the colder temperatures came the restlessness he'd come to realize started and only happened during the colder months.
Truthfully, he hated it. But how could he stop from hating it when he was frozen for nearly 70 years in a glacier in his homeworld of Agnosia? Just remembering the icy, cold plunge into the water, and then the slow, tortuous way he froze had him nearly panicking. After being found, he thought that he'd get over his hatred of winter, of anything remotely cold, but it appeared that he wasn't quite over it just yet.
As a rule of thumb, the Sovereign asked that his servants had all the fireplaces in the Citadel lit, regardless of if he was in the room or not. Despite how well it was built, it was a stone building, which unfortunately allowed in as much cold and frozen air as it liked. The fireplaces were working well enough, and each night, Liam went to sleep warm and comfortable.
The mornings were something else entirely.
The chambermaidens bustled in early in the morning, shortly after he rose from the bed he shared with Bucky — it was nothing more than platonic, their sharing a bed, wasn't it? — and they were quick — and quiet — to relight the fireplaces before heating up the water for the Sovereign's morning baths.
It was something that he reveled in. Ever since Bucky had brought it up the day they reunited in Susurro Fields, the copper-burnished stallion just couldn't start his day without a warm bath. He was well and truly spoiled by the opportunity to have such a thing. In Caeleste, and even in Agnosia, he'd never truly been able to have moments like that, moments where he got to pamper himself.
It was as he was making his way around the Citadel again to make sure that everything was right that he heard a swan honk in alarm, the sound causing Liam to whip his head up, eyes squinting as he tried to seek out the source of the noise. Suddenly, there's a flash of white, and it clips the effigy of the fountain before ending in a spiral crash directly into the cold water. Cautiously, Liam approaches, ears pinned against his skull as he stares at the thing in the water, but his heart leaps in his chest as he scrambles backward in fright as the swan emerges from the water while sputtering and honking. The sounds of Liam's hooves beating against the tile floor beneath him echoed in the quiet of the room, and the stallion just stood there, panting heavily as he tried to calm himself down.
The sun was slowly setting, the ever-creeping winter darkness settling in on the Dusk Court, though the chestnut stallion wants it to happen less and less every day.
Almost as soon as the swan emerged from under the water in the fountain did it disappear in a swirl of magic. Confused, Liam just squinted as he watched, not sure what to think or how to feel. What was going on? Was Loki back to his scheming ways? Flattening his ears against his head further, Liam lowered his head and watched closely as the magic swirled in the air around them. Jerking his head back as the magic ceased, Liam stared at the small winged equine standing in the shallow pool of water in his pool. The Sovereign snorted softly, confusion and concern written on his expressive face.
As if just realizing he has an audience, the white pegasus finally turns to look at him, a smile on his face. The other stallion's expression was warm, gentle, and filled with a startling amount of naivety. Who was this horse? Clearing his throat, Liam glanced at the fountain with a look of concern before turning his attention back to the equine who was speaking. "It's the court's fountain. You didn't break anything, I don't think. The glass panes are missing in the window you crashed through because of Asta," Liam sighs, almost sounding exasperated, though there's a touch of fondness there, too. "Oh! Ah, no, this is Dusk Court. I'm afraid you overshot your target. Did you— need assistance getting there?"
"Liam Speaks."
Notes;; ;w;
Tag;; @Odile
Voice claim;; Chris Evans
Words;; 890
Despite being restless, Liam found himself being exhausted. He hadn't been sleeping well lately, despite having Bucky sharing his bed like they used to when they were younger. Not even a warm or hot bath could soothe his racing mind or aching body, and the stallion wasn't sure what was going on or why he was experiencing these things. He was restless, uneasy, and he could only assume it was due to the change in the season. Winter had been upon them for some time, but with the colder temperatures came the restlessness he'd come to realize started and only happened during the colder months.
Truthfully, he hated it. But how could he stop from hating it when he was frozen for nearly 70 years in a glacier in his homeworld of Agnosia? Just remembering the icy, cold plunge into the water, and then the slow, tortuous way he froze had him nearly panicking. After being found, he thought that he'd get over his hatred of winter, of anything remotely cold, but it appeared that he wasn't quite over it just yet.
As a rule of thumb, the Sovereign asked that his servants had all the fireplaces in the Citadel lit, regardless of if he was in the room or not. Despite how well it was built, it was a stone building, which unfortunately allowed in as much cold and frozen air as it liked. The fireplaces were working well enough, and each night, Liam went to sleep warm and comfortable.
The mornings were something else entirely.
The chambermaidens bustled in early in the morning, shortly after he rose from the bed he shared with Bucky — it was nothing more than platonic, their sharing a bed, wasn't it? — and they were quick — and quiet — to relight the fireplaces before heating up the water for the Sovereign's morning baths.
It was something that he reveled in. Ever since Bucky had brought it up the day they reunited in Susurro Fields, the copper-burnished stallion just couldn't start his day without a warm bath. He was well and truly spoiled by the opportunity to have such a thing. In Caeleste, and even in Agnosia, he'd never truly been able to have moments like that, moments where he got to pamper himself.
It was as he was making his way around the Citadel again to make sure that everything was right that he heard a swan honk in alarm, the sound causing Liam to whip his head up, eyes squinting as he tried to seek out the source of the noise. Suddenly, there's a flash of white, and it clips the effigy of the fountain before ending in a spiral crash directly into the cold water. Cautiously, Liam approaches, ears pinned against his skull as he stares at the thing in the water, but his heart leaps in his chest as he scrambles backward in fright as the swan emerges from the water while sputtering and honking. The sounds of Liam's hooves beating against the tile floor beneath him echoed in the quiet of the room, and the stallion just stood there, panting heavily as he tried to calm himself down.
The sun was slowly setting, the ever-creeping winter darkness settling in on the Dusk Court, though the chestnut stallion wants it to happen less and less every day.
Almost as soon as the swan emerged from under the water in the fountain did it disappear in a swirl of magic. Confused, Liam just squinted as he watched, not sure what to think or how to feel. What was going on? Was Loki back to his scheming ways? Flattening his ears against his head further, Liam lowered his head and watched closely as the magic swirled in the air around them. Jerking his head back as the magic ceased, Liam stared at the small winged equine standing in the shallow pool of water in his pool. The Sovereign snorted softly, confusion and concern written on his expressive face.
As if just realizing he has an audience, the white pegasus finally turns to look at him, a smile on his face. The other stallion's expression was warm, gentle, and filled with a startling amount of naivety. Who was this horse? Clearing his throat, Liam glanced at the fountain with a look of concern before turning his attention back to the equine who was speaking. "It's the court's fountain. You didn't break anything, I don't think. The glass panes are missing in the window you crashed through because of Asta," Liam sighs, almost sounding exasperated, though there's a touch of fondness there, too. "Oh! Ah, no, this is Dusk Court. I'm afraid you overshot your target. Did you— need assistance getting there?"
"Liam Speaks."
Notes;; ;w;
Tag;; @Odile
Voice claim;; Chris Evans
Words;; 890
I'm with you till the end of the line
