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Started February 08, 2019 by Deleted user

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Rumius sighed softly, crossing his arms. “Bring her back to me once you’re finished, please. I’ll be in the room down the hall.”

"Yes, my lord…" They all answered, echoing off one another. They took her to the dressing room and let her view the wardrobe. There was so much to please her senses with. Such vibrant colors and differently textured cloths. There were even perfumes for her to smell. But she settled on the softest material in soft blue. It was a glorious experience.

Dressing her, though, was a nightmare. She whined and complained of the undergarments. The maids had to pin her down only to get the dress over her head, to prove to her that nothing would harm her once her head was through. The arms were easier to explain and teach to her and Rumors, – along with the whole kingdom– could surely hear her shrill shrieks of excitement as she was shown her reflection in a mirror.

Rumius stood by a mirror, being dressed in another cloak by his trusty butler named Qwer. He had another name, but people just called him Qwer.

“What do you think of the girl, Master?” His butler asked gently, finally finished with the snaps on Rumius’ cloak.

Rumius sighed and shook his head at his mirror, where he stood in front of it, watching his reflection and face.
“She is something else. However the Gods have forbidden me to speak poorly of her, unfortunately…” His voice died softly as her shrill shrieks ran through the kingdom. “Goodness. It sounds like she’s being punished.”

“I think that is mirth, Master,” The butler responded with a gentle laugh.

Reene swirled and swayed as she was returned to King Rumius by snickering maids, watching her skirts pan out and fly in the air in such a shimmering blue spectacle. The maids calmed her to a stop though as they neared the kings quarters. One knocked on the door. "She is dressed, my lord." She spoke.

“Good. Let her in, please,” The king responded with a bite of annoyance in his heavy voice. Qwer crossed the room and opened the door, bowing to the maids and Reene, letting the latter in.

Reene stepped inside, her eyes shining in her new found clothing. She smiled to the butler. "Greetings!" She said as she stepped past him. She marveled at Rumius. "You have replaced your clothing…"

Rumius crossed his arms, gesturing for the door to be shut. Qwer complied.
“I did change my clothes. You look wonderful, Reene. Your choice of dressware is quite nice.”

She laughed, swaying her hips, causing her skirts to sway in such a hypnotizing fashion. Or at least it was hypnotizing to her. She stopped a few moments later and her hands at her sides. "Thank you, Rumius." She responded in thanks.

Rumius sighed softly and tried not to stare. No matter how much he hated it, he ad to fall into his masculinity at some points.
“You are welcome. Now, this will be your room. It is also mine, but the Gods said I must sleep with you. So… here we are. This is our butler Qwer.”
Qwer bowed.

"Why must you slumber with me? what if you don't want to slumber when I do?" Reene questioned. "And how come Father spoke to you and not I?" This made her visibly upset. She had hardly got a whimsical farewell from Father Scronos when she had fallen, but he had given Rumius words of instruction.

“I’m not sure. I’m supposed to give you companionship and company. So that’s why I’m making this rule. You can sleep in here while I am not, that is perfectly fine. But at night, we must sleep. But we will have our own side. Do not be upset that you’ll be sharing with me,” The king tried to soothe.

"i'm not upset." She muttered, " Why should I be upset about slumbering with you? We rest our eyes and become unconscious of what is around us, I will not even know your there until I wake again."

Rumius shrugged. “I guess you can thimk of it like that. Many people would be upset to sleep with me, you know. Butnit’s getting late, so I’m going to turn in for the night.”

"Okay." Reene said with a shrug of her own. She began to match the motion with feelings of indifference. "You can sleep."

Rumius watched her mime and rolled his eyes. “That wa my plan. You sleep right there.” He pointed to the left side of the bed, as he laid down on the right.

Reene gave him a nod, but crossed the room towards the window. The moon was still out and shining and Reene could see her brothers and sisters in the sky. She hesitantly placed a hand on the window and stared yearningly into the deep, dark expanse about.

Would they miss her?

Rumius watched her cross the room as Qwer turned off the light. What was the Widh Granter thinking? She looked so sad gazing up at the sky, as Rumius usually saw happiness in the eyes of Humans when they gazed.
“Do you miss them?” He asked softly, his voice rumbling in his throat.

"Yes, I do…" She asked with a sad laugh. "No wonder you humans wish a lot, 'missing…' it–it hurts…" She said, and then, the oddest thing happened. Her eyes they clouded over and stung, and soon liquid fell from them. Confusion mingled with her sadness as she raised a hand to her damp cheek, catching the tear.
"Wha- What is this?" She asked. And then another fell, they seemed to increase at she blinked.

Rumius sighed softly, looking down at the bed. “You are crying. And I understand what it means to miss. Unfortunately you rarely ever reconnect with them.” He sighed and rolled over onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. He suddenly realized how rough he was with her. Damn… the Gods will be unhappy p…

((We can go to the dream once he sleeps, have him talk with the gods again))

"Crying… it happens when you're sad." She whispered to herself. "I'm sad…" She declared with bursting realization. "But I don't want to be… I- I'll see them again." She wiped at the tears.

(I’f Love to do that!

Rumius closed his eyes with a soft sigh. “Yes. You will see them again,” Rumius lied, slowly drifting off. This night had certainly been a tiring one….

((I knew you would! You can play one of the gods if you'd like, but I'll be playing Scronos since he's her father and God of Night))

Once he slept, he was sent to a place not of the earth. A palace much more expansive and grander than anything known to man. Or unknown, mortals didn't truly have an inkling of what was above. Ulysia was the realm of the gods, only the invited were present there, and within his dreams King Rumius was a guest.

Scronos sat in his throne of deep darkness, stars marking his skin. His eyes, dark voids of space and time, darted here and there as he watched servants pass, half heartedly participating in the council as they waited on their mortal comrade.

(Oooooooh! What other Gods are there to play? Perhaps Time could be one?)

Rumius blinked open his eyes, to find himself standing there. His robe set and cape fluttered gently around his ankles. His outfit was of a silvery white color made entirely of a silky substance. It was dotted in real flecks of gold, and the cloak that hung from his shoulders waved around his legs in a manner he wished other cloaks could achieve. He inhaled softly and made his way towards the palace, the cloak flailing out behind him and gleaming in the bright light of the passing servants who greeted him.
He stepped into the palace, his dark eyes reflecting the dark, yet light, aura that the God emitted, and his hair shone in it. He approached the huge throne, the light getting sucked from his gleaming eyes and hair.

“Scronos,” He greeted softly, bowing to a knee, which was shaking slightly under him. “You have called upon me again.”

((Sure! Like other myths, there are many gods. There is one thing that I may add though: The Sun Goddess, Scronos and Synia are siblings. Together they rule day and night. If you'd like to play her, I'd be fine with that, if not, it's still fine))

Scronos raised a coal colored brow as the mortal approached, he looked him over as an amused smirk curled his lips, lightening his sharp features.

“Doe.” He said. “You let her name herself Doe. Of all the names you could've said 'yes' to you chose that…” He laughed softly, the mortals simplicity was amusing as it was infuriating. He waved a hand and a goblet of fine wine appeared in his hand. "Come, we have much to discuss." Scronos rose and stepped down from the throne, standing three heads taller than the mortal.

(I can totally play her! Are there any names you want me to use specifically?)

Rumius’ expression immediately creased unhappily, and his lips fell. “I thought it was nice. And if she likes, it, I don’t care. You told me to let her be her own person.” He straightened up slowly, glaring up at the God. “Which is what I did.” He crossed his arms, waiting until the God reached his side.

((Well there is one thing, they both have a Father, he is the very first god (i guess) Their father is Raea, that's mostly it, I'll try to keep track of other names you use and we can dub them as other gods))

Scronos rolled his eyes, Rumius was quite distasteful when his sleep was interrupted. Giving a soft chuckle, Scronos prompted him with a wave of his hand. "Let's walk."

(Sounds good!)

Rumius huffed grumpily and nodded, starting to walk at the God’s side. He was much craving a goblet of wine, and he knew he’d want one when he woke up. This meeting would be exhausting…

Smiling, the god sipped from his goblet, humming as the tangy drink slid coolly down his throat. Glancing over to Rumius, he sighed. "Do you remember what I spoke of to you the night before. To distinguish your…misgivings?" He watched the male over the rim of his goblet as he drank some more.