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Hello! Below i've written up a starter more or less for an idea I had. DM if interested!
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Pairings: MxM, (open to mxf)
Genre: light fantasy themes, medieval inspired. Adventure, pirates, princes, knights…
Writing lvl: Adv-Lit to Novella (i'll match you)
TLDR: When the crown feels more like a cage, a young prince abandons his title in favor of life on the seas... For five years, he lives life as it is fit for him until someone from his past catches up to him...
Will the familiar face make attempts to lure him back or will they join the runaway prince on his travels?
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The wayward prince of Eseer’s Perch couldn’t sit still to save his life.
The cinch of royal blood was ill fit within his frame, the pressures of nobility digging into his ribcage and bruising what was already sore. As a child, the drone of chastisement had been the principal accompaniment of every afternoon. Princes did not play. They did not scrape their knees. They did not sully their fabric with stains of grass and mud. They did not, they did not, they did not… His chaperones did their best to hammer it into his skull— that the crown prince was meant to be a reflection of his nation— not the wild haired rogue he was shaping up to be.
The older he got, the more severe were his reprimands, urgency flooding the hand of discipline as teenhood made its mark; verbal lecture turned to more tangible punishments from his father directly. Evander was no glutton for bruises, nor did he long for time spent locked away in the dingier corners of the palace. It was by some miracle to his tutors that he did seem to shape up— if not somewhat gloomily. The simple reality was that he had learned to be much more secretive about his misbehaviors, glumly attending to his duties by day, and shaking the stale posture loose by nightfall. Sneaking out of the palace had become a regular occurrence, the prince evading the eye of patrolling guards with ease having meticulously studied their rounds for weeks prior to his first excursion.
In all his evening escapades, he’d never been caught— but for the one time.
It had all gone just as it had so many nights before, empty hallways scurried down before the next wave of bootsteps thudded down the passage. It was, therefore, not the metallic sheen of guards who spotted him, but a pageboy turned squire who’d nearly screwed up the whole thing. Rounding the corner, Evander had practically run straight into him, quick to start up his shushing when the other boy’s exclamations piped up, too loud and too primed to expose him. “Hush up, would you??” the prince hissed, keeping his voice low while his hand pressed over the boy’s lips— only briefly until his name and title had fallen away from his gums.
The prince had seen him around, hard not to notice when there were so few other boys his age regularly in his orbit.
That night, and several subsequently, the boy had been dragged along on his outings. At first, Evander only wanted to be sure he wouldn’t expose him, kept within his sights to be sure he would not tattle. In time, it had become part of the routine… the boy, a companion of sorts.
The lone keeper of his secrets.
Most of them, at least.
By the time talk of marriage arrangements had begun making the rounds in his peripheral hearing, the prince knew he could not stay. There were others of his line more suited for the throne, those who would not choke on the scepter like he did. The kingdom would not fall to ruin all because it had lost its worst noble son, despite what chaos might stir in the aftermath. His mother would mourn it. His father would do all in his power to lasso him for appearances sake. His siblings would find themselves suddenly cast under a new light, faced with new pressures formerly unfamiliar to their frames. As much as he might have liked to spare them… one way or another the throne would kill him. He knew this intrinsically. So, after saying his goodbyes in his own roundabout way, he fled, stowing himself on a boat going anywhere else never to be seen again.
That had been the idea, anyway.
It was five years after his escape, boyish features grown into and changed, that a past he was eager to do away with caught up to him. Along the portside of Pavessa’s lower city, it found him, singularity recognizable to that squire boy who’d done a bit of growing himself.
“Prince Evander” the voice beckoned, forcing rigidity back into his spine, long dormant muscle memory snapping to alertness before he had a mind to dismiss it.
Around him, his crew looked up from their various boxes of cargo being lugged to and fro, interrupted with be-scowled mugs that questioned exactly what the fellow was after. He himself turned a half step to address the would-be stranger, despite the recognition lurking behind his irises. “You must be confused.” he spoke, holding a hand up to dismiss the concerns of his seafaring companions.
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Hello! Thx for reading!
I’m looking for someone who enjoys collective world building for a long-term rp using this general set up— BUT if you have an idea you feel might go well with this that might be a little different than the setup I have here, still feel free to reach out!! I’m totally flexible!
Im totally cool with most things including violence, gore, and all that.
Looking forward to hearing from you :D
||TAGS||
Pairings: MxM, (open to mxf)
Genre: light fantasy themes, medieval inspired. Adventure, pirates, princes, knights…
Writing lvl: Adv-Lit to Novella (i'll match you)
TLDR: When the crown feels more like a cage, a young prince abandons his title in favor of life on the seas... For five years, he lives life as it is fit for him until someone from his past catches up to him...
Will the familiar face make attempts to lure him back or will they join the runaway prince on his travels?
||PLOT||
The wayward prince of Eseer’s Perch couldn’t sit still to save his life.
The cinch of royal blood was ill fit within his frame, the pressures of nobility digging into his ribcage and bruising what was already sore. As a child, the drone of chastisement had been the principal accompaniment of every afternoon. Princes did not play. They did not scrape their knees. They did not sully their fabric with stains of grass and mud. They did not, they did not, they did not… His chaperones did their best to hammer it into his skull— that the crown prince was meant to be a reflection of his nation— not the wild haired rogue he was shaping up to be.
The older he got, the more severe were his reprimands, urgency flooding the hand of discipline as teenhood made its mark; verbal lecture turned to more tangible punishments from his father directly. Evander was no glutton for bruises, nor did he long for time spent locked away in the dingier corners of the palace. It was by some miracle to his tutors that he did seem to shape up— if not somewhat gloomily. The simple reality was that he had learned to be much more secretive about his misbehaviors, glumly attending to his duties by day, and shaking the stale posture loose by nightfall. Sneaking out of the palace had become a regular occurrence, the prince evading the eye of patrolling guards with ease having meticulously studied their rounds for weeks prior to his first excursion.
In all his evening escapades, he’d never been caught— but for the one time.
It had all gone just as it had so many nights before, empty hallways scurried down before the next wave of bootsteps thudded down the passage. It was, therefore, not the metallic sheen of guards who spotted him, but a pageboy turned squire who’d nearly screwed up the whole thing. Rounding the corner, Evander had practically run straight into him, quick to start up his shushing when the other boy’s exclamations piped up, too loud and too primed to expose him. “Hush up, would you??” the prince hissed, keeping his voice low while his hand pressed over the boy’s lips— only briefly until his name and title had fallen away from his gums.
The prince had seen him around, hard not to notice when there were so few other boys his age regularly in his orbit.
That night, and several subsequently, the boy had been dragged along on his outings. At first, Evander only wanted to be sure he wouldn’t expose him, kept within his sights to be sure he would not tattle. In time, it had become part of the routine… the boy, a companion of sorts.
The lone keeper of his secrets.
Most of them, at least.
By the time talk of marriage arrangements had begun making the rounds in his peripheral hearing, the prince knew he could not stay. There were others of his line more suited for the throne, those who would not choke on the scepter like he did. The kingdom would not fall to ruin all because it had lost its worst noble son, despite what chaos might stir in the aftermath. His mother would mourn it. His father would do all in his power to lasso him for appearances sake. His siblings would find themselves suddenly cast under a new light, faced with new pressures formerly unfamiliar to their frames. As much as he might have liked to spare them… one way or another the throne would kill him. He knew this intrinsically. So, after saying his goodbyes in his own roundabout way, he fled, stowing himself on a boat going anywhere else never to be seen again.
That had been the idea, anyway.
It was five years after his escape, boyish features grown into and changed, that a past he was eager to do away with caught up to him. Along the portside of Pavessa’s lower city, it found him, singularity recognizable to that squire boy who’d done a bit of growing himself.
“Prince Evander” the voice beckoned, forcing rigidity back into his spine, long dormant muscle memory snapping to alertness before he had a mind to dismiss it.
Around him, his crew looked up from their various boxes of cargo being lugged to and fro, interrupted with be-scowled mugs that questioned exactly what the fellow was after. He himself turned a half step to address the would-be stranger, despite the recognition lurking behind his irises. “You must be confused.” he spoke, holding a hand up to dismiss the concerns of his seafaring companions.
…
★
Hello! Thx for reading!
I’m looking for someone who enjoys collective world building for a long-term rp using this general set up— BUT if you have an idea you feel might go well with this that might be a little different than the setup I have here, still feel free to reach out!! I’m totally flexible!
Im totally cool with most things including violence, gore, and all that.
Looking forward to hearing from you :D