Julian and his declaration of love for apprentice?
Oh man this is going to be a roller coaster ride of emotions
When Julian Devorak makes his declaration of love it is by no means in a private setting but in front of the crowd before him as he stands on the stage, hands tied behind his back and a guard on each side of him.
It is the night of the masquerade party and the fugitive doctor got captured by the guards sent by Consul Valerius who eavesdropped on a conversation that the apprentice was having alone in their temporary lodgings in the palace.
Julian looked across the busy crowds until his eyes locked onto the apprentice’s who sat right in the centre of the crowd. They were easy to spot as their beauty shone brighter than the night stars that hung above them. A turbulent of emotions swirled in Julian’s chest as he spoke above the shouts and outcries that demanded blood and retribution.
“Tonight may be the last night I will be alive. This may be the last time I ever have the chance to speak freely and therefore as a man who is condemned of murdering Count Lucio I have the right as a man to speak my last words.”
Julian’s eye focused intently on the apprentice, a small and genuine smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“My last words shall be a declaration of love.”
The crowd suddenly went silent at his words. One could barely hear anyone breathing let along hear a pin drop.
“Y/N,” Julian spoke again, “From the moment I met you at your shop I knew that you were special. Every day you have given me something that no one has ever done, your hope and most importantly…your love. I never thought I could live on as a lone fugitive, but you gave me the hope that someday everything will fall into place. For a long time, I believed that I never deserved love and yet you gave me all the love you could give and for that I am more than grateful. No matter what happens to me, I love you with all my heart. My heart and soul will only ever belong to you. Because of you, I was more eager than ever to prove my innocence, but alas some stories do not have a happen ending…”
Julian’s voice broke as the tears he struggled so hard to hold back finally fell, staining his pale cheeks.
“You are my shining star when I look at the beautiful night sky, my radiating and warm sun and my guiding moon. If soulmates are real than I can say for certainty that I have found mine.. I love you (Y/N).”
Those were Julians last words as he felt the rope tugged into the flesh of his neck. Julian was not going to let his dear apprentice see him sad and grieving. No, he would go down with a smile on his face.
You poor man, swinging helplessly from the chains
suspended by your feet in hopes that your sacrifice will mean something?
Hey, um…I just wanted to let you guys know that I won’t really be on here much this week. …I’m not sure. Depends on my mood and how I’m feeling mentally, and if I get busy with family stuff.
But I’ve never really mentioned it on here before, but my great-grandpa hasn’t been doing the greatest the past couple years, and I’m very close with my mom’s parents and her grandparents, so I’m a bit shaken up right now.
Though very recently this year he’s taken many falls, and suffered many concussions. And just not too long ago he was sent to the hospital due to his mental state (being hard to deal with) and are trying to figure out how many possible strokes and other things he mught have had. He’s…in a state where’s he’s mentally unstable and confused. And he’s currently been diagnosed with CTE, which is…not good. It’s only going to get worse from here as he’s immediately going to be sent to a nursing home (if able) to by the end of this week after he gets out of the hospital.
My family are going through a hard time right now, so if you could have me, my family, and my great-grandparents in your thoughts, I’d really appreciate it. ♥︎
Thank you, and hope you all have a wonderful day/night. ♥︎
it’s so hard to have to try to be friends with people. like it’s nice to have people who get it. who will just come to your house when you’re too depressed to go out. lowkey, no pressure. i’m hating being at other people’s houses because it’s glaringly obvious that i do not belong. my house doesn’t feel like home, but it’s getting easier.
so a little while ago, I put out a post asking for suggestions on what to write for keiths birthday. @radiofreekerberos suggested shiro throw keith a surprise party (thank you sm btw), and I tried a lot of different ideas but nothing was coming lol so went to my default which is sicfics. and even then here I present the worst thing ive ever written :P
but the only way i wouldnt write for my boys birthday is if i was dead.
Fall was a pretty good season. Pretty colours, Halloween, pumpkin spice everything, perfect jacket and scarf weather—usually. Today, Keith had realized too late, was perfect raincoat and boots weather.
He shivered, pulling his sweater tighter around his shoulders. He was already miserable, and now this. Granted, it was just a light rain, but he had also been plagued with a persistent case of the sniffles. After sneezing and shaking all day, suffering through school and work like a braindead zombie, Keith was more than ready to go home and rest, rain be damned.
When he had clocked out of work, he’d felt a nagging in the back of his mind, like he’d been forgetting to do something. But he’d done everything he was supposed to, hadn’t he? Clean the tables, sweep the floors, empty the register, lock up. That was it. He’d done it all. Maybe he just felt off because he wasn’t usually the one to lock up he diner. It was Hunk’s diner, and he was usually the last one out, so naturally the one to lock up everyday. But today he’d left Keith in charge for the last hour before closing time, claiming he had some sort of important business to take care of. He refused to say what this business was, which was odd because Hunk usually never kept secrets. It was pretty much physically impossible for him, and even today he’d looked like he was about to burst.
It was odd, Keith thought, Hunk had been avoiding him most of the day. Unlike the odd feeling of a forgotten obligation.
Keith checked his bag. He went over all his possessions, taking inventory. Textbooks, work clothes, pencils and papers. A few assignments his professor had handed back today. Keith was actually pretty proud of those; they’d gotten good marks. Maybe he was forgetting an upcoming college project. He checked his phone, but there were no reminders.
After coming up emptyhanded, he decided to push away the feeling and just focus on getting warm. The rain was freezing, and his teeth were chattering, nose running, fingers numb. He wasn’t sure if it was raining harder now, and that was why he couldn’t see, or if his vision was just going blurry because he was exhausted. He didn’t care. He just wanted to be home, in bed. His clothes were soaked now, and his shoes pooled with water wherever he stepped, squelching on the pavement.
There were about two blocks to go until he would be home. Keith tried to focus on that. He plodded along, head down, trying and failing to avoid all the puddles. When he looked up to cross the street, his body couldn’t keep up with his eyes, and the world started spinning much too fast and he was stumbling out into the street.
A flash of headlights and the too-loud sound of a horn, the screech of brakes. The car slammed to a halt just feet away, spraying Keith in a shower of dirty puddle water. The driver screamed at him, but Keith couldn’t make out what was being said over the torrential downpour and the ringing of his ears. He scurried out of the road, trembling even harder because now not only was he freezing, but holy shit he’d almost been hit by a car.
The apartment door was locked. Shiro must not be home, Keith figured. He liked sharing an apartment with Shiro. It was easier on rent, and it was nice to not be alone. Keith had been alone a lot, and while he did like his solitude, Shiro had made him realize that being all alone all the time wasn’t all that great. Keith clumsily wiped the water from his face as he searched for his keys, and he didn’t want to admit it, but he wouldn’t be surprised if a few tears had been wiped with it, because now he was thinking about a little raven-haired kid, all alone on the streets, no idea who his mother was, no clue where his father went, scared and hungry and tired and ready to give up. Until Shiro had taken him in and given him a real family, for the first time.
Keith finally found his keys, and as he slid them into the lock he was silently berating himself for getting so emotional all of a sudden. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he get a grip? And why was he so cold? Pointless questions swirled in his mind, and the more he thought, the worse it got, until he found the strength to grip the door handle. At least he was pretty sure he did, he still couldn’t feel his fingers, all he wanted to do was get inside and go to bed, but there was still the feeling he’d forgotten something and not knowing was making him feel sick to his stomach—
Keith nearly toppled over backwards from the sheer force of the six voices all screaming in unison. He blinked, trying to take in the scene in front of him. Shiro, Hunk, Lance, Pidge, Allura and Coran were positioned around the room, wearing pointed paper hats and cheering and throwing streamers. Pidge had three kazoos sticking out of her mouth and was violently blowing out a tune that sounded oddly similar to “Here Comes the Bride,” and she was spread out like a starfish, holding a sparkly happy birthday banner that was nearly as big as her. Evidently it had been made by Lance, who was covered head to toe in glitter and waving around a bunch of balloons. Hunk stood behind the kitchen table in front of a cake. The yellow headband he always wore had been replaced by a weave of ribbons.
“Happy birthday, Keith!” Lance shouted.
Keith just stared at him.
“You didn’t forget your own birthday, did you?” Shiro asked. He had a large red gift box held in his arms.
Keith blinked again. He could see Allura and Coran out of the corner of his eye. Coran had his hands held behind his back. Allura’s were pulled up under her chin, excitedly awaiting Keith’s reaction.
Keith continued to stare. The room fell silent. The banner drooped. The gift was set down. The balloons stilled. Keith just stared, at his friends, the decorations, the cake. It was too much. Too much noise, too many sparkles, too many people. Too much for his rain-soaked, pounding head to compute all at once.
He felt his face grow hot. His knees went weak, and he sunk to the floor, and before he could stop himself, he was sobbing.
He didn’t process what was being said, but he heard voices, words. They sounded worried.
“Oh, dear.” Allura.
“Perhaps we surprised him too much.” Coran.
“Aw, gee, man, you walked all that way without an umbrella?” Lance.
“Guys, he doesn’t look so good.” Hunk.
Keith felt a pair of tiny hands gently finding his wrists, and he curled his fingers around them. Through a haze of tears, he saw light glinting off Pidge’s glasses. “Hey, Keith, what’s the matter?”
“I-I-I-I’m-I’m ss-sorry,” Keith cried. He wiped furiously at his eyes, fists stilled balled up with Pidge’s teeny little fingers. He could barely talk, his throat felt so tight. How could his face fell so hot when the rest of him was freezing cold?
“Hey, it’s okay, Keith, it’s okay.” Keith felt a strong, warm hand on his back, and he leaned towards it, into Hunk. Hunk was warm, and it helped ease Keith’s shaking.
“I’m sorry,” Keith repeated.
Shiro looked down at him thoughtfully. “What’s wrong?”
“I just…don’t feel very well.”
Suddenly there was a hand brushing his bangs from his forehead, blessedly cool on his too-hot face. Keith sighed in relief as Shiro moved closer and shifted the hand to cup his cheek, and press against his brow.
“He’s burning up,” Shiro said. Keith got the feeling Shiro wasn’t talking to him anymore, because everyone else seemed to jolt to attention.
“You mean he’s sick?” Lance asked worriedly.
“Aw, Keith, why didn’t you say anything?” Hunk frowned.
“Didn’t give me much of a chance,” Keith mumbled, chasing the last traces of tears from his face. He was still shivering.
Shiro wrapped an arm around his shoulders and helped him to his feet. “Let’s get you some dry clothes, huh?”
Keith nodded, and before he could protest Shiro was scooping him up off the ground. There wasn’t really any sense in trying to wriggle free now, Keith figured, was there? He coughed wetly, congestion settling in his lungs. He really should have taken an umbrella.
“We’re terribly sorry, Keith,” Allura said softly. “We thought a surprise party might be a good way to celebrate your birthday. I see now we were wrong.”
Keith shook his head lightly, managing a soft smile. “It’s okay, Allura.”
“Is there anything I can do? Perhaps Coran and I could run to the drugstore to get you some medicine?”
“Ye—” Keith was cut short by a harsh coughing fit.
“That would be great,” Shiro answered for him.
Shiro brought him to his room, helped him towel off his hair, and found him some dry pyjamas. Keith changed, and crawled into bed. The soft enclosure of blankets made him sleepy, and he vaguely thought that this was the most content he’d felt all day.
“You do know it’s your birthday today, right?” Shiro sat next to him on the bed.
“I, uh…might have forgot.”
Shiro sighed. “I’m really sorry, Keith. This whole surprise party was my idea. I know we never really did anything for your birthday other years, but this year I thought you might enjoy it. I’m sorry I’ve ruined your special day.”
“Shiro, you didn’t ruin anything. I’m sorry I messed it all up by getting sick. I—" Before he could say anything more, there was a knock at the door, and Lance, Hunk, and Pidge appeared. Hunk held a steaming mug of tea in his hands, which Keith accepted gratefully.
“How do you feel now?” Lance asked. He sat on Keith’s other side.
Keith decided to just be honest. He’d probably already made a fool of himself anyway. “I feel cold.” The rain had somehow seeped into his bones, and now he was chilled all the way through. Shiro put an arm around his shoulders and rubbed the goosebumps that dotted Keith’s bicep. Lance found his way to Keith’s side, and Pidge spread herself over his legs. Keith felt their warmth, their love and support, and he was pretty sure it was the best birthday present he had ever received. He told them as much.
“Oh, speaking of presents,” Hunk jumped up, “you still haven’t gotten to open yours.” He ducked out of the room and returned moments later with the red box. “From all of us,” he said.
Keith inspected it closely. Nobody had ever really given him a birthday present before, other than Shiro, and that had always been something like a candy bar, or a pair of socks. Not that Shiro didn’t care, of course, he just knew that Keith didn’t like making a big deal over things like that. This year was different, though. Keith had begun to come out of his shell, and Shiro had noticed, or else he wouldn’t be surrounded by all his closest friends right now.
Keith tentatively tore at the paper.
“Come on, dude, don’t be scared,” Lance grinned. “It isn’t gonna hurt you.”
Keith ripped the rest off, and opened the box. From the folds of tissue paper inside, he produced a thick, leather-bound book.
“Open it, “Shiro encouraged.
Keith flipped open the cover. The paper inside was a warm, off-white colour, thick and grainy. Each of his friends’ signatures were scrawled around the page, around a photo of the seven of them laughing and making silly faces. It was a scrapbook.
He turned the page, nervous under his friends’ expectant eyes. This page was filled with more photos, candid shots of playing video games with Pidge and Lance, him and Hunk with frosting on their noses, Shiro spraying them all with the hose, selfies in bathroom mirrors, sitting at coffee shops, walking down trails. Keith kept turning pages, a smile creeping up his face as he remembered all the days these pictures had been taken. There were other things, too, a movie ticket, a receipt from the hospital when Keith had broken his arm, a fallen leaf from the national park. There was so much, but all of it had one thing in common: every photo, every memory, was of a time when Keith and his friends had all been together.
“Wow, guys, I…I don’t know what to say. Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“We’re glad you like it,” Hunk smiled.
“And look,” Pidge’s eyes glowed as she thumbed through the remaining pages, “we left you some blank ones, so that you can add your own stuff.”
Keith couldn’t help the dumb grin that was splitting his face. “Thank you,” he repeated. “I can’t believe you guys did all this for me. I’m just so sorry I messed it all up.”
“No way,” Shiro said. He tightened his grip around Keith’s shoulder. “You didn’t ruin anything. We’re sorry we forced this onto you.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, this is one birthday I’m sure to never forget,” Keith said. It was true. Not because he was sick, not because he’d burst into tears—though that would probably haunt him for some time—but because this birthday had been spent with people he cared about. And they, in turn, cared about him. Keith rested his head on Shiro’s chest and let his eyes flutter shut. He felt Lance’s breathing even out next to him, Pidge on his legs, and Hunk’s warmth by his feet.
By the time Allura and Coran returned with the medicine, the five of them were all asleep.