real,” is what young Charls d’Acquitart (Laurent de Vere) grew up to believe, surrounded
by mirrors and flocks of cards flying in and out of existence under his
siblings’ sleeves. And yet, it didn’t feel very magic when his older brother
(Auguste de Vere) and sister (Jokaste Artes) were locked up in maximum security
prisons after a particularly ambitious heist turned sour. Years later, a master
of prestidigitation, manipulation and lockpicks, Charls is ready to attempt the
most insane and rocambolesque double
prison breaks of history. But that’s without counting on quickly rising FBI
agent Theo Karthas (Damen Akielos) keeping an eye on the family of magician
“The de Vere brothers are as
astonishing as always.” – The Starbust —
“Two hours of pure magic
(literally).“ – The
Marlas Paper —
"Where is the sequel?” – The Ios Times
So I was never actually part of the event, but as a member of the cp fandom who is thoroughly enjoying the works coming out of the secret santa exchange, I would like to dedicate this drabble to the @captiveprince–ss admin! Thanks so much for putting this together!
Warning: mentions of prostitution
“This is really embarrassing. I’m a cop investigating a prostitution ring undercover as a prostitute and you’re a cop undercover as a patron and wow it turns out we’ve been investigating each other this entire time” AU
If you had asked Laurent several months ago, when he had started his investigation, where he would be right now, it wouldn’t take a detective to know that he wouldn’t say here. He wouldn’t have even guessed at the possibility that he would be sitting in a chair outside the task manager’s office, cursing both his own stupidity and the stupidity of whoever was responsible for such a colossal oversight.
He had heard of two detectives being placed in the same territory for a major case, so that there was less chance of both of them switching sides over the course of the investigation. But even that was rare. It was unheard of for two top investigators to be placed, not only on the same case, but unaware of each other, in opposing personas. Laurent pursed his lips in compressed rage and humiliation. How had anyone even possibly thought that this would end in any way other than-
It was Damen, sitting in the chair beside him, who spoke the words first. “So, you’re not a prostitute.”
they all mean something different to me but i would have to go with chapter 19 of PG. nothing can compare to their FIRST time for me and it was so incredibly well written that i genuinely felt like my heart was being squeezed while i was reading it. the first time in KR at karthas is a veryyy close second though
*** This is the timeline reading from reading Kings Rising and any events that fall into the Kings Rising timeline from the other volumes inserted into it. Will note when a detail is from another Volume or short story. Further notes on the timeline are at the bottom of this post.***
Spoilers Ahead if you choose to click “Read more”!!!!!!!!
((Submission from a follower! Thank you so much?! Really nice short/drabble by @random-stitches. Sorry that I can’t tag you, hon!
She wasn’t the only one, she knew, who would sit at her window and wait for the tallyman. His laments for the dead seemed to soothe the grief and loss in those who heard it.
No one dared join in on Karthas’ lament.
No one sang, or cried, the only interruptions were some poor fool attempting to engage Karthas in conversation, to the ever-increasing agitation of the other occupants. As soon as they could no longer hear Karthas, the one who interrupted would be… punished. Beaten. Attacked. Assaulted. Until there was no doubt in anyone’s mind Karthas would come for them soon. Maybe tomorrow.
After a while, the slums fell silent every night as Karthas made his rounds. Every haggard, hollow face pressed to windows, withering forms filling every doorway as Death’s Siren passed by, soothing the pain of living for a few moments.
The disappearance of their tallyman had a… detrimental effect on the slums. Confusion turned to impatience, which turned to violence, the cause of which no one could quite determine.
This new Tallyman would not do. He was… harsh. Guttural. He didn’t lament properly. Not like Karthas. Not like their tallyman. He had to go. She watched, dispassionately, as her father lured the rough-voiced replacement into their house. She was the only one who watched as her father held the man’s head under the water of the sink. At least now the man would be quiet. Maybe now Karthas would come back.
You are far too young, her mother told her, to be quite so in love with Death. Even her own mother couldn’t understand. Another body for the Tallyman. A Tallyman who still was not Karthas. She was beginning to lose hope that he would come back.
Months passed. Then years. The Noxian slums had returned to the bleak, unending desolation of defeat without reprieve. The tallymen went about their work, uninterrupted, though unremembered. They were little more than garbage collectors, but the spectre that had hunted their kind seemed to have fled.
A young woman sits and waits, though she doesn’t remember what for. She never took a husband, far too in love with Death, so the neighbours said. She waits for her love in black.
She is not the only one.
At long last, on a dark night when a dark mist rolls in, she wakes. His lament rolls through the streets, perfect, clear, and all-consuming. The beauty of death, and the promise of what lay beyond.
She leaves her almshouse in the middle of the night, to join dozens of others, following the call.
Tanrin Stonecrusher, dwarven geomancer. Once a prominent member of House of Karthas…until that one incindent which involved a bet, mithril chains, 10 pints of beer, a spoon, one roll of cheese, honey, cart, chicken feathers, a cup and grandforgers prize winning badger.
She is not at liberty of speaking of that incident. EVER. In all of 7 kingdoms. By law.
I would definitely say ch19 of PG was my absolute favourite because the emotion and the longing just pulled my soul!! But I think the first time in karthas is basically number 1 as well because the whole scene leading up to it with Laurent and Damen both being so vulnerable and knowing everything about one another was just too much. I couldn't breathe the whole time because there was so much love and heartache and healing and growing - lots of growing together, does that make sense?
absolutely! karthas was so emotional and unbelievable because laurent finally came back to damen and the whole “I know who you are, Damianos” parallel KILLED ME. especially when you re read that scene with the knowledge that at that point, laurent had decided to sacrafce himself for damen’s baby so he was letting him be with his love once last time :(
Day 24: A Picture of a Chinese skin that you find Better than the American
How about 90% of them? These two are ones that I only BARELY like better than the American versions. The Karthas one is a good bit better, the Garen one is only slightly better. Most of the artwork on the chinese skins are about 10 times better looking, especially when you compare the Classic Skins. Example of that, Nidalee and Blitzcrank.
It was late at night in the institute war, most of the summoners and champions were packing up for the night and finished that days round of matches. The Kaiser himself had just ended a particularly late night match. Unfortunately to say the results of it were less than satisfactory. The Kaisers metal armor was heavily dented, scratched, torn and most of all scorched. As he stalked through the dimly light hallways he muttered angrily to himself. His quite grumbled actually traveling far in the start silence of the hallway.
“He had to feed me to that blasted fire mage Brand. Such summers like him don’t deserve to call upon me.” The colossus grumbled. His flaming red eyes widened suddenly when a loud clank was heard just beneath him. Looking down he noticed a fairly large part of his metal armor had fallen off and clattered on the ground. He howled in rage at the sight of it and shouted a few unseemly curses. The Kaiser kicked the metal piece and sent it flying across the hallway and into a nearby wall. Grumbling incoherent words to himself he trudged down the hall to retrieve the scrap of armor. However half way down he suddenly felt the presence of another. No living mortal that was for sure, not even an average undead. The being he felt was a lich.
“Karthas…” He spoke in a low and dark tone as he looked down at the lich a few yards away from him.
Afrikaans : Ek het jou liefe Afrikaans : Ek is lief vir jou Albanian : Te Dashuroj Alsacien : Ich hoan dich gear Amharic : Afekrishalehou Arabic : Ana Behibak (to a male) Arabic : Ana Behibek (to a female) Arabic (Formal Arabic) : OOHEBOKI (to a female) Arabic (Formal Arabic) : OOHEBOKA (to a male) Arabic : Ib'n hebbak. Arabic : Ana Ba-heb-bak Arabic : nhebuk Australian Aboriginal: Kungkungullun Ngune bari ( A Sudanese Language) : Nan nyanyar do (I love you) Nan nyanyar do parik (I love you very much ) basc : Nere Maitea batak : Holong rohangku di ho bavarian : I mog di narrisch gern bengali : Ami tomAy bhAlobAshi bengali : Ami tomake bhalobashi. berber : Lakh tirikh bicol : Namumutan ta ka binary: 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110 (Thank you, Roger) bulgarian : Obicham te cambodian : Bon sro lanh oon cambodian : kh_nhaum soro_lahn nhee_ah canadian French : Sh'teme (spoken, sounds like this) cantonese : Ngo oi ney catalan : T'estim (mallorcan) catalan : T'estim molt (I love you a lot) catalan : T'estime (valencian) catalan : T'estimo (catalonian) chinese : Wo ie ni croatian : LJUBim te czech : miluji te czech : MILUJU TE! (colloquial form) danish : Jeg elsker dig dutch : Ik houd van jou english : I Love You esperanto : Mi amas vin estonian : Mina armastan sind estonian : Ma armastan sind faroese: Eg elski teg (pronounced Eh els-cheh teh) farsi : Tora dust midaram farsi : Asheghetam farsi (Persian) : doostat dAram filipino : Mahal ka ta filipino : Iniibig Kita finnish : Mina" rakastan sinua flemish : Ik zie oe geerne french : Je t'aime frisian : Ik hald fan dy gaelic : Tha gradh agam ort georgia : Shen me mikvarhar german : Ich liebe Dich greek : S’ ayapo greek : (Ego) philo su (ego is only needed for emphasis) gujrati : Hoon tane pyar karoochhoon. hausa : Ina sonki hebrew : Ani ohev otach (male to female) hebrew : Ani ohev otcha (male to male) hebrew : Ani ohevet otach (female to female) hebrew : Ani ohevet otcha (female to male) hindi : Mae tumko pyar kia hindi : My tumko pyar karta hu hindi : Main tumse pyar karta hoon. hindi : Ham Tomche Payer Kortahe hindi : Mai tumse peyar karta hnu. hindi(Kannada) : Naanu ninnannu premisuththene hokkien : Wa ai lu hopi : Nu’ umi unangwa'ta hungarian : Szeretlek “yes, peter it’s great :)” hungarian : Szeretlek te'ged icelandic : M-Ig elska M-~ig icelandic : Eg elska thig indi : Mai tujhe pyaar kartha hoo indonesian : Saja kasih saudari indonesian : Saya Cinta Kamu indonesian : Saya cinta padamu indonesian : Aku cinta padamu irish : taim i’ ngra leat italian : ti amo (if it’s a relationship/lover/spouse) italian : ti voglio bene (if it’s a friend, or relative) japanese : Kimi o ai shiteru japanese : Watakushi-wa anata-wo ai shimasu javanese : Kulo tresno kiswahili : Nakupenda klingon : qabang klingon : qaparHa’ (depends where you are in the galaxy) korean : Tangsinul sarang ha yo korean : Nanun tongshinun sarang hamnida kurdish : Ez te hezdikhem (?) lao : Khoi huk chau latin : Te amo latin : Vos amo latin : (Ego) amo te (ego, for emphasis) latvian : Es tevi Mlu (s teh-vih me-lu) lingala : Nalingi yo lithuanian : TAVE MYLIU ( ta-ve mee-lyu ) luo : Aheri madrid lingo : Me molas, tronca malay : Saya cintamu malay : Saya sayangmu malay/Indonesian : Aku sayang enkow malay/Indonesian : Sayah Chantikan Awah mandarin : Wo ai ni mohawk : Konoronhkwa navaho : Ayor anosh'ni ndebele : Niyakutanda nepali : Ma timilai maya garchu, Ma timilai man parauchu norwegian : Eg elskar deg (Nynorsk) norwegian : Jeg elsker deg (Bokmaal) (pronounced: yai elske dai) osetian : Aez dae warzyn pakistani : Muje se mu habbat hai persian : doostat daaram (written), dooset daaram (spoken) polish : Kocham Cie polish : Ja cie kocham portuguese : Eu te amo romanian : Te iu besc russian : Ya vas lyublyu russian (malincaya) : Ya Tibieh Lublue. russian : Y'a liou-bliou tibya russian : Ya vac loobyoo russian : Ya tebya loobyoo russian : Ya l'ubl'u t'ebya russian : Ju ljublju tebja! russian : LJUBLJU TEBJA! russian : ya lyublyu tebya russian : Ya polubeel s'tebya. russian : ya tebya ljublju scot Gaelic : tha gaol agam ort serbian : LUBim te. serbocroatian : volim te shona : Ndinokuda sinhalese : Mama oyata adarei sioux : Techihhila slovak : lubim ta slovene : ljubim te spanish : Te quiero (I really-really care for you) spanish : Te Amo (I love you) srilankan : Mama Oyata Arderyi sudanese ( Bari ) : Nan nyanyar do (I love you) Nan nyanyar do parik (I love you very much ) swahili : Naku penda (followed by the person’s name) swedish : Jag älskar Dig swiss-German : Ch'ha di ga"rn syrian/Lebanes : BHEBBEK (to a female) syrian/Lebanes : BHEBBAK (to a male) tagalog : Mahal kita tamil : Naan unni kathilikaran. tamil : Ni yaanai kaadli karen. tcheque : MILUJI TE^ telugu : Neenu ninnu pra'mistu'nnanu telugu/india : Nenu Ninnu Premistunnanu thai : Ch'an Rak Khun thai : Phom Rak Khun tigrigna/ Eritrea, East Africa: yefqreki iye (to a female) tigrigna/ Eritrea, East Africa: yefqreka iye (to a male) tunisian : Ha eh bak turkish : Seni seviyorum urdu : Mujge tumae mahabbat hai uzbek : Man seni sevaman vietnamese : Em ye^u anh (woman to man) vietnamese : Toi yeu em vietnamese : Anh ye^u em (man to woman) vlaams : Ik hue van ye welsh : ‘Rwy'n dy garu di. welsh : Yr wyf i yn dy garu di (chwi) xhosa (South African tribal language): Mna Intando Wena yiddish : Ich libe dich yiddish : Ich han dich lib yugoslavian : Ya te volim zazi : Ezhele hezdege (sp?) zuni : Tom ho’ ichema