forum A Brand New Shiny RP (closed!)

Started July 20, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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Arien sat in his room, thinking a moment. The country, his country, was at war, and all of his advisers were doing was leading them in circles. He rubbed his chin a little, deep in thought. Nothing made sense. They were supposed to be the best of the best, but all they had shown was that they were complete idiots. He stood, moving to leave. He'd been scheduled to pick new concubines, something he really wasn't in the mood for. Most men in the country were at war already, and all that was left were cripples and extremely young or elderly. Not good first choice, but oh well.

The market was busy this time of year, a lot of merchants visited the kingdom bringing goods from all over. The noise and music made it a very cheerful place but for a certain cloaked individual, the noise made him annoyed. Rio, or as he was called in the past, Roswell, was going to a certain Blacksmiths to pick up his sword. The edge had gotten dull and it had lost its sheen, with how much he used it, it would be a surprise if it was still in perfect condition.

Rio was an assassin, he may have left his guild 5 years ago, but he still was one. He tried to blend in with the commoners as much as he could, but the tattoo on his body made him stand out more than he wanted. He got it done when he first joined, a scrawny young boy asking to be an assassin doesn't say much except that he was desperate. The tattoo was a test, if he could spend all that time.in pain, he would be admitted, and he was.

Ryn sat among the various trinkets of a nearby merchant, his arms draped across his knees. His golden eyes flicked back and forth between the people passing through the market. He had always hated the sounds of crowds… wishing he was back in the quiet village of the neighboring empire. Although, due to… reasons… he was certainly not allowed there anymore. And thus, this was the only place he could sneak into.
His stark white hair fell into his eyes, but he didn’t bother fixing it. He was very tired, as someone would be after a day’s worth of travel by foot.
With a small sigh, Ryn rested his cheek upon his knee, closing his eyes and awaiting sleep.

_{(i figured they would be in the palace already but this works too, could be interesting)}

Arien made his way out of the palace, forgoing having any guards come with him. He didn't really want to have to deal with all the fan fare. Enough of that would come when he actually picked someone to come with him to the palace. He put his hands on his pockets, making his way down the streets. He didn't really leave the palace much, so he didn't really know just how big of a target he seemed to be for pickpockets or anyone who thought taking the kind out would be a good idea.

Ryn was asleep by now, but since when had it ever been anything other than light? In reality, it was more of a slightly unconscious state, where he still could hear the murmurs of the city. He still kept his eyes closed, body scrunched up against the side of the city wall. The merchant beside him was too occupied with his trinkets to notice the man, so Ryn had thankfully found a nice spot in the shade of his stand.
Though, in the areas in which the sun shone through warmed his tan skin and almost made his hair appear to glow. Of course it was only the lighting— there was nothing magic about Ryn whatsoever. He just had a certain exotic look not many people were accustomed to.
The man’s chest rose and fell with his small, pressed breathing. It was rhythmic, however, and even. Almost as if he wasn’t worried— always nervous, always kept up with needing to survive. For the first time in about eighteen years, Ryn leaned into the warmth of the sun, and relaxed— only for a moment.

Arien continued through the area, not seeing anyone at all he'd he p want to make a concubine. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why he was doing this. He'd never had any before, and it wasn't his top priority. Still, he kept going, hands in pockets.
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It seemed like he wasn't going to get anywhere. He'd been throughout most of the city, but he had seen no one of interest. He was about to give up, when… He saw a man, curled up in a spot of sun. He let out a long breath. Damn, he was hot. But something must be wrong with him. There must have been, if he wasn't in the battlefield. But still… Arien couldn't help but stare.

Ryn’s ears perked and his eyes fluttered open as he heard shuffling footsteps come to a stop before him.
He innocently looked up, the sun haloing a much taller, filled figure. He was dressed much more elegantly than Ryn, of course, but that was never hard to do. His own tattered clothing was nothing short of.. well.. unprofessional.
His gaze wandered over the man’s alluring green eyes, the breath caught in his throat.
He squeaked out a small, “Hello,” not necessarily sure why. Hell, the man may not have even been looking at him. Although he was moderately sure, meeting the man’s gaze with a youthful one of his own.

"Hello," Arien said in return. He still couldn't take his eyes off of the man in front of him now. The man's hair and skin had seemed to glow before the sun was blocked by Arien's body, but the man still looked amazing without that affect.
"Who… What is your name?"

“R-Ryn,” he stuttered nervously, heart beginning to beat slightly faster.
Since this wasn’t his kingdom, nor were these his people— nor did he have people— he didn’t know he was in the presence of royalty. Perhaps he knew he was in the presence of some kind of important authority, but otherwise, he was ignorant. If he had known, well, it seems his heart wouldn’t have even worked by now.
He pushed himself to his feet, still slinking but at least trying to address to the man with moderate confidence. The… well-looking stranger deserved Ryn’s effort.
“And wh—what’s yours?” he asked, voice smaller than he intended.

Arien hesitated a moment. It seemed like this man didn't know who he was. Perhaps he wouldn't recognize him at all. Still…
"My name is Arien. Arien Bolivia." King of the kingdom, ruler of all the sees, blah blah blah. He didn't bother with that part. The man seemed nervous enough as it was, let alone what he would be like if he realized Arien was the king.

Bolivia.
It sounded so familiar. Still, Ryn drew a blank.
He had never been engaged much in politics. He was always much too focused on his own personal survival than the needs of the many, rulers, and the feuds between kingdoms.
“Nice to meet you,” Ryn said softly, although with the fluctuation in his voice, it sounded awfully more like a question than a statement. Still, he was decently proud of himself for being able to get anything out. He was extremely distracted by simply Arien’s stature.

Arien was very glad Ryn didn't recognize his name. He had to deal with politics all the time, always surrounded by fake smiles and empty words. It would be nice to be able to talk to someone without them having to feel like they needed to keep him happy.
"It's nice to meet you too." Arien felt like he wouldn't be good at keeping this conversation alive. He was too wrapped up in how gorgeous Ryn was.

(Apologies, I was dealing with…stuff)

Rio payed the blacksmith his dues and started walking back to his house. It was then that his hood fell and he heard the whispers of people. He was wearing a low collared shirt and so his tattoo could be seen in all its glory as it crawled up the side of his neck. "Mama, that man has a curse!" he heard a young voice pipe up and the harsh whisper of its mother as she hushed him. Rio groaned and put his hood up, ducking into a nearby narrow street, not noticing the two other males at the end of it.

Ryn saw a new man creep into view, and his heart fully stopped.
This man. The man. The one that he had been running from… well, used to be running from.
Ryn carefully slinked back, pushing himself up against the side of the city wall. He desperately prayed for the shadows to envelop him. He wished to disappear. Fully.
He couldn’t even get a word out, his innocent eyes locked on the hooded figure. His attention was completely drawn from Arien, fight or flight mode making itself known. And… Ryn was never a fighter. Even still, he couldn’t find the ability to move at all.