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The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.

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cassiusreyes‌:

There was something odd in the air, Cassius could feel it settled on the pads of his fingertips as he manipulated it. Something just didn’t feel right. There was the fact that everyone in the kingdom had missed a whole three days without any inclination of what exactly had happened just that something must’ve. Despite there being that unsettling feeling nestled within his thoughts, he felt somewhat at ease. Which was curious enough for Cassius to question what had happened in those three days because he was not a man of ease. He was sure he had acquired extra muscles in his shoulder from all of the tension he held at all moments of the day. 

That being said, there was still work to be done. Cassius had occupied on of the parlours for the day, confident that no one would find him here. He couldn’t help that slight look of irritation that settled upon his features as Kirk of all people walked in on him. The fae hadn’t even seemed to notice him as he fluttered in and sank down onto the couch. That look of disgust wove so intricately with his already stoic features as the man finally realized his presence. “Of course I heard about it, were we not at the same meeting earlier?” He asked the man, slightly confused at what sort of weird small talk the guard had been making and more importantly why he wasn’t by the Queen’s side in this moment.

Kirk was clearly off his game if he hadn’t noticed Cassius. He would have found a different room to wallow in self-pity and pain. For a moment when Cassius replied, Kirk didn’t say anything. He considered taking the pillow by his head and screaming into it. Instead, he just pressed at his eyes and rubbed at his face. He felt ill. He felt awful but leaving the room now would be admitting defeat. 

He turned his head to look at Cassius. If he was being honest, he didn’t remember the earlier meeting. He was lucky that he had been upright. “Yes, of course. However, we did talk about a few things. There seems to be more foreign affairs now than ever before.” Dealing with the other courts was not something Kirk cared for. The Fae needed to take care of themselves. He closed his heads, the sun coming in the room was too bright and he covered his eyes with his arm. “I...There’s another meeting later this afternoon, yes?” He sounded confused and exhausted. 

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aerith-of-winter‌:

Aerith had ventured into the Autum Court because she was still concerned over Sorcha after seeing her acting so oddly the other day. She really liked her and her family and she was truly concerned about her, and also she liked to visit the other courts every now and then. She hadn’t been there for long when she saw a familar face. “Kirk, hello” She smiled “Taking a break from the high court?”

@kirkmaca

Kirk was visiting Dorian, something he had done more in the last few months than in the years since their friendship had come to a standstill. He was still worried about the engagement, unsure how he felt about the whole thing. When he saw Aerith, he offered a small smile. “Yes, just for the afternoon. I needed to see Lord Dorian about something. And you?” 

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portraitcfdcrian‌:

“Now that doesn’t seem like an illness.” He paused, still standing across the room. “A perpetual hangover and being aggressive. Seems like you’re having withdrawal. Been drinking more than usual?”

Kirk shook his head, “No. Less actually. I’ve been working more. I haven’t been able to leave the Queen for days.: Actually, he hadn’t wanted to leave the Queen for days. He shook his head again, sitting up and swaying a bit, head hung heavy between his shoulders. 

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vrbanhcrrors‌:

( @kirkmaca​ )

          Spencer’s always been one of the LONERS in the fae court. He’s only really known as the marquess that rarely takes a step out of his forest , his estate ; so in times like these , surrounded by more of his kind , it’s not that he’s reclusive. It’s not that he’s antisocial. He’s just … quiet. ❝ Kirk. ❞ He begins , wine glass lifted to his lips before he sets it down. ❝ Out by yourself ?? Thought I’d normally see you playing watchdog for the queen. Day off ?? ❞

Kirk knew all the nobles of the Autumn Court, it was his home after all. Even if the Mac Alistars hadn’t ruled for centuries but his mother kept a close eye on everything. As for Spencer, Kirk wasn’t sure. Then again, he trusted very few. He would have trusted him more if his tone weren’t so condescending. “Yes, a day off. A solider is no good if he is burned out.” 

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SAM HEUGHAN  |  Outlander Season 4 Gag Reel

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sabinewildex‌:

Sabine nervously shifted from foot to foot as she waited for her que. The fae had been dancing for nearly a hundred years now but still found herself getting nervous right before every performance. She anxiously ran her hands over the front of her costume just as a three toned whistle sounded from the crowd. Her que. A broad grin tugged at her lips as she stepped out from behind the curtain separating her from the audiences sight. Show time.

Closing her eyes, Sabine allowed herself to get lost in the music as the court’s musicians began playing. She moved elegantly to the beat, twisting and turning her body to the rhythm. When she danced, Sabine felt free. She tuned out the crowd around her and focused her attention solely on the music, attuning her movements to every crescendo and key change of the song. She felt beautiful. Graceful. Strong. This is what she was meant to do.

As the song slowed to it’s end, Sabine finished her routine with a curtsy. She basked in the applause coming from the crowd and the beginnings of a blush began to creep up the back of her neck as the adrenaline from her performance began to leave her body. Rising from her curtsy, the fae’s dark eyes met a wandering gaze among the crowd.

@kirkmaca​

Kirk had the evening off and after handing the Queen off to her guards for the evening and giving them instructions he had poked his head into whatever party was happening that night. He hadn’t intended to stay but a dancer came on stage and Kirk...Kirk felt like all the air left the room.

He watched the dancer for what could have been hours or minutes, it didn’t seem to matter. Kirk had never really wanted anyone but all he could see what this woman’s strength and grace and talent and he needed to know her name at the very least.

When the music stopped and the dancer came to a stop, Kirk felt like he could get air into his laughs again only to have it stolen when their eyes met. It was entirely possible he was gapping like a fish and he would have been concerned about it if he couldn’t feel his jaw locked tight. When the dancer moved off stage, Kirk mirrored her. He made his way through the crowd and managed to slip behind the curtain, seeking out the same dark eyes and hair in the crowd of performers. 

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portraitcfdcrian‌:

He didn’t say anything, instead a smile began to tug at his lips. He remained silent as he looked the other over. “Something about this doesn’t seem quite right. Then again, I’m not entirely sure of your symptoms. I’d appreciate it if you stayed here for a while.”

Kirk looked over at Dorian from the couch and saw the smile on his face. Kirk wanted to blush but instead, he rubbed at his face. “I’ve been... It feels a little like being hung over. And more aggressive than usual. Cassius and I almost killed each other yesterday.”

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aidenmacalistair‌:

That stupid nagging feeling that Aiden wished he could quiet was acting up again, more so than usual. Most of the time, it wasn’t annoying and within minutes he would end up finding one of his sisters. This time, however, it was restless and it screamed at Aiden to go back home. So Aiden did, and he peered over from the back of the couch, staring at his older brother. “You’re clearly not feeling okay if you’re mistaking me for someone who cares about politics.”

Kirk ran his hand over his face. “It’s hardly politics, Aiden. Politics is an arranged marriage with the Vampires. This is...” He didn’t know and he couldn’t think. He groaned, tired and unhappy. He wanted to be a child again and have his nanny comfort him. “I don’t know what it is. I suppose it’s important though.”

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laurentvbrodaire‌:

No sooner had Laurent willed Kirk–perhaps the most stoic of the Mac Alistair children–into existence than the other man came sauntering into the room, looking worse for the wear. Still, Laurent gifted the elder Mac Alistair with a lopsided grin, settling across from Kirk as the faerie made himself at home.

“Oh, dreadfully exhausting; but mortals are entertaining, I suppose, in their own way,” Laurent said, placing the bottle of wine on the table before them and producing two glasses of wine from a compartment within the end table positioned between their lounge chairs. He uncorked the bottle of glittering white wine, a faerie delicacy, and poured both of them generous glasses. “You really must come and visit during one of their festivals; it’s delightful watching the simple things mortals excite and anger themselves with. Though I suppose things here have kept you dreadfully busy? You seem exhausted, frankly, friend.”

Kirk took the glass gratefully. He didn’t drink often but he felt like he needed it. However, he didn’t drink too fast, even for them, faerie wine was potent. He took a sip and leaned back, one leg crossed over the other. He would have to take Laurent’s word on it, he didn’t have much experience with mortals. If you don’t count the wedding. 

“I might be able to accompany Sorcha one day. Frankly, she could probably use the company. She’s still a little...uncertain about the engagement.” He took another sip of wine. He didn’t know if he would call Laurent ‘friend.’ Sure, he was a perfectly nice man but he was also friends with Cassius and he and Kirk were...at odds. “I’m fine. I seem to have come down with something. I’m working through it. I don’t have the luxury of a break.” 

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If you could be any other species, what would you pick?

“I think I would be a werewolf. I think that would suit me best. Though I’d much prefer to be a fae.”

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portraitcfdcrian‌:

“Hello.” He mused, looking over the other before nodding. “Yes, I have. Then again, I make it my business to know what’s happening in the realm.” He paused. “You look terrible.”

Kirk pinched the bridge of his nose. “You have always been very good at it. You’re very good at pretty much everything.” He said and then shut his mouth. This illness was making him say shit he didn’t want to. “I know. I’m getting over some illness. I’ll be fine. I just need to rest.”

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Kirk was still feeling poorly, he felt achy and feverish. He really just wanted to lay down and sleep it off but he didn’t have the time. There was work to be done. However, he did sit down for just a moment. He was in one of the parlours of the palace. Kirk sank down one a sofa only up look up and see the other. “Oh...” He wasn’t quite sure where to start but he couldn’t make himself sit up. “Did you hear? About the vote going on in the council?” @portraitcfdcrian @cassiusreyes @aidenmacalistair

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what's your favorite dessert?

“Fruit, actually. I really like sweet berries and sweets like apple pie.” 

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how do you handle the clashing personalities in your family?

“I do my best to ease the tensions. Try to keep everyone calm. When that doesn’t work, I often either remove myself or one of the others from the situation. Usually, people only need a few minutes to calm down.” 

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laurentvbrodaire‌:

( &&. @kirkmaca )

“I bring wine, I bring chocolates, I bring stories!” Laurent declared with a flourish, sauntering into the Fae palace and sweeping beyond the exterior guards with a grin and a wink. He was well known to the Inner Court, having served the High Kings and Queens before him for hundreds of years. Laurent knew he posed no immediate threat to those around him, which is why he made for a perfect confidante for the bastard brother of the current queen–Kael Endiron.

“Come,” Laurent said to a passing guard, lifting his bottle of aged faerie wine with a flick of his wrist. “Surely someone will entertain the celebration of my return. Where are the Mac Alistairs? Considering I paid witness to Sorcha’s rather…ecstatic displays of humor and fancy at the last Interspecies Council Meeting, surely one of them would entertain me.”

Kirk was not feeling well, his head was spinning and his stomach was bothering him but when someone said that Laurent Brodaire was looking for him, there wasn’t much he could do but answer the request. His mother would kill him if he didn’t work to make a good impression. 

Kirk entered the room that Laurent had settled himself into and moved to sit down without being invited. “Laurent, you’ve returned. How was Arcine?” He sank into the couch, suddenly tired.