the calm violent sea

❛ 𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔯 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔶 ❜ the king's master scholar V R A J I I T thirty two years old married to 𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔶 You die every night, and are reborn at dawn; you are a walking graveyard, an army of yesterday's ghosts, and you no longer remember who you were at the beginning. Do not weep for the stranger that once inhabited your bones.

[eliseadamar]

thcwandcrcr​:

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: closed ; @eliseadamar (( aidan: MAI WAIF!! )) 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: the wedding reception

          He couldn’t sleep the previous night, for some reason he felt nervous since he woke up (Aidan was sure nothing bad would happen, he wouldn’t allow it to happen), but he couldn’t sit still, not even for one moment. But most of all he felt like he was floating through the day, almost as if he was high - high on love and life, and that feeling accompanied him throughout the day. He couldn’t stop smiling or looking away from Elise, she looked as gorgeous as ever, and she was his. His wife. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death would do them part. He watched her from the other side of the room, she was talking to one of their guests, but as they walked away, Aidan took that moment to steal Elise away from the next guests, who would want to talk to her. “My gorgeous wife,” he purred in her ear, placing his hands on her hips and slowly guiding her to the middle of the dance floor to the rhythm of the music. “I will never get sick of calling you my wife,” his lips curved in a wide smile as his arms wrapped around her waist, him still moving to the music. “Have I told you today how much I love you?” A small laugh escaped his lips. Of course he had done it already. Multiple times. “Don’t tell Princess Mina, but you are the most stunning, most gorgeous and beautiful bride I have ever seen,” he whispered in her ear and placed a small, quick kiss on her neck right below it.

—

It was a blissful delirium. The high emotions mixed with drinks and her powers slipping through, constantly catching the heartbeats of people less important than him - and then there he was. No one felt like him. Her favorite sound, her favorite sight, her favorite person. No matter how interesting the conversation held could be, her eyes drifted towards Aidan - smiling each time she caught him already looking at her. Unsure if it was his intense attention or the cups she had been handed throughout the night - most likely a mix of both - but the blush didn’t want to leave her cheeks. Especially not when she noticed him approaching as soon as her latest conversation had ended. “My lovely husband.” It hadn’t fully sunken in yet, still simmering in her conscience that he’d actually want this. He was such an obvious choice to her - how could she not love him? But gods knew how crazy he was for wanting her. It still felt surreal - and yet this bubble was as steady as Aidan himself. Pulling herself in just a bit closer, her arms settled around him with a content little smile on her lips. “I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of hearing it - husband.” The word brushed passed her lips as if she had wished it into existence, a small giggle following. It was an unusual feeling, breathing newfound youth into her but Elise couldn’t help it. Humming, she swayed away from him and twirled under his arm just to launch herself against his chest. “Multiple times. I need to keep up.” Leaving a quick kiss on his lips, her hands settled on his chest, right over his heart. “I love you.” Leaning in to hear him better, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Charmer. Yet still, the smile never faded.“It can be our secret. Although I’d wager you haven’t seen many brides in your lifetime.” A shiver ran down her spine when she felt his lips brush her neck, making her slightly jump, the blush on her cheeks becoming even more obvious. “Barely a Frey and you’re already testing my integrity? What will our guest thing?”

[eliseadamar]

                                            𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔤𝔢

Wedding of Aidan Frey and Elise Adamar Frey

[thcwandcrcr]

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝓎 & 𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓇

[eliseadamar]

ecliipsxd​:

@eliseadamar​

It was almost funny. Everything that he had been through and he was hesitating to knock on a door. It didn’t take long for Dorian to find out exactly where Elise was, he knew she wouldn’t be anywhere but the capitol. The king certainly wouldn’t let her out of his sight. Not when he knew about her abilities. But despite his annoyance at that fact, it certainly made finding his sister a relatively easy task.

All he had to do was knock on a damn door.

Exhaling slowly, he gives the door a quick knock before he could overthink it, taking a step back as he waited. It had been years but the time certainly felt longer considering that they were rarely apart growing up. But the door is opened before he can take a trip down memory lane, that all too familiar crooked grin on his face when he sees Elise.

“Hey, troublemaker.”

She didn’t expect any visitors today, especially not here, for she had promised to work on Council matters all day. That is until she ran into Mina and then Council manners turned into wedding manners and Elise ended up holed up in her room for hours, sometimes smiling to herself like a fool, sometimes pacing the room. Given her state, the rapid knock on her door was a welcome distraction, hurrying her along to see who it was. However, nothing could’ve prepared her for the sight she discovered.

The years have done their work but nothing could sow a seed of doubt in her mind - not when she was presented with this voice, this crooked smile. This was her brother. Alive. Older. Here. Dorian Adamar in the flesh.

Only it couldn’t be. Maybe the visions were back. Or the thing that had once taken her powers now had ghosts crawl through the castle. It surely was another cruel joke. All these years of sending out word for him. Begging for favors, hoping on news- just to have him stand at her door. She had positively gone mad.

Taking a step back, she felt herself go pale as she clutched the door frame with one hand, the other holding the door to deny him entry. The tears filled up her eyes immediately but even through her blurry vision, she couldn’t look away.

“What is this?”

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[fils-des-etoiles]

James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

[eliseadamar]

thcwandcrcr​:

          Of course she had to playfully mock him using his own words. It wouldn’t be her if she went on him easy, even when he was stressing out and panicking about his brother. But life would be boring without this little playful teasing. It earned a small smile from him.

          “He’s a little shithead, you give him too much credit,” Aidan joked with a small laugh, it was a way to get rid of that stress that he had. A bad way to do it, but it helped. With a deep sigh Aidan turned serious again. Elise indeed had so much faith in Aleksei even though they hadn’t officially met and basically all she knew was from the stories he had told her about his siblings. All the things they had done, trouble they had gotten themselves into (it was mostly Aidan and Aleksei getting in trouble). But he did see some of his own qualities in Aleksei. Spite and stubbornness being some of them.

          He looked up at Elise. She could read him so well. There was nothing he could hide from her, she saw through everything. “It is. That’s why I’m marrying you - I love you beyond words,” he said, lifting her hand to his lips, his eyes glued to hers as he did that. “I know it will be alright, I just…” he sighed again. “I’m worried. And I always will be. He’s my baby brother. Just like Genya, my baby sister. Even though we haven’t talked much and I’m not sure she even wants to be around me, I will always worry about them.”

“He is? So he’s got that from his big brother then.” Nodding in playful understanding, her eyes narrowed slightly in amusement. Her hand landed on his knee, giving it a little squeeze. “I think it’s a perfectly acceptable amount of credit. He’s a Frey. In my book, all of you deserve the world. The work of some white-haired gentleman. You wouldn’t know him. Looks nothing like you.” Another tap on his leg and she leaned back, winding down again to take in his words.

His emotions weren’t something she took lightly. Being able to confide in each other was something they had done for a long time and she had always appreciated his trust. Besides little jokes to lift his spirits (and because frankly, sometimes she couldn’t help herself), she mostly wanted him to have a safe space because he had always been one for her.

“You don’t have to explain it to me.” She knew. She knew it so well, there wasn’t a doubt in her mind they shared the same pain in their chests. Only that some dark twisted part of her was jealous - he got to worry for the living, she worried for a ghost.  “It’s family. And distance makes the heart grow fonder. It just gets painful if we’re very fond, to begin with.” Her hands landed in her own lap, two fingers absentmindedly playing with the ring - a habit she gained rather quickly. “I know this isn’t ideal but all of you are here now. So take the time. Talk. Be together. I think you could all use it.”

[eliseadamar]

ecliipsxd​:

Else barely needs to help Silaqui inside, as soon as the door is open, they quickly move into the room, pacing around the available space. “What?” Elise’s question made them pause, head shaking. “No, no I’m fine.” Physically, anyway. Since what had happened in the dungeon, however, her mind hadn’t stopped racing.

Having powers was proving to be a handful, but with Elise’s careful guidance, it had become easier. But then…

“I was in the dungeons. Something happened, I don’t know—” She wasn’t even sure how to go about explaining things. “What…exactly were your powers again? Because I just did something and…it doesn’t make sense.”

Worry was replaced by terror when the puzzle pieces created the whole image - A mosaic of disaster, beautifully finding its place in her mind. She had hoped, wished, begged for them to not manifest. To stay in that dark place, only coaxed out with desperation. After all, that’s what it took for Elise to figure out she could play puppeteer, her strings the veins, and her ability the poison.

Approaching Sila slowly, it was hard to keep her composure. She couldn’t play dumb, not with them, not when they were one of the few she cared so deeply about. Letting out a sigh, Elise lightly shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut. “I couldn’t tell you sooner, I couldn’t risk it.”

Her heart was hammering in her chest. Her past was Pandora’s box and whenever she had to open it, only ugly and vile things spread through her life. Fixating her gaze on Silaqui, only regret played on her features. “You’ll be alright, I promise.” The urge to comfort them was so very strong but Elise knew better than bet on sympathy. She had left them in the dark. It was foolish, unkind, and, frankly, foolish.

“I am so very sorry. I truly am.” Her fingernails were digging into her palms, little fists to restrain the anger she felt with herself. “It’s not just water I can manipulate.” Trying to find the right words, there was a lump in her throat, choking her courage. “Just, sit. Please. I’ll explain.”

[eliseadamar]

thcwandcrcr​:

          His mind was running faster than a horse, so many thoughts and worries inside it, he couldn’t make it stop and it was taking it’s toll on him. Aidan was tired, barely sleeping these past two nights, he was worried out of his mind, and terrified of the unknown. He was stopped by her catching his hand, that’s when he finally looked at her and took a deep breath. “I know,” he sighed and pulled a chair closer so he could sit in front of her. He took her petite hands in his and gently squeezed them. “I know, but I can’t help it.” He knew it would be of no help to run around like a headless chicken, but it was easier said than done. Aidan smiled at her words, Elise was always supportive and she was his voice of reason, and she was also right - he had nobody who could tell him what to do when he got his powers. “I trust Aleksei can do it, but I can’t help but be worried about him.” He looked up at Elise. “At least for me those powers came gradually, but for Aleksei it was like something huge thrown at him and saying ‘just deal with it’. He is terrified, Elise. I could see it in his eyes, and it breaks my heart.”

Leaning in slightly when he sat down, she returned the gesture and squeezed back. “I know.” Just a whisper but there was a lighthearted hint of humor when she repeated his very own words. Of course, he couldn’t slow down. This affected one of the most important people in his life and she’d never expect anything less from him. The man who found something to love in her darkest places wouldn’t be unaffected by this. While Aidan spoke, she pulled his hands towards her, brushing a soft kiss against his knuckles before leaving them in her lap, her eyes never leaving his. It was hell, seeing him like that. Physical pain was one thing but this was torture. This worry for your family - it could rip you apart, it certainly once held her in its own chokehold, driving her to do things she never expected herself capable of. Yes, if anyone understood how far love for family could go, Elise was a well-experienced candidate. And she’d never wish that kind of pain upon Aidan.

“He won’t just deal with it, though. He’ll work through it. And you’ll be by his side. He’s your brother so he’s your equal. If anyone can do it, it’ll be him.” Freeing one hand, her fingertips hooked onto the back of his neck while her thumb ran gentle circles against his cheek.

“I don’t think he’s the only one terrified.” Giving him a knowing look, a little smile tugged at her lips. “I may not know much about it but isn’t that the cost of love? Carrying for someone so much that you cannot stand their pain. Nor imagine life without them.” Her hand moved away, gently brushing the ends of his now darkened hair. “Maybe he doesn’t need a teacher, Aidan. I think, right now, he just needs his big brother who’ll tell him it’ll be alright.”

[eliseadamar]

thcwandcrcr​:

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: closed ; @eliseadamar​ 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: someplace private 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓:a day or two after the swap

          “I absolutely hate this,” he grunted and finally stopped pacing all over the room. Without his powers he felt weak and worthless. “I can’t protect you or anyone else. The war is coming, what if the city gets targeted again? Aleksei has barely any control over his… my powers.” Aidan pinched the bridge of his nose. “And gods know for how long this will last!” He started pacing again. “Maybe I should train Aleksei. Help him get ahold of the powers. For now I taught him how to stay calm, but that’s just so he doesn’t burn down this place.”

Sitting on the edge of her seat, Elise’s gaze followed Aidan as he paced around the room. It was still an unfamiliar sight but not one she wanted to focus on, not when he had so much on his mind. Nodding along, she understood his concerns, many shared similar ones and Elise was no exception. She only hoped letting him state everything that was on his mind would ease him up. Though that theory proved to be false the second he began pacing again. “Aidan.” Reaching out, she gently grabbed his wrist to stop him, looking up at him from her chair. “You won’t be no help keeping him calm when you’re this upset yourself.”Squeezing once, she let go again. “He’s your brother, he’ll be alright. And so will you. Besides, he has something you didn’t when your powers started showing.” With a nod of encouragement, she offered him a little smile. “He’s got you. And you’ve got a lifetime of experience controlling it. It’s barely been two days, give him some time to adjust.”

[eliseadamar]

ecliipsxd​:

@eliseadamar​

“Elise!” A fist knocked against the woman’s door rapidly, if Silaqui weren’t a vampire, she imagined her heart would be pounding right now. Gods, she damn near felt it doing so. After so many years, they had long ago thought to be rid of any…human mannerisms.

But after what just happened, well…they were more than a little shaken up. “Elise, please, I don’t…something’s wrong. I need your help.”

The hammering sound of knocking at her door made Elise jump out of her seat, not really having to think about who it’d be when she instantly recognized Silaqui’s voice. Hurrying towards the door, she was certain she left it unlocked, swinging it open with visible concern on her face.

Looking at them, her worry didn’t subside. If anything, Elise felt an instant rush buzzing through her, waking up her senses. “Of course.” Stepping aside, she ushered her friend inside with a hand gently resting on their shoulder, guiding Sila inside. “What is it? Are you hurt?” The door closed with a thud and Elise immediately began studying them. “How can I help? Tell me what to do.”

[eliseadamar]

∗ 55﹕ sender and receiver cross paths in the kitchen late at night . ( aleksei & elise )

Late-night visits to the Palace kitchen were very often reserved for moments with Aditi. Elise couldn’t count how many hours the two of them spent there while the world had gone quietly to sleep, talking about things she wouldn’t dare say in front of anyone else, their words mere whispers turned to giggles which held meaning dear to her. A perfect vision of comfort - comfort she had sought out just then. But the kitchen remained empty and Elise felt like a stray among stowed away supplies.

Reaching into a basket, she dug through the apples, picking the one with a significant bruise. Surely no one would miss that one. Humming to herself, she began peeling the fruit with a dull knife. When she was just a little girl, her mother used to tell her if she managed to strip an apple in one peel, it would mean good luck for the next week. Silly little superstition - and yet, she concentrated on doing it in one try.

That’s when she heard the footsteps. Looking over her shoulder, her face lit up with recognition when one Aleksei Frey stood in one of the many narrow hallways. Smiling, she turned around while finishing her work on the apple. “I don’t mean to be forward but you don’t look like you’re supposed to be here either.” The bright red skin fell on the table. Just one long strip. With a little satisfied smile, she put it away with the rest of the kitchen waste.

The blade still in her hand split the fruit in half and Elise offered one of them - the one without the bruise - to Aleksei. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[eliseadamar]

thcwandcrcr​:

          As usual she had buried herself in her work, books and papers all over the place, but he expected nothing less. He knew her all too well. A soft chuckle escaped his lips seeing the slight disappointment in her eyes once her eyes landed on the fruit bowl he brought. “Oh, so you want only me? Should I take the fruits back then?” he asked making the most innocent yet believable face he could make before looking down at her and placing his on hands on her waist. As she stepped closer to intertwine her hands behind his back, he did the same and held her close. And as if she knew already, Elise replied to the question he had on his mind. It didn’t wipe all his worries away, but at least it did for the most part.

          “Just don’t take too long, I need to be home by dark or my mother will worry,” he joked making a serious face, yet a teasing smile still managed to slip through just a few moments later. Kissing her felt so good, and every time they kissed he had this surge of happiness that he was sure he will never get used to. Aidan wanted to reply, but he was silenced by her lips on his jaw. She knew just the right places to leave him wanting more. Although, he was sure wherever she kissed him, wherever she touched, he would be left wanting more, because it was her. He couldn’t form any words and quickly his lips found hers. It was more passionate this time, hungrier. He brought his hand to cup her face, but he couldn’t help it and his hand slid to the back of her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair, and he had no intention of letting her go, not just yet. Aidan was slowly getting out of breath and his kisses were getting even hungrier. “I… love you… so much,” he breathed against her lips between the kisses then fully crashed his against hers, not even letting her say a thing. His hand returned to her waist. The grip was stronger than before, yet still gentle. Aidan was trying to restrain himself, his hands moved to her back, pulling her closer (if it was even possible). His fingertips touched the secured little bow that held her laced dress together. What if he undid it… His fingers reached for it, but at the last moment he pulled his hand back and gently broke the kiss, pulling back slightly. “My apologies. I got carried away,” he smiled, his broad chest heaving.

“She can send troops, I’ll just lock the doors. Hide you somewhere. It should be easy. You’re so inconspicuous, after all.” She teased but his smile melted her immediately, sighing against his lips as she leaned into him. What a sweet plot twist he was in her story, one she could easily lose herself in. Especially when he kissed her again and this time, she felt a heat rise within her. It was all so new still, every time he came close her whole body reacted with a flutter of excitement but this time around it was different. She found herself so lost in him, his hand traveling across her body left a blazing trail - one that only left her wishing he could be even closer. Pulling herself up and into him, she stood on her tiptoes, a small whimper of approval involuntarily escaping her when she felt his hands on her back - so close to that carefully tied bow. And then he was gone.

Gasping, Elise tumbled half a step forward but quickly gathered her balance as she was still holding onto him. Her eyes fluttered open and fixated on his heaving chest, her own in the same motion as she tried to catch her breath. In her mind, she always imagined she’d be terrified of this. Of opening up. Being visible. Showing off every single scar that was forever left on her body. But in reality, none of it mattered. Not when it was Aidan. And it would only ever be him.

Looking up, she studied his features for a moment before a small smile made her lips twitch, her voice so low it was almost a whisper. “Tell me something, Aidan.” Her hands, which were still on his back, wandered lower. And lower. Until her fingertips rolled under the hem of his shirt. “I’m just really curious.” Once she felt skin, they began to slowly move forward until they stopped right at his hips, her thumbs running one lazy circle around the arch of the bone before nonchalantly hooking themselves under the waistband of his pants and then stopping right there. She hummed in satisfaction, her eyes never looking away from him. Brushing her lips against his, just a ghost of a kiss, one of her hands snapped away and she picked up the bowl he brought along, taking a step back and holding it up to her chin, right between them.

“Do you want me to share? It seems you came with an appetite.”

[eliseadamar]

thcwandcrcr​:

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: closed ; @eliseadamar​ 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: Elise’s private chambers 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓: sometime after the visions

          Elise had been hiding away in her private chambers lately, and Aidan didn’t blame her. After everything that happened, after all the horribly painful things everyone saw, he would have done the same. But he powered through it, he needed to be someone Elise could trust and lean on, who would keep her safe and steady and will help ground her when her mind runs in circles and thousand thoughts and memories from her visions shoot through her head. Of course, what he saw that night affected him, but he didn’t show it.

          Holding a bowl of fruits he knocked on the door and announced it was him before he let himself in her private chambers using the key Elise had given him during the festival. “I come bearing gifts,” he said with a smile and closed the door behind him. There were oranges, apples and even some grapes in the bowl, which he put on her desk before looking at her with a glimpse worry in his eyes. He knew asking her how was she feeling was pointless, so he opted for making her day a bit better by spending it with her. “I have no plans for today, I am free to do whatever you want,” Aidan smiled looking down at her. Honestly, he still wasn’t over the fact she said yes to his marriage proposal. Even the horrible visions couldn’t erase his happiness. “I still can’t believe how lucky I am,” he whispered looking at her in awe and dipped his head to give her a soft kiss on her lips.

Contrary to every single habit she obtained over the past few years at the Capital, Elise spent the passing days working from the safety of her very own four walls. It was comforting and so much easier. Her emotions rarely got a hold of her but the way her vision had raddled her, well, it wasn’t easy to shake. But she tried. Just like she always had. Restoring order in the library she had wrecked, she took what she needed with her and then decided to recoup. After all, she wasn’t spared to be a useless mess.

Organizing her notes, she was pacing between her piles of work when the knock on her door made her look up, the sound of the key turning, however, made her smile. Tugging a strand of loose hair behind her ear, her eyes darted to the glim of silver on her finger and there they were again - the butterflies, sending gentle sparkles through her entire body. “You?” Dropping the scroll she had just picked up, she turned to meet him halfway with a smile, her eyes landing on the bowl. “Oh.” With one hand immediately gripping his waist, it slowly traveled to his back as she leaned sideways to pick up an apple. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you.” Her smile didn’t falter, at least not until she looked up and caught a glimpse of worry. Putting the fruit back, her hand joined the other behind his back, intertwining until her arms were locked around him. “I’m fine.” It was just a whisper, an answer to an unspoken interaction. But the years they shared had taught her a lot about Aidan Frey and the gears in his head.

Offering a nod of reassurance, she couldn’t help but quirk her eyebrows ever so slightly. “My, my. That leaves an awful lot of options to choose from. It’ll require careful consideration.” Returning his smile, she immediately leaned in to return the kiss, her fingertips gently digging into his back. “You can’t believe it?” She asked before leaving a brush of a kiss on his jaw. “Now imagine how I feel. Maybe this is a vision, too.” But a beautiful one. One that felt so farfetched, she sure couldn’t dream it up in her own head.  Turning her head, she kissed him on the other side, lingering for a moment. “Don’t wake me if it is.”

[eliseadamar]

thcrnedluisa​:

More cries mixed with the thuds of heavy books broke the silence until one of them slid across the floor and stopped at someone’s feet. Silencing her sobs by covering her mouth with her hand, she leaned against the desk, trying to regain her composure with her gaze towards the floor. “I’m sorry.” Catching her breath, she tried her best to upkeep the rest of her sanity in the midst of the mess she had just created. “I thought I was alone. I’m sorry.”

Luisa had been walking past the library before she heard cries and sobs. Her eyes widened as she immediately ran towards the source of the noise before stopping in her tracks, seeing the master scholar trying to regain her composure.

“My Gods… are you alright? I’ll take care of the mess. Are you hurt?” She asked as she slowly approached, starting to pick up the books.

“Oh, please no. Don’t apologize, we’re all going through things, are we not? I understand.” She said with a soft gaze as her voice took on a soothing tone.

Luisa could be quite caring and motherly in some moments, she had a little sister after all… how could she not be at least a bit motherly?

“Were the books in a specific order?” She asked after picking up the last few that were on the floor.

Wiping at her face, Elise almost immediately straightened, trying beyond her current strength to hold on to whatever reason she still had to keep up her proper facade. As if no one had known of her prior failed execution. As if her status hadn’t been questioned for the past few days. As if they weren’t all failing at defending every attack coming their way. What a council the Kingdom had on their hands.

Inhaling, she nodded once, fighting the urge to smile bitterly. When had she become this cynical? Genuine concern made her flinch. She had been so busy fighting hypothetical theories of her own demise into madness, she hadn’t noticed how beyond herself she was actually getting.

Shaking her head once as if to silence her own thoughts, she finally offered a small smile - just a twitch but as genuine as she could muster just then. “I think that’s argument enough to set me straight.” She was right, they were all going through something. She should’ve known better than to let herself crack. And yet it was still comforting. Her tone was so soft, for a moment Elise let herself be comforted by it.

“You shouldn’t pick up my mess.” She finally approached and helped her pick up the last few books, gently placing them back on the desk as if she hadn’t just violently ruffled them. “I do believe so. Although I’m not familiar yet. Our archivist just did a wonderful job looking out for them.” She almost flinched at that thought. Reaching out, she offered to take the books back but her eyes were fixated on Luisa.

“Thank you. I didn’t mean to scare you but I’m very grateful.”

[eliseadamar]

      ELISE ADAMAR  ─  aesthetic ft. aidan frey. ( @thcwandcrcr )