𝐅𝟏𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑. — a private, independent rendition of the fire breathing bitch queen from terrasen , 𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬, , from the throne of glass series. portrayal based on canon and head - canoned lore as told by mal.
hello , my name is mal , i am over the age thirty and go by she / her. simply , do not be a jerk. this is a blog where the respect you give me is respect i will return. i do not condone godmodding or stealing , both of which would lead to blocking. given the dark lore of this character , this blog is 18+ interactions only. if your age is not on your blog i will not follow back. i am someone who works full time so activity may not always be high but while i am here , i follow those i am interested in plotting and writing with. my dm's here and discord are always open to mutuals and any questions you may have.
the fact the first scar aelin gets after escaping maeve is from fenrys when she cuts her arm to give him the blood oath will never make me not emotional.
their whole friend makes me emotional to be honest. and being on koa again has me deep in my feelings.
since i have new followers , please feel free to send memes because i would love to write with all of you and get back into the swing of things and memes are the best way to break the ice for me !
i promise i’m still here ! just work and life but i want to write more !
┈ ﹐ inbox clean out ﹐ “ thought i should stop by, see if you were okay. ” ﹒ @stellascriptum ( dorian )
she should be. gods , she should be more than just okay. war was over. the world plunged into darkness for so long now cascaded in light. there should be an endless amount of happiness flowing through the soon - to - be crowned queen. and yet , standing within the weather worn throne room still catching sight of what had befallen the kingdom between the repairs that had begun to restore the vibrant castle , it was a new kind of heaviness that weighed down on her shoulders.
“ i feel like you know the answer to that by now. ” turning to face the boy now man she had met when he was little more than a pompous prince upon a glass throne and she a battered prisoner , aelin tried to forge that sarcastic , swaggering smile to mask the gwaning nerves. but it seemed to simmer before fully taking form as the room around her once more honed in , pulling her back to not only her new reality , but both of them.
“ so this is it , huh ? the end of the road . . . ” the heavy sigh leaves her lips as exhausted eyes turn to take in the sight of there orlon's throne once stood — where her throne would sit. “ we're in charge now. ” words that trigger laugher to fall between the two. “ is it bad to say i'm more scared now than i was going to war ? ”
┈ ﹐ inbox clean out ﹐ “ tell me the truth. are you all right? ” ﹒ @stellascriptum ( fenrys )
to rowan , to aedion , it had become near to easy to meld truth and lie. cast aside any worry they wielded and bury it down alongside the rest. then there was fenrys. a man not her mate , and yet apart of her very soul. onyx eyes which had seen her at her very worst , yet still withstood and never left. when those very eyes looked upon her , the voiced question but a hum in the wind between the two amongst the camp all around , no longer could aelin paint on the too familiar glamour.
“ no. ” honest , vulnerable , bare. hollowness that dulled the gold rimmed eyes looked to him at last. really looked at him. the face she was willing to never see again to forge the lock. the man she was prepared to part from if only to ensure he had a better future. aelin wanted to be happy that did not come to pass , but the looming new reality kept any semblance of leaking through. the gates were sealed , but erawan and maeve were still here. “ i'm sorry. ”
the aggression is like claws down glass. practically makes his eye twitch as that familiar tick of his jaw draws his vein at the side of his neck to pulse. it makes his own anger want to snap back like a bow strung tight , just waiting. the world is in chaos &* aelin pushes for things that will make everything worse – is her help truly worth it ? ( * flashes of that warehouse remind him she is ; she slaughtered men before anyone could even react ; she ran faster than his horse to reach the castle. but stories of her magic &* how monumental it had been reach his mind with the same intensity , warring against his rational sense. powerful – dangerous. magic is what has taken dorian from him. ) ❛ you came back someone else entirely , cel-- ❜ he bites his tongue , his fist tightening at his side. ache. anger. loss. he swallows it down – buries it in his gut. ❛ i can't … account for you. what you'll do. i can't trust you'll do what you say. ❜
a rare moment by which aelin was glad magic had been snuffed out. even as she still can feel ghosts of flame flicker within her veins , it brought a momentary comfort that they slumbered. unable to crest the surface and ignite to bring the anger into a physical presence in of itself. ( but it wasn't all anger , was it ? ) looking at the man who stood before her , nothing like the captain of the royal guard she had left at the docks a different lifetime ago. where once there was light in those deep copper eyes now only housed a sea of darkness and anguish. guilt a too familiar feeling in aelin's life only grew at the acknowledgement. even with the little information given to her since returning , she knew there was more he was keeping. perhaps not just from her , but himself. and it was not her place to push. stealing her face into a cool neutrality , turquoise eyes that would give her away long before the hidden blonde strands would flutter within the dim lighting.
“ you heard about narrok i'm guessing. the rumors of what i had done. ” it was a risk , a stupid , blind risk to take this route , but time was running out. if what she had witnessed in wendlyn was only a fraction of what was happening here — it may already be too late. “ how do you expect to stop this , to save dorian , when you keep the one person who has gone up against the very thing that is plaguing this city in the dark ? ” that is possessing your best friend.