through love, all is possible.

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍  𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌  𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒  𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽  𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵,  𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 ────   𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍  𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌  𝗎𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗂𝗇  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾  𝗈𝖿  𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.

[fataviam]

                 as tortured by moony ( they / them, 21+ ) ...    featuring.     ˚     ABRAXAS DAGON, general of the dusk court,    CELESTINA VANSERRA,    lady of the autumn court, & NIAMH AROMDEE, spymaster of the spring court.

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[cldrnfeared]

niamh's scent was too familiar, her striking dark face pushing into his vision even as alcohol hazed him. her callousness was infuriating but expected. he looked back at her crossing the room towards her. a hot hand gripped her arm and steered her back into a corner. "niamh-" he said teeth gritted. "if you think this is me relaxed then we've all been apart for far too long." he fell back in a red leather chair a beaded curtain separating this enclave from the rest of the bar. "you're troublesome." he grumbled underneath his breath a little bit petulantly. his face grew inquisitive looking up at her from his chair. "what did they cut you loose? or did you just get tired of the spring court already? are we getting the band back together?" he kicked one of his heavy boots onto the oak table. "or did you just miss me that much that you stalked me into here?" / @fataviam

[fataviam]

saccharine beam coats pink - toned lips, the look behind icy eyes purely wild as ezra feeds into her game. the devious words that once fell from between gritted teeth daring to tug at the taut strings of his mood. but beneath, a dangerous need to toy with how far they could toe that line before tripping, falling to the will of another. surely he wasn't relaxed ⎯ the walls of his world were thought to have just burst open. but it wasn't in her wheelhouse to attempt to provide solace to him. prythian was their home, they loved their people . . . but this land was fraught with misfortune. perhaps it was their own fault for becoming too comfortable in what they thought was peace. there would always be those who wanted to take it from them. ❝ if i say that i followed you here because i missed you, will you buy me a drink? ❞ / @cldrnfeared

[cldrnfeared]

"a little bit dramatic don't you think?" a wry chuckle escape her, a rare and brief moment of levity in her tone. hazan had been so tightly wound for so long. any memory of the sickly girl who'd been confined to her room had died during hybern with all of the friends that she'd lost. she could barely remember herself that way now so at home in her own power. as if called it licked at her fingertips dancing along the iron-wrought balcony railing as if it were itching to get out-constantly boiling beneath her skin and desperate to smolder. the flames were reflected in her eyes, dark and endless so deep you could fall into them.

she smiled, thinking to herself and turned back to niamh. "i wouldn't exactly call zacreus bright. phosphorescent maybe, but not bright." he too had been a different man before hybern, they all had. these high rulers and their histories. "solitude will kill you faster than a knife will. trust my judgment, niamh. i've walked through a long life alone and with those i love. i would choose the path of togetherness every time. you should too. sharing your life with someone as we immortals do isn't a weakness but a strength." / @fataviam

[fataviam]

if niamh had been told they would find such comfortability around the high lady during the war, they would have dared to say it was a lie. but the niamh who had her eye on the prize, determined to protect her people, was not the same niamh that stood before hazan now. the smile curling her lips was enough evidence of that. ❝ you should already know that to be true. ❞ the spymaster quips, daring to lean into that familiarity with the high lady ⎯ her friend.

delicately arched ears seem to perk as hazan provides them with a little wisdom from her years. if she had been feeling a little more persnickety, they would have made some remark about . . . gentle smile turns into a wicked smirk, washing away the devious thoughts with a sigh. ❝ i watched the only person i could imagine spending my immortality with . . . drown. if i must persist for the good of those people who have some positive play in my life, i shall do so from the shadows. it benefits us all. ❞ / @cldrnfeared

[nightfvll-deactivated20230808]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, not this evening, not after the possible earth shuttering news that his mate general had given to him, one should not shoot the messenger but that didn't halt the shot quick glare on the anchor grasp on his wrist. the anger flaring in his veins which brought remorse ache to his bones, the filthiest of looks sparked in finnick's eyes to the malakh whom towered over him, denying him to take off in a run for the house of wind to get permission to leave immediately. ❝ don't — ❞ he spat out, getting the feeling that Abraxas would literally take matters into his own hands. just like that he was swept off his feet, his hands clenched tightly on black material, before being a couple of feet off the ground, he tucked his head against the other's chest, eyes wield shut.

oh, if only it was the romantic flight through the dark... but it wasn't and it made his heart weep in the deepest of his soul though it wasn't that which churned his stomach, it was the motion of flying without flying, and the turmoil echoing in his head, Abraxas' intentions are that of good – he knew that without a doubt, saving him yet again from himself. but was that just his mind of trying to appease his mate, not that of what he felt? what he wanted was to do the right thing, being that of attending to his court and ensuring its safety for his family, inner circle, and members of his court. the meekest of whimpers peeled from his lips at the chill of the night air, bringing him out of his head and the refusal to open his eyes until they were on the ground.

as soon as he felt the jolted motion of Abraxas' feet hitting the ground that's what snapped his eyes open, leering up at the perfectly chiseled jawline at that moment he wanted to very much punch. instead of falling into that trap, he began to push back against the angel's chest, squirming worm versus that of a rock what how it probably looked from afar. only having some succession when they got inside of their home away from home, he stumbled, ungracefully out of the arms he had longed to be held in. near spin and quick steps to counteract the motion, however, the motion forced him to face Abraxas and waiting for the other to speak.

❝ don't you finn me, Abraxas. ❞ he snipped, narrowing his eyes against pleading ambers, refusing to let his mate have influence over him for the first time even if deep down he knew he'd submit but he'd not make it easy on the other. ❝ stop trying to patronise me, ❞ finnick drew nearer, and turmoil in his head started to manifest outwardly, an eerie glow bringing to admit in fistfuls whether being in the city of stars had some sort of effect on him. he wasn't quite sure. ❝ you must think so poorly of me to insist that i need some sort of keeper, Abraxas Dagon? ❞ the mounting of his annoyance slashed near anger upon their situation, and strengthen the starlight so much that finnick turned on his heels. ❝ i don't give you permission to go to the dusk court, ❞ finnick began to walk down the corridor, sorting out the solitude to release those brightening stars. ❝ that's an order. ❞ walking away and then slamming the door for dramatic effect which wasn't finnick's style but he could hold the powers off any longer.

[fataviam]

❝ i am not patronizing you, finnick. ❞ the words slither from between his lips in a low snarl, rumbling from the deepest parts of his chest. he was a little taken aback, not yet having realized the intentions behind his actions had been unrelated to the heated nature of their words. nothing of this level had ever arose, only minor, general - type things. with a slow step away from the starborn, abraxas managed to compose himself. to put that part of himself under wraps. ❝ there is more to what could be going on than you understand. if they ⎯ ❞ the general pauses, lips pursing to withhold the words that dared to slip from his treacherous lips. damn them.

but it was the next statement, the high fae's orders, that sent amber eyes ablaze. ❝ you seem to forget that i am not of your kind, high ruler. ❞ the malakh called, hot on finnick's heels. ❝ i do not bend to your will. i preside in the dusk court for the benefit of our people, to give you counsel in proceedings of war. i will not put your selfish wishes to undermine that role above the safety of the people of ⎯ ❞ slammed door ends his meaningless ramblings. for a moment, he remembered why malakh preferred to steer clear of the autumn king's subjects. his jaw set hard, caused by the sheer force of his gritted teeth. lightning sparked at his fingertips as he pressed the door open, having to remind himself again and again to keep it under wraps.

❝ you are behaving like a spoiled child, finnick. you and i both know that filomena and i are the most experienced with the rift. i will leave at dawn to investigate what possibly could be happening and i will not hear another word about it. ❞ / @nightfvll

[cldrnfeared]

persephone was alight burning with curiosity and excitement. she could distinctly remember when news of the rift opening had arrived in the day court she'd nearly tripped over herself in the sheer rush to arrive at the library to see if she could find any references to midgaard or another world in their writings. now to have a true traveler in front of her from another world. she'd peppered fin endlessly with questions about him and yet hadn't secured a chance to speak to abraxas until now. "i have a million questions." she laughed falling into step with him. truly she wanted to understand everything. all these new and foreign concepts and technologies thrilled her in their infancy. "mostly about the rift though. it seems a little invasive to ask you about your wings. truthfully i've studied diagrams and they're quite similar to the peregryn. i was wondering about those moments when you came through the rift from midgaard to prythian? did you see or feel anything?" @fataviam

[fataviam]

amber eyes narrow as the fae suggested his wings could be compared to those of the birds of the day court. feathers ruffle instinctively, stifling a scoff. abraxas was still inclined to entertain her line of questioning ; whatever knowledge he could share about midgard, in hopes of prythian advancing to their level, he would be glad to do so. it had amazed him how prehistoric prythian remained as compared to his former home. seemingly, they had everything but midgard's ability to grow technologically. perhaps it was their refusal to steal and consume the power of their people . . . who could stoop that low? a gentle smile rests atop his lips, gaze again dropping to address her. ❝ the first time i came through, ❞ he began, head tilted as he attempted to remember the details. ❝ it just felt like i was falling. i didn't see or feel anything . . . one moment i was in midgard, the next i was laying on the rocks of the illyrian mountains. ❞ / @cldrnfeared

[cinemapix]

RUE AND JULES EUPHORIA SEASON TWO TRAILER

[lacetulle]

Skytten Couture | Out of the Chrysalis

[princessrhcenyra]

Friends (1994)

[davikahoorne]

[nightfvll-deactivated20230808]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, differently it spoke to him, persuading his actions to be heightened and jagged to constantly look over his shoulder, hold his breath in case it was his last. ever-fleeting. he placed it down feeling some sort of guilt toward disobeying the guardian angel's warning to not roam alone. but finnick was trying to will the other toward him without pleading on his hands and knees for the other to be close, to share space with one another – that wasn't what Abraxas wanted or that's the jittery-ness he got from the other whenever they did occupy the same space. depth of his subconscious he knew something was wrong, something was off and it had nothing to do with either of them, it was bigger.

a sense of relief flooded over him, consumed by it and it drowned out any not even bruise ego more like a little bump that meant nothing to him, all that matter stood right in front of him, towering over him in all his glory. an angelic being whom had refused to claim his heart. his thirst for the other's love was becoming of him, it'll be his very undoing. burning embers sparking flames to the combusting wildfire within finnick – he had waited for this moment for so long, – the ignition point of the fire was the grip on his chin and deeply searching those blazing fires. thus would be the back-and-forth conclusive chapter and they'll start a new together.

beginning to rise on his toes, kaleidoscopic eyes went dreamily to his lips, everything was about to change in one single instant, and to be sealed in a kiss...

three seconds.

one, two, three – that's all it took for Abraxas to shutter his near-perfect delusion. those words left him stunned, paralysed by five heavy words, widening gaze of pure panic mixed with bewilderment, lips parting and he forgot had to breathe. the rift opened? the prison was left unguarded, he had a few hidden dangers in there, setting it up before they left for the house of wind. ❝ i-i, i-we, we-i, must go. ❞ he babbled, ripping his chin from the other's grasp, turning away from the other, his worries and concerns started to swirl around. ❝ the rift, t-they could b-be waiting, to get them ❞ he sharply turned back to Abraxas, them he was referring to was those withering away entities in the pits of the prison, the daglan. and then he was on the move to his court, nothing would stop him, feet carrying him as he pushed past some crowd goers.

[fataviam]

as though he had any power over the situation, abraxas caught finnick by the arm before he could get too far away. though worry, anger, had set into his very bones, the malakh knew that should finnick investigate this situation on his own ( or return to the dusk court at all ), that only further panic would set in amongst the courts. he needed to be here as a diplomat ⎯ put on a strong face and press forward for the sake of prythian. he, himself, could be above the illyrian steppes and return before dawn broke the night sky. but the general also knew that there would be little he could do to settle finnick's mind without letting him see for himself ; to check on his pets buried underneath their court.

in one, fluid sweep, finnick was tucked into abraxas's arms and taken to the skies . . . he would not allow his high ruler from his sight until he knew that he would be tethered to their temporary home by valeria or ezra, even filomena. they each had their roles. his, at the moment, was to get finnick home. to try and ease his mind with soothing words that would lull him close, too close, under the trust that abraxas could pull himself away before promising something that could not be.

moments later, the malakh set foot on the plush grass of their home, carrying finnick inside the house shared amongst the high family and their inner circle . . . hoping that someone else would be home to strategize. he needed to know what else had happened at the house of wind. had the high rulers began to question the legend of the asteri and their soul - snatching proclivities? had the same tautness to his jaw been seen amongst other midgardian nobles? but finnick.

❝ there is nothing we can do right now, finn. ❞ abraxas said, eyes pleading with the panicked ruler to hear him out. ❝ as soon as someone else gets home, i'll go inspect the rift, check on the prison, and come back here to you. ❞ / @nightfvll

[dyingstcr]

ever  more  a  realist  in  nature,  valeria  tended  to  not  let  a  foreign  environment  change  her  behavior.  despite  the  joyous  feel  in  the  air  and  the  anticipation  that  she  was  feeling,  she  kept  a  part  of  herself  from  expecting  too  much  so  that  disappointment  wasn't  as  much  of  a  terrible  feeling.  optimism  was  much  easier  to  come  by  for  abraxas  than  she  and  she  did  not  mind  it.  the  spymaster  leans  into  him  as  he  pulls  closer  to  shield  her  behind  his  wing  giving  some  illusion  of  privacy  despite  those  coming  and  going  nearby.  "  you  are,  but  for  once  i  do  not  mind.  "  a  chuckle  leaves  ruby  lips  as  she  shakes  her  head.  "  it  is  beautiful  that  is  easy  to  see,  but  is  it  because  of  that  beauty  that  they  kept  it  secret  for  so  long  or  something  far  worse  ?  "  it  was  hard  for  her  to  imagine  to  keep  something  like  this  hidden  for  centuries.

there  is  a  change  in  the  air  as  she  gazes  up  to  the  sky.  normally  not  an  impatient  person,  but  she  is  happy  to  see  that  it  is  finally  starting.  the  first  spirit  that  falls  is  beautiful  in  a  swathe  of  greens,  blues  and  yellows.  she  waits  for  more  hoping  to  see  every  color  in  the  sky  but  murmurs  of  discontent  reach  her  fae  ears.  there  should  be  more,  several  more  spirits  falling  and  in  beautiful  colors  but  there  is  not.  "  abraxas.  "  a  seriousness  enters  her  tone  contrasting  to  the  mood  they  had  been  feeling  moments  before.  "  something  isn't  right.  this  isn't  supposed  to  be  what  is  happening.  "

[fataviam]

it was the whispers of discontent, the shock at the sight overhead, that set a rigidness to the malakh's shoulders. surrounding voices entered in through one ear and drifted into the night air out the other, anxiousness rising with every moment not in action. he was stunned, head still thrown back in feigned delight with a expectant expression written over his face ; as if the spirits were delayed by something, not gone. but it was valeria's voice ⎯ the confirmation from someone who knew of what they spoke ⎯ that knocked the air from his lungs. hazed amber eyes finally returned to his companion, hoping, praying to solas that her words were in jest. but there, he saw a mirror of his worry.

❝ we need to go. ❞ to the house of wind? to collect finnick? to check on the remainder of the midgardians under their protection? what could the two of them accomplish in this night with little to no information surrounding why this phenomenon had suddenly come to an end? but abraxas knew, deep, deep, deep down, who was responsible for this. the parasites who had taken his own firstlight after the drop, those who had siphoned power from an entire planet for fifteen thousand years. their court was in danger. / @ravenflcmes

[supernva]

Whilst staying in Velaris , Calliope had found the Sidra to be a hospitable enough home . Now she was drifting along its surface with a waterproof notebook in her hands , her long blond hair plastered to her shoulders while her tail flicked to and fro beneath the surface of the water . The bikini top she wore matched the silvery dappling of scales along her shoulders along with the bioluminescent dots that peppered them like freckles . "Okay- well you didn't have to be so rude!" she was yelling after a fae that seemed like he couldn't vacate the area quick enough when she spotted her latest victim . There wasn't a single breath between the end of her words and the next sentence that sprung from her lips while she called out to this new stranger . "Oh! Hey! Yeah- you! Could you come over here? I'm doing a survey about a foreigner's opinion on plastics !" She hadn't yet met a Prythian who'd known what the last word meant without explanation .

[fataviam]

abraxas had concerned himself with investigating the rift, spending far too much time hovering over velaris as he racked his brain for information. was such a thing possible? could the asteri find a way to break through wards still laced with the magic possessed by luna's horn? had things gotten so bad in midgard that their own parasitic abilities had gotten stronger? a thousand questions posed, a thousand questions unanswered. it would do him no good to worry when he hadn't be granted approval to conduct a thorough investigation ⎯ to go through the rift. thus, he settled his aching mind with a walk along the edges of the sidra, an improvement from his walks along the istros. he dared to think sight of a messenger otter would raise his spirits. instead, it was the chirp of a familiar voice that did it.

❝ nearly four decades since you've seen this face and you want to ask me about plastics? you haven't changed a bit, lili. ❞ / @supernva

[deusolis-deactivated20230624]

sighing a great sigh of relief at her words, aurelio visibly relaxes, though only slightly. worry had always been in his nature and he was often tightly wound, stern and serious and bitter, and as such the concept of relaxation had been a foreign one in his nine hundred years of life. ' i'm fine. ' he assures with a nod, senses picking up on the commotion around them, fighting the instinctive urge to shield his sister from any sort of threat, but she was a high lady now, and she had guardians of her own. ' zacreus ran off somewhere. assured me of his safety then blocked me from entering his mind. ' aurelio speaks almost stubbornly, clearly upset with his brother's actions. ' we should get you back to your quarters. '

[fataviam]

daring an attempt at easing his mind, celestina laid her palm against aurelio's cheek, reassuring with the small glint of hope in her eyes. ❝ we all are. ❞ the fae promises, though she knows there is an expiration on her words. perhaps the lengthened darkness had dulled her light, but there was this disturbing feeling that starfall wouldn't be the only event over the course of the summit to end in a way that set prythian at a disadvantage. but voicing her concerns would do little to aid in the front she put forth ⎯ comforting presence being clawed away by worry. ❝ come now, walk me home. these lovely males should be concerning themselves with the safety of their high lady. ❞ a command, something so rare to come from celeste's lips. but the peering russet gazes scattered to the winds with her words, understanding their cue. ❝ zacreus blocked you? and didn't say where he was going? ❞ / @deusolis

[heightstm]

OPEN TO ALL + located in the night court.

in spite of the bright smile on her petaled lips , clemmie was unsettled by the latest development to what should have been a short visit to the night court. she had no interest in extending their trip , much less in current circumstances , but it was hardly her choice to make. even as the wife of a high ruler , she could do very little except entertain herself with a game of solitaire in their shared chambers. bored of this , clemmie ventured for company elsewhere.

❝ interested in playing a game with me ? ❞ clytemnestra flashes a pack of gold gilded cards. ❝ i'm tired of winning against sore losers. ❞

[fataviam]

delicate smile lifted the corners of her lips at the sight of the lady of the winter court. there was something about the spouses of seasonal rulers that celestina wouldn't allow herself to resist ⎯ the utter temptation to force benevolence on them for a friendship. clytemnestra would not be spared from her kindness. ❝ of course i would, my lady. ❞ golden gaze settles, amused, on her opponent, a hint of competitiveness glinting in her irises. ❝ what game? ❞ / @wingedtm

[supernva]

closed starter for celestina vanserra @fataviam

Sabina had been doing her best to keep a low profile following the display she'd unwillingly took part in on the balcony , and her latest place of refuge she'd thought of was that of the library beneath the House of Wind . After all , the only people who could enter it were the priestesses it housed and those who they allowed inside . Certainly they'd have no desire to admit the countless fae who'd been barraging her with questions . But lingering just before the entrance she spotted something that didn't belong .

It was easy enough to recognize the daughter of the Day Court and lady of Autumn that cut a gentle figure in the night . A feeling of dread rose in Sabina's gut as she recalled just how disastrous her meetings with her brothers had been . Still- it would be impossible to enter the library without walking past her , and it'd be beyond rude not to acknowledge someone of such standing . Reluctantly she opened the conversation while she drew closer , hoping the sister might prove a pleasant surprise . Or at least a decent one . "Are you lost ?" she asked . "Unless you were trying to gain access to the library . Are you someone who'd rather read than be at a party ?"

[fataviam]

the day court was known for their collection of knowledge . . . something that celestina had perused in their youth as a comfort. if any library in the remainder of prythian were to rival that haven, it would be the court of dreams. light seemed to radiate from her very being as footsteps padded against the stone floors, even as darkness loomed from every corner. she was troubled ⎯ disappointed ⎯ wanting to delve into the information the priestesses had gathered on starfalls prior. to understand what possibly could have gone wrong.

a familiar scent stopped her in her tracks, turning expecting to find . . . this was new. a cordial smile dimpled her cheeks as the fae came into view, only recognizable from the events of the night prior. but the scent. ❝ i intended to ask the priestesses for access to their archives. ❞ the lady of autumn shared, hoping that the woman stood before her should understand the significance of a former lady of the day court and her hunt for knowledge. ❝ it is a creature comfort, i apologize if i have overstepped the bounds of my welcome, lady . . . ? ❞ / @supernva

[cldrnfeared]

for: everyone

he probably should have been as dutiful dog by his high lord's side as ever. but he had already checked on fin and he could handle himself for a few moments and after everything he'd seen, ezra needed a drink. the bar was practically empty except for himself and a few other lingering patrons, apparently, the rest of velaris had been scared away by talk of double moons and whatever else those seers had mumbled before they'd collapsed. moonlight hung low in the window and gas lamps barely illuminated the darkened corners. even the hidden city had dive bars. he gripped at the skin of some mulled wine his rings clunking against the wooden countertops. he could feel a pair of eyes lingering on his back, years of paranoia crawling up his spine. he turned back, an eyebrow cocked and wine-skin raised. "is there a problem?"

[fataviam]

perturbed wouldn't even begin to touch what the fae was feeling. in the pit of their stomach, they knew what crawled over the lands of prythian . . . it was their fate, after all : a land indebted to the gods they imprisoned, in an endless cycle of reckless violence and danger. niamh had began preparing herself for the impending since watching sabina and tiarnan collapse at the house of wind. the dagger, once comfortably left in her chambers, now strapped to the inside of her thigh, hidden under the darkness of the leathers. she needed a drink. worry trailed behind as they stepped beyond the door of the bar, heading to the keep for some more of that glorious night court wine. but her steps were halted at the inhale of a familiar scent, narrowed icy gaze perceiving their equal sat ahead. ❝ i've never seen you so relaxed. it's troublesome. ❞ / @cldrnfeared

[placeholdfm]

her words were like a seductive whisper and zacreus couldn't help to fall into the trap she was creating. he'd fall and then he'd prepare himself to counterattack, to climb back up and over-power the creature which had lured him in. "which one is the most intriguing?" he asked with a devilish grin as they seemed to have moved closer to one another, both serpents ready to bite the other, for the smallest piece of information or recognition. "I wonder-" he murmured to himself and let his eyes fall from hers. "perhaps you would've been better in my court." he mused with a grin. she wouldn't change her fealty, he knew as much - but there was no hiding in what one might've wished for was it free to take.

[fataviam]

two predators circled each other, daring to tease the line between professionalism and danger. it was an invigorating experience, watching the expertly laid traps snap shut as he spoke ; their eyes alight with some sort of wonder as to how far they could spin this web before catching themself in it. ❝ i find my lies to be rather . . . alluring. ❞ the serpent's tongue wags, voice barely above a whisper, their words only for zacreus to hear. ❝ but for you, high lord, my truth might be more intriguing. i don't think i'm alone in my discontent for this show. ❞ her own intrigue peaked as he followed his statement, removing her own lingering gaze to lean against the railing of the balcony once more . . . wait for another appropriate moment to strike. ❝ do you offer the same professional freedoms my high ruler does? ❞ / @dcrkening