MAVEN / CALORE

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[minayrd]

@literaturedaily member’s event → favourite character

i am what she m a d e me.

[firecoatedrain]

         "you still seem surprised when i do the things i do,  why?"  it was a geniue question that laced his words,  he had thought that by now she would understand the things he had to do.  the person he had become,  through his mothers' manipulation.  he had hoped that by having her with him,  by keeping her away from his brothers whispers against him,  that she would come to realise,  come to understand him.  come to want to remain with him.  he flicked a piece of lint off his shoulder,  boredom laced his movements,  he was numb to watching blood spill,  silver or red.  it meant no matter to him.  the scarlet guard were terrorists,  but more than that,  they tried to keep mare from him.  "at least you know now,  that brother mine does care enough to try and help you."  bitter.  it was bitter to taste. // @marecle

[carstairsjames]

maven calore // red queen series

“a century of war and wasteful bloodshed. how can anyone change something like that? for once I find myself counting on maven’s ability to twist and scheme. perhaps he can see a way — forge a path— that no one before him has imagined.”

[cocsasuggestion]

i had to grow up before i was supposed to 

[goodnight-irene]

[firecoatedrain]

@marecle

[princecardan]

War Storm Edit Meme | Rift Challenge — Any Relationship: Maven & Elara

She’s here with me still, whether I want her to be or not. I call it a comfort, even when she is anything but.

[firecoatedrain]

    ❝  cal you can't believe everything father says is true.  don't you think it is rather strange that upon mare entering our lives it is the moment the scarlet guard strikes?  my mother is right you know,  they aren't something that can just be simply brushed under the rug and forgotten about.  ❞    fingers played with the fire which coated his fingertips.  his feet moving left to right,  he hated the fighting ring.  he wasn't made for this.  this is where cal excelled.  maven excelled with his words and his manipulations.  but he hated sparing with his older brother.  blue hues following his brother with each step he made.  perhaps his mother was right,  their father and cal were weak in making the hard decisions.   //  @dutyuntodeath

[firecoatedrain]

    hours.  it felt like hours had been stolen from him.  taken from his life span as he spent the evening with his mother.  spent it letting her wrap her way within his mind,  pushing against memories and deleting whatever she believed to be irrelevant.  it was love she claimed.  love that drove her to destroy his emotions.  love that caused her to rip things from his being.  but he needed to forget right?  thomas.  his name was thomas.  and he managed to make a home within your heart.   he had been unable to deal with the pain,  unable to mask the hurt he felt upon the thoughts of his friend.  even the mention of the front,  of the on going war it made maven feel ill.  love sick his mother had called him.    exhaustion had set in but he didn't care,  his pale skinned hand pushed open the door,  no knocked required.  he needed the only thing that made it all better.   feet feline lightness as he approached the others chambers.  ❝  renee ?   ❞    his voice light as he reached out for the others hand.      // @truheir

[dying-human]

[princecardan]

I was slow to walk, you know… the doctors, even Father, they told Mother I would be fine in my own time. It would happen one day. But “one day” wasn’t fast enough for her. She couldn’t be the queen with the crippled, slow son. Not after Coriane gave the kingdom a prince like Cal, always smiling and talking and laughing and perfect. She had my nurse discarded, blamed her for my shortcomings, and took it upon herself to make me stand.

I don’t remember it, but she told me the story so many times. She thought it showed how much she loved me.

[firecoatedrain]

MARE  /  marecle:

          BREATHE. SHE JUST NEEDED TO… BREATHE. But it was damn hard when it felt like even the walls themselves were watching her ––– and for all Mare knew, they were. “ Of course, ” she said on an exhale, nodding. She was GLAD to have Maven on her side. Someone who knew –– to whatever extent –– what it was like to be an outcast. Someone who knew the STRANGENESS of what she was and would help her keep that secret… a secret. She’d add Cal to that count but, she still didn’t know what to make of the soon-to-be-king. “ Thank you. Really… I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here. I’ve only been here a few days and already it feels so SUFFOCATING. Though, the good food does help. ” 

      eyes softening at the agreement of his aid.   honestly he had been angered when he found out he was being forced to marry someone he knew nothing off.   someone who was red but not red.   he had always thought he would get to chose.   the small reward he had for not being the future king.   something that made his life that little bit better than cals.   but it had been stolen from him,   right from his grasp.      however the moments he had began to share with mare he couldn't deny she was growing on him.      ❝----- well i am sure you will fit in eventually,  i know mother has you taking protocol.  it will help even though your teacher is an old bag,  ❞    he allowed a laugh to leave his mouth,  as he leant back against the door frame.  back still stiff,  his body unable to fully relazx,  not ever.     ❝---- i am glad to see our future queen hasn't tried to rip your throat out.  all i can say is good luck cal,  she is a piece of work i can say that much.   ❞

[arsonsuggestions]

why do people get so mad when i kill someone. they were gonna die anyway i just sped up the process

[tiberiaschooseme]

[firecoatedrain]

              your father said that you had to bear him,   for now.   the second cal was removed as the future king and your husband,   a new plan had taken effect.   you would have been able to pull cal’s strings,   but maven was a different kind of king.   and you were certain that maven’s lust for mare would make it impossible to be the queen you deserved.   your father said maven would likely break trust with the high houses at some point,   mare barrow would be his doom.   being in his cold company was killing you,   you missed spending this time with elane.   your one haven in this completely insufferable court.   “   did you intend to offend me,   my king   ?   don’t mistake me,   there were no feelings for cal.   i only want the title of queen,   it doesn’t matter who gives it to me.   i won queenstrial,   therefore that’s my right.   “   you said.   your gaze turned to him,   finally.   “   you forget i am not loyal to a person;   i am loyal to the crown,   maven.   “

         he couldn't stop the whisper of laughter form from his lips.   how long ago the queenstrial seemed to be.   it was a life time.   the flame disappeared with a shadow of smoke as he stretched out his arms,   pushing himself up onto his feet.   his body seemed weak.   pushing through it,   cold gaze drifted to his future wife.   his lip turning upwards slightly upon the sight of her.   she wasn't unpleasant in his mind,   but she was cals.   in his mind he could only see her as the queen his brother 'picked'.   his own choice,   somewhere far from here.      ❝----- you didn't answer the question,   my love,   ❞      the words dripped with bitter sweetness as his lips flashed a smile,   a wicked one.   one filled with nothing that ressembled love.      ❝   you barely make yourself seen these days,   doing who know whats.   so why are you here evangeline?    checking up on me,   or perhaps checking your position is still within grabs,   after all the scare your family must of had when our dear cal murdered my father in cold blood,   and then made off with that scheming barrow girl.  you can be safe i won’t throw anyway being king for some silly ------ red abomination.     ❞

[holysuggestions]

think of my claws in your ribs as a blessing.

[firecoatedrain]

         “   i was scared   -   “   mind flashed back to what had happened to mare when she was found out.   paraded around,   and then,   finally she slipped up.   had trusted maven’s love for anyone who wasn’t family too hard.   and then maven and elara had turned everyone against her,   attempted to execute her.   you were terrified that he would have done the same thing to you,   for lying to him.   “   my parents adopted me,   obviously.   i wasn’t registered again as aira merandus.   i don’t even exist in the bloodbase,   my birth name does,   but not this.   “   you were reciting everything they had told you upon mare’s arrival to court.   his grip on her was dead cold,   such a contrast to his power.   but you couldn’t help holding onto him just as hard as he held you.   he was your last lifeline,   the last piece of your childhood that wasn’t gone,   that wasn’t opposed to norta.   “   i’ll help you,   you’re my cousin.   use my blood.   show them silvers have mercy,   that the merandus line could have left me to die.   attract the newbloods to you first.   and those that don’t come,   kill them before mare gets them.   “

         eyes blinking as his the thoughts swarmed around his mind,   everything his mother had worked so hard to achieve was threatening to fall around him.   was threatening to take it away from him and leave him once again within the shadows.   his grip only tightened upon her touch.   his jaw grinding down,   teeth colliding with each other as he was unable to snap his gaze away from the red blood.      red as the dawn,   or whatever rubbish those terrorists said.   slowly his icy gaze lifted to his cousins face,   she was someone he had been fond of.   someone his mother had not completely ripped from his head.   perhaps the emotion of love or whatever he was supposed to feel was dulled,   numbed over time by the constant invasion that he endured within his mind.   lips pressing into a thin line,   the silver upon his skin only paling even more as he considered his options.   killing her would be easy,   however the outrage would be enough to start war.   his mother ----- he could not fathom what she would do.       ❝----- you will speak about how merciful i was to you,     how kind you have been treated and that i only want the best for those like you.    ❞        his words were short,    clipped.    spoken with authority.    yet slight panic edged his tongue.        ❝---- though of course you won't mind mother having a little look in that head of yours dear cousin .  nothing to hide,   nothing to fear.    hen we shall discuss your uses after.   ❞

[carstairsjames]

maven calore | | red queen series

“My brother. My father. I know I loved them once. I remember it.” His hands clench around a butter knife, and he glares at the dull edge. I wonder if he wants to use it on himself or his dead mother. “But I don’t feel it.”