it was a foolish thought to imagine that love may blossom between the pair. one that neve had no intention in indulging. an arrangement of convience and a far cry from the life she’d dreamt of building after the war. future now promised to a male who now saw neve as nothing more than an order from his high lord. it was against her will that her cheeks flushed once he brought his own face closer, taunted her. neve noted the way his eyes drifted down, but she did not move from her place. if amiery believed she’d hand over any piece of herself to him so willingly…once he moved back from her, she let out the tiniest breath she’d been holding within her chest. his words frustrated her needlessly.
the fae pushes herself off from the table, moving towards him till she stood before him. leaning forward to place her hands on either side of his chair, caging amiery in as if she held all the control between the pair. “ i would love if you spoke such a horrid thing,” draws her face closer to his, a mimic to their stance before. though her eyes do not stray from his. “ because i would not hesitate to make you regret it.” a bemused smile to match the foxlike one he wore. released her grip on the chair to grab for the bottle once more, taking a harsh sip from it. immediate cough comes up her throat, wiping off her mouth with a grimace.
“ i am something far greater than this, amiery.” a bite to her tone that the other male was a bit undeserving of, he’d not been the one to sign them to this. an unwilling participant as much as her. “ and i will continue to be such, even with you attached to my hip. there are plenty of people who marry without love, or affection.” a pause, swallowing down the lie she’d been whispering to herself and others since it was announced. “ can you not just smile adoringly at me on occasion? rather than appear as if a bee has stung your tongue.”
he was amazed. actually no -- astonished. how in the world did he find himself to be in this position ? a breathless chuckle flows from the back of his throat. “ you’re having fun, aren’t you ? parading your speech like it does something to me ... like it matters to me what you are worth. ” he enjoys letting his words worm around another’s mind. words he placed there, tantalizingly alluring, even amid the discussion of their potential demise of what they called marriage . a low laugh, his head tilts to the side and he finds himself studying the centerpiece of the flowers he had mentioned before . “ do you think your beloved title matters in the end ? “ being neutral made him discover new things ... things that had completely changed his course in life. in the end, be it high fae, lesser fae, or mortal and anything else in between .. they’re all the same. he seen power that is bred from ignorant people with high titles — people who deem themselves worthy to be gods, who pull their tongues from their mouths and claim them to be prophets. he’s eaten them all, left them broken and mumbling maddening spells to themselves as if they had a savior waiting for them . his father was a prime example . title didn’t matter but nor did power .
“ your title can save you for now but just know this, ” he stands up, moving closer to the women before gently caressing her hair and leaning in, lips almost nibbling at her ear before whispering the following words. “ i will never be attached to your hip despite the title you hold. my father ... ” mouth twisting upwards in a smile, cold and lifeless as it hangs loosely on his lips for a moment before scattering off into his usual tightlipped grimace.
“ he thought the same as you and i’m assuming you heard what happened to him , right ? ” he removes himself from the women's presence and already senses the doomy heavy cloud hanging above them. this wasn’t a threat , no , far from it but it was lesson everyone should be taught . “ now , remind me when you asked for a potential husband according to your standards ? “
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 and delicate pebbles. nari dips a dirtied rag into the body, ice - cold water biting at their fingers. ❛ stars . . . ❜ because how can it only be so short of a moment before absolute destruction? something about the land they stand on is so pained and torturous, despite its glorious history. in the back of their mind, is a small child naively hoping for peace talks and familiarity. familiarity. and so, the realm answers.
while splashing her face clean, something rustles behind her. from stories they have heard, this story does not end well. the rag falls into the forces of nature, dagger slipping out from a concealed pocket in her sleeve. ❛ hey! ❜ but it isn't exactly a sight that incites danger. no, this feeling is far worse. if it had been a murderous creature, perhaps she'd had stood a chance. ❛ you . . . what are you . . . amiery? ❜
a quiet day is what he needed the most , but even the noises of a blossoming bud being heard can easily disrupt his peaceful silence . the violent gushing waves in his ear implied that there was a stream nearby and as his legs move , the immediate memory of the calm beaches he used to sleep by back home came to mind. as much as he wanted his court to be safe , he couldn’t care less about what happens in this world . make it be mass destruction and he would turn a blind eye . it was cruel but he was only returning the favor to what he faced .
when it was announced that he would be following his high lord into the mountains , it was another obedient order without a chance to strike back . not that he had much power to say no in the first place . his footsteps play with the leaves as he nears the stream, eyes looking below without paying any mind to the old very familiar friend. “ put that down . “ he retorts, eyes still remaining down to his feet , glazing at the colored leaves by his feet before reaching down and collecting two . “ i had worse things happen to me than being stabbed by .. ” he examines the weapon nari held in hand . his head turned to each side , eyes darting to her own to make direct eye contact
“ a small little knife . . . ” he chuckles at the thought if such a thing would cause anything in this forest pain. gently reaching for her arm , he slips the dagger back down her sleeve . “ you look surprised . did you think i wouldn’t i be here ? “
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 in the corner of his chamber door, a small figure swaying sleepily. a sight so familiar, only now, he is particularly taller and increasingly more annoying . the moon was peaking between dusty curtains, lighting up the steel of a sword he had been cleaning the edge of, before being interrupted. ❛ another story? ❜ and it was like he was handing them out at this point.
❛ did i tell you the one about when i bested a wolf? hm, i think i may have. ❜ he feigns a moment of thought, knitting his brows together. ❛ and i might add, i may snore, but you are not any sleeping beauty either. ❜
“ it feels as though that’s the only story you have .. ” the words that came out of his mouth were unexpected and when he realized what he had said, his eyes went wide in shock, his head turning to the other side with intent to avoid the other’s gaze. somehow, leon always brought him back to his childish self . “ if that is what you believe then i cannot stop you . but there is a fair amount of other people who would say otherwise. ”
the night looms . now it remains vacant and silently prickled with the stars . the skylight above him hits his face directly and seems like it was meant to keep him awake . or was it the crippling thoughts of anxiety after reconciling with an old friend . but even so , he knew exactly where to go during times like this . amiery nears leon’s bedchambers in a quietness and carefulness matter. rubbing his eyes and sighing ever so loudly before creaking it open and slipping inside. ( as if he was a child , entering his parent’s room after a nightmare or -- extreme boredom. )
“ i cannot sleep. “ he confesses, and is quick to take the side of the other’s bed . “ tell me something fascinating. something so when i sleep, i can go elsewhere. and when i sleep , don’t you dare snore. ”
closed for : amiery ( @glvorys ) location : under the mountain
void. the state of being without . the void had consumed her waking mind , clouding her daily matter and handling . months had passed by in a matter of seconds . day in , day out , the day would repeat itself . an endless loop till the day her blood would run cold . wake , eat , work , pray , sleep , dream . dream of the best or the worst ?? althea had meandered through the hordes of the eternals without a conscious mind or matter . yet one day it all changed . the curse lifted from a mind far more troubled , left with more questions that would never be answer . not until fate meddled in her destiny , rewriting the tale of a damsel without purpose . the dreams would become vivid , lively , like a whisper of a life already lived fully . but were it dreams or foreboding terrors of a heart yet to break once more in a multitude of piece that would no longer be able to mend .
lightning bolt . a single visible discharge of light . it struck her , caught her of guard like being stuck in a crossfire . her eyes had been wandering , luring and flirting her to see . to see him . he was the violence , her midnight muse that haunted her every dream . the truth unspoken was felt in her bones . her body acted out of character , out of her control . her legs leading her to him . it wasn't until she came face to face , only a breath away that she detected the glimmer , the spark she had searched for .
' i have found you . ' her words were a mere whisper from a breathless mouth , inaudible for anyone standing nearby yet had the load of a thousand stars . he felt like a home she had not dared to long for , yet he was a strange nonetheless . or was he ??
he had replayed this moment for countless of times . how should he react ? should he turn a blind eye and play dumb ? how could he show no act of recognition if such an event would take him by surprise ? she had walked in as if she knew she were a god and he stayed wondering why the universe had led him here on this night. he tells himself , surely she was looking for someone other than me. but yet, as things became quickly apparent, it was destiny and fate taking control of chance - a chance that he believes that could cause complete chaos once again.
there was a time where he was angry at the universe, to introduce them only to take his lover far away. as her voice was just enough to steal his breath and the heat from his skin .. suddenly his defences are just paper, paper that is being soaked by the rapidly falling briny drops. the emotional reunion is told in the soul connection of eyes, not with a sweet touch, or the strength of a such a long anticipated hug. his brain can't formulate a thought, at least not one based in any language, and if doesn’t look away right now his atoms will tear themselves apart.
he wears a mask before allowing himself to say the words he had been rehearsing for so long “ i don’t know you ” oh , how this felt so foreign. she’s warmth and he stood in the wrong place as her eyes digged deep into his, whilst knowing that such comfort is only meant for others. not for him. not for the one who committed a crime that can never be forgiven. “ who the hell are you ? “
someone from the dawn court had made it known to neve that the lord had snuck off seemingly with a bottle of liquor they believed to be far too strong for amiery to drink alone, she’d thanked them politely before slipping out of the room to seek the other out. mild annoyance fluttered in her stomach, none of them particularly desired to be under the mountain. to be on the precipe of a new age in prythian. yet, neve knew better than to make a fool out of her family, or court, by vanishing before it was approriate to do so. feet paused outside his door, hesitating as her hand hovered above the wood. poised as if she was to knock. instead, neve let her head fall forward till her forehead kissed the cool wood.
the high fae summoned what strength she could muster in her chest before letting herself into the room, eyes immediately locking on amiery’s back before shifting to the bottle beside him. confident strides take her to stand next to him, till neve stands behind his shoulder. a sharp laugh comes from her at his suggestion that they would marry here, of all places. “ absolutely not, i’d sooner denounce my title than ever marry under the mountain.” a shudder ran through her at the thought, placing hand on his shoulder so that she could swipe the glass from amiery. a delicate sniff to it, neve grimaced at the scent. yet, his comment about the flowers she had requested had her swallowing what remained within the glass. “ i am relieved to learn that you listen to the things i say, if only you would gift me with an opinion on occasion. ” a long sigh fell from her lips as she handed him back the glass. shuffled to move to lean against the table, tilting head as she considers the man sitting before her.
“ amiery, did you tell another lady that i am merely a business proposal? ” neve does not wait for his answer, reaching up to rub her temples. it seemed that nearly all males desired to make her head ache as of late. at least this one remained upfront with his distaste for neve.
his ideal place of marriage didn’t matter to him. it’s not like he had one to begin with , but he knew that it wouldn’t had matter if he had the right person by his side. a slight flash of althea and their moments together went through his mind and with that , he takes the glass cup and fills it to the brim before immersing himself into the powerful drink he likes to call savior. the relationship with the high fae .. in his words, was meaningless. it was nothing but a business proposal and he wouldn’t be afraid to admit that but he wouldn’t say such words out loud . “ oh , you would love that wouldn’t you ? “ his brings his face closer, “ if i said those words , what will you do ? “ eyes locking with hers before glancing at her lips. he was just mere inches away from what would cause complete chaos .
he traces his back down on the chair, a sly smile plastered across his features before reaching to refill his drink again . “ don’t tell me you wouldn’t agree though . you may value yourself as something more and that’s something i respect, ” as he swirls the glass cup , his eyes never leaving hers , never breaking contact . “ but .. this is merely just what needs to be done . it’s not a want we both long for . ” nor is it something he would fight for .
a breathless laugh escapes his lips as he moved slightly for his head to rest itself on the palm of his hand while his fingers gently reside on his cheek . “ perhaps that lady could see what we truly are through a glass door ... it wouldn’t be so wrong to assume that since we never shared one bit of affection. “
he wasn’t proud to be betrothed. was it a punishment for the sins he has committed ? did the universe hate his existence that much ? timing was never in his favor considering how awful it was when it was announced to both courts of their unruly marriage proposal . coming back to such an alarming declaration , he asked himself .. was this the price he had to pay for ruining the life of yet another person he swore to protect ? he remembers blindly agreeing to his high lord , knowing full well that he has no other option but to accept what was coming . such freedom after the death of his father came at a price and that price was to be obedient .
in a room so vastly empty, he was left alone with his thoughts and a bottle of the hardest liquor prythian had to offer. alcohol is a poison, one that many find addictive, especially those under stress and with genetic predispositions to such biochemical responses. to have it so readily available in times of social stress is one’s own goal for any nation - rippling toxic harm into society.
familiar footsteps rings through his ears, without turning his head, he already knew who it was. “ did they say the wedding was going to be held here ? such an empty, colorless, and dutiful place ” cold words are professionally spoken out in a coo as the other walk by him, “ i’m sure those white dahlias will fit accordingly on this table . the ones you wanted, no ? ” his smile both poised and artfully decorated in rehearsed playfulness.
𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿，𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 !
somewhere south of under the mountain, on the fringes of the winter court, you have been entreated to investigate a peculiar case.
the hulking alps of under the mountain leer at him as he halts, sharp and sudden as a gasp, on the verge of the forest. behind them, treeless tundras drape themselves across the sprawling expanse and beyond even those, the winter court lies, dozing, in the inky seam of the horizon. day has not yet broken. the bulwark of trees ahead appears impenetrable, inscrutable. he knows that to encroach upon its secrets is to thrust a hand out into the dark and hope to seize light —— a fool's errand. a pocketwatch thrums its clockwork heartbeat against his palm where it is nestled under his cloak, unshaking. the blood pounding in his ears is so loud that it might as well be thundering.
hurry. hurry. over yonder, fog has begun stealing across the mirage of under the mountain, obscuring its vertiginous slopes from view. a harsh breath cleaves the silence as kairos retrieves the envelope from a pocket, turns it over his fingers once, twice, before proffering it to his companion. ‛ she arrived in the dead of night. pale with terror and shivering like a newborn. pushed this, ’ he says, and gestures to the letter, ‛ into my hands and fled as quickly as she came. ’ he recalls her face as an executioner recognises death —— by the eyes of the damned, the pupils that mist over just before the axe falls. hers were a blue he had never seen before, cobalt peering into his hazel as a blizzard howled outside his office.
the letter so reads : there’s been a killing in the forest south of under the mountain. you have to retrieve the body.
it was the sort of cold winter that would freeze the blood of those who didn't take sufficient care to be warm in heart and core. nevertheless, it seeps through within him and drain his soul. it rob the last whispers of heat from his very bones but did he mind it ? not a single bit . it didn't trouble him or raise concern but the letter that was placed before him did . not because of the contents inside but because of the other's reaction . “ if you truly believe there is a body down there , why not go see it out by yourself ? “ dark brown eyes peered upwards, his expression twisting with slight amusement . “ if you do not come back , i will assume that you met your demise down south . “ he moves forward, eyes following the path before them before his feet did the same .
a breathless sigh leaves his lips and he laughs very suddenly as he comes to a halt. realizing that he couldn’t leave someone so oblivious to such a foolish thing . a bright burst of emotion drudged up from the depths of his usual dry carefulness in his expression. “ you ought’ to know that there are real cases that need to be solved, detective . i would hate having to lose you to such a poorly written excuse of a letter . “
Ꮧ. 𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨 : chat noir dahlia, it's petals are a deep wine red, almost black, and unlike other dahlia's, it's petals spread out like long spikes and resemble sea urchins. the flower symbolizes loyalty, change, dignity, power, and betrayal.
you weren’t meant to exist . you knew that all too well once you were placed next to the people you called ‘ family ‘ . the dawn court stood proud as another son was born but what they didn’t know was that your father had an affair with another peregryn .
he had promised your mother a good future for you if she wouldn’t get involved , if she feigned ignorance to the situation. ( even if she disagreed , his father wouldn’t take ‘no’ as an answer ) you soon found out that they made your sweet mother’s life a living hell , and you were prepared to do the same once you were old enough to wield a sword with strong proper training. in the meantime, your rage was kept inside , hidden but never once left the soul you craved to release . the training grounds were your best friend , and your siblings knew all too well to never disturb the time you had there .
maintaining relationships were never your forte. friendships come and go , mainly because you stood oddly too quiet for their liking . relationships ? you weren’t deemed fit for them .. or that’s what your step mother, the high lady of the dawn court always said . “ you’re useless . you’re no different from that mother of yours . no one will ever love you . ” the list can go on and on as you were labeled the black sheep of the family while the rest of your siblings lived in complete bliss . no , you couldn’t blame them . it wasn’t their fault that your father and step mother always pushed you to your limits . limits that anybody would consider as torture.
there was only one person who protected you and acted as a father figure and .. well, your best friend. and he was your guard . placed to be next to you at all times by your father ( or so you believed. in reality, it was a deal made by your father and your actual mother as her ‘dying wish’ ) in case your emotions had a different reaction to your problems .
“ i should pluck out all your feathers and make them into a dress like how i did with your mother . “ it was then you realized what exactly happened to your mother . the death of the women you wished stood by your side was all because of her . and your father was no different from the cruel woman that everyone called a warrior during the war as he stood by and watched . if she was a warrior , you were merciless .
when your father was a bystander , you turned into his opponent . all the rage you kept inside of you for years , all that anger and resentment and training led to this moment .
you were holding back your powers as a daemati for this moment . to leave the man you been calling father as a mindless zombie . but of course, you couldn’t do that without making him go on his knees and ask for forgiveness . but that wasn’t genuine , you told yourself . you didn’t want an apology if it was because now you were suddenly feared . you wield your sword instead , stabbing him in the heart before twisting the blade every time you finished what you had to say .
as your older sibling was put into place as a high lord/lady (tbc) you felt as though you could suddenly breathe . there was still hatred in your heart but you managed to overcome that obstacle and for the first time in a long time , you sat at the dining table , oh how luxurious you felt in the moment knowing the the blood of your father stained your hands as you picked up a golden spoon to eat .
even though you never once let your wings soar or showed anyone you had them , your life for the most part was going swell . but that was until you lost the love of your life . first it was your mother, then it was someone who you swore to protect . was your existence really a curse ? was your step mother right all along ? were you really not meant to live ?
you fell into the man you promised would never appear again . the man who sought out to kill and get revenge but this time the only thing that was holding you back was the memories you had of althea but knowing that she walked around aimlessly , without a sense of who you are haunts you .
THIS GOT TOO EFFIN LONG ... ANYWAYS CONNECTIONS . MAKING THIS SHORT AND SIMPLE !
give him some hookups . ik his ass got around a lot . pretty charming on the outside TBFH
a best fucking friend thats not his guard cuz thats practically his guard / real father figure .
someone who admires him ig and hes just like .. yeah ik im pretty cool hot amazing and sexy for someone who killed their dad yeah yeah i should’ve been the high lord haha.
someone who complain that hes too tall and he teases them cuz theyre short . ( hes 6′4 .. AND WE LOVE TO SEE IT )
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