FEYRE

FROM THE SHADOWS COMES A MONSTER

[indignxs]

CLOSED STARTER FOR ASH ( @dthbygltter​ )

If you looked hard enough, under the cover of darkness in a shady alcove you could find Feyre; drink in hand and only the occasional flash of purple sparks to give away her location. Already three faerie wines down and well on her way to merry, she was thoroughly enjoying the party. The only reason she was currently skulking in the corner was to avoid a very annoying gentleman who kept trying to guess her age - which was just rude. Feyre regretted not having turned him into a squirrel the second he started talking, but she was trying to be good these days.

As she leaned back against the wall, her shoulder brushed up against someone she was certain hadn’t been there just a moment ago. Turning her head in their direction she smiled when she realised she was looking at a very attractive fae, but not the rude one from earlier thank heavens. “Are you hiding in the corner too?”

[indignxs]

Saints & Sinners

CLOSED STARTER FOR CIRILLA ( @wickedxlovely​ )

Faerie wine doesn’t have quite the same effect on warlocks that it has on other creatures. Perhaps because warlocks and the fey share the demon bloodline, or perhaps because warlock magic dilutes the potency of the drink. Either way, Feyre was still well on her way to merry after her third goblet of wine. With bright eyes and rosy cheeks, she downed the dregs of her last glass and set it on the bar top for a refill. Her head spun pleasantly and everything seemed just a little more enchanting with enough of the sweet liquid in her system. She loved parties and revels when the theme of the evening was debauchery. Under the dimmed lights, hidden behind a costume, you could be anyone you liked here and nobody would judge you for being a saint or a sinner. 

Feyre picked up her refilled glass and turned around, adjusting the tight leather catsuit that clung like water to every contour of her body. Belatedly, she hoped it didn’t squeak every time she moved. Spotting a familiar face among the crowd, she made her way over to Cirilla without a second thought. “Are you enjoying the festivities, your highness?” 

[indignxs]

heavensreigns​:

THE  SWEETNESS IN  HER  LAUGH  made  him  smile  ,  even  though  it  stayed  small  .  it  seemed  rare  to  come  across  someone who  still  laughed like  that  .  ❛  i’m  very  sorry  you  wasted  your  time  .  ❜  julian  teased her  back  before he  chuckled  under  his  breath .  ❛  of  course you  would  say  that  .  the  problem is  ,  i’m  not  sure  if  i  can  trust  you  . what  if  those  pralines  make  me  fall  hopelessly  in  love  ?  ❜ he  gave  her  a  nod  when  she  talked  about  the  reputation of  her  kind  .  there  were  many  things  that  he  heard  about  warlocks and  not  all  of  them  were  good  .  far  from  it  .  a  lot  of  them  would  do  anything  for  a  price  ,  no  matter how  morally  questionable it  was  .  ❛  alright  .  so  we  are  looking for  something  that  might  not  exist  .  ❜  the  thought made  him  sigh  ,  but  he  tapped the  counter  a  couple  of  times  before he  went  on  .  ❛  in  my  experience  ,  things  like  that  often  do  exist  ,  after  all  .  ❜  and  there  had  to  be  a  good  reason  why  people  were  trying  hard  to  hide  it  ,  but  this  female  in  front  of  him  seemed harmless  enough  .  besides ,  if  he  got  a  look  at  the  grimoire and  he  thought it  might  be  too  dangerous ,  he  always had  options  , right  ? ❛  trap  the  contents of  hell  ?  ❜  he  echoed  ,  hazel  eyes  flickering  back  to  her  face  now  .  ❛  as  in  …  purging the  world  of  all  hellbound creatures  by  trapping them  down  there  ?  ❜  now  that  was  something  he  had  to  be  very  ,  very  careful  with  .  he  was  no  demon  ,  but  he  was  turned in  hell  .  it  could  be  bad  for  him  too  ,  but  that  was  not  the  reason  why  he  worried  about  this  information  .  ❛  what  would  you  do  with  it  ,  if  you  got  your  hands  on  it  ?  ❜  he  had  to  ask  .  not  just  for  himself ,  but  for  the  demons he  did  know  .  some  of  them  were  good  people  . demons  like  anastasia would  never  hurt  anyone  ,  just  for  fun  .  she  did  not  deserve to  be  stuck  down  there  for  the  rest  of  her  existence .  she  deserved  to  live  ,  just  like  her  daughter  .  he  could  not  let  them  get  hurt  .  ❛  i  understand  .  ❜ feyre’s  request  was  unexpected  .  there  were  not  a  lot  of  people  who  wanted  this  ,  for  various  reasons  .  julian  was  so  used  to  working alone  that  he  hesitated for  a  moment ,  but  he  finally  nodded his  head  .  ❛  we  can  team  up  for  this  ,  if  you  prefer .  and  we  can  discuss the  price  once  we  find  the  item  .  ❜

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“Ah, now you could hardly blame me for that, could you. Having beautiful people fall hopelessly in love with me is a great burden, but someone has to bear it.” 

Feyre watched him digest the information. She could practically see the cogs in his brain working overtime to figure out how best to approach her request. “What do shadowhunters say? All the stories are true?” She wanted to tell him how important finding the volume was, but sometimes it was better to be safe than sorry when it came to sharing information. It was best to stick with what she could share and leave it at that. “Rarely are there rumours of a magical object that are unfounded.” 

Feyre had no intention of handing the book over once it was found, but that didn’t mean she planned to use it for the destruction of downworlders. She’d only managed to survive the Shadowhunters war by the skin of her teeth; the last thing she would do was harm what few downworlders were left.

“I mean, trapping the contents of hell would probably be something the spellcaster would be capable of. But the tales I’ve heard are more along the lines of there being summoning spells that could raise the dwellers of hell and bring them to the mortal world. Not that I plan to do that.” She held his gaze long enough for him to hopefully see the sincerity in her eyes.

“That’s not my intention. I don’t want to send anyone to hell any more than they would want to go there. Long story very short, there are mistakes in my past I would like to atone for. Things I would like to undo. I can’t go back and change what I did, but I can make some things better... using some of the spells that are supposedly in the book.” Of course, she couldn’t tell him what she had done, but she could assure him she wouldn’t use it for the destruction of downworlders. “I’m not going to endanger anyone. And when I’m done I’ll happily turn the book over for safe keeping.” Who she’d turn it over to was a bridge they’d have to cross when they came to it. 

[indignxs]

song-gosni​:

❝ Maybe you can. I’m looking for something that’s a little more powerful than caffeine. Not for everyday use just for now and then when I need a pick me up, ❞ he asked. For all those 36-48 hour periods where sleep was not really an option. Young wanted the blood back done as soon as possible, he was happy to make sacrifices for it. He knew there would be side effects, but as long as he got what he needed done he can worry about sleeping for days afterwards, or whatever side effect it had. Potions were an interesting craft. He’s had some experience of being drugged with a potion before and it was not a pleasant experience so he mostly tended to stay away. ❝ That’s a neat trick by the way, ❞ he smiled as he looked to the ball of air the warlock was playing with.

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“Thank you very much,” she laughed lightly as she threw the swirling ball of air up towards the roof of her stall and watched it evaporate as though it had never been there to begin with. “You could say it’s a natural stress ball.”

Feyre had been mixing potions and wielding spells for hundreds of years, but the novelty still hadn’t worn off. She loved the stark contrasts between customers and the things they ordered and today had been a great day for more challenging orders. 

“You’ve come to the right place then,” she shoved a bag of crystals and human knuckle bones out of the way to make room on her table. “I can offer you a selection of different pick-me-up’s it just depends on what exactly you’re looking for. I have potions and pastes, patches and edibles, tailored spells and little crystals infused with warlock magic to boost your energy. I even have blood magic rituals to summon that energy. But I’m sensing you’re looking for something a little more... specific?”

[indignxs]

mittaturiudicium​:

Cassian had been into Warlock shops before. Even as much as he hated downworlders he couldn’t deny their usefulness. Their spells can be stronger and their wards useful. Just a shame their blood was tainted with demon blood. Their magic was blasphemous. He has also met more than his fair share of rogue warlocks. Cassian knew their potential and it was dangerous. Disgustingly so. 

❝ Do you have any sleeping potions? ❞ he asked with a warm and charming tone. A stark contrast to the one he had internally. ❝ I just arrived here and I’m not that great a sleeper when it comes to new environments, ❞ he explained. In reality he may actually use them for something else. Sleeping potions were a good stock to have. “How long have you been here? ❞ he asked. Probably going to be the main question he will ask for the next few days. He needed to figure out who exactly was here and how he was going to deal with this.

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Feyre looked up from the dry herbs she was crushing with a stone mortar and pestle as the stranger stepped into her tent. She had always hated how in-tune with people’s auras she was, but right this moment she was grateful because she could practically feel the negative energy vibrating off this man. 

Distrust was inherent for warlocks - for most downworlders actually - but she was sensing something seriously off about this guy. You don’t make it six hundred years in the mundane world without being able to tell friend from foe and she didn’t like the look in his eyes one bit. Feyre narrowed her eyes at his tone. He could be as charming as he liked, but it’s impossible to disguise true hatred.

“I have lots of different sleeping potions. Ones for dreamless sleep and ones to knock you out instantly, I have a brew's specific to certain creatures and a draught that will put you in a light coma for a few days. And of course, I do take special requests. If there’s a unique concoction you require I’m more than happy to discuss that.”

Despite the bad feeling, Feyre was hardly going to turn down good business when it presented itself. Besides, he’d find her apothecary sooner or later and if she was going to sell from her home she’d rather it be to a returning customer.

“Since the beginning of this whole... experiment. Time works differently here; it feels like weeks but it could have easily been years. And before you ask, I’m here by choice.” She went back to grinding the last of the nightshade stem to add to the faerie wine she was making. “I take it you’ve not been here long then?”

He didn’t need to tell her he was new here, she already knew from the blatant dislike she could see behind his smile. But he was on faerie territory now and there weren’t a lot of safe places to hide if you pissed off a downworlder.

[indignxs]

regardened​:

Addy just loved a good festival. Celebrations were always good things, after all; why else would one celebrate? Even being whisked away to another land had not dampened her spirits, flitting from stall to spectacle appropriately awed with each display, even if they sometimes weren’t the sort to tickle her fancy (no need to be impolite after all) it was also something of a way to get her out and into the crowds to mingle with her fellow prisoners. Oh, had she really gone and thought that? Well, there was no point in calling them anything else. 

She doubted any of them were here by choice. 

Not as though she was about to go around and ask that, heaven’s no. She takes a second bite of the deliciously candied apple, chewing thoughtfully as she drifts over to the next and nearest stall. It was a wondrous display and she did find herself rather enamored with the dried flowers on display. So much so she found herself skipping right over the pleasantries to exam them, she offers an smile by way of apology and quickly shifts back over to the front of the stall to stand before the other “I know the age old ‘just looking’ is mighty boring but–” she shrugs and shifts her candied apple to her other hand “I like your flowers.”

And she means it! The genuine joy of such a statement, however simple; is plain in her tone. The longer she lingered, hovering–the more she found to spark her interest. The sweet smells mingling with the floral aromas…ah this must be a little slice of heaven. “I’m always looking to grow my garden,” she says almost to simply say something “I know it’s a bit of an odd thing to ask of a potion seller…but you wouldn’t happen to have any seeds or the like in stock would you?” 

Addy could ask for clippings of some of the rather unique potion ingredients for her garden too she supposed, indicating to a short selection of some of the plants on display be them herbal or floral with one finger “I’m not much of a potioneer myself but some of them are rather beautiful.”

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Feyre was more than content to let the customer browse without interruption. She knew that if they wanted help they would simply ask her for it. The warlock busied herself with the steaming cauldron, dropping a sprig of monkshood in and watching it disappear. The cauldron puffed out a ring of bright green smoke and then went back to filling her tent with it’s unusually sweet vapour. When the woman spoke, Feyre dragged her attention away from the potion. "I’m glad you like them. I grow them all myself in my garden.” Feyre loved meeting fellow growers. She was always excited to swap planting tips and cuttings with people who respected and nurtured nature like she did.  

When the friendly woman with the bright smile asked for seeds, Feyre was delighted. “As a matter of fact, I do.” She reached under the table and brought out a small wooden crate that was full to the brim with little packets of crushed herbs, pressed flowers, and the sought after seeds. It wasn’t often someone asked her for base ingredients to make their own pastes and potions. People normally just bought a ready made potion and skipped right on by any effort they’d have to put into creating something for themselves. “Can I interest you in any of the dried herbs or rare plants I have?” She gestured upwards towards the dangling flora. 

“What kind of things do you grow? If it’s not too forward of me, you’re welcome to come and see my garden any time. I run a little apothecary in the village and I have hundreds more species than what I’ve brought today if you’re interested?”

[j-rhys-blog]

[midori-kim]

“And how I wanted to be found.”

[indignxs]

heavensreigns​:

A  PETITION TO  BAN  PICKLES  from  burgers ?  just  the  thought  was  so  absurd  that  the  whitelighter-witch  could  not  keep  herself  from  giggling  .  ❛  at  least  you  can  order  them  without  pickles ?  but  that  would  mean  that  you  can  no  longer  steal  from  the  chef  .  ❜  which  still  amused  her  .  how  did  anyone live  a  day  without  magic  ,  really ? there  was  a  bright  smile  on  her  lips  when  feyre  told  her  that  she  could  stay  -  no  matter how  playful  that  remark  was  ,  it  was  kind  of  heartwarming  to  hear  it  .  ❛  i  am  twenty-four  .  would  that  still  work  ?  ❜  she  asked  with  a  playful smile  ,  though a  part  of  her  mind  was  racing .  a  spell  to  stop  aging  at  twenty-four  .  it  was  needless to  say  that  she  would  be  interested in  it  ,  but  not  just  for  herself  .  for  her  best  friend ,  who  happened to  be  a  mundane  ,  too  .  ❛  it  is  impossible  to  say  .  there  has  never  been  anything  like  me  …  or  my  daughter  .  ❜  but  the  hybrid  could  not  lie  …  she  did  not  want  either one  of  them  to  die  .  ❛  i  would  orb  out  .  ❜  she  nodded .  there  was  no  way  that  she  would  risk  her  life  for  nothing  .  the  only  thing  that  would  make  her  give  her  life  was  amelia  . ❛  i  don’t  know  .  ❜  she  whispered and  just  for  a  moment ,  a  new  set  of  tears  welled up  in  her  eyes  .  ❛  we  were  only  three  and  my  parents  were  killed  ,  shortly  after  i  disappeared .  i  found  out  that  kayla  and  our  adoptive brother  were  raised by  our  grandparents ,  but  …  i  don’t  know  what  they  told  them  .  if  they  told  them  anything  at  all  .  ❜  the  reason why  she  remembered her  family  was  simple  …  cade  took  her  to  train  her  ,  but  he  acted  like  her  parents  wanted  this  .  like  they  sent  her  to  him  .  she  had  constant  access to  pictures  and  stories  about  her  family ,  even  though most  of  them  must  have  been  made  up  .  and  even  when  theobald rescued  her  and  became  the  only  person she  would  ever  call  her  dad  ,  he  made  sure  that  laura  would  not  forget about  her  relatives .  ❛  you  are  right  ,  i  …  i  might  try  .  maybe  i  should  .  ❜  but  she  could  not  deny  that  she  was  terrified  of  finding her  . the  whitelighter-witch  nodded her  head  ,  without  hesitation .  ❛  of  course  .  if  we  do  this  ,  we  do  it  together  .  ❜  the  last  thing  she  wanted  was  for  anything to  go  wrong  ,  or  for  the  warlock  to  exhaust  herself .  ❛  i  do  want  to  do  it  .  ❜  she  blurted out  .  ❛  i  want  to  do  it  as  soon  as  possible ,  i  just  …  have  to  find  out  what  to  plant  .  ❜

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She made a soothing sound and reached out a hand to comfort the young woman as she choked up, on the verge of tears. “Trust me on this; it’s better to do the thing you’re most afraid of as soon as possible. Rip it off like a plaster. Don’t let the anxiety and fear take over your life and stop you from finding your family.”

Feyre understood completely how conflicting it must be for Laura to make a decision on how she wanted to go about finding her family and about what she wanted to plant in her ex lovers memories. Neither were decisions she could take lightly.

“Now with the memory, it might be easiest to imagine what you thought was going to happen or what you wish could have happened in a perfect scenario. Make sure you think carefully about the little details, because they’re what’s going to make the implanted memory seem the most believable.”

Feyre was confident about their success. Her magic seemed to have settled into this realm now and she was beginning to feel a stronger connection to the earth magic with every day that went by. The likelihood of the spell going wrong was slim - still there, but slim - and she hadn’t had anything go wrong lately. Unless you counted accidentally portaling into someone else’s home unannounced and uninvited, but that was a story no one else needed to hear.

“Another thing you should know is that if he were to seek out another warlocks help, they would be able to tell right away that a warlock had altered a memory. I can make it so they don’t know which memory was altered, but my signature will still be all over it.”

[indignxs]

OPEN EVENT STARTER [@dihstarters​]

Placing the last ornate glass vial full of swirling mixture on the table, Feyre stepped back to survey her handiwork. Fêtes and markets were some of her most lucrative events when it came to flogging magical wares and the fair for All Hallows Eve would be no exception. Everyone wanted a magical solution to their problems and Feyre was more than happy to provide one - for a price. Back in London she had easily squeezed the pockets of mundanes dry at festivals by selling “natural remedies” and done the same at the shadow markets to mundanes with the sight who were desperate to get their hands on spells and potions. Here she could be much more relaxed and open with the wares she was selling. The table in her stall was covered with bottles and vials full of iridescent mixtures and a little cauldron in the corner that kept puffing little clouds of sweet smelling smoke every few minutes, despite it not having any contents. Dried flowers and hard-to-come-by potion ingredients hung from the awnings, swaying lightly in the breeze.

She was tossing a small ball of air from hand to hand when her first customer approached. “Hi,” she greeted them warmly. “Can I help you find anything?”

[indignxs]

EVENT 002: NIGHT OF SANTS AND SINNERS

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the laziest of them all? It’s Feyre. 

What started off as a cool catwoman costume soon turned into an “actually, the bodysuit is enough” situation. Feyre channelled all of this year’s halloween efforts into making potions and spells for her stall, so her Sinners & Saints outfit took a backseat when it came to getting fancy. She’s still pretty happy with it though and this is probably the sexiest anyone is actually going to see her in this realm. No mom jeans and flowery shirts tonight, just a full leather bodysuit with a plunging bodice, enchanted not to squeak every time she moves. Black heels with serpents tails add some height, celestial jewels to honour the night of the spirits are pinned throughout her hair, and red lipstick paired with a simple eyeliner wing finish the look.

[indignxs]

heavensreigns​:

HE  GAVE  HER  A  QUIET  LAUGH  before  he  faked  a  dramatic  sigh  .  ❛  i’m  afraid  i  i’m  going  to  have  to  disappoint you  .  vodka  won’t  make  me  fall  in  love  with  anything  or  anyone  .  ❜  now  that  the  shyness  and  awkwardness  began  to  melt  away  ,  it  was  obvious  that  she  was  a  cheeky one  .  ❛  the  second  time  ?  huh  .  do  i  heighten my  security  measures or  are  those  pralines  worth  it  ?  ❜ your  reputation precedes  you  . as  much  as  he  wanted to  say  it  did  ,  it  didn’t  surprise  him  to  hear  that  -  even  if  the  darklighter had  no  idea  how  this  happened .  people  seemed to  come  to  him  out  of  nowhere ,  asking  for  favors  ,  and  in  99,9%  of  all  cases  he  could  help  them  out  .  it  would  all  depend on  what  the  warlock  needed him  for  . ❛  a  grimoire ?  ❜  that  seemed  simple enough  ,  even  if  she  could  not  track  it  any  further than  the  realm  itself  .  ❛  i  know  that  some  creatures  use  spells  to  block  certain species  from  finding an  item  .  we  might  be  lucky  .  ❜  studying  her  for  a  moment  ,  julian  decided to  make  an  inquiry  .  ❛  you  said  you  thought it  was  a  legend  .  is  there  anything  extraordinary about  this  grimoire ?  something  that  might  attract the  attention  of  our  dear  seelies  ?  ❜  something  powerful enough  it  could  help  their  queen  trap  all  of  them  in  her  dimension ?  the  darklighter nodded  his  head  when  she  mentioned  that  her  magic  was  a  little  off  .  ❛  i’m  sure  you’re not  the  only  one  .  and  i  can  try  to  find  it  for  you  .  ❜  though  he  would  not  make  any  promises  that  he  would  succeed  too  .  ❛  we  don’t  have  to  discuss a  price  for  now  .  we  don’t  even  know  if  i  will  be  able  to  retrieve  this  for  you  .  ❜  and  besides  ,  it  was  difficult  for  him  to  find  things to  ask  for  ,  anyway .

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“Alas, there goes my brilliant plan,” she laughed, the sound sweet but just a little too loud in the quiet room. “All that time wasted on love notes. Honestly though, I’d take the pralines. They're more fun than extra security.”

“I mean, if the fae were going to block any species from tracking it, it would absolutely be warlocks. Our reputations precede us.” Unfortunately, though every species under the sun seemed to need the help of warlocks, it was rare to find a creature who trusted them right off the bat. And the fair folk were no exception. “It’s littered throughout history in texts and every now and then a mention of it pops up in a story or folklore. Its origins are very similar to the tale of King Arthur. No one really knows if it’s real or not.” Feyre shrugged casually, as though the finding this spell book was just a hobby and not something she had become obsessed with.

“I’ve studied it for years, but there’s never been any conclusive evidence it exists.” She didn’t need to mention that even if she did have proof it existed and it was here, she couldn’t have searched for it anyway. The fae would not have willingly let a warlock into their court before the seelie queen had trapped them all here anyway. “If it did though, the Queen would probably give her right hand for its contents. It’s rumoured to contain binding spells powerful enough to trap the contents of hell. If the spell caster can withstand it, that is. I’ve also heard stories that it contains necromantic magic that make the black volume look like a joke.” 

“I’d like us to work together to find it, if that’s alright with you? Your skillset, my knowledge, and our powers together would be an unbeatable combination.” She raised her eyebrows in question. “We can discuss a price whenever you’re ready.”

[indignxs]

nwbrnfangs​:

Kai watched her carefully as she deadpan told him what to call her. As she moved his eyes adapted quickly to her movements. It was one of the things he didn’t mind about being a vampire. The movements were so much more fluid. His body listened to him more easily which for someone who loves dancing was more of a blessing than a curse. It was the silver lining that he focused on to distract himself from the urges for blood. He immediately felt bad for not addressing her properly and was about to apologise when she told him it was a joke. Kai sighed in relief. Last thing he wanted to do was have another awkward relationship with someone who was the same species as himself. The relationship between him and his Sire was bad enough. He smiled slightly. “Good, I don’t want to be disrespectful to you,” he confessed. Kai was brought up

The woman was an ex-clan leader. Kai could make an educated guess how those worked. He had watched a few supernatural things in his life. Though he knew relying on them was like relying on c-dramas for accurate historical events. He took her hand and shook it. Kai could ask how clans and all that worked later. “Kai Lin, obviously new to this,” he introduced himself. What ever she decided to call him was up to her he didn’t mind as long as it was not a direct insult. When she mentioned his Sire he flinched. His eyes immediately glared to the ground. His normally softer features darkened. “We don’t get on,” he told her as his eyes flicked back up to hers. Toxic was the word that came to mind. Kai was scared of him, but also hated him intensely.  How Lu found out did worry him somewhat though. He had to be more careful. The hatred in his eyes quietened as his thoughts went towards her offer of help. “Thanks, I would really appreciate it,” he half smiled. Having someone that didn’t make his hairs stand on edge to teach him more about what he was and how he can maybe cope would help. He would ask why, but it seems like a slap in the face to someone who was willingly offering help. If he had to pay her back he would do so. 

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Back in the mortal world Lu hadn’t been known for her kindness and compassion. Nor was she known for it here. She’d tried to eat a demons child the other day for gods sake. Actually, now that she thought about it that child probably was god’s granddaughter. Weird. Anyway, the point was that she was more than likely known around here for being a self-serving stronza. She wasn’t doing this out of the kindness of her heart; she needed to build her clan from the ground up and she couldn’t have newborn vampire’s tearing round faerie without anyone to answer to. That would be a waking nightmare. 

Kai had an air of vulnerability about him so strong she could have bottled it. Lucrecia could understand the need to please and be accepted; after all, that was what she had craved when she was first turned, but his reaction was intense even for a new vampire. She knew the feeling though. Her own sire was a waste of space too. Sometimes it was better to ignore the pull and forge your own path. 

“There’s not a lot of our kind in this realm, so I’m going to be straight with you, Kai. I don’t answer to anyone. And neither will you.” This was true for every vampire Lu had ever taken under her wing and it would be true for Kai. Though she could teach him so much about his new life that by the time they were done he, like the others she had taught, would have come to respect her. “That’s your first lesson. Now the most important question: how have you been feeding?” 

[spellcrossed]

CLOSED STARTER FOR  @indignxs​  ( & feyre ) !!

darcy had been brooding over the same book for a while;  so long, in fact, it was almost embarrassing. maybe she should have paid more attention when  tía lupe  had tried to teach her french, but at the time, she thought she could muddle through with what knowledge of roman languages she already had.  ( latin may be  boring ,  but useful to know, so she didn’t complain too much about that, and she’d figured french was similar enough to spanish to let her get by. she’d been  wrong . )  with the few things she  had  picked up from the two years penelope had put her through those classes and a dusty dictionary she’d managed to procure from the back of some even dustier shelf, darcy  was  slowly deciphering this spellbook, but  slowly  really was the keyword here. it’d been  days ,  and there was more than three quarters of it yet to go. her head hit the table and an exasperated groan escaped her throat, a little more loudly than intended. with a quick, semi-apologetic glance at the only other library patron in her general vicinity, she mumbled an unenthusiastic  “ sorry ”  and slumped back in her chair, sighing in defeat.

[indignxs]

Feyre loved the library. The Bodleian, Melke, St. Marks, the Abbey of Saint Gall, the Spiral Labyrinth, the great library of the Seelie court ; It didn’t matter which library, among the rows and rows of book she felt a little less lonely. The Seelie library was full to the brim with rare books that had been lost to the mundane world for centuries. There were manuscripts and first editions of works Feyre had only ever dreamed of holding in her hands. She had always known the fair folk were persuasive, but to see the evidence of so many great authors having handed over their prized works was incredible. 

She had been nosing through the incredibly rare manuscripts inscribed on papyrus scrolls when a loud sigh had diverted her attention. She placed the magically preserved scroll back into it’s dwelling and brushed her hands against her cigarette pants to get rid of any traces of faerie magic. 

She knew a defeatist attitude when she saw one. The woman was sagging backwards in her chair, her table close enough for Feyre to hear a nearly inaudible sigh. “Are you alright?” She frowned, concerned. Though really, a groan or a sigh from a scholar was probably not something she needed to check in on. “Malignant enchantments,” Feyre translated seamlessly, peering at the thick volume spread out on the table. “No wonder you’re sighing.”

[indignxs]

heavensreigns​:

THE  WHITELIGHTER-WITCH  LAUGHED  and  the  sound  was  gentle  and  carefree  now  ,  emerald eyes  lighting  up  as  the  warlock’s  complaints about  pickles  distracted her  .  ❛  they  shouldn’t  be  in  anything ?  ever  ?  ❜  she  echoed with  a  smile  .  ❛  not  even  in  burgers  ?  ❜  truth  be  told  ,  laura  had  to  be  one  of  those  rare  exceptions  that  didn’t  mind  finding  them  in  their  burgers  .  hell  ,  you  would  even  find  her  snacking  on  one  every  once  in  a  while  …  but  she  did  not  like  them  on  sandwiches either  ,  so  she  did  not  blame  feyre  for  sending  that  sandwich  back  to  the  chef  she  stole  it  from  .  ❛  or  maybe  he  won’t  .  even  if  he  does  ,  there  is  nothing  he  can  do  ,  is  there  ?  ❜  so  maybe  it  would  be  all  the  more  fun  instead  . her  expression  turned into  something  more  curious  as  soon  as  feyre  admitted that  she  lived  for  roughly six  centuries  .  ❛  that  is  a  long  time  .  you  certainly don’t  look  like  it  .  ❜  laura  teased ,  hoping  to  keep  the  mood  light  .  ❛  i  don’t  even  know  how  it’s  going  to  work  for  me  .  whitelighters are  immortal  ,  witches  can  only  manipulate their  age  through spells  and  potions .  ❜  would  she  stop  aging  at  some  point  ,  or  would  she  age  and  die  like  a  mundane ?  and  what  about  her  child  ?  would  amelia freeze  in  time  ,  or  grow  old  ?  the  thoughts  made  her  frown  ,  so  she  tried  to  focus  on  the  unseelie  court  .  ❛  better yet  ,  i’m  a  whitelighter .  i  can  orb  out  of  places at  any  point  .  ❜  even  if  she  could  not  orb  out  of  this  realm  ,  she  was  fast  enough  to  get  herself to  safety  . ❛  i  don’t  know  .  ❜  the  female whispered  ,  slightly ashamed  about  the  things  she  was  going  to  admit  .  ❛  i  …  kind  of  try  to  block  it  out  . kayla  and  i  haven’t  seen  each  other  since  we  were  three  years  old  .  i’m  nothing  to  her  ,  aren’t  i  ?  it  doesn’t  feel  right  to  use  it  to  get  information  about  her  .  ❜  or  maybe  she  was  just  terrified of  what  was  going  to  happen  if  their  paths  crossed  .  what  if  her  twin  forgot  about  her  ?  what  if  she  was  better  off  without  her  ?  still  ,  her  lips  curled into  a  weak  smile  and  she  nodded her  head  .  ❛  i  suppose i’m  going  to  find  out  someday  .  ❜  none  of  them  could  outrun  fate  . the  warlock’s  words  made  sense  and  she  did  not  give  her  a  single reason  not  to  trust  her  ,  but  this  was  a  tough  decision  .  ❛  i  would  let  you  do  it  .  i  wouldn’t  try  to  do  this  on  my  own  .  ❜  being  part  angel  ,  part  witch  was  a  powerful mixture  .  she  had  no  doubt  that  she  could  do  it  if  she  set  her  mind  to  it  ,  but  she  was  too  involved  with  it  .  laura  would  not  risk  letting  her  emotions  get  the  best  of  her  .  ❛  i  don’t  know  how  to  alter  this  memory  .  that’s  something i’ll  have  to  think  about  .  ❜  he  was  the  father of  her  child  .  she  used  to  love  him  more  than  anything  in  this  world  .  if  she  did  this  …  she  wanted to  do  it  in  the  least  selfish way  possible  .  for  everybody’s sake  .

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“Most certainly not in burgers,” she said heatedly. “Might start a petition to get pickles banned if I’ve got time between doing nothing and... doing nothing.” 

“Thank you, you can stay,” Feyre preened, framing her youthful face with her hands. “I’d give you the secrets to ageing gracefully but the only one I have is stop ageing at twenty four.” She laughed, but Laura’s words struck a chord. She didn’t know what it was like to live with the question of time; she was never going to run out, but it was a very real possibility for Laura and her family. “Perhaps the whitelighter side will win out? Impossible to say if or even when though.” Maybe testing her immortality against the fair folk wasn’t the greatest of ideas. “On second thoughts, definitely orb out if you’re in a sticky situation with a faerie.”

“Hey, no judgement from me. Thats a long time to be separated from your twin, of course you’re hesitant to use the bond to find her. Though if you remember her I’d wager she remembers you just as clearly. You don’t really forget your identical sister, do you.” The poor girl, Feyre thought sadly. It must be awful to be so afraid of finding out that you’d been forgotten. An event as traumatic as what that family had been though wouldn’t be easy to let go of though. Perhaps her twin was searching just as desperately as the witch in front of her was. “Don’t put it off for too long though. If you’re not immortal you don’t want to waste any time you might have with her.”

“You’d need to lend some of your strength to me for it to work properly. Altering and planting memories is exhausting work and without a second parties strength there’s a chance it might not be strong enough to hold for life. If you choose to do it we don’t want to risk holes forming in the memory and the truth coming through.” Feyre didn’t tell her she could alter the memory to anything she wanted; there was no need. Someone as kind-hearted and afraid as this young girl wasn’t going to make a purely self-serving choice. Especially when she had a child to consider. “There’s no time limit to this offer but I will say that the fresher the event, the stronger the alteration.”

[indignxs]

heavensreigns​:

THE  FEMALE PLAYED  ALONG  and  that  was  enough to  make  him  feel  slightly  better about  this  situation .  ❛  i  knew  it  .  where  is  the  box  of  love  potion injected  pralines  ?  ❜  the  darklighter inquired  .  it  was  just  a  tease  ,  even  if  he  continued to  sound  equally serious  .   that  question  made  him  drop  his  shoulders and  he  took  a  deep  breath  before he  shook  his  head  .  ❛  no  need  .  you  are  already here  ,  so  …  ❜  knocking would  not  make  a  difference ,  even  if  he  appreciated the  offer  .  ❛  julian  .  but  i  guess  you  already  know  that  .  ❜  the  male  murmured  ,  stepping  forward to  give  her  hand  a  light  squeeze .  ❛  you  were  hoping for  my  assistance  ?  ❜  huh  .  what  was  it  that  made  everyone come  to  him  when  they  needed  something ?  first  morrigan ,  now  feyre  ?  he  studied  her  for  a  moment  before he  decided  to  ask  her  another  question .  ❛  what  exactly  would  you  need  me  for  ?  ❜  the  least  he  could  do  was  hear  her  out  ,  right  ?

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“Love potion injected pralines? Whatever happened to good old fashioned vodka to make a man fall head over heels?” Feyre’s quip was lightning fast and her answering grin was as cheeky as they came. “I save the pralines for the second time I break into your house.”

Feyre nodded slowly as they shook hands. “I do. Your reputation precedes you, Julian. I’ve heard lots of things about you and I think you can help me.” Truly she wasn’t in the habit of bothering perfect strangers for help if she could do something herself, but for something like this? There was no way she could do it alone while her magic was so unpredictable. 

“I’m looking for something that’s supposedly hidden in this realm. It’s a grimoire that up until fifteen years ago, I thought was just a legend. I’ve finally tracked it here, but that’s where the trail ends.” She was under no impression that this was a simple task. In a land full of tricks and secrets there was bound to be a million hiding places for a volume that the fae didn’t want to share. “Of course, you’re not obliged to help me in any way, but as you can tell my magic is a little... iffy right now so I’m more than willing to make it worth your while. Just name your price.”

[indignxs]

irisefrcmashes​:

Feyre always brought him the interesting requests. The phoenix delighted in the obscure and awkward and his thirst for knowledge was vast. In his years he has consumed plenty. Magic tomes, historical events and archives and much more. Part of his thirst for knowledge was his need to protect those he cares about. The more he knew the more he can base his decisions on. He also liked to know what can potentially threaten himself and his species. He poured the tea them put the pot back on the burner. He drank his own while his attention was fully on the warlock in front of him.

He was grateful she decided to go straight to the point he wasn’t one for small talk if he can avoid it. He listened carefully as Feyre gave him the request. Now that did sound very intriguing and something worth seeking. If the Seelies were protecting it, it meant it was either dangerous to them or incredibly powerful. From Feyres description it sounded like the latter. It would be in an area not easily accessible by normal means anyway. Yue’s eyes glinted with excitement. “You do like to give me the interesting requests,” he chimed excited at the prospect of forbidden knowledge. “Okay, I am going to either need the name of the grimoire, the date it was lost or its author,” If he had one or the other he can have a slightly easier task of looking for it.  If she couldn’t give him either well that wasn’t so bad either. He can look through the archives dating from the time it was checked in to the library. “Something like this I am curious about myself. If I do retrieve it for you mind sharing the knowledge?” He asked. “That can be the payment of course,” he added. Maybe it had clues to get out of here. Then it would be freeing two birds with one key.

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Knowledge is something that every creature seeks in one way or another, but rarely do mortals have the time to obtain it all in their short lifespan. Warlocks, however, lived unnaturally long lives (providing they weren’t killed or brought down by the warlock sickness) which meant they had the time and the patience to learn the secrets of the universe at their leisure. Long enough that Feyre had multiple university degrees and was obsessed with harnessing magic that was far beyond what the mortal world was ready for. 

In the past she had turned down two High Warlock positions because she was well aware that her obsession with knowledge made her a liability as a leader. It was good to want to learn, but it was terrible to pursue secrets so relentlessly that you were willing to make sacrifices that weren’t yours to make for that information. If they did manage to find this book, she couldn't make any guarantees that she would only use the spells for good. 

She chuckled softly, her lips quirking up into a knowing half smile. “What’s the point if they’re not interesting?” She took a sip of her tea while he considered her request. No sooner had she set the scalding cup back down did he ask for the grimoire’s information. Feyre had to admit she was slightly taken aback. Not because she hadn’t expected him to help, but because she hadn’t expected him to be so eager to accept. “I know that it has no name. During my time at the Spiral Labyrinth we searched and searched for the name of the book and the author, but we never found anything. The closest we came to finding information about it was this tale here.” She unfolded a piece of paper from her pocket and spread it out flat on the table in front of her to reveal a page torn from a storybook. She turned it around so that he could read it. Feyre knew that Yue understood what it meant to have the scholars of the Spiral Labyrinth interested in the grimoire; it meant that they believed there was truth to the legend. “It’s mentioned over and over again in children’s stories, but this is the most credible one so far.”

She nodded solemnly; her word was binding. The warlock would never make a promise she didn’t intend to keep. “If you can help me find it, you are welcome to the contents. Perhaps you’ll find things in there useful that I don’t. Certainly more useful than the fae obviously find it.” She wasn’t going to ask him what he wanted the knowledge for. It wasn’t any of her business.