Breathe Through The Fear. Walk Through The Fire

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[infernalxqueen]

daadzi

Was that merely play, or a genuine offer? He has to wonder, if she knew who he was, would she even bother? However, it was too easy to let terrible thoughts cloud his mind. They so usually did, every waking moment of his life. For that reason, he had terrible coping habits, more often than not involving sexual endeavors to take his mind away from all that happened– all that had past, all that he lost.

He knew it didn’t help for long, but Ace had convinced himself that he could erase what happened one day, if he just continued to take control over his own sexuality like he had.

Tentative, curious. A knowing smirk pulled back on his lips. Ace tilted his seat further, and tipped the hat on his head up so the brim was out of his eyes.

“I’m not a cowboy,” he adds with a tilt of his head. In the case of Cowboys and Indians, Ace was always and most definitely the “Indian.” He just had a certain aesthetic around him that gave the impression of the former. Luffy made him this hat though, and he would cherish it. “And I wouldn’t make offers you can’t keep.”

Aelin never was one to make empty offers to people. She always had something to offer to people in exchange for what she sought. Though perhaps she could have sought anyone else in this own without giving anything and just getting some information out of them. But Aelin was a woman with a healthy sexual appetite and seeing the man beyond the shadow of his hat, the blonde appreciated the attractiveness of her companion.

“Not a cowboy huh? You could have fooled me” Despite the casual drawl, the blonde decided to respect his wishes “So tell me handsome, you have a name I can work with or should I come up with something more creative?”

Aelin casually rested her elbow on the counter “I don’t make offers I can’t keep hon. I always enjoy exceeding expectations when I fulfill my promises”

[follow-tasteslikebadacid-blog]

[kissofthemuses]

@voxmcrtuis​

[anabelkay]

“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. “I claim you too, Aelin Galathynius.” ✧✧ Couldn’t help but draw these two as they are in Heir of Fire - hesitant, angry, healing from their own wounds, not quite ready to trust again, but finding a kindred spirit in each other ❤️ I’m a bit frustrated with my painting style right now, there’s a lot I want to improve that just glares me in the face when I look at a finished piece - so it’s off to endlessly more studies and practice for me! ✧✧ Rowan and Aelin belong to Sarah J Maas Photoshop & Cintiq 24 Pro

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[infernalxqueen]

ooyaji

“At least one of us is caring!” She was one of the most annoying patients he ever treated and the bravest. No one could handle such pain like she did and that’s when Nobuto felt she was no ordinary woman. She was more than just the playful beautiful woman he met at the bar. He realized that but refused to dig deeper in a woman’s life if she didn’t allow him in herself. However this time is different, she’s dangerously hurt and the fact she showed up to him ‘the new foreigner in the kingdom’ means she’s in great danger.

He helped cleaning all the mess around and even wiping her body from the blood and sweat with a clean wet towel. He dipped it into some water which had some herbs that added to the water some nice fragrance and moved it around her body but without touching her undergarments. He believed that a lady like her would prefer to sleep with a nice smell and clean sheets. Which he had changed despite his bed sheets being humble, he still got new ones for her and slowly she was in the best condition he could offer with his low income.

She seemed to be a noble woman from a noble family, or that at least what he started to believe now judging by her under clothes. Still he preferred not to confront her about anything for now. She was injured and probably scared (?) running from something… or someone.

“It’s actually the time I should be waking up.” He scoffed looking at her tired face. “Don’t worry about anything and rest. I will be here.” He felt the need to say it, hoping she would relax and get some sleep. That day Nobuto told the owner of the bar he wasn’t feeling well so he could take the day off and stay taking care of her. When she wakes up perhaps she’ll find some food and the man crossing his arms, sitting on the floor with his back against his closet and closing his eyes for few minutes.

A gentleman through and through. Despite the soreness of her tired body, she sank deeper into his bed with every swipe of the washcloth over her abused body. Every caress cooled the inflammation of her skin and allowed her to release a sigh of relief. She even cracked a tired smile noticing how careful he was to not touch her undergarments.

Such a gentleman, Doom and Gloom.

When slumber had ensnared her the former assassin was lost to the world yet completely aware. Her mind had carried her off to another time and another place. Another sneering face appeared over her tied form. Those obsidian orbs promising the pain that was to come...

Her eyes snapped open, her pounding and a silent scream on her lips. She gulped in air and her trained gaze swept across the room, until they landed on the raven haired man sitting with his back against the closet, eyes closed.

It took her a moment before her thoughts returned to her. “So much for I should be getting up” she grumbled, getting up from her spot on the bed with the blanket that was splayed over her. Careful to not aggravate her injuries she slid down next to him and covered both of them with the blanket.

Can’t let her host get sick after he treated her, now could she?

[infernalxqueen]

daadzi

He sat up then, fully, trying his best to look disgruntled at her question. In truth, she had a point. Just anyone could come along and, if they were opportunistic enough, try to steal his food and perhaps collect on a hefty bounty.

Who didn’t want to cash in on the head of Gol D. Ace?

“Maybe I was saving it for later,” he counters. Don’t be fooled. He wasn’t.

Ace realized though, that he was conversing with a complete stranger. Did she not recognize him? Or did she simply not care? That was a rare find now, with how many enemies Roger made.

Her amused smirk didn’t waver at the man’s faux disgruntled expression and laughed at his illogical retort. Okay stranger, I like you. You have some spunk in you. “But it’s not very effective if you’re taking a nap in it huh? You could ruin the flavour”

Despite the laxed smirk and uncaring demeanor, the veteran of war could see the man was rather confused as if expecting her to recognise him. Was he someone important? A prince? A celebrity or a criminal? Which ever he may be, she had plenty of each category and her companion could be of some use

“What’s wrong, cowboy? you look surprised.Should I curtsy and kiss your feet or something because I can think of other things to kiss then your feet” she winks

[infernalxqueen]

starslistened

    THE STRANGER BEFORE her was fae, but not fae.

    NOT IN THE way that Feyre knew them to be, anyway — certainly nothing like anything she’d ever seen in Prythian. There were some similarities, she supposed; they both shared that distinctive point to their ears, the same ancient, feral look in their eyes. But that was where it ended. The power emanating from this person, this INTERLOPER upon the seclusion of the Night Court, was something so wholly unfamiliar that it almost occurred to Feyre to be AFRAID. She hadn’t been frightened of the Fae in what seemed like an eternity, not in that small, helpless way that she’d once felt when she was a human — it had been hundreds of years since she’d been Made, and in that time, she’d learned there was far deadlier and malevolent out there.

    BUT THERE WAS no denying that whoever this was, she might very well pose a danger to Feyre’s own court, her people. What were this faerie’s intentions? The truth was, none of them could say, not even Rhys — much as she alerted him down the mating bond to get here, get here right now, she knew she couldn’t pull him away from his duties to help her deal with this immediately. Would he even be able to explain it? Amren might, she supposed, but … well, for now, it was just the two of them.

    AND YET, THERE was something … familiar about her, too. Had they met before?

    ❝ WHO ARE YOU? ❞ she found herself saying at last, drawing herself up to full height. She was High Lady of the Night Court, and she would not falter. ❝ I can tell that you aren’t from Prythian. What business do you have in Velaris? ❞ And more importantly, how did you break past our wards? she thought

There was something oddly familiar yet so foreign about the realm she was in. She knew she hadn’t been here but in a distant memory, gazing at the fae before her whispered to her of a chance encounter that they had. 

No. It wasn’t a whisper. It was a shriek. The shrieking wind in her ears, the lands blurring by, falling 

falling 

falling

The former assassin’s eyes snapped up to the female, analysing her every feature. The waving locks caressing her sharp features, those feral eyes that she couldn’t get a good look at -How can one be expected to see someone’s eyes when they’re falling through different planes of existence? You can’t just say “Hey! you got nice eyes” ahh, what a pity. 

Regardless, the poise she carried herself with, the sheer authority the faerie spoke to Aelin was the same way she carried herself when presented with an unknown threat. She was a queen. 

If not a queen then someone with authority in this land she had found herself in. But Aelin wasn’t a fool either and years of training and war had honed the Queen of Terrasen on how to handle herself in such situations. The older Fae queen before her had unknowingly answered some of her questions. The land she was in was Pyrthian and the City with the glistening stars was Velaris.

Her body laxed as she curtsied the female, sweeping a phantom skirt until she rose to her full height and her trademark smirk met the queen’s gaze “Me? I am just a passer by your majesty. It looked like a lovely place to take a break from my travels.” The best told lie was laced with the truth, an intricate web which was almost impossible to decode “Isn’t it rude to demand something from a guest when you’re not willing to share your name first?”

[infernalxqueen]

(I enjoy crack posts but some of you people act like Aelin is an idiot)

[ladygesus]

ROWAN AND HIS CHILD….. I’VE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN

[infernalxqueen]

@daadzi Was woken up here

Ah yes, it had happened again. Thus was the case of someone who suffered from a sleeping disorder though. Could he really be faulted for something that was beyond his control?

In the eyes of the World Government: Yes However, that was for completely different reasons.

Easily roused from his sleep, Ace awoke with her query. Red eyes blinked slowly as he tried to process his current situation; was there any danger? No, not likely. If she was a marine, she would make an attempt to catch him while he was off guard and not bother waking someone so dangerous.

He sits up with a soft noise, stretching back.

As for her question: “Maybe I was guarding it in my sleep.”

The first rule of finding yourself in a foreign land was to gather intel, adapt and improvise until the mission was successful. The ultimate mission for any assassin apart from completing an assignment was to survive. Fairytales loved to portray assassins as these invincible monsters that no one understood what it truly meant to be one. To kill and to leave. To retain your sanity despite the crimes you had committed until you felt absolutely nothing...

She may have left her sword for her crown but the years she had spent training was ingrained into her that her mind had rebooted into gathering information when her eyes opened in foreign land. What better place then a bar with the loose tongue of intoxicated fools?

Or so she thought until the raven haired man in the adjacent bar stool had fallen asleep in his food. Arousing from his slumber, she smirked a his remark “Wouldn’t it be better protected in your stomach, cowboy?”

[infernalxqueen]

ooyaji

“….aid kit?” he turned to look at her after he lit the flames of the lamp to lighten the room. “W-what on EAR-…earth!!” He lowered his voice remembering it was only 3 am. She was wounded severely, he could tell by the amount of blood. “Hang on.. slowly….” He reached to help her move and lay down on the bed. “God!!  ahh wait..” He slowly helped her to take off her dress and gave her a piece of fabric to press against the wound. “ Just hold it right there! Don’t let go I’ll be back in a second!!”.

The bartender moved fast getting things from the bathroom and his closet, it wasn’t long before he comes back checking on her wound. “ Alright listen I can take care of it, but it will hurt a little. I promise you won’t feel the pain in a short while.” He was a bit nervous, more like freaked out. Not because he was going to treat a wound but for heaven’s sake he just woke up and never expected the first ‘friend/crush’ just got hurt. Another thing the medic might worry about is her wound getting infected. First he cleaned the wound with some alcohol and then he started to put some thick mud-like green substance on her wound. It would hurt for a while but then it will make her feel numb near the wounded area. “It’s not my first time doing this. You have to trust me okay? It will burn for a while but it will feel better in few seconds.”

Doing what he’s best at, Nobuto treated her wound like magic. Cleaning and stitching and using some eastern herbs to make her feel better. Finally he wiped the few drops of sweat from his forehead. “We’re done. You’ll be alright. But you need to rest okay?”. He wasn’t going to bother and ask her about what happened now, she needs rest. Probably when she wakes up he was going to do it. For now all he did was bandaging her wound.

Oh he was adorable. Wounded and lightheaded Aelin couldn’t help but chuckle at how frantic the man was. She hadn’t known him for long and usually guys don’t let wounded women in their houses in the middle of the night but clearly, Doom and Gloom was an exception “Didn’t know you cared so much Doom and Gloom” she rasped. It wasn’t like she could go anywhere

She breathed through her nose to calm her racing heart. She could see the precision with which his hands moved. The way the man despite his frantic demeanor his hands were steady and the aura of assurance, she could tell the man was a medic before his words confirmed. Exhaling through her nose, the veteran of war cracked a smile “Do your worst, Doc”

Her finger clenched and relaxed with every moment the ointment burned and stitch pierced her skin. Every drop of physical pain she breathed in, was exhaled with the memory of her own fire that burned beneath her skin. The pain she felt now was nothing compared to the torture she endured within the confines of the sacrophagus.

Once he stepped back and the former assassin cracked a tired smirk “Thanks doc. Hope you don’t mind if I crash in your bed with you? I would hate for you to sleep on the floor”

[starslistened]

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[stvrmbrekkers]

Dorian: I don’t think you should be reading that book, Aelin.

Aelin: Why?

Dorian: Because it’ll give you bad ideas.

Aelin: First of all

Aelin: I can come up with my own.

[infernalxqueen]

"Who do you think inspired this book, Dorian?"

[abaddonrighthandofgod]

“Life is like a game of whist. I don’t enjoy the game much; but I like to play my cards well, and see what will be the end of it.”

— George Eliot (via thoughtkick)

[musesgonnamuse]

you were made for BETTER things                      you will share the air of KINGS

[infernalxqueen]

"Why share the air of KINGS when you can become a QUEEN"

[infernalxqueen]

@ooyaji continued from here

“Elentya!! W-what are you doing at this time?”

He blinked at her for a moment before he lets her in. He didn’t want anybody to see her standing at his door and make a fuss about it. Besides it was cold! Why did she thought about visiting him at this time?.

Nobuto was given a separated room few blocks away from the bar. It was really small and could be enough for a bed, a small cabinet and a door to the bathroom. Nobu stood wondering what brought her here at this time. “Did something happen?” He was a bit worried.

Bloody hell and damn everything in between. Aelin gritted her teeth in annoyance at the bleeding in her side. She wasn’t one to be caught off guard or be easily wounded for that matter but damn those beasts that came out of no where. There were those who supported the Valg army during the war and hated the alliance between the kingdoms. Though she was able to take down her assilliants without breaking a sweat, those dirty tricksters had claws that she did not see coming. Rookie move Aelin.

Now here she was- bleeding, feeling light headed with the palace too far and if she knew the guards they would sound the alarms and freak out, probably let the traitors know that the queen was wounded. She would not appear weak before her enemies. She would not allow Terrassen to appear weak before the world. Never again.

So she showed up at Nobuto’s door step. Not knowing her real identity was a blessing.

“Hey, Doom and Gloom!” She smirked lazily at him as if she wasn’t leaning against his door frame. “You wouldn’t happen to have first aid kit would you? I may have gotten a scratch”

Although she might not have thought of an excuse yet.

 Oh well. She’ll figure something out.

[infernalxqueen]

It has been a while since Aelin and I have interacted with you all. Hit like and we can plot a thread! Doesn’t matter if we have never interacted before! 

[ginavampina]

“I will always find you.”

So yeah, I’m not ready for next week 😭