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[lostprxnce]

"You helped me. And now I will help you." from magnus ✨✨

Desperate times called for desperate measures -- or so he heared. There was this ACHE ; this P U L L ; a constant reminder that he didn't belong. Not here. Not now. Never. ❛ Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Bane. However I'm afraid even you cannot be of assistance here. ❜ Bitter words as if not even HOPE was left in him. He shakes his hair, tousling wild hair even more. The urge to T E A R at it, rip it out to feel another PAIN was overwhelming. But his hands remain immobile, long, fair fingers dangling at his sides. ❛ Gwyn ap Nudd will not fall for your charme. One does not lead the Wild Hunt and be open for negatotiations. ❜ He bowed his head, slightly, bi-colored gaze cast DOWN for a split second. ❛ I appreciate the sentiment, though. ❜

[lostprxnce]

Faerie/Fair Folk Starters

"They say strange things gather at the crossroads."

"Whatever you do, keep your head down and don't look anyone in the eyes."

"Entering a faerie circle is an easy way to get killed."

"Won't you come dance with us?"

"You're a foolish creature...but, a beautiful one. I think I'll keep you for awhile."

"Never insult the fair folk. Talk about them with respect, unless you're just dying to be cursed."

"Come away, oh human child."

"They can be kept at bay with iron, a salt circle, or certain herbs. But you still have to be careful!"

"I've taken you as my bride/groom. You should be happy!"

"Please, tell me you didn't eat anything they gave you!"

"When I was little, one of my friends disappeared after walking into a faerie circle. I never saw them again."

"Have you ever heard of something called "The Wild Hunt?"

"If you manage to impress them, you might be granted a favor."

"I fulfilled my promise; I gave you exactly what you asked for!"

"You were the one who was willing to gamble what you couldn't afford to lose."

"Real faeries aren't anything like Tinkerbell. Real faeries are fucking terrifying."

"It's said that they steal teeth from children."

"I hate to break it to you, but that baby's not yours, or for that matter, human."

"They'll put a glamour on you. You won't be able to speak, or fight back."

"Time passes differently in their world than it does in ours."

"They can't cross running water."

"I told you never to ask them for a favor!"

"You helped me. And now I will help you."

"Once it has you in its thrall, it won't ever let you go."

"What a good mortal. I'm glad I decided to keep you."

[lostprxnce]

@goldenngore​ ♥’d for a starter.

               Almost one year. Just a blink of an EYE in the life of a Fae, yet he was painfully aware how L O N G it must feel for a mortal. The weight of the crown was heavy on his head, BENDING his shoulders until he could barely walk straight. It was the moment when D A R K N E S S clouded every single thought in his head, a silent voice that whispered into his ear. It had been the moment he knew he had to get out. Back to the only person that could C A L M his raging thoughts, the one that could bring him PEACE.

               The wind freshened up, carrying a hint of crispness and F L O W E R S when the king dismounted his steed in the garden. He knew he was there. He felt him. For the first time in months, a SMILE tugged on the corners of his lips — it was the moment he approached the golden boy. ❛ Hello, my love. ❜

[lostprxnce]

let’s try if the son of Faerie will come out again. Like this for a STARTER

[elains]

The Unseelie Court for @thewinedarksea​

I’ve seen inside the terrors and now I can’t go back. [ x ]

[breakandsetonfire]

Downworlder Week: Favourite Downworlder | Prince Kieran of the Unseelie Court

The other faerie lifted two slender hands, each of them tipped by nearly translucent, square nails. He took hold of the edges of his hood and thrust it back with an imperious, almost rebellious gesture.

Emma suppressed a gasp. He was beautiful. Not like Julian was beautiful, or Cristina—in human ways—but like the cutting edge of Cortana. He looked young, no more than sixteen or seventeen, though she guessed he was older than that. Dark hair with a faint blue sheen framed a sculpted face. His light tunic and trousers were faded and worn; they had been elegant once, but now the sleeves and hems were slightly too short on a lithe and graceful body. His wide-spaced eyes were two-colored: the left black and the right a deep silver. He wore the battered white gauntlets that proclaimed him a prince of Faerie, but his eyes—his eyes said that he was part of the Wild Hunt. — Highborn Kinsmen

Slowly, painfully, Kieran rose to his feet and faced the room.

He was a far cry from the arrogant gentry warrior Emma had first seen in the Sanctuary. His shirt and loose trousers were bloodstained and torn, his face bruised. He did not cower or look frightened, but that seemed less an act of bravery than almost one of hopelessness: Everything about him, from the way he was dressed to the way he stood to the way he looked at Mark, said that here was someone who did not care what became of him. — By the Name of Annabel Lee

[lostprxnce]

lost in UNSEELIE AESTHETICS! bye.

[broodingbird-deactivated2019041]

the song of achilles meme

       i recently finished this book and it was just…so…beautiful, so i wanted to make a lil meme thing cause their were a lot of really great quotes & actions tbh. i thought it’d be nice to share ‘em and write ‘em out. change the pronouns to your liking ~

p.s. i kinda went over board so i put my favs above the read more and the rest ( more generic types of sent. memes ) under the read more. enjoy !

“ i will never leave ____. it will be this , always, for as long as _____ will let me. “

“ i would like to know how you are going to stop the losers from declaring war on you ? “

“ will you help me put the rest of my armor on ? “

“ we are finished here. “

“ do not leave. “

“ did you ever think of having children ? “

“ ___ is half my soul, as the poets say. “

“ I could recognize ____ by touch alone, by smell; I would know ____ blind, by the way ____ breaths came and ___ feet struck the earth. I would know ____ in death “

“ coward. “

“ ____ is a weapon. a killer. do not forget it. “

“ you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change it’s nature. “

“ i do not plan to live after ____ is gone. “

“ philtatos. “ ( means ‘most beloved’ ) 

“ i could kill you still. “

“ i am sorry for your loss. “

“ name one hero who was happy. “

“ they never let you be famous and happy. “

“ let me bring you food and drink. “

“ i cannot bear to see you grieving. “

“ there are no bargains between lions and men. i will kill you and eat you raw. “

“ is it worth your life ? “

“ i hope that ____ kills you. “

“ get out. get out ! “

“ _____ is dead. “

“ i am buried here. “

“ we die so easily. “

“ you will not speak another word or you will be sorry. “

“ i wish he had left you to all die. “

“ if you have to go, i will go with you. “

“ i am made of memories. “

“ listen to me. “

“ i will not live much longer. “

“ you are a better man than i. “

“ i do not need to prove myself to you. “

“ are you calling me a liar ? “

“ i do not care. i will be dead soon. “

Keep reading

[lostprxnce]

SEELIE.

“It is no time to be a Knight, Hunter.” Truthfully, the change in title takes away the pressure, eases the chill in Meliorn’s blood. Once, he had seen them when he was young, overhead, cacaphonous as they rode, to places unknown and for reasons he was too small yet to understand. His mother had told him to be weary of Hunters, but that they did not always need be an enemy, and that he would know them by their mismatched eyes, and the wild ways they held themselves.

“Mangled as we are, claws ripped off and weapons snapped, there is little left of the Court. There are no knights, any longer.” What he omits, is that as far as all who knew him once could see, he was dead. That is a story for no one, and certainly not a perfect stranger. “Just as you are not a Princeling, I am hardly what I was.” He does not meet his eyes. There is too much concealed, and too much indignity to stand before someone who can see what he should be, that he is ashamed to appear otherwise.  He’ll give the Hunter this, Meliorn’s own exile is self-imposed. He doubts a royal child brings such a state upon himself.

“But this begs the question, still–how often does Gwyn ap Nudd let his men roam about this plane as they like? It did not strike me as common.”

                    Even the Hunt had heared about the fall of the Seelie Court —— the only thing they mourned, though, was the loss of B A L A N C E. Everything in this world needed a counterpart; life and death, dark and light. Gwyn had shown concern about the fac tthat the Unseelie King was left without the only enemy that could ever match his power —— Kieran could not care less. He had been bereft of his LIFE a long time ago. A fair brow was quirked at the former knight, the slightes movement of his facial features as to indicate that he did not pity him for his loss. Kieran had always looked down on the knight of the Seelie Court, there was no reason for him to change that attitude. 

                    ❛ Your queen should pick her allies with more caution. Especially since it is not her who suffers the consequences. ❜  The Hunter’s gaze drifted back to the L.A. institute, a shadow behind one of the windows catching his attention. One heartbeat, two, three. Nothing happened. The air of defeat seemed to waft around him for a split second before he put on his mask again. Marbled features turning into STONE again when his head snapped around. ❛ The intentions of Gwyn ap Nudd are incomprehesenible for common Fae. ❜  The slightest edge sharpened his voice, the W A R N I N G unmistakable.

                    Gwyn had no knowledge of Kieran’s escape and he would like to keep it that way. ❛ Maybe it is due to the CURIOSITY of the Seelie Fae that their court was destroyed. They should not stick their noses into things that are none of their business —— as the mortals would say. ❜ He had heard Mark use that phrase once and it stroke him as rather appropiate.

[mathiaslauridsen]

[lostprxnce]

shoutout to portia, aka @armorscale for making me long for more faerie-things because DAMN that writing and protraying the fae spirit?! P E R F E C T I O N. *grabby hands*

[moon-quotes]

You taste like sunshine Just like you’ve been kissed By the morning light And I was the darkness Dancing with the stars Carelessly, breathlessly And our lips meet softly, Color erupting in the atmosphere The absolute lightest darkness Dawn is breaking: A fleeting moment When the sun can kiss the moon.

AKR (via moon-quotes)

[coconutscentedshawty]

Parents can break your heart too…. and hard.

[lostprxnce]

MARK.

           mark didn’t like the reminder that had been muttered, but in his mind, he swore on everything he knew that he had missed the way kieran could just spin him around, press him to any surface && it had his insides quaking. breathing trembled, but before he could force out another lie — because his ego && broken heart wanted him to rebel against the last spoken words that fell from his ex-lover’s lips. he didn’t have time. lips were on his own, hands shaking && his mind a haze that he couldn’t even push away. he was lost in kieran like so many times before. memories flooding him, going back to their first time && how mark had sworn he saw stars explode behind closed lids. it had been unlike anything he had ever felt && it had been with kieran, no one else. bodies were just bodies, even the prince had said something along those lines once. lay with whomever, but don’t give away your heart. no, that had belonged solely to him && no one else … only it had become more confusing with cristina. hell, everything was confusing it seemed.

             a quick inhale through his nose, fingers pushed beneath the thin fabric that kieran wore, nails ghosting over his stomach as he lost himself for a few moments longer. a sharp breath, he broke the kiss, softly panting as eyelids fluttered open to look at the other. finally, a single tear slid free down a pale cheek, falling from his chin.  “  why must you make this hurt more ?   ”

                    A shiver ran down his spine at the GHOSTING fingers on his stomach. His skin remembered them all too well and flushed under the soft, almost shy touch. This was his Mark. The Mark that leaned onto him after a long day riding on the winds. The Mark that snuck under his blanket in the middle of the night when the watch’s attentino was slipping. The Mark that tended to his wounds after a hard fight. The Mark that would F I G H T for their love. Plus, he did not push him AWAY. Kieran did not need any more proof that Mark had been lying —— something he feared would happen as soon as his love would join his people again. 

                    Kieran lowered his hand, gently cupping Mark’s face. His thumb stroked over the fair skin, brushing away the lonely tear that slipped down his cheek. Leaning their FOREHEADS together, Kieran brushed his nose over Mark’s, inhaling him, trying to breathe him in F O R E V E R.  ❛ I do not mean to hurt you. I never meant to hrut you. You are everything for me —— my sun, my moon, my stars. Without you, there is no sunrise; I will live in eternal DARKNESS without you. You are everything that exists on this earth and under the stars that I love ❜, he breathed against his beloved’s lips, not ready or W I L L I N G to let go yet. 

[lostprxnce]

MARK.

           tears themselves glistened in his own eyes, but he also didn’t dare let them fall. he couldn’t give kieran even an ounce of satisfaction that this was hurting him just as much. it shouldn’t && mark was well aware that it shouldn’t, but matters of the heart were never easy. especially when it came to the prince. it had felt as though kieran had stolen the knife from him && plunged it into his chest, twisting it && all because of the reactions he was watching come from the other. the begging, the way that anyone in the hunt would be laughing && making fun of his ex just because of the way he was presenting himself. kieran never cared, though. it had been mark that always cared, that shielded himself from all the taunts — his ex-lover had been the one to make it easier, had held him when it became too much, let him speak about his thoughts.

            for a fleeting moment, mark wondered if it was love, true love, what kieran felt for him. when it came to being in love didn’t the person want to protect you from everything painful ? instead, the fae on his hands && knees had been entirely selfish. —- maybe that’s what love really was. two selfish people. jaw tensing, his head shook, the moon catching light strands of hair.  “  i do not want your heart,   ”   oh, how lying had become so much easier since he returned to his family, untruths quickly becoming a second nature to hide the pain he felt. he was so open && honest with all the others, had been with kieran, but now ?  there was that overwhelming feeling to protect his heart.  “  go && do not come back,   ”   he managed to breathe out, hearing the voice of cristina coming from inside the institute, having mark wondering if emma was awake. a quiet sniffle, he turned && started for the doors.

                    When he could finally breathe again, Kieran struggled to get on his feet again. Despite him standing tall, the P R I D E of the Fae Folk was gone. No REGALNESS left —— only a broken boy, bereft of the only thing that made his life worth living. He would not even mind being whipped by Gwyn; he could break his bones, his skin, his muscles. The Hunter’s heart was already B R O K E N. However, another knife was plunged into it when Mark send him away for good. No. No, his mind screamed at him, driving him forward. Not caring about the wound on his neck, Kieran surged forward, making use of his supernatural speed and catching up to Mark before he could go back inside. Pressing him HARD against the stone wall of the building, he pinned the former hunter against it. With the press of his body he held Mark close, hands placed next to his head.

                    ❛ I will not. You are the keeper of my heart. My soul is yours. You own my body. Do not push me away. Do not start lying now... ❜  Last words were uttered in hush tones, a whisper meant to beg Mark not to give up the Faerie side of him. And Kieran did not leave him any TIME to react either. In a matter of seconds he was pressed flushed against Mark, L I P S crushing almost gently against the other’s. He needed, wanted to feel him again, REMIND Mark of shared nights under the blanket, their first time in the cave, random touches.

[cherik]

He learned that kisses and touches and professions of love could make you forget, and that the more he was with Kieran, the more he wanted to be with him and not with anyone else.

[truechoice]

      “ No matter what happens, “ Mark said, ” I will stay here. I will always, always stay here.“ He put his arms around Julian and held him tightly. Julian exhaled, as if he were letting go of something heavy that he had carried for a long time, and leaning on Mark’s shoulder, he let his older brother bear just a little of his weight.

☇ highly selective and private portrayal of the character MARK BLACKTHORN from Cassandra Clare’s THE DARK ARTIFICES series. Only BOOK BASED. —- strongly adored by ber