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⁽ * ⁾ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘥 , ⁽ * ⁾ 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 , ⁽ * ⁾ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 .
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✫ 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄 , an independent & selective semi-canon original a.cotar character : 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑒𝑎 , 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍 . critical of s.jm . plot-centric , mutually exclusive , private .
⁽ * ⁾ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘥 , ⁽ * ⁾ 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 , ⁽ * ⁾ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 .
fell into throne of glass then crescent city .... and its so on brand that i have an oc idea for the maasverse crossover ((((:
⁽ * ⁾ 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 ,
immediately after the battle in acowar when the ic returns to velaris astraea asks rhys if she can clean up in her room . the gravity of her reality the past four hundred or so years sinks in when she is told her room is no longer & instead is housing one of the archeron sisters .
going to rita's with cassian & mor goes exactly how everyone would expect ( minus the ic bc no one thought of it ) . seeing as astraea has never touched a drop of alcohol prior she gets truly plastered & has to be carried home by her companions .
helps feyre volunteer before the winter solstice to reconnect with her people & rebuild the city she adores .
takes her gift giving duties a little too seriously & whenever she is not volunteering with feyre , she is wandering around velaris trying to find the perfect gifts for her friends .
still has a few youthful tendencies seeing as she spent her years entombed in the spring court . including , but not limited to : using pinky promises as serious / binding contracts , failing to fully grasp social requirements ( she can be quite blunt at times ) etc .
sneaking out at night to fly over velaris seeing as she barely sleeps . the lack of sleep is a byproduct of the curse put on her for centuries ; she is afraid to close her eyes & wake up beneath the water again .
seeing them all again was certainly an adjustment . during her absence there was love , LOSS & growth , entire lifetimes missed simply because she became collateral damage . in the weeks since since her return no one dared ask the obvious questions . she supposed she should be grateful topic never came up , wanting to delay the sympathetic looks or pity that may occur . with winter solstice right around the corner it gave everyone festivities to look forward to & meant her whereabouts slipped to the wayside . surely fellow fae had enough tact to avoid putting a damper on high spirits by bringing it up . although ... if there was one person she placed bets on slipping up it was the towering illyrian who just so happened to cross her path . ❛❛ you know , i'm not used to it yet — did rhys tell you to eat all your veggies to become a big strong illyrian warrior ? ❜❜
winter solstice starter for @prythaei
snow clings to treasured city , cascading down the same slopes she used to chase older brother along . returning home came with a influx of emotion , relief sitting at the forefront . weaving through the holiday crowds frequenting storefronts brought her such joy she couldn't help but BEAM WILDLY . her release from watery tomb came at pivotal time where she had been able to participate in the war for prythian , stretching stiffened limbs to wield a sword was barely a thought stewed on . she need to fight for their lands & her family . the well respected femme at her side the newest addition to the familiar ranks . she skids to halt & tips her head back to feel snowflakes smatter across tan lineaments , a girlish chime rings when she returns posture & flickers violet hues toward companion . ❛❛ sorry ! they didn't have snow where i spent my last four hundred years . ❜❜
winter solstice starter for @prythaei
⁽ * ⁾ 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 ,
immediately after the battle in acowar when the ic returns to velaris astraea asks rhys if she can clean up in her room . the gravity of her reality the past four hundred or so years sinks in when she is told her room is no longer & instead is housing one of the archeron sisters .
going to rita's with cassian & mor goes exactly how everyone would expect ( minus the ic bc no one thought of it ) . seeing as astraea has never touched a drop of alcohol prior she gets truly plastered & has to be carried home by her companions .
helps feyre volunteer before the winter solstice to reconnect with her people & rebuild the city she adores .
takes her gift giving duties a little too seriously & whenever she is not volunteering with feyre , she is wandering around velaris trying to find the perfect gifts for her friends .
still has a few youthful tendencies seeing as she spent her years entombed in the spring court . including , but not limited to : using pinky promises as serious / binding contracts , failing to fully grasp social requirements ( she can be quite blunt at times ) etc .
sneaking out at night to fly over velaris seeing as she barely sleeps . the lack of sleep is a byproduct of the curse put on her for centuries ; she is afraid to close her eyes & wake up beneath the water again .
it had been a long night, azriel was wearied , the thought of even attempting to lift his wings was an exhausting one and yet he found himself on top of the mountain range , readying for flight . his body might be fatigued but his mind was still working a mile a minute , as it too often did after a day spent extracting information . whether or not he wanted to , he needed to fly . it was in the air , wind roaring through his ears and silencing any thoughts , that he saw something off . he spread his wings wide , stilling himself in the air as his shadows came to wrap around him in a whisper . no , no that was impossible . it couldn't be . it took no more thought before he sliced downwards , landing gracefully in front of someone he thought had died a long , long time ago . hallucinations ? had he turned mad ? " impossible . " he breathed , dark orbs scanning over the woman in front of him , the one who made his heart feel like it was going to beat right out of his chest . " no ... no it can't be . " he reached out to touch her , falling to his knees when his hand collided with her arms , his shadows circling him . he moved his eyes upwards , the shock causing him to shake. astraea is alive ( @loststarlite )
the small grace she had not passed a reflective surface did not go unnoticed . there was no doubt in her mind physical appearance rivalled a nightmare : coated in gore , EXHAUSTION sunk deep within bones . it was a relief she remained able to slip into the night undetected . or so she foolishly thought . a familiar beat slashes through the silence above her , body halts & head turns upward in time to witness blur lands skilfully upon sodden earth . the shock electrifies physiological system , fingers stretching in preparation to grip borrowed blade once more , that is until awareness settles in . the spymaster , her brother's beloved ally & FRIEND , who'd materialised before feet . thinking she could shrink back into legions , shuffle her way through ranks & avoid detection apparently wasn't on the cards . brows knit together a moment while she considers current reality , violets soften after a minute once the emotional toll begins to overwhelm . ❛❛ hello , azriel . ❜❜
from @loststarlite: i see you enjoy playing with fire.
❝ lovely to see you , too , astraea . it's been a while . ❞ sebastian masks his genuine excitement to see her , bottling it all away , smothering it down behind the faintest , most controlled smile he can muster in the moment . though he's in night court for a completely unrelated reason ( unrelated to being here at rita's , that is — this is just a side thing , a casual part of his visit ) , part of him hoped he'd run into her at some point . now she's here , standing in front of him , and he's trying his hardest to hide the fluster in his cheeks . it's not working . ❝ if i knew i'd see you , i would have dressed up a little . LOOKED NICER . combed my hair . instead , you run into me after an entire day of traveling , and i look a right mess . fantastic . ❞ sebastian clears his throat a little , watching astraea and praying for a smile — praying for some positive indication that they're starting off on the right foot . if , for some reason , astraea and her brother have an issue with his being here , THERE COULD BE A PROBLEM . ❝ dawn court is lovely this time of year , by the way , if you were thinking of visiting me soon . the invite's still open . always has been . have you been well since i last . . . since we crossed paths ? ❞
❛❛ far too long . ❜❜ mauve painted mouth curls upward upon her acknowledgement , emanating graceful tact expected to be upheld by someone in her position . the nook in which violet eyed fae chose to curl into hid her away from the swathes of high fae & faeries looking to party until the small hours . wine is delicately balanced in hand , acting as a social damper ; large social gatherings STILL required some getting used to . the blame for tonight's outing could not be placed on anyone other than herself , she'd made the trek & perhaps reasoning now looked quite ridiculous . unlike dear friends within night's inner circle , astraea lacked the ability to keep up with their festivities , & truth be told she was tired of the armies general poking fun at the state she managed to find herself in . being carried home on more than one occasion left her primed & wide open to jokes made at her expense . ❛❛ you worry too much , sebastian . i have no concern for aesthetics —— you look fine , for your peace of mind . ❜❜ crystalline is lifted to consume another determined sip . thank the cauldron her poker face remained intact otherwise dawn born fae might very well join in with a teasing remark . ❛❛ ah , yes , i really MUST VISIT . ❜❜ head tips in a polite nod , although social graces falter once he mentions the last instance they'd crossed paths . ❛❛ before everyone believed i was dead ... that was the last time our paths crossed . ❜❜
centuries passed without her... so much had changed. he changed. he was no longer the painfully quiet illyrian bastard she'd first met in windhaven. albeit still quiet natured. contemplative and observant, as his high lady said. his name—the shadowsinger—struck terror even in war hardened warriors. he was feared outside the city wards. he wonders if she'll cast him away for it... he offers her a lighthearted chuckle in response. hazel eyes staring down into hers, and he could have sworn hers softened. surely it was a trick of the light. “ and you're not making anyone uncomfortable. ” he reiterates, no shadow of a doubt. he wonders if she's caught him staring at her; if she's being kind in blaming cassian for it. he's sent his shadows out to spring, among the other courts, to find answers for his high lord and high lady... and her. “ it's uncharted territory... and he's superstitious. if he pokes you, be sure to bite him. ” his eyes sparkle with a hint of wicked amusement. his shadows still curl and twine around him playfully, and though she hasn't shied away from them—he's wary they'll frighten her, like they do so many. it's been years since she saw them last.
seconds flit past & she swears staring into his hazel optics feel akin to peace . in an effort to approach normalcy she takes a step forward , closing the distance between them slightly . her violets flash in admiration as she studies him , years bound in exile have caused her to forget social graces ; surely he won't say a word . something in stomach sparks an ember , a yearning tug that she cannot for the life of her place . ❛❛ does that include you ? ❜❜ she questions , curious if he is simply being polite . it wasn't such an outlandish idea that the inner circle feigned manners to appease high lord , even if it went against true inclinations . ❛❛ he's a big baby . i'll be sure to nip him if he musters the courage . ❜❜ she returns the mirthful air in response . ❛❛ at least in my absence , ❜❜ a horribly understated way to put abduction , ❛❛ you had your shadowy companions . ❜❜ a tip of her head gestures to the swirling abyss surrounding silhouette . they were something of intrigue to the woman , they always had been . not once had she been frightened by them , nor had she ever been afraid of him .
the shadowsinger faltered the moment he saw her. he cursed hyburn for taunting him—for cutting him so deeply in the midst of battle. then he welcomed death if it came for him, if hers was the last face he saw... after everything he'd done... it was a gift before his slaughter. he shakes his head and curses himself. his shadows flare and coil around his chest, practically begging him to curl around her form and nuzzle against her. he keeps them at bay. “ that's not what i——... i meant that this isn't something to rush, and we have time ” he pauses, cursing himself. he looses a breath he didn't know he was holding. he lost her once, and gods if it didn't feel like he was losing her all over again. he didn't want her to leave. it was the last thing he wanted—but if she wanted space he'd give it to her in spades. “ you're not... making anyone uncomfortable. ” azriel doesn't ask if she is uncomfortable; unsure if he can take the answer. or worse, if he's the cause of any discomfort.
head nods slowly , the weak smile on her lips falters ever so slightly; to them she was a stranger & that hurt more than anything . the shadowsinger speaks the truth , despite being bounds different from the last time she saw any of them , they had time to reacquaint themselves . ❛❛ this is ... — all of this is odd , i mean , how often do people pop up after four centuries ? ❜❜ rhetorical questions almost has her huffing out a laugh , instead it broadens the edges of her smile , eyes softening as she looks at him . ❛❛ except everyone . no one knows how to act around me . i've caught cassian staring , i'm pretty sure he'll poke my cheek to double check i'm real . ❜❜ astraea can't blame him , her emergence akin to materializing out of nothing; explaining why meant enduring the wrath that would undoubtedly ensue . until then she wanted to readjust & spend every waking hour getting to know the people they'd become . selfishly she wanted to learn more about the man shrouded in shadow across from her , elegance & mystery exuding off him in waves .
she was an apparition on the battlefield, or so he thought. he almost went to his knees at the sight of her. it was no different now. azriel's intense stare never left her face, her frame, her wings... she was here. though the doubt would creep into his dreams—twisting into nightmares. he'd wake in cold sweats with his wings trembling. dark circles wreath his eyes now. he hasn't slept much. so much so, when his shadows dart over to her and skitter over her skin in a cold caress—he delays a few seconds before calling them back to his side. if it wasn't clear that he missed her dearly then his shadows made it absolute. he swallows hard. “ it's going to take time to adjust... for everyone. ” azriel offers her a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck—dark shadows peering over his wings at her.
@loststarlite gets a short starter!
those few moments after the bloodshed settled were amongst the most happiest in her life . the opportunity to see the people she loved once again was not lost on her . during her time beneath the glimmering starlight water astraea's hope of being reunited dwindled , the passing minutes , days , hours , months & years , chipping away at whatever inkling remained . even now , disbelief coated bones , unable to fully believe reality . she shifts silently on feet while watching him carefully . he'd grown up well , much like the rest of her friends . ❛❛ i understand , ❜❜ fingers smooth out the outfit nuala & cerridwen chose , the finery was difficult to adjust to after all this time ; yet she embodied the presence a high lord's sister should maintain . ❛❛ i'll look for an apartment in the city . i don't wish to make anyone uncomfortable . ❜❜
the relentless struggle had become an integral part of his existence, as though it were the defining thread in the tapestry of his life. in truth, he had grown accustomed to this feeling for most of it, having clawed his way up from humble beginnings to the position he currently held. he had wrestled with fate to seize control of his own destiny. these experiences had made him well-versed in navigating treacherous terrain when it was laid before him, often having to adjust his tactics when unforeseen challenges arose. loss, too, had been a recurring visitor, but nothing could have prepared him for the shock that lay before him.
standing there was a specter from his past, someone who had been presumed lost. her name tumbled from lips, a ghostly whisper that barely escaped his throat. ❝ astraea? ❞ [ @loststarlite ] his voice caught in his throat, the syllables infused with disbelief and a sliver of hope. she had long been consigned to the realm of memory, a presence only in dreams. ❝ how? how are you here? ❞ where had she been? eyes bore into her, searching for any sign of deception or illusion, but the figure before him was undeniably real. and here he found himself torn; between relief and anger.
the centuries had gone & past , fluttering by without an inkling she was aging with them . she recalls the last instance of being truly alive ; in velaris , gallivanting down the idyllic streets she adored . in an instant it was ripped from fingertips , all because of the fragility embedded into a certain seasonal court . the same fractured ego drove individuals to inflict violence on her innocent mother , beheaded , wings stripped off body as if they were a trophy . the memories were burned in psyche forever , along with those who'd committed such atrocities .
in a twist of fate her imprisonment was broken . kicking & clawing the forgotten star swam to the surface , eventually finding the strength to join the battle court members had kindly informed her of . a familiar timbre rings through the air , head whipping in direction . he looked older , stronger , wiser . borrowed sword is sheathed to portray peaceful reunion , or at least she hoped . if the spring court had carried out their cruel deceit properly then her presence would be a shock , one that could result in anger . ❛❛ hello , dear friend . ❜❜ a careful step toward , the saddened smile creasing mouth . ❛❛ i think it had something to do with the wall coming down . ❜❜
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certainly, he's dead. bested by the very night he'd summoned, the beast he'd unleashed. fatefully ... karmically. ( oh, the sentencing he's set to carry. ) —- because the sight of her on this battlefield ... " astraea? " he's fallen. certainly: gone. cauldron, be kind and swift.
death surrounds illyrian warrior , crumpled fae are scattered across the battlefield in a horrid sight . her freedom had barely begun & already she was prepared to give it up to aid prythian if it meant saving them from a cruel fate . ❛❛ rhysand ... ❜❜ gaze flickers , wide eyed & relieved . he was alive . ❛❛ i'm gone for a couple centuries & this is what i return to ? ❜❜ timbre attempts lighthearted approach , there would be time to explain later .
the cutest illyrian u ever did see !