𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜

you could be great. you could rattle the stars. you could do anything if only you dared.

[mesmerics]

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒 : you could be great. you could rattle the stars. you could do anything if only you dared. a dependent multimuse blog for 𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐦, loved & written by 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐞.

𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 : princess of hybern ; intro . isms . wanted . interactions .

𝐭𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚 : brother of the high lady of the autumn court ; intro . isms . wanted . interactions .

[fxerily]

closed starter for andromeda ( @mesmerics ).

the air was humid with distress. he assumed it to be hard to find a single fae without an anxious tick visible in their features and he could not comprehend how it was possible to carry on with the celebrations in such a simple matter, when it was as clear as the night itself that something was brewing. theodoros should not have assumed so quickly. as the commander of the autumn court he had to show his face and mingle between the courts, maybe even listen in on something useful and, though in his younger years events like these were exactly what made him feel alive, he was counting minutes to reach the acceptable time to find an excuse and disappear. the fact that he was having a small talk with an overly cheery peregryn, who had seemed to have set her eyes on him, did not decrease that tempt and the fact that every time he looked away from his company, his eyes somehow locked upon the last person he wanted to see or talk to every single time only heightened it.

it had turned into some strange game to keep an eye on andromeda just to make sure she was nowhere near him. or maybe it was mithridatism. it was about time his heart would not want to jump out of his chest in exposure to her. it was about damn time he finally went through with all the ways he wanted to get back at her.

his company had left to refill their drinks which theodoros took as cue to leave. he shot andromeda a look and instead of taking the way out to autumn court's chambers, he took slow, purposeful steps towards hers, waiting for her scent to follow him. the displease, brought by the reminder that he still recognized it, was visible on his features. this was his first and only offer of a civilized conversation between them and if she would not accept it, the only other chance might come if she finds another way to lock him up. and the question is, how civilized can theodoros even be now ?

[mesmerics]

andromeda was never someone who felt bothered at being the center of someone else attention. however, every damn time she felt eyes on her during the last days she was sure that if she looked back, she would be greeted by a pair of ocean-blue eyes fueled with hatred. and as they said, if looks could kill then the princess of hybern would probably be rotting under the earth for centuries now.

with the high king unable to be at the summit, most people thought about andromeda as a channel to get to her father. she had listed to infinite talks from the high faes from all around prythian. some of the requests were quite good, but some were complete gibberish. and with the passing days into the summit, it became more and more difficult for her to hide her eye rolls. like the conversation she was having at that exact moment.

she thanked the mother under her breath when her current companion finally left. her body put her into motion before she could understand where her feet were taking the princess. turning on a corner, andromeda instantly recognized his back. “commander,” she greets him the same way she had greeted everyone ever since she arrived at the day court a few days before. like she didn't know him -- and, being honest, she didn't. “leaving already?” her voice is low, meant only for him to listen.

[faedusted]

atlas wanted to take his sister's advice, he wanted to stop caring about the blade that he would probably never see again, but he simply couldn't. something within him needed that sword back in his own possession. something called to it—but the call went unanswered.

the prince was going to speak, to shoot back with something snarky, but instead he bit his tongue because he knew that his sister was correct. he wasn't any help, especially not in the state he was.  ❝ in my chambers, ❞ he replied as he sat up entirely on her bed, crossing his legs beneath him.  ❝ but nobody outside our family should have been able to enter. nobody. ❞ which meant to him that somebody was powerful enough to knock down the wards or powerful enough to walk through them completely. either scenario seemed equally unsettling to atlas.

 ❝ just tell me how i can help, ❞ he told her his eyes wide and eager.  ❝ please. ❞ he begged, clasping his hands together as though he were desperate. but in truth, he was. desperate to get the sword back and more importantly desperate to no longer feel so useless.

[mesmerics]

she loved her brother. she also loved cassiopeia, but it was a different kind of love. andromeda could spend a lot of her days only teasing atlas for something he had done decades ago. but she would never not do everything she could to help him when he was in need. and even though she couldn’t care less for that sword, andie knew it meant a great deal to her younger brother, so she would only stop when atlas had it back.

“this doesn’t help much.” she whines. “i just don’t understand one thing.” her eyes go from the notes to her brother. “how this... creature or whatever... was able to steal one thing from every court chamber in such a short time?” she reads the list of stolen items again. “fuck... of course,” the realization annoys her. it was in their faces the whole time. “it’s more than one thief.” again, annoyance fills her voice while she states what sounds like the most obvious thing ever.

“do you think you can talk to the autumn lord?” andromeda offers to atlas. “maybe that little pet of them was able to see something useful inside the wind head of his brother.”

[faetbound]

@mesmerics

the weather was quiet here. there was only a slight breeze, so the trees swayed almost unnoticeably; the sun was warm, but not overbearingly so; there were just enough clouds in the sky to add depth without threatening rain. isak idly wondered if this was within the powers of the court, or if they were simply lucky to have such calm during the summit. those allied with hybern were often called that - lucky. blessed with riches and favor from foreign rulers if they the won the favor of the mad king. those who did not were punished cruelly.

isak still wasn't sure where the winter court stood between luck and imprisonment - his father acted without courage nor mercy, his brother fooled by someone once thought a friend. they sided with hybern, but the outcome was nearly different. very different. all it took was one warning, one secret, to turn their tide. he followed blindly, as was his role - he kept his own emotions and resentments and opinions close back then. now, he veiled them in mischief and irony. " princess. " his greeting was polite - tense and distant, although not unkind. he knew better than to open his arms to her, but they were all products of war now. " i wouldn't have expected to see you out on a ride. the palace is much more comfortable than a saddle. but maybe it couldn't be helped. " he allowed his steed to fall in pace with her own.

[mesmerics]

it was her father’s choice to live under the mountain. it was understandable that it was a very practical place to establish the presence of the high king on the continent, of course. but andromeda hated being stuck inside the ground for so long. she loved being able to see the sky, feel the wind, and smell the flowers. and yes, she might be able to experience all those things from under the mountain, but it all felt artificial.

the day court reminded her a lot of their home at hybern. maybe that was the reason she took every chance she had to go outside for a walk in the gardens, or a horse ride like the one she was doing at that moment. “isak,” she greeted the lord of the winter court, an old acquaintance of hers. “just because i am a princess it doesn’t mean i wouldn’t feel comfortable in a saddle.” a laugh left her lips, one of the few genuine laughs she had in the past days. “will you keep me company, lord isak?” the laugh remained in her face, showing itself in a large smile now.

[cldrnfeared]

location: the day court's gardens

for: andromeda (@mesmerics)

as day melted into evening and the stars began to blossom in the sky hei-ran scoffed. what was their bright, belching sun compared to valor of velaris. her judgement was final there was no place as beautiful in prythian as the night court, a fact which only rallied her intention to rule it one day. the gardens though were fragrant at night, saccharine petals opening to the eyes of whoever should pass them and lush greenery decorating every stone she walked. a lithe form blocked her path with a rope of dark brown hair and she frowned. "princess andromeda." her voice was low and serious. "shouldn't you be at your own party?" the idea that she'd run off and shirked her duties annoyed hei-ran.

[mesmerics]

the day court was a beautiful place during the day, but at night the beauty seemed different. that was one of the reasons that she constantly left her chambers after the sun went down. her steps stopped as she recognize the presence of someone else outside. “i’m thankful for your concern, high lady.” she smiles at hei-ran, but the smile never quite reaches her eyes. “but unfortunately there are pressing matters for me to attend to.” the princess points out the corridor, cordially offering to the high lady the option of accompanying her. “and if you allow me, can i ask you the same question? what brings you here?”

[quinnsstacy]

Endless gifs: Catarina de Lurton (17/?)

[faedusted]

ＷＨＥＮ: after the treasures were stolen, before the ball ＷＨＥＲＥ: the royal court quarters ＷＨＯ: @mesmerics

 ❝ but why did it have to be me? ❞ he groaned as he flopped backwards on his sister's bed, arms stretched out to either side so he might take up as much room as possible.  ❝ it wasn't even that nice a blade. i've much nicer. not to mention you two have even nicer things then i'll ever own. ❞ he whinged, jokingly as though a blade given as a reward for betrayal could ever mean as much as a gifted necklace because it shined just so. there was a reason atlas didn't carry the blade with him unless required, or worse—expected by his father.

the blade weighted more than the metal alone ever could, when his father bestowed it upon him, he wasn't just giving him a blade. he was giving him a sword that would forever remind atlas of all the wrong he'd ever done since landing on these shores, of all the ways he'd hurt the people who'd trusted him. there was a reason he never carried it with him, it hurt far too much. yet some part of him couldn't bring himself to let it go—more than that, he took it with him everywhere when traveling. as though there was some sort of invisible thread connecting him to it, but now that the string had begun to grow thinner, the prince could feel a panic setting in.  ❝ we should do something. ❞ he insisted, propping himself up on his elbows so he might look at her.

[mesmerics]

she tried to ignore atlas when he first entered her chambers. the older hyberion kept reading and writing as the younger one paced behind her chair. she knew him, he probably was about to ask her a favor. "if it wasn't that nice of a blade then stop crying about it." she mutters, annoyed because her brother's whining messed up her trail of thoughts.

every one of the stolen things had a meaning to the courts. and trying to make sense of everything was a puzzle that andromeda decided to solve. if there was a thing that she learned in the six hundred years that she was alive, was that nothing was ever an accident. whoever stole those items knew what he wanted.

"yes, i'm trying to but you're not helping me right now." the words are harsh, but nothing atlas wouldn't be accustomed to hearing from his sister. "i know you bring that sword everywhere… but where exactly it was when stolen?" she questions, looking at the notes that she spent the last hour or so scribbling on parchment. if they had stolen from the other courts, andromeda wouldn't really care. but when they decided to steal from the royal family, it became her problem to solve.

[miraydanerarchived]

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[faedusted]

ＷＨＯ: @mesmerics

as he often did wherever he went, atlas had made himself quite at home at the day court. the large windows allowed the glittering rays of sunlight to dance on the extravagant chandeliers hanging above, like nothing they would ever have under the mountain. it was the one thing the prince had never understood about his father's choices. to preside over prythia from the dank prison cell that was deemed so sacred to these people. his family could have taken any court as their own, the summer court would have been his personal preference, but alas no—that had no been his father's wishes.

atlas walked down the corridor with his held high, a man on a mission to find some company he would actually enjoy. he carried a basket filled with items he'd stolen from the kitchens: wine, berries, soft cheese and bread, and cured meats. it was far from the most luxurious picnic he'd ever prepared, but it would have to do.

❝ just the sister i was searching for, ❞ the prince half-shouted as his eyes fell on andromeda and he closed the distance between them.  ❝ come, let me whisk you away from this ill begotten game father has thrust us into. ❞ atlas teased holding up the basket as to show off a plentiful bounty.  ❝ we don't have gardens like this at home. ❞ he reminded her, using the term home incredibly loosely.

[mesmerics]

some could argue that andromeda was somewhat of a difficult person. but in her defense, it was just that most of them were idiots she couldn't stand talking for more than five minutes without getting an awful headache. and the summit was a constant headache as if a dagger was being put through her mind all the time. she felt like she was surrounded by idiots for the tenth time that day when she excused herself from a conversation and walked as fast as she could to the opposite side. the princess was heading to her designated chambers but stopped as she heard atlas walking towards her in the corridor. “ finally someone i'm happy to see. ” her tone is lighter, nothing like the one she had been using all day. “ don't even start, i hope the next summit takes more four hundred years to happen. ” she spies into the basket, her hand going for a berry. “ god, i'm starving, ” it finally hits her when she puts the small berry in her mouth. locking her arms with atlas, they walk to the exterior of the castle. “ we do have gardens even more beautiful than this one at home, ” she says, remembering hybern and their family estate on the other side of the ocean. “ we just don't have them at that godforsaken rabbit hole that father hid us in. ”

[mesmerics]

closed starter for cassiopeia ( @faemyths )

andromeda was always a logical person. and as a logical person, the more she thought about the possibility of a wedding that had four hundred years of engagement happening, the less likely it seemed. that's what she used to say to cassiopeia, but with all the talking about that goddamn wedding at the summit, she grew worried once again. “ you really sure you want to go on with this? ” she asks her twin sister, gently taking her hand into hers in a way reserved only to her twin and her younger brother. “ i can figure something out... i don't know... with dad not being here i can tell them that he decided that i'll be the one marrying, no one will even question. ” once again she offers to trade places with cass, wanting to free her from that burden that she never made anything to deserve. “ and after i can just put something on his drink and be a widow, it'll be easy. ” her head continues plotting how she can free both her and her sister from the doomed life their father traced.

[rcbclliouscourt]

delilah noted the step back the lord took, the two being more aware of what would happen if anyone in either of their families had an implication of what took place between them many years before. taking a look back towards where tahir motioned towards, delilah nodded, only now noticing how full the stable, having been too preoccupied with her own thoughts, and focused on seeing the pegasus that now stood in front of her. turning back towards the tahir, she let out a sigh, shrugging. " too many fae. i need to preserve my energy if I am going to survive the summit. " turning back towards the creature in front of her, she began to gently stroke the bridge of their nose with one hand. " sometimes i prefer the company of the horses. they have no expectations. "

[mesmerics]

“ i couldn't agree more with you, ” he nods as he laughs. “ my father used to say to the three of us, ” the memory of his father sitting down with his three children and telling them stories still fresh in the high fae's mind. “ in battle the only creature you can trust your own life is your horse. ” and it's what he has been doing all his life. “ so yeah, a horse is a better company than more than half of the people at you family's estate right now. ” he probably shouldn't have said that, but tahir was never exactly known as someone who knew when or what to say.

[placeholdfm]

At the voice of his brother, then tilts his head back. The sight he sees is his brother hiding three bottles in his clothes. A smirk of understanding appears on his lips, and instead of answering, he pulls up two bottles from underneath the table he's seated at. "Lead the way," he replies and gets up, grabbing a tray of cheese from a servant, giving an apologetic smile as the two Ventura brothers decide to skip the whole opening event. Rhyn couldn't be happier with his brother's decision; he didn't handle the winter court's arrival very well and would love nothing more than to get out of there. As they step outside and find a spot to sit, Rhyn falls against a tree trunk, downing his goblet before throwing it to the side and settling for one out of two bottles he brought. "Best idea you've had so far this year, brother." he muses as the Ventura brothers seem to have the same plan today, no more anger, no more annoying conversations - just wine and each other.

[mesmerics]

tahir watched his brother interact with one of the members of the winter court. he thought about interrupting, but rhyn could defend himself. and if the older ventura punched the face of the idiot, tahir couldn't care less. the summit was mandatory, of course. but no one there really cared about their presence or not. it was all just formalities that tahir rather skip. “ i really don't know how sib can endure all of this-- ” he says, gesturing to the way they had walked from. and it was true, tahir could never understand how sibili could be there, hearing all that gibberish after everything she had to endure after the war. thank the cauldron she was the high lady, because if he was the one to succeed their father the autumn court would be doomed. “ it's not often, but from time to time my mind does work. ” he jokes alongside his brother, opening one of the bottles he brought outside. “ how are you holding up? ” the words sound light, but tahir is somehow worried at his brother.

[flowsgold]

the closer he gets, the more safiya realises just how doomed she is ⸻ it is more than she deserves and more than she can afford to lose. safiya tilts her head at his word as she gives him a look and her lips part to tell him that is not what she means ( but he is not wrong ). before she can say anything, though, he dooms her further by reaching for her hand. slowly, her fingers lace with his. her relief and ruination all in one, she's missed him more than she admits to herself. "as if anything to do with hybern could ever be optional." words drip with poison, even as her gaze softens when it meets his. she wants to tell him right there and then how she knows what he hasn't told her. instead, her arms snake around the back of his neck, embracing him before her mind can overwhelm her with unwanted thoughts. "i'm glad you're here." here, at the day court. here, in the shadows with her.

[mesmerics]

“ as if anything to do with hybern could ever be less of a pain in my ass. ” he laughs at his words, feeling relieved for probably the first time since he arrived at the day court. as her hands go up to his neck, his own hands trace opposite sides. one instinctively goes down to her waist, bringing her closer to him. the other one tenderly cups her face as tahir kisses the top of her head. with a deep breath, he finally vocalizes what she probably already knows, “ i'm glad you're here, too. ” he holds her very close for an instant, taking in everything he could from her presence in his arms -- the smell of her hair, the soft touch of the skin she left without clothing. he didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything to ruin that moment. now with both of his hands cupping her face, he places another kiss on her forehead. “ i missed you. ” he whispers the words that were caught in his throat for months.

[flowsgold]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓    ⸻    somewhere hidden away with tahir ventura ( @mesmerics )

hidden away, safiya finds a little peace attached to the knowledge that no one might find her here. eyes closed, she inhales. for a moment, there's nothing. a short-lived moment of existing without the scars of a past that will never not be. and then, reality comes crashing down and she drowns in it again. so much so, even the slightest bit of noise is enough to have the hair on the back of her neck become aware that she's not alone. the daemati turns on her heels ( foo fast, so fast that it's obvious she was somewhere else just then ) and the sight of the autumn court lord brings tranquillity and the nerves of the unknown. "tahir." his name feels like honey on her tongue, even if she's avoided the thought of it for as long as she could. "what are you doing here?"

[mesmerics]

they hadn't traveled together to the day court. actually, they hadn't seen each other for quite a while. but as soon as he step his foot into the vulari household, tahir could feel that she was there, somewhere. so it was a matter of time to finally spot her figure -- which he could do even with closed eyes. when she disappeared into the shadows, he followed her from a distance. his name sounded sweet in her voice, and he gave it some time to sink into his heart. “ i know you missed me. ” he teases as he searches for her hand, tenderly holding it into his and giving her the option to pull away. “ the summit is mandatory, didn't you get the memo? ” the words are followed by a wink. he knew she was asking what he was doing there, in the shadows with her. but tahir couldn't help being like that.

[mesmerics]

closed starter for rhyn ( @cscension )

the stay at the day court was exactly how tahir had expected it to be: stressful. so it was no surprise when he finally found his brother and realized that rhyn had his nerves the same way tahir had. the older ventura had a cup of wine in his hand, but tahir knew that it would not be enough. discreetly grabbing three bottles of wine and poorly hiding in his clothes, the younger man approached his brother. “ so, we already did what we could for today. let's go outside and touch some grass before i punch some entitled son of a b- ” he muffles the bad word by shoving a piece of cheese into his mouth. he's moving to the nearest exit when the taste of the food finally hits him. taking a few steps back to his brother, he murmurs: “ take all the cheese you can find, i don't think they'll notice anyways. ” shrugging, he adds “ and if they do, we blame the rats filling this place. ” he jokes, waiting for his brother to follow him.

[rcbclliouscourt]

Delilah's composure momentarily faltered, her usual state of preparedness thrown off balance by Tahir's unexpected arrival in the stables. her dark eyes widened in surprise as he approached, causing a flutter of surprise and uncertainty to stir within her. flashes from the last time the two spent together crossed her mind, memories she has tried to to the back of her mind now coming forward. hoping her guard wasn't down for too long for him to notice, she regained her composure, turning her attention back to the pegasus in front of them. "is that so, my lord?" she inquired, positioning herself in front of the horse, placing the brush on the shelf next to her. with a gentle touch, she cradled the creature's face in her hands, a smile forming on her lips as she felt the rhythmic hum under her touch. "What brings you all the way over here?" Delilah's gaze shifting back to Tahir, her head tilting in intrigue. "knowing you, tonight's festivities would offer you endless entertainment."

[mesmerics]

there were a few moments in his life when tahir was just pushing his luck to simply still be alive. and the way he approached the lady, in her own court, probably was one of these times. both of them had their fair share of fun the last time they were together at the summer court a couple of decades before. but now he could hear sib's and rhyn's voices screaming 'are you fucking insane, tahir????' so, in order to not make anything that could start a second war on the continent, the lord took a step away from lady delilah. “ i just wanted to make sure our horses were well fed and resting, that's all. ” he explains, motioning to the back of the stables where he could see the autumn's cavalry banner from distance. “ but i could ask you the same question, my lady. are the festivities not to your liking? ” the man questions, leaning into one of the walls.

[rcbclliouscourt]

open starter for ALL

"isn't he beautiful," delilah mused out-loud, not bothering to turn to greet whomever ever was approaching her from the behind. she could hear their footsteps breaking hay as they entered the stable. in front of delilah stood a magnificent pegasus, its reins tied to an open stable door, allowing her to comb out his mane with the soft brush she held. the lady of the day court snuck out of summit festivities not too long ago, trying to find a moment of solace to gather her thoughts. "have you ever seen anything so powerful and majestic, yet elegant and gracious at the same time?" she asked, finally turning to see whomever joined her.

[mesmerics]

no matter where he was, tahir would spend a good part of his day at the stables, taking care of the horses. it was one of the few activities that put his mind at peace, ever since he was a young boy. so it wasn't different that after being at the great hall for what it seemed a reasonable amount of time -- and making sure sib was safe -- he motioned to the stables to make sure the autumn horses were in good accommodations. what he didn't expect, though, was to meet someone at the entrance. he instantly recognized the golden - as - the - sun hair “ i have seen my fair share of beauty, my lady. ” the smile widens on his face as he takes a step further closer to delilah.