THE NIGHT STUNG US.

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likestvrlight‌:

— “what, you’re not excited for me to get married?” luna asked, a wry smile forming across her lips. she adjusted the draping on her saree for the millionth time. she’d dressed up, mostly because she’d thought about her parents and how upset they’d be if she didn’t at least have something from home. but she figured she should for rowan and rosalie too. she may not be ready for the idea of marriage, but she could at least try. she sucked in a breath, “where else would they manage to fit all of us?”

      the corners of her lips lifted, expression caught between amusement and rare support. “that’s hardly fair to ask,” nethyra huffed - although the sound was half-assed. around luna, the dragon had managed to be herself. completely, unconditionally. and for that, nethyraelyss had adored the vampire. violet eyes swept over the sight of her; how strange to see a woman she’d destroyed with to be dressed up for the end of destruction. “i heard an open field might do,” the dragon humored lazily, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “do you really hope to spend the rest of your life with your betrothed?” 

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clippedlwings‌:

he didn’t know the full history of the structure, but from what he gathered, it didn’t seem like the best choice – especially when some were so unhappy about the arrangement. “maybe they’re hoping to change what it symbolizes.” rid the city of reminders of strife and hope to replace them with symbols of peace. “or it was the only place they thought would fit everyone comfortably.”

      the raven-haired original turned to look back at the looming structure. to change what it symbolized. well, an interesting thought, to be certain. not one she had considered, either. “likely the second idea,” nethyra said quieter. there was a haze over her features - as if her mind were thrown into another world, and all that remained was a shell of a body. “the first might be wishful thinking.” her voiced sharpened, as she pulled herself back into reality. “after all, war is commonplace. and peace never lasts.” 

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magicplex‌:

 Charlotte had spotted Nethyra as she arrived, slowly approaching from behind she listened to the girl rant for a moment. Unable to help the eye roll at the comments she was making. “Oh really?” She whispered close to Netties ear before letting out a laugh. “This is about peace you know - shouldn’t be looking at it so negatively.”

      the proximity was deafening. nethyra immediately inched away from charlotte’s closeness, disturbed expression settling over her features. more like confused. she didn’t know why the shorter woman wanted to play such games with her. even after their reasonably decent ‘second date.’ “excuse me for being a pessimist. it’s gotten me this far, hasn’t it?” a poor counter, but nethyra lacked the energy to wholly shut charlotte down. “i heard a korcari is being wed today. is he...your brother?” 

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ofthefated‌:

Before the war, Mercury had dreamed about visiting the coliseum —  to wander about the great structure like gladiators once had — but not once had she ever envisioned seeing it in such a way. Having dealt with the supernatural throughout the war ( and with Abel undoubtedly close by ) she ought to have felt some semblance of safety. They were, after all, there for the beginnings of peace. But something about the words of the woman made her shoulders momentarily stiffen. “Everyone came here on their own free will.” She tried, “Do you truly believe tensions would be so high that a fight might break out?” 

      “people slaughtered people’s families whole. what do you think?” came the dragon’s bitter reply - memories masked by annoyance at the other’s hope. she turned away from the shorter woman, jaw clenched as they shuffled forward. “and we’re hardly here on our own free will. i doubt they’d want anyone missing this event.” she blamed the council. less silas. he wanted better, but... the council were the ones enforcing such strict regulations. or so she prayed. “are you ready for your wedding?” curiosity lingered in her tone. 

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      “i can’t believe this shit’s really happening,” the dragon spoke, voice far more observant than critical as she stared at the colosseum looming over the crowd. the guests were being ushered in as if to enjoy a gladiator fight - a thing nethyra was familiar with, given her age. “and here, of all places. because cramming enemies into an arena is such a good fucking idea.” 

@bloodwedstuff​

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currently at work, will be on later to do things !

[curtismcfly]

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The Knife // Marble House

The moment we believe that we have never met

Another kind of love it’s easy to forget

When we are all alone then we do both agree

We have a thing in common this was meant to be

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blccdties‌:

“oh love, don’t project your insecurities onto me.” she had his eyes rolling with every word she spoke. ronan narrowed them at her and took another drag from the cigarette. it was soon to burn out; he briefly wondered if nethyra would be so kind to light him another one. he smiled when she seemed to tense with irritation at his smoke. “i’m sure you aren’t. try not to lose your shit when she inevitably rejects you, alright? i really don’t want to watch rome burn, again.” he bit back and she’s not my master, knowing it would seem like she’d pushed his buttons successfully. “anyways, if you’re not here for my companion, what are you doing in rome?”

      oh, she wouldn’t need rejection to burn the city down. but it’d certainly aid in the process, nethyra supposed. mind dipping into darker fabric, she pulled herself away from the thought. she couldn’t do that to silas. or could she? instead, the raven-haired dragon mocked ronan, “for my betrothal, of course. why else would i be in rome? i’m young, incredibly beautiful, and powerful. what more could a match want for...” she had no doubt his quips would make a better return at that, but having a spat with the man seemed to be the only thing on her agenda now. “can’t say the same of you, though. your betrothed will be disappointed in their pick of the litter. won’t they?” 

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      charlotte had managed to surprise her their last time together. after someone had started talking shit about nethyra - leaving out her species, thankfully, since the dragon wanted to be the one to tell her fiancee that detail - the other woman had spoken up against them. and for a second, nethyra had only stared as she did, bewildered. and then she had left. to contemplate how the action made her feel. well, it was enough to draw her back to charlotte the very next day, standing outside her door when it finally opened, “it’s my turn to take you on a date. come along.” and with that, she turned, taking off in the direction of her choice - expecting and possibly hoping for charlotte to follow. 

@magicplex​

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decided to drop catherine ‘cause i wasn’t feeling her, will be focusing on nethyra for now unless i randomly decide i want a second muse fhghjghb 

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      how could she have missed it? news of her brother alive and in the same city as she? to think she had grieved over him... to think she had been so soft to have grieved over the man who had abandoned her to the whims of a witch, forced her into the earth to never see the light of fucking day! nethyra was angry. no, she was livid. instead of knocking at his door, her fist pounded - threatening to break the poor thing down. at last, when it opened, and she stood facing aragorn, nethyra’s body thrummed violently with conflicted emotions, “when were you going to tell me? that you were alive, that you were here in rome? hm? or were you going to wait and surprise me like you did when you threw me into my prison?” 

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[nightstung]

THE MIDNIGHT DRAGON ;

she was born a conqueror.        with scales the hue of midnight skies - twilight’s violet and never-ending black.

      original creature of wrath and rage.  a tale told to scare kings of powerful kingdoms,       and betrayed by her own blood over them ?

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ezrealisms‌:

“netflix isn’t a necessary tool in this modern age. there’s not much to miss, though i’m afraid i might just be the worst person to speak to about this.”  despite the clear indicator of the attitude in her tone, ezreal managed to keep calm. a merman wasn’t the best to talk to about technology… was it? his eyebrows pushed together at the thought, unable to help the chuckle that bubbled out his lips. “perhaps ask any other person besides me, if you so insist.”

      no, she didn’t plan to learn unnecessary things. she already had a list of things on the opposite end of the spectrum, and it’d be a pointless excursion. “and why are you unable to tell me, mm? have you been hid away from the world, as well?” perhaps a slip of a hint concerning her history, but the dragon lacked care at that very moment. 

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magicplex‌:

 It was just a maybe but… a maybe is middle ground so Charlotte saw it as Nethyra more or less agreeing with her on the topic. One small high five once more in her mind. If at the end of this Nethyra still didn’t like her, she was sure to loose hope for their marriage. This was the only way she knew how to bond - bonding outside of family. And jumping the raven haired girls bones was out of the question, she was pretty sure Nethyra would set her on fire if she made a move. “You know I used to think secrets were better than treasure. I mean treasure people can take away, secrets, those are yours to keep no one can take it away.” Nodding with a quiet laugh.

   Stopping in her steps she stared at Nethyra for a long moment, some little thing in Charlotte flinching at the word. “You can call me whatever you want - but don’t,” Swallowing as her gaze hardened “Ever call me that word.” She do anything for the people she loved, she did anything for herself at one point. Charlotte wasn’t that.  Maybe she let her feelings get the best of her at times but she would never be a coward, not ever. Beginning to walk once more as if nothing happened. “Just trust me, you won’t regret it I promise it’s just.. a food place okay?” She walked backwards hands clasped together in a begging motion. “You said you would give me three hours it’s been like 20 minutes.”

      “you can actually have secrets stolen from you,” nethyra disagreed - for once, less patronizing in the way she spoke. “certain witches have the magic to do so, or the potions. vampires are fond of compelling. others, specifically humans, prefer to torture.” the dragon regarded charlotte’s laugh silently, thinking it sounded half of what it could be. her thoughts vanished the moment the witch stopped their trek, hardened gaze meeting her observational one. interesting. she hadn’t expected such an outburst. “or charchar, correct?” nethyra reminded her. “coward, charchar - anything else i should be made aware of?” 

      it was a smartass answer; but, at least the original hadn’t gotten irritated and fired back. a small step towards progress in charlotte’s favor. perhaps because with every measured counter, the other woman was proving to be less spineless and more worthy of the dragon’s marriage. or so it played out in nethyra’s head. “congratulations. you’re incredibly good at being annoying.” only thirty minutes? she needed a fucking drink. once they’d gotten to their destination, nethyra simply insisted to charlotte, “they better have alcohol here. do you drink?”

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i will get to everything else later i am pooped ! and i realized rn i have work in a few hours lol rip.

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⁕ Our muses hold hands for the first time.

anger bubbles up within her chest. she can hear some of the supernaturals sitting nearby plotting against the original werewolf who’s put rome up to its marriages. and while nethyra doesn’t like the idea of being forced into one, she follows the man because he and his pack had saved her. and it had been some time since nethyra had seen acceptance in anyone’s gaze. so she’d grit her teeth and try to bear it, and maybe kill anyone who thought about HURTING someone she clearly cared about. heat radiating from her, nethyra almost moves to attack when a hand slips gracefully into her own. pausing, the dragon shifts her gaze to the conjoined fingers before lifting it towards charlotte’s. the witch seems to know, somehow. her eyes - as if they’ve seen many things and many outcomes - are serene. the burning heat of her hand begins to subside the longer nethyra stares into them before she’s glanced away. she’s a little annoyed by the tactic, but she doesn’t let go. 

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✦ My muse bandages yours due to an injury.

nethyraelyss watches as he tends to her wound like the ever protective, tender thing that he’s become in the last century. it’s always a surprise to her how much they’ve grown apart in personality. unlike aragorn, she’s still making a mess of things, isn’t she? raiding, storming, ruling, destroying... and he’s abandoned his power to settle down with the rest of the world, like their ‘siblings’ have insisted. times were SIMPLER before, but now there were true threats to their kind’s existence. and her brother? he’s learned to accept the slow pace of life. nethyra’s eyes drop to the injury again. she’s not exactly sure how she got it, not while ruining another kingdom. but she’d gotten it nonetheless, and he’d insisted on seeing it, and now here they were. she wants him to be PROUD of her. no one else in their family seems to be that, anymore. “it’ll heal by morning.” but his worry would never cease, not after the scar had disappeared and skin had returned like new. he’d joined in on the ‘quit with your wild youth’ chant. she never would.