In the darkest hour of shadows, she belongs

The Fallen Queen of Alfheimr || MARVEL/NORSE MYTH INSPIRED OC. || MUN IS 25+ || UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION ||

[brucebannerramma]

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[rpxmusings]

         “  you look just like your mother.  ”                                                                          i guess i do carry her tenderness well         “  you both have the same eyes.  ”                                                                          because we are both exhausted         “  and the hands.  ”                                                                          we share the same wilting fingers         “ but that rage.           your mother doesn’t wear that rage.  ”                                                                          you’re right.                                                                          this rage is the one thing                                                                          i get from my father.

[oracuelum]

capitansalazar​:

He catches her before his tired mind can even register that Aleina is falling forwards. “Aleina! Jesucristo, give yourself time!”

Sighing, though unable to keep the ghost of a smile from his face as she blesses him with a kiss on his jaw, Armando scoops the woman up and starts to head back to her bedside. “It will do neither of us any good if you push yourself. No doubt your father would use it to prove I am harmful to your health.”

Armando sits himself down on the edge of the bed, electing to keep Aleina cradled in his lap. With another sigh, he tucks a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, studying her pale face in silence for a few heartbeats. He really doesn’t want to tell her the bad news. Gods, he doesn’t. But she’ll find out, one way or another, and perhaps it is best she hears it from him. So, with hesitation pulling every word down, Armando says, “I am home…for two days. Your father has another set of orders awaiting me. We have just enough time to repair the ship and stock supplies and then I must leave again. I am hoping I can quietly leave some of my crew ashore to rest without your father noticing; I fear their patience is at an end. They are exhausted, they miss their wives and families…If I do not give them time ashore, I would not blame them if they snapped.”

Laughter near spills from her lips as she falls into him. Arms immediately entwine and she smiles through her weariness. By gods, she’s waited so long for this ― to hold him again. The longing she had felt in her chest had become unbearable, tearing her apart from the inside out. He was a calm that chased away the storm. 

“I am so sorry.” She whispers, “You have had such a long voyage and returned to me... like this.”

Embarrassed, Aleina chuckles quietly. She sinks against him, tired eyes look upwards to his face and exhales a sigh of content. The tickle of his touch against her ear sends her heart skipping. She adjusts her position upon his lap, cupping his face Aleina moves to kiss him again, halting as he begins to speak.  

“W-what?” 

Her eyes give away her feelings before her facial expression shifts and her brows pull together. Emotions whirl; confusion to grief until her heart settles into anger. She puts her weight to her feet and rises from his lap with a heavy silence filling the space around them.  “Of course―Of course he has, why would he not.”  With both hands she brushes the hair from her face, fingers dragging across her scalp with frustration. The anger builds, the prospect of another several months apart... then another. The cycling continuing until love is no longer reason enough to keep fighting.  A swift motion, the rage overflowing and desperate for release. Aleina grabs a bottle from the vanity and casts it furiously toward the adjacent wall. The crystal shatters on impact with a terrible crack, one that no doubt her maids will have heard from across the house. Broken shards fall to the floor, a damp splatter upon the wall.  “I’ve had enough!” 

“If these are the games my father wishes to play, then so be it.” She snaps, “I am coming with you. On this voyage and the next! and any deemed so urgent that you cannot be on land for more than a day.” 

Aleina paces, still unsteady on her feet and breathless as she speaks.  “I am coming with you.” She repeats firmly, with finality, “If not on your vessel then I shall acquire my own ship and crew.”

[oracuelum]

Between her index and middle finger she balances a cigarette. The curve of her jaw resting comfortably against the palm of her free hand. Lifting the cigarette to her lips Aleina inhales with a long and steady breath, savouring the tobaccos pleasantly bitter taste. As she exhales smoke floats out from either nostril. 

An odd thing about the smoke from this particularly cigarette, it’s colour is not a translucent grey as one may be used to  ― but instead a pale lavender. It swirls and dances in the air, the shapes it creates catching subtle but dazzling shimmer in the light. Before it submits to the air and vanishes into nothing.  With a sigh of satisfaction she stretches her neck, inadvertently drawing her gaze to the onlooker. Her eyes meet theirs and she sits upright with a roll of her shoulders.  “Would you like one?” The straightening of her fingers gestures to the cigarette still tucked between them. “You look like you need something to unwind. That, or you’re trying to kick the habit… in which case I am terribly sorry for tempting you.”

[vaememes]

𝙰   𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈   𝙾𝙵   𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂   𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

these are taken from the show with the same title, triggers may or may not be present, proceed with caution and feel free to adjust any you that you deem necessary.

you’re wrong. he/she/they trusts me to make a difference.

he’s/she’s/they been lying to you your whole life.

you can go on living among the humans. they’re the people you really care about.

it wouldn’t be an abdication; you’d simply be doing the right thing.

i know he and his witch are hiding somewhere in time.

but what are they planning?

i can’t believe you don’t like ‘80s music! some of the best music ever was made in the ‘80s!

i don’t really know where to start.

whatever it is, just tell me. it can’t be that bad.

i’m hundreds of years old. you catalog history; i’ve lived it.

humans share this planet with other creatures – vampires, witches, and daemons.

so, you’re not a superhero, just an actual vampire.

everything you think you know about it is human propaganda.

but we are real. we are everywhere.

then i feel sorry for you. i think you need help.

i swear, i’m telling the truth!

why would you reveal your true self to a human?

i had too. i wanted too.

well, now you’ll have to kill her/him/them.

she/he/they won’t tell anyone. she/he/they thinks I’m a headcase.

i didn’t ask for any of this.

you need to understand your new responsibilities.

what’s their relevance today? are they doing right now?

that’s for you to decide.

if i’m in charge, i want to shake things up.

we should be looking foward, not backward.

aren’t we breaking the covenant already by living with a vampire?

daemons giving birth to witches would be unheard of.

so, is there anything else i can help you with?

come on, i don’t bite.

what do you know of love?

i often thought about what i’d ask her if i ever met her.

i would just have to accept my fate.

i will be choosing you over everything else.

each element has its own threads, so we must discover your element.

regard the room with your witch’s sight and tell me what you see.

the others probably don’t even believe that i am a weaver.

they’ve never met your like before. nor have i.

most witches only have one element in their blood.

stay away from her/him/them. stay away from us both.

we will trouble you no further.

we don’t need to play happy families.

i’m in a city full of witches, and i still can’t find a teacher.

once you are family, i will protect you.

if the witches find you took blood without consent, you’ll be put to death.

we have a problem.

you have your hands upon someone that doesn’t belong to you.

there are old stories of witches with miraculous power.

we have been hunted down and forced into hiding.

i fulfilled that need, and i did it very well.

well, if you’d bewitched him, he would tell you anything.

listen to my heartbeat, [optional:name].

i just, i hadn’t put it together until now.

i will not tell a soul what I’ve seen up here, i promise.

i always told my students cities of the past would have smelled awful.

how am i supposed to protect you if you won’t share things with me?

where were you tonight?

i told you. i had people i had to reach out to.

i’ve never run scared from anything in my life.

i simply won’t take risks where your safety is concerned.

well, i’m not staying locked up in here.

i can’t follow in your footsteps.

so either you find me that witch, or i will go out there and find her myself.

you are the only one that i trust to do the job.

your punishment is death by beheading and fire.

that is a punishment suited for the 14th century, not the 21st!

what is this house trying to tell us?

you craved me… all this time. and you resisted.

i will give anything, anything that you want. anything, just save him/her/them!

your magic can’t save him/her/them!

can we please not pretend this is a social call?

the house doesn’t like it when we argue.

how on earth could anyone think that you’re, that you’re human?!

you’re hardly inconspicuous yourself.

you will never harm me. i’m not human, i’m powerful.

and you will never hurt me because you don’t want to; you can’t.

there’s so much we don’t understand.

i needed to step out for some air, and then BAM i was here.

do you think that you might have just time walked?

your magic works differently from my magic.

there’s nothing wrong with you, [optional:name]. there never was.

the spell was somehow tied to me, too.

i was half myself for years, and you didn’t say a thing.

did you know that i was spellbound?

only witches who were mad were ever spellbound. witches who hurt people.

we believe that you may have been spellbound.

does that mean the baby could be a witch?

do whatever it is you must to survive.

i will hunt down anyone who wishes to harm you, and i will kill them.

this is what happens to witches who don’t cooperate.

it did not escape their notice that you were powerful.

show me the power inside you, and i can teach you how to control it.

not every witch shows magical aptitude.

when you’re gone, my life will be over.

which means you’re likely, more than likely, to cast spells.

you think that lighting a fire and pouring some wine will help them?

what is it? what can you see?

beware the witch with the blood of the lion and the wolf.

speak to me or you will get no more of this.

do you know what you have just done?

your fight is now my fight.

if i do, they’ll be no turning back. you have to understand.

according to her, you’re a mix between superman and lancelot.

from this moment, we will always be one.

you keep away from them both.

if i could use my blood to save him/her/them, i would.

your life is fleeting compared with a vampire’s.

if you’re trying to frighten me away from your son/daughter, you failed.

the sooner you’re all wiped from the face of the earth the better.

do not come anywhere near me when I’m hunting. do you understand?

witch water. witch wind. it’s just more magic that my body can’t control.

leaving me isn’t the answer.

my magic started coming out when i met you.

stop. stop. why are you being like this?

you have no idea what i’m capable of.

why would anyone ever agree to that?

there were a lot more of us creatures back then.

what happens whenever creatures break it?

to my knowledge, it has never been broken.

what spell have you put on me?

that’s the first time i’ve seen you enjoying your magic.

we can only protect ourselves against humans and other creatures if we work together.

when a witch refused to plead, humans crushed them to death with weights.

your parents weren’t killed by humans. your parents were killed by witches.

you might have shown some consideration, [optional:name].

living without magic isn’t bad. i’ve survived without it.

it feels cold, like ice growing under my skin.

witch power is in your blood, it’s in your bones.

you were born to be a witch just as you were born to have [optional:haircolor] hair.

are you going to give the book to the vampire?

i’ve never felt so protective. over anyone.

you have to come to terms with it somewhere safe.

i’m going to deal with this myself.

what do you taste?

i can hear your witch’s blood moving in your veins.

when i touch your skin and it rushes to the surface.

i thought you knew about vampires. that’s why you invited me to dinner.

most legends about us were dreamed up by humans.

well, our hearts don’t beat. very often.

if any vampire is going to take her/his/their blood, it’s going to be me.

what the hell are you doing?

yes. we can be killed… if you try hard enough.

someone did something to you or you did it to yourself.

but if we created them, then we could uncreate them.

it could tell us how we created vampires.

you think whatever power i have, i should use.

i think at the very least you should try not to be frightened of it.

there are still plenty of creatures left in the world.

your friend isn’t here to give blood.

you need to calm down. your adrenaline is very high.

so you actually think it’s safe down here in the dark?

am i making you uncomfortable?

you don’t believe everything you read, do you?

how could people still be so ignorant?

some people still believe in witches, that magic is real.

i’m assuming you used more than magic to retrieve it.

it’s a warning. you need to be careful.

the witches cannot be allowed to have that information.

the reason i didn’t tell you is because we’re all in the dark.

some would want to use that to destroy us.

once the world was full of wonders, but it belongs to humans now.

we, creatures, have all but disappeared.

[oracuelum]

Between her index and middle finger she balances a cigarette. The curve of her jaw resting comfortably against the palm of her free hand. Lifting the cigarette to her lips Aleina inhales with a long and steady breath, savouring the tobaccos pleasantly bitter taste. As she exhales smoke floats out from either nostril. 

An odd thing about the smoke from this particularly cigarette, it’s colour is not a translucent grey as one may be used to  ― but instead a pale lavender. It swirls and dances in the air, the shapes it creates catching subtle but dazzling shimmer in the light. Before it submits to the air and vanishes into nothing.  With a sigh of satisfaction she stretches her neck, inadvertently drawing her gaze to the onlooker. Her eyes meet theirs and she sits upright with a roll of her shoulders.  “Would you like one?” The straightening of her fingers gestures to the cigarette still tucked between them. “You look like you need something to unwind. That, or you’re trying to kick the habit... in which case I am terribly sorry for tempting you.”

[oldmemesandhelpandthings-gone]

Knights and Royalty Starters

Starters for Royals and their knights, great for royalty AUs or royal canons. Change wording, diction, pronouns, etc as needed.

“Stay close to me, my liege.”

“Listen well, my knight.”

“Your wish is my command, your Majesty.”

“These roads have become awfully treacherous. You are wise to bring me.”

“I may be royal, but I’m not dainty, you know.“

“I can defend myself should we be separated.”

“One step out of line and his/her/their head comes off his/her/their shoulders.”

“It is my duty to defend you, not yours alone to defend yourself.”

“Negotiations may become dangerous.”

“I will defend your honor.”

⚔️ add your own!

[oracuelum]

“The throne had never been my desire. From the sidelines you see a great deal, the weight of a crown is heavy enough to put strain on the strongest of men. It did so to my father― and turned my brother bitter with greed and entitlement.” 

She pauses, her eyes go adrift. A moment lost to her own thoughts... a moment of remembering.  “It was never meant to be mine. But―fate has a strange way of weaving ones path.”

[betterwithoutyxu]

@amy-lee-imagines

[ruadrisresources]

Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

[oracuelum]

capitansalazar​:

Timeskip

He had loathed to put her back in bed, for she seemed so frail within the swathes of silk and mounds of pillows. Surely she would rather have been anywhere else than back in those same four walls, but she had needed rest.

And Armando had needed to avoid any more reasons to lock horns with her father. So, having lain Aleina down to sleep, the exhausted man had shuffled from the room to sit out in the hallway…

…

…He starts awake a few hours later at the sound of Aleina’s maid cleaning the halls. Armando shuffles and stretches, his back in knots from his awkward sleeping positions, and he rubs a hand over his face. Stubble grates at his palm, and he feels awfully unlike himself; grotty, his clothing creased, slow, and groggy.

But before Armando can think about going to make himself presentable, he has to check in on Aleina. There’s no debate or question of that as he gets to his feet and quietly paces to her room, trying to open the door as gently as he can so as not to wake her.

There was no awareness as she was placed into the comfort of her bed. Though she would not remember it upon waking, Aleina had dreamed of slipping beneath the waves... engulfed by the tide until she was lost in the depths. 

It would be the last time she would be graced by a peaceful sleep. 

A click of her bedroom door stirred her, sunlight warms her eyelids and she stretches where she lies. The rise and fall of her chest comes slow, gently against her otherwise still being. She’s on the edge of slumber again when a single thought crosses her mind  ―  Armando.

Jolting into consciousness her eyes snap open, aware and awake and squinting in the morning light. Immediately her gaze is drawn to the door. Aleina casts away the sheets, the bare soles of her feet meet the cool of of her bedroom floor and she’s up ― against the resisting ache of her body. “Armando!” 

She manages no more than few steps before will alone is not enough to keep her upright, falling into him. 

“You are home, gods I have missed you―you’re safe.” She is breathless as she speaks, holding him close.  A kiss upon his jaw, stubble prickling gently at her lips. 

[brucebannerramma]

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[oracuelum]

capitansalazar​:

“More than beautiful,” Armando replied, though he found his gaze had shifted from the sky to the woman nestled on his lap. “Ah, they are useful too.” He gave himself a quick mental shake, realigning his focus with the stars above. “The stars guide our maps, and when compasses fail, any good sailor can look up and navigate under their light. The moon controls the tide, but the stars build pathways through the water.”

He let them both fall into a comfortable silence for a while. The sky stained darker with each second that passed, the stars piercing ever brighter above them. But as the dark and quiet blanketed them, Armando became all-too aware of his own exhaustion. The doctor had been right – he needed rest as much as Aleina needed the comfort of the stars above to chase away her nightmares.

“…I suspect we might have words with your father tomorrow,” Armando said, running a hand over his weary face. “This petty display of power is causing damage I suspect he did not intend.”

    A soft murmur hums in the back of her throat, having neither the energy nor words to speak in that moment. Aleina listens to the softness of his voice, eyes trailing across the sky to every re-appearing star  – they were always there, of course. Outshined by the light of the sun, but with him here she felt as though she were seeing them for the first time in an age. 

  “He fears  – I will end up like my mother.” Aleina sighs, eyes falling closed. Fingers roam to find his where they entwine together. “Lost to her own sorrow...into oblivion.” 

   Vanmoriel, Aleinas mother. As a child her mother would tell stories of the stars, of endless eons and worlds, places and times. What little Aleina remembered of her centered around one thing, her mother had shined so brightly with life. With compassion and hope... how could darkness had snuffed that out. Stars were meant to thrive in darkness.

“Fallen star.”  “Mother would always call me her fallen star.”

Her chest deflates as she exhales, fighting the pull of slumber weighing heavy at her eyelids. While his presence soothed her there was still a sense of lingering dread. It sat deep within her chest, a quiet voice that echoed the whispers of those falling stars that had lead to her tormented delirium. 

They whispered of loss, tragedy. Doom and death It was an omen that clung to her last concious thoughts before she couldn’t resist anymore and fell asleep.

[oracuelum]

“I had thoughts of running away once.” Aleina begins, a pause follows with a sigh as the rolls the cup in her hand. Watches the gentle swirl of crimson liquid within it. “Of running away from Alfheimr, leave all the pillars of politics behind, and joining the Valkyrie. Oh — ” A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. Aleina leans back in her chair and raises the glass as though in a toast to something “ — how I craved for such gilded glory. An honour that was mine to earn, to build in sweat and blood, but it would be m i n e.”

[oracuelum]

There’s a silence between them, not uncomfortable but there lingers words waiting to be said. Eventually it is she that chooses to speak. “You are wondering about the markings on my face.”  She does not look to them as she speaks, the stoic intensity of her gaze remaining locked ahead. “You need only ask if you are curious.” With a tilt of her head her eyes flash to them, a look that is neither inviting nor cold.

[oracuelum]

oracuelum​:

The sleepness nights hang dark and heavy around her eyes. It had been a week, maybe more. A week of nights spent with her hands balled into fists, gripping desperately at sheets soaked with sweat. She would wake gasping for breath. The sensation of water in her lungs and her throat raw from screaming. 

“I’m fine.” She sighs, dismissing the others concern. ”Just… I’m tired.” Slumping down into the chair behind her, fingers come to rest against he temples and she exhales heavily. There’s a sense of despair about her, a cloud of dread that sits thick against her being —  and in her eyes, a swelling pool of fear and questioning.

“If you’re making coffee, throw an extra shot or two in mine. Please.”