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@prmisd
PRMISD. independent & highly selective original character. medium to low activity. no main verse, but plenty of side verses.
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yall know of any blonde haired ff bitches (affectionate) that could work for aelin ?
the thought of photoshopping the brand is what holds me back every time...
yall know of any blonde haired ff bitches (affectionate) that could work for aelin ?
GAUNTLETS LAY ON A NEARBY TABLE , calloused fingers gently weave through tendrils of hair. The recipient of his affection sits before him while he works. ❛ When I was young, ❜ reminisces Clive, ❛ I would do this all the time for my little brother. I've developed a bit of a knack for it. ❜
OPEN
FOR ONCE, THE DESIRE TO BITE & TO BARK IS ALL BUT EXTINGUISHED. all that remains is bone - weary weight & exhaustion, post - hunt tenderness — distant daughter daydreams quietly relented for this peace of mind. despite everything, she does have it in her to be polite. ' it's a blessing, perhaps, to have known you before everything. '
still reworking aelin to be a full xvi oc but hi
timeskip cursebreaker!aelin ...
somewhere on the continent of valisthea, aelin sits up in a cold sweat sensing something is very, very wrong.
aelin tacking on names like she has nothing better to do gets me every time like how many names do you NEED. aelin bàsvelgr highbridge ferch cidolfus eventually turns into aelin bàsvelgr highbridge telamon ferch clive but don't tell clive that it means "daughter of clive" because she'll smite the entire room rather than confess that's Dad
" eyes forward. " bite in voice --- not of venom ; thousand - sulfur eyes abloom in knowingness. " expecting a fair fight that won't come will get you killed. "
the daughter of death stirs — emerald - ringed - with - light depths snapping back to attention — hollowed under eyes rimmed exhaustion, defeat, resignation. the princess turned assassin turned rebel bears little resemblance to the before — cheek bearing the same symbol as those around her, hands stained with the same mortal ichor, soul carved by tragedy. aelin's fingers rest against her twinblade, against the ghost of her mother, as the memories stir — a reminder of weakness, deceit — how her frail, weak body had finally met its limits moments before cid had descended upon the valley & remembered her name, the silver lady. look ahead, never behind — for what remained of her memories could only be described as cruel & desolate.
aelin shakes her head. princess, assassin, daughter, soldier. the very foundations of her were all fighting one another — the different masks, the different roles — even now, glimpses of the future are obscured by whatever presence thinks they're the most correct. she's not certain she could ever return to that. to that kindness, to that process — to that softness that everyone else seems capable of showing ( even to her, no matter how criminal her behavior, how reactionary. ) she could not do it — would not do it. it isn't possible to return back to that sweet summer child, wind - blown tresses, bright eyes, picture image of her mother.
her father the king ynyr ap virion once settled his palm over her sunlight-spun tresses, heavy ornate rings tangling, fingers cupping—a weight to match the heaviness of the crystalline diadem that would someday sit upon her own head, her father's only heir—&sternly spoke to her," a ruler must never beg their comrades for aid, but barter for it. you must show strength. "but when the remains of their kingdom had come to the borders of sanbreque, outside of the high walls of oriflamme, cousin had looked upon cousin&denied him the kindness of greagor.
bàsvelgr rumbles deep inside her chest, black flame licking up her palms. remember who we are, his warmth urges — the voice of her mother, the voice of her father, corpse - like & hollow. if she cannot look back, she cannot hope to push forward — so with the last memory of their laughter, she moves heavensward. they've come to haunt her — embarrassingly, she's reminded of clive & his own struggles, his weakness, his perseverance — & how even he manages to withstand these fateful callings. eyes forward, lightning says — eva says — cid says. the weight of the lance is not enough to hold her back, to prevent her from channeling these rivers of blood — so without fear, aelin leaps to flee the voices calling out for her. it's a rush she'll never forget.
if she cannot be aelin bàsvelgr nox ynyr, then she will have to become the next best thing. sweet, hidden name — hidden princess no longer, but one of them. a rebel, a deceiver, a freed soul. to shed the chains that tried to prevent her from flying higher than the sun. truly, it was only a matter of time before she confessed it, accepted it — allowed it to be known to the world, to their people — to those pretty depths of her own heart.
aelin bàsvelgr highbridge ferch cidolfus catches the light in the palm of her hand — body bursting brilliant flame as priming rustles just beneath the skin, to the brilliance of the light. & with bàsvelgr's grace, she reaches the stars — comes barreling down hotter than a supernova, than a solstice, than an eclipse — with quiet pride. the training dummy splinters, the practice lance shatters — but aelin stands tall, heat billowing from her nostrils snake - like & charming — sparkling with infinite power, deserved.
" it never has to be a fair fight again. " she shrugs. " but this time, i'll have the advantage. "
tfw @prmisd says something out of pocket / @endaether
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GENERAL ❛ run! i'll hold them off for as long as i can. ❜ ❛ i can buy you some time. go, now! ❜ ❛ i cause this, and i'll be the one to fix it. no matter the cost. ❜ ❛ it's the only way! ❜ ❛ no matter what it takes, i won't let anything happen to you. ❜ ❛ i need to make this right. this is my only chance. ❜ ❛ i'll go through this so we have a chance. it's a risk worth taking. ❜ ❛ you're more important than me. so let me do this to save you. ❜ ❛ putting your needs ahead of mine is the only way i know. ❜ ❛ can't you see i'm trying to save you? ❜ ❛ i'll promise to keep you safe for as long as i can. ❜ ❛ you know i'd jump in front of a bullet for you, right? ❜ ❛ there are some people worth dying for ... ❜ ❛ i trusted you with everything, and this is how you repay me? ❜ ❛ i promise, i'm gonna do everything in my power to protect you. ❜ ❛ i'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove my worth to you. ❜ ❛ you don't have to sacrifice yourself for me. we're in this together. ❜ ❛ are you sure you want to give up your only chance at freedom? ❜ ❛ go! i'm not sure how much longer i can hold on ... ❜ ❛ forget about me and save yourself. please. ❜
LOVE / RELATIONSHIPS ❛ i love you, but you deserve better than what i can offer. ❜ ❛ your happiness means more to me than my own. ❜ ❛ i have to let you go, even if it breaks my heart. ❜ ❛ i'll support your dreams, even if it means letting go of mine. ❜ ❛ if this is truly what you need, i'll go. ❜ ❛ you're worth waiting for. no matter how long it takes until you come back. ❜ ❛ this is going against everything i stand for, but i'll do it for you. ❜ ❛ you will always have my unwavering support. ❜ ❛ your smile is worth the sacrifices i'm willing to make. ❜ ❛ sometimes, there are more important things than me. you, for example. ❜ ❛ i will always love you, but we're not good for one another. so i'm letting you go. ❜ ❛ you deserve to find happiness with someone who isn't as destructive as me. ❜ ❛ you will always be my first choice, but i know i'll never be yours, and that's okay. ❜ ❛ no matter what happens, you will always hold a special place in my heart. ❜ ❛ i'm gonna do whatever it takes to make you smile again. ❜ ❛ you make me wanna be better. you make me wanna be good. ❜ ❛ you don't have to sacrifice your dreams just to fulfill mine. ❜ ❛ if you don't want to be with me anymore, just say so and go. ❜ ❛ i won't let you make any more decisions for me! ❜ ❛ remember, i'm doing this because i love you. ❜
❛ You missed. ❜
@prmisd gets a one-liner <3
" i'm sure had i singed those glorified strings of yarn you call chest hair from your flesh, all the serving girls & nosy little lads would ne'er look at you again. " sure, aelin. " i did you a kindness. " well, he technically asked for it. this fireball doesn't miss.
Absentmindedly knocks his knuckles against the kids shoulder.
exasperation snuffs out similar to flame — inescapable disquiet easily marred by how desperately aelin attempts to stand apart. why has she become such a recalcitrant child? is it not enough to be loved, to be freed? to be valued? or is it, that despite all, there is still a part of her that wishes to return home ( once upon a time, there was a princess who waited in elegant doorframe, hair-crowned braid pinned high & bright — wide innocent gaze highlighted by color - washed surroundings / a princess who used to run barefoot through lilac - flowered hills & picked heart - shaped blossoms — who sat among the rich green leaves, flowers placed in mussed hair, laughter still chiming in open - skied air. ) compared to that dream, who is she now? an attack dog that bites. a sick hound that guards its resources — bares its yellowed teeth, snarl - drool caught on dusk pink lips — shattered recollection of what the body beneath its paws used to mean to it. a beast that was once a child now forced to grow — where no amount of pressed powder can disguise the brand that reminds all of what she is. & the sickening part of it all is that she isn't even that much different from clive.
a little younger, a little bolder — a ton more resentful. inelegant in rage. a secret to the world. she's heard of how he went home, how they recognized him, gifted him leathers & hopes & memories — & what is left of her own home swallowed by the blight? perhaps it is jealousy that rushes through her wan cheeks upon seeing him, a new kind of frustration, despair, blinding light remorse. if aelin is to go home to her kingdom of ash, there is nothing there that awaits her — no cousins, no maids, no doting citizens — just more & more piles of corpses who dare ask the question, why did you get to live when so many of us did not? it is a strange concept to feel guilt for her garish behavior. no one ever tires of her mother the way that they grow tired of her — no honor for the beauty that she is slowly growing into — no recognition of what little charm she can manage to muster up by staying silent & offering little more than charming smiles. aelin reckons she's made more enemies than allies in the hideaway with her tantrums & violent outbursts, but in her tender heart of hearts, she is still the same little child who was crawled into her father cid's lap & felt the barest hint of a kiss against the crown of her head.
aelin bàsvelgr nox ynyr does not say i'm sorry, clive.
she allows herself to be jostled by his touch yet remains there all the same, cradled by a crushing wave of allowance that she does not know how to accept — that she, in all her usefulness to those she has helped save & those who couldn't, has never thought to be deserving of. her bottom lip wobbles dangerously — eyes stinging, honey brewing at the rim — humiliation bubbling as she tries to fight back against it — but this gentleness is almost enough to snap the taut bowstring tension of her back & introduce her to collapsing. clive might never understand how longing she is of his station, how she seeks the same star he has sought, how she wishes for a companion of her own — the memory of a cousin who had grown up with her the same way that jill had grown with him — & knows that there is no joy in this lifetime awaiting her. only revenge & resolution, for her father, for her mother, for the people who had died as they begged the king of sanbreque to help. she can never be that girl who looks brightly to clive's return — could never greet him welcome home after a long journey — because she herself has somewhere she must go, somewhere she must be, somewhere she must hide. that girl died in aerile with the flowers.
instead, she lifts her leather gloved fist & punches it against the center of his chest without looking, without admitting defeat — before shouldering her twinblade.
“ THANKS—I like these... ˮ A rather tense atmosphere was diffused ( like a balloon ) as a memory bubbles from LIGHTNING's mind. Late afternoon in Bodhum with Serah as they enjoy eating the fruits their mother peeled for them. “ You can have some of my water—here...ˮ She offers.
aelin's sideways glance is unapologetically cutting. the ability to be kind seems to nearly evade her, although she does finally budge — reluctantly taking lightning's flask & cleaning the mouthpiece with a clean spot on her tunic. " thanks. " clipped, frigid — though carefully defrosting. " i figured it would be harder to push forward on an empty stomach, so … "
THE AUDACITY OF THIS CHILD NEVER FAILS to astound. They marinade in their teenage angst, seemingly taking the silence to either reminisce, or choose their words very wisely. However, in the short time he has known Aelin, they have never done the latter. Like a wolf on the hunt, her calculating gaze is latched to its distant prey - a smudge of fire light; a substantial cluster of white tents. Even from the peak of their crest, the clanking of metal on metal could be heard, armor rustling as carefree soldiers mingle amongst themselves. A boom of laughter penetrates the still night air. Like any uncontested predator, there was no concern about the shadows, and what may be lurking within.
Wyvern sits near the flames- a whetstone to his already sharpened blade- sleep evades him. The soldiers keep their distance; well-known that any who cross the beast are destined for the infirmary. Even branded eye the Lieutenant's Dog warily, their hands kept close to their chest, their eyes down if he deigns to acknowledge them. These lonely nights are all he knows, seldom disturbed by any friendly faces. Wyvern waits, and waits, and--
Her spitfire command knocks Clive from the memory, and before he has time to talk sense into the teen, in typical Aelin fashion, she dives headfirst into danger. You're going to get yourself killed, the words halt in his throat, clenched teeth barring them from escape. Already gone, they would only draw attention to the night. A poke of a stick to a wasps nest. Another sigh, his gauntlet finds the course fur of his loyal animal companion - never too far behind him. Nearly inaudible, Clive whispers his orders. ❛ Go now, boy. We will see you here before sunrise. ❜ If we make it through the night. With great haste and without complaint, the intelligent hound disappears into the dusk; not a sound following in his wake.
And, just like the foolish child, Clive plunges down after her. Thankfully, it did not take long to catch up with them. A protective hand lands on the top of their head, pushing them down and out of the way of a sudden sight line; a [admittedly drunk] guard stumbling around the outskirts of the camp. Maybe the two idiots stood a chance after all.
❛ You're not doing this alone, ❜ whispers Clive once the guard was out of earshot, his heavy hand lingering against her thick skull. ❛ I know these camps; I've sparred with these monsters countless times. Without me, this mission will only end with disaster. ❜ Yesterday, he would have been the merciless blade she crossed. Today, he would prove himself the beast they all feared him to be.
you may know my name, but you will never know my story. she was born aelin bàsvelgr nox ynyr, daughter & cupbearer to king ynyr ap virion, made in the image of his lady wife nest ferch xiao, inheritor of vast power & strength — & she was not afraid, not now, not anymore. those sanbreque beasts who had refused — who had met desperation with cruelty — would not recognize her name, but they would recognize her blade, but as she begins to remove mask & leather, something amiss does begin & forward frustration flings itself further — dignity stripped of this reunion as clive fucking rosfield slithers forth from the ash, truly a creature made of nightmare. annoyingly wide fingers fist themselves in the thickness of her hood, crushing her — & it takes all her self - control to not spin around & foist herself into clive's shoulder, mission to save those she admires be entirely damned.
what had been the intention before? slipping through the night, slaying evil men in their sleep, tricking them with only the wiles of a young girl — a silent assassin honed by his majesty ( you are the last of your people & they are waiting for you. ) how many throats has she slit in this lifetime? how many more? the least of her concerns, she reckons — as bàsvelgr quietly shudders to life beneath her flesh, rippling & majestic beast, the taste of blackflame on her tongue.
deft fingers cruelly warp around his — pressure applied as a reminder, a threat, a sincere promise. there is a sneer across her face — if he could acknowledge it, sense it even ( that this precious rose has trampled armies beneath her feet at command, swirling draconic flame huffed out of thin button nose. ) this infantilization is nearly an overwhelming insult — would be, if the hulk of his presence were not already a prime irritant. " i ought not be surprised all your power has gone to your head. " venomous, decaying — teeth sinking deep — insult to injury — as though his interruption is not enough. " with or without you, the mission goes as i had planned it. how atypically self - centric of you. " at once, there is an immediate shift — & self - reliance boosts, sweet bàsvelgr's grace — as his kindness is met with violent indifference.
it would have been easy to stroll in the midst of their strange camp, a young woman seemingly unattended & without weaponry — but now there is a hulking creature breathing down her neck & worse, the budding of her own power frightens her ( lightning strikes in pale blue vein. ) yet she could not be so easily discarded — not so easily replaced, misremembered, forgotten as easily as the kingdom she once watched burn to ash — these men in their armor would not recognize her as aelin bàsvelgr nox ynyr, no more than cid's own people, but she would make them. quietly, gracefully, she shoves his giant hand back at him & ponders how much energy it would take to rapture this camp without hurting those she held dear — something she bit her tongue to keep to herself. for once.
the peel of the clementine comes away easily & sticky juice clings to nails — to forearm, to chin. the delicacy inside is healthy — & a peace offering, though she does not acknowledge it with her gaze. " take it or don't. "
@prmisd | regarding this.
sharp - tucked huff, catching in her throat in aggravation. minimal in release, but still there. a gaze finds her child && cants crown expectantly. ❝ do you intend to condemn clive for the rest of your days? he is a good man — much as you rake him across the coals. ❞
" that rake hasn't been across the coals enough, if you needs ask me. " oh, the sweet sound of it — pristine choler perches on serpentine tongue ( inexorable emnity continues to radiate in heart - shaped hollows. ) from porcelain to steel — girldom like razors, like requital — blossoms radiantly in the shape of her. predator teeth glint. " but you didn't — & are a woman grown. i did not realize my insight on the matter held much weight. ”