elain archeron

[promiseofspring]

#PROMISEOFSPRING   an  independent  and  private  rp  blog  for  elain  archeron  from  𝖆  𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙  𝖔𝖋  𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖘  𝖆𝖓𝖉  𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘  series. anti sjm.  sporadic  to  low  activity.  mature  themes  will  be  present, 21+ ONLY:  minors  do  not  follow.  multi-fandom,  crossover  and  oc  friendly  !  portrayal  is mixed canon but mostly headcanons ! ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ  ʙʏ  ɴɪɴᴀ,  30,  she/her,  timezone GMT+10.

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[of-wine-and-blood]

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out? [ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on. // for lucien if you're still stressed out over exams??????? GOOD LUCK!

[ TXT ] : nope. that was autocorrect AND wrong number.

[ TXT] : why? do you want to sneak out??

[promiseofspring]

[TXT]: you know Nesta will kill you right

[TXT]: and I wanna watch

[TXT]: where are we going????

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(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

good morning friends! im feeling pretty good about my pace so far catching up on things (slow but sure this time!!), just gonna focus on writing what i can to ride this hiiiiiiiigh.

im also starting to think that maybe its the email i use for discord that i forgot sooooo im gonna continuously (and carefully) try to login to my discord soon and start chatting again with everyone 🩷🩷 I MISS YOU ALL I HOPE EVERYONE’S BEEN WELL!!! happy pride month x

[flowerytale]

Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours”

[afterdecay]

he'd been lying in wait for her. a rare moment in which oberyn has remained in their shared bed (a bed actually not often shared, for he's a wild spirit), already propped up with pillows behind him and wide away – basking in the sunlight slipping through the curtains.

it wasn't an accusation, really. he simply meant to poke fun just a bit. allow her to see that he does pay her mind. recent conversations both with she and others have opened his eyes – he's not been the most fair husband. he'd finally parted ways with his paramour just a week prior and has decided he will be a more devoted husband.

but they're still strangers to one another. he sees the olive branch extended his way as she approaches the edge of the bed and in turn he moves closer, but notes how she hesitates to touch.

where she stops, he continues. his hand delicately claims hers, turning her palm over for his cheek to rest against. with a subtle turne of his head, his lips brush against her inner wrist while maintaing eye contact. 

❝ i'm well – i simply wished to spend time with my wife. ❞ he moves to stand, coming around to the edge of the bed where he stops before her and holds his hand out. ❝ if it is not too late? ❞

[promiseofspring]

Elain’s hand goes stiff to his unfamiliar touch, relaxing only when her palm is pressed against his cheek. Oberyn’s warmth radiates from his skin to hers, and she feels it travel further than it should . . . as though it has found something in her that she's kept quiet since their betrothal. Her lips part to question, but the brush of his against her pulse makes the words leave her as quickly as morning mist in Sunspear. 

It is truuuuly a wonder . . . which to blame for the thundering of her heartbeat: the way his eyes remain locked on hers throughout, or his offer that followed? She can barely believe her own ears. Elain had made her peace with his continuous absence — so much so that she meticulously planned her days around it. That includes today, but —

“ — only if you wish to come with me to the gardens, ” she answers, finally taking his hand. Evident from the dirt beneath her nails, the garden has been hers these past few months and she is not entirely certain she wishes to share it.

Elain is not so mindless as to be unaware of Oberyn’s moniker and what it meant. But she also knows enough about gardening to understand, despite herself, the sheer dedication it would require to study a plant in its entirety, even for the worst of purposes. To know a plant by sight, nature and what it's capable of takes a particular kind of patience. She wonders briefly, if he still has it, “ Shall we? ”

[flamesofday]

Drinks with Cassian had proven a great distraction, it had given him enough of a buzz that the aching sensation of another solstice that he had been ignored. His gift apparently unopened. Lucien had stepped out of the shower when he felt the first tug at the bond, so faint Lucien is sure that it is an accident. It is when he is dressed and hair damp that the second pull happens, this time it feels almost....urgent, as if something had set her fleeing and she sought him out. The haze of alcohol had his heart thumping, one pull was...well it could be an accident but two?? Lucien tugged on the worn black leather boots, his dark trousers and a loosen linen sleeping shirt. He had intended to sleep off the drink, but that humming thread and pull wouldn't leave him alone. He just had to make sure she was okay.

The hallway was faintly lit, making each and every one almost identical to the last. Lucien rounded a corner, startled as a warm and shorter body collided with his own. His hands gripped around her elbows to steady them both, surprise etching onto his features as he stared down at large brown doe eyes. "Elain?" His voice was rough and warm, and while still faintly intoxicated, he didn't smell like it. Instead the shower had given his scent of smoke and wood a fresh wash, clinging to every inch of his frame. "Are you okay, what happ—" He can smell it then, the faint scent of Azriel on her, the way it is so faint but there. A knot forms in his throat, his gaze narrowing as he assess her with a quick glance. She looked alright physically, aside from the obvious signs something had distressed her. Her face looked puffy, and if he wasn't mistake...she looked on the verge of tears. "Elain" He isn't sure why her name slips easier off his tongue, but it is softer, calmer than he should of been in the moment. "...You pulled at the bond, are you okay?"

@promiseofspring

[promiseofspring]

Try as she might to push away the images of what had happened between her and Azriel not more than an hour ago, Elain cannot stop his words from echoing in her mind, he might as well still be standing in front of her: This is a mistake. 

Elain's head continues to spin, her eyes sting, and she would very much like to reach her room before anyone catches her or worse, starts asking questions. She tries not to think about the look on Azriel’s face when he said it, or the necklace she has just left behind. She tries not to think about anything except one question she cannot silence: for once, what would not be a mistake?

Elain quickly shoves that thought down and hurries her pace. But in that small reprieve of trying to not think about anything at all, it occurs to her she has forgotten entirely, amidst all that chaos, that Lucien is staying in the house tonight. She had been so consumed with not being seen by Azriel on her way back that she had not once considered —

Surely he would be asleep, occupied elsewhere, anywhere other than —

Elain nearly bounces when she collides into something solid. Strong hands are quick to catch her while her own betrays her conscience and lands on Lucien’s arms — if only for a moment, to steady herself from the unexpected collision.

“ I am well, ” she answers curtly. Her hands leave him, though she doesn’t move to free herself from his. Even as he continues to look at her with eyes that have no business seeing as clearly as they do, saying that word again — as if it is not the very last thing she wanted to talk about. 

Her eyes still sting, but she ignores them. “ Do you do everything 'the bond' tells you? ”

[percyfraser]

HANNAH DODD photographed by Mei Tao for Netflix

[narniianblood]

“ i want you to promise me: no more climbing. ”

his patience, usually reserved for very few, remains strangely steady around @promiseofspring, and he knows the reason all too well. they were, in many ways, two sides of the same coin. put simply, as much as he'd rather direct his attention toward someone who doesn't remind him of himself, he doesn't mind when she tests it. he never has a bad time. . . most of the time.

fingertips brush the scrape that cuts from his temple down to his cheek. it's red and angry, and for a moment he's certain he must look utterly sheepish in elain's eyes. perhaps letting his ego have its fill that morning -- showing off by swinging steel and leaping from branch to branch at his grown age -- hadn't been the wisest decision after all.

“ i am no child, ” it is little more than a mindless protest. “ in fact, i am well past the age of being lectured, wouldn't you say? ”

[promiseofspring]

Elain had watched Edmund jump from branch to branch with an energy she thought similar to that of a young boy who’d never learned of caution, thinking it reckless . . . yet oddly charming. The freedom of it all (and her own lack thereof, but that's neither here nor there) endeared her.

Just as she’d allowed herself to let go of formalities . . . just as her smile had finally given way to a laugh (she nearly asked to join him, might she add!), she hears the thud. By the time she reached him, an angry red gash had already split skin on the King's face.

Elain's answer starts with a disapproving hum, knowing well that there's no point in debating the King . . . though she can't quite talk herself out of how terribly good fun it might be to try! So she adds: “ — yes certainly, your Grace . . . — I hadn't realised this is what maturity looks like. ”

She leans forward to inspect the cut more closely, just to see how deep it runs. Her stomach turns, blood always makes her feel squeamish. “ Curious — do you think you’re well past the age of being mended too? ” 

[promiseofspring]

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

coming back from my cave to send everyone here love and i miss you's !!!!!! hate me but i had to lock in on life -- had a bunch of things going on at the same time, i SUCK at planning and was quite frankly overwhelmed with it all too much to even start writing or go online to talk. 🥲 but anw im living in a new city and winter is colder here soooooo im gonna try this writing thing again.......... ps i forgot my discord password pls hold slkjklsdjas

[didanagy]

BRIDGERTON (2020-)

PEN, FRANCESCA AND JOHN

4.02 Time Transfixed

[promiseofspring]

me watching bridgerton s4 for benophie but also can't unsee elain in francesca:

ALSO ME, TEARY EYED WHENEVER SOPHIE IS ON SCREEN 😭😭

[promiseofspring]

my upskill course for work made me hyperfixate and miss my oc from ten years ago . . . so now i made an oc child to bring her back ( +1 companion) !!

Will get a proper promo soon but im counting on you 🫵 to promo me 🫵 by writing with me there 🥺 ✍️

im still feeling scatterbrained here with my ups and downs but im hoping my OC will help get me motivated again to tidy things up, catch up on drafts and such and such! elain is still my baby 🥺

[promiseofspring]

hi  !!!  im  not  gone  i  am  simply  tired  :3  i'm  doing  a  course  for  work  to  upskill  and  its  used  my  brainpower  sooo  i've  been  rewatching  welcome  to  derry  after  work  for  dick  hallorann  instead  of  writing  bcs  chris  chalke  is  sooo  fine  😭  i'll  be  working  on  shorter  threads  tonightttt  💓  i also have these prompts always open for new moots who wants to interact. hope  everyone's  having  a  good  day!

[promiseofspring]

no joke its so hot here you can cook an egg outside IM SCREAMING thats 109 degrees fahrenheit for my american friends

[m-zdnmh-deactivated20260327]

and sometimes against all odds, against all logic, we hope.

[dreamlightmagicgarden]

Must  the  garden  suffer  with  you?

Easy answer would be yes. The court reflecting the mental state of the High Lord didn't seem too wild of a concept for him, but there was more to that than simply him not wanting it to be taken care of. Leaving everything to grow wild, untamed was also a reflection on how Tamlin saw the state of his home. No one seemed to care anymore, no one seemed to see. There was a time he was proud of it all, each bloom, each vine, but now….

They had come into his home and trashed everything. And he had no strength to clean up the mess anymore.

— They are not dying, they are just left to fend for themselves. It's a new chapter of this court, and it reflects what's been happening as of late.

At least, what he thought it was. Maybe there was beauty in the wilderness, he was starting to learn how to see it.

— What is it to you? You must have as many gardens as you please there. I'm sure your mate wouldn't want you to be unhappy without one. — Tamlin replied. He remembered when Feyre told him about her sisters, and that this was the one who had a passion for plants.

[promiseofspring]

Elain’s nose crinkles at the mention of her mate; the word still foreign and unwanted in her ears. Though many, many months have passed since the Cauldron had rewritten the trajectory of her life forever, it grates her still. More than she cares to admit.

Is that all she is, then, to others? Just someone’s mate? 

How difficult is it, truly, to call Lucien by his name? Tamlin is his friend, is he not? Or is that title as flimsy as all the others these days?

Elain turns her head away from the High Lord of Spring, unwilling to grant him the satisfaction of witnessing her displeasure, though she suspects it stains her features all the same.

“ None of those gardens are mine, ” Elain answers a tad too sharply than what the gentlest Archeron would usually allow herself. She moves towards a nearby rose bush overtaken by decay and neglect. “ They all belong to Rhysand and Feyre . . . no matter how many times they tell me otherwise. ”

A hand reaches out to gently brush against wilted petals, “ If you cannot honour them with the care they deserve — then perhaps you should leave them to someone who will. ”

[nixscriptum]