daughter of starlight.

[star1ightheir-a]

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹. mutuals only & headcanon based take on the younger sister of the high lord of the night court from sjm's acotar series – 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ( mal / 30+ / cst )

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[star1ightheir-a]

moving asteria to a sideblog attached to @f1ameheir ! will post when done !

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

[star1ightheir-a]

askbox : @sunsetstained ( balthazar )

love was a foreign concept.      not in the ways of how a brother loved a sister , nor a mother their child   —   but the true burning love a person shared for a stranger.      semblance of such emotion had rarely , if ever , been perceived between her own mother and father the high lord of the night court.      they two vastly different hearts tied together solely because fate deemed it so through the mating bond.      it was a concept she spent many years questioning not just to herself but her brother and even her mother.      answer never striking true , but words her mother had ingrained within her through her wonder did.      follow who your heart calls to even if the bond does not.      whereas that did bring hope that one day asteria would find the person her heart called for , it did not quell the anxiety of feeling such powerful emotions towards one singular person.      and after everything that had transpired with hybern , two hundred years of her life now forfeit to imprisonment , all she had lost , it only became more of a fearful feat in her eyes.      because where as her heart may call to a person , the love being true , it also opened up the ability for a new sort of pain had the person be ripped away.      a pain she felt the night she watched her mother die.

so she feared it.      tucked that hesitation away alongside the many others she carried with her.      and such feat would have been simple had it not been for meeting balthazar.      the illyrian warrior whom she had grown close to over the months , had seen asteria not as the high lord's sister but as her own person.      

❛   you can fall in love. someone will catch you.   ❜

speaking to him had been as easy as breathing.      her past , the title that hung over her head like a waiting blade ready to fall   . . .   none of it mattered.      she simply was.      and that made the fear only heighten.      clearly from the way he speaks now , his tall frame peering down to her , her cover had momentarily dropped.  ❛   it’s not the fall that scares me.   ❜      clarity and truth shines as she speaks from beside him.      the bite of the approaching winter air beginning to consume the illyrian camp aiding in keeping her from delving too far into her mind , nor leaving the warmth he provided.      ❛   it’s the fear that they may catch me and one day won’t be there to keep me upright any longer.  ❜

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE LOVE HYPOTHESIS *  assorted dialogue from the book by ali hazelwood, some lines reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.

i wish you could see yourself the way i see you.

i do reserve the right to comment on your abysmal taste in men.

maybe i am unloveable.

i'll annoy you all the time.

not having a life comes in handy sometimes.

there will only be one bed.

it doesn't matter what it says.

how many times have you done this?

i'd rather buy you anything else.

what you have now, it will have to be enough.

maybe you just pull out the best in me.

i am very happy to pay for however much sushi you want to eat.

to be fair, i don't like people in general.

you probably don't like ice cream anyway.

you just had to go and make me fall for you. you absolute ass.

my favorite color is green, after all.

you don't seem to remember that we first met years ago.

i'm going to kill you if you say another word about the woman i love.

you can fall in love. someone will catch you.

did you just kiss me?

i'll come find you, and i'll take care of you.

expiration dates are for the weak.

i like no one, absolutely no one, but i liked you from the start.

is there anything i can do for you?

is there something you need? name it?

if i have it, it's yours.

what does it really say?

this might be inappropriate but... you are extraordinary.

you've clearly never seen a rom-com or read a romance novel in your life.

i know it's scary, being vulnerable, but you can allow yourself to care.

what do i always tell you?

[name], are you okay?

you mean you've done this before?

i asked if i could kiss you, and you said yes.

i'm pretty sure i heard you say yes.

i'm so glad i finally scrounged up the courage to ask you out.

he was a prick.

how did you convince him?

we could never do that.

people who date, they... talk. a lot. more than just greetings in the hallway.

a good kiss will do that. it makes a girl forget herself for a while.

my heart may be broken, but my brain is doing just fine.

sounds like fun, no?

i am going to take care of this.

i've never been surer of anything.

that is going to have to be enough.

i think that somewhere along the way i forgot that i was something.

this is my life now.

maybe one day you'll even let me tell you.

don't tell them anything until we get you a lawyer.

what kind of question was that?

yes, i'm an insensitive ass.

it's hard to stick around without a good reason to do so.

i have a question. a specific research question.

i don't trust anyone else to do it.

we should go get our flu shots.

it will be fine, [name]. and it not, at least it will be over.

a heart will break even more easily than the weakest of hydrogen bonds.

i have access to your google calendar.

if you don't want to hang out with me, you can just be honest.

pay attention, sweetheart.

why do you keep saying that?

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T SAY MUCH *  assorted dialogue for the person who doesn't say much and the person trying to talk to them, adjust as necessary

FOR THE PERSON WHO TALKS A LOT.

i heard you speak.

why don't you ever want to talk to me?

you can understand me.

are you at least going to ask me my name?

you could at least say thank you.

i just saved your life.

you spoke to them! why won't you speak to me?

are you going to say something back?

let's just stand here in awkward silence.

feels like i'm talking to myself half the time.

you don't have a lot to say.

could you at least tell me your name?

great conversation.

i'll do all the talking.

i think i'm owed an explanation.

will you please answer me?

could you at least give me a yes or no answer?

not a fan of talking, huh?

you don't have to talk if you don't want to.

i guess you don't owe me a thing.

i'm just going to call you [nickname] for now, until i learn your real name.

i know you can understand me.

where are you going?

you can't just leave me here!

what do you want me to do while you're gone?

feels like i'm talking to a wall.

i'm just going to pretend you said yes to that.

did you just huff?

don't roll your eyes at me.

if you'd just tell me what it is you want...

this would go a lot smoother if you communicated with me.

you don't work well with strangers.

if i knew what you needed, i'd help.

believe it or not, i want to help you.

this would be so much easier if i had your name.

FOR THE PERSON WHO DOESN'T TALK MUCH.

not now.

get behind me.

not yet.

wait.

stay here.

is that it?

you're welcome.

stop talking.

not interested.

are you done?

i have nothing to say.

talking is a waste of time.

i let my actions speak for themselves.

stop that.

nice try.

go.

get out of here.

you're being loud.

that's enough.

i don't like people.

words are useless.

see that?

you don't need my name.

get lost.

no more.

i'll handle it.

not this again.

leave me alone.

i don't like strangers.

just call me [nickname].

[bluetiefling]

#mood

[star1ightheir-a]

dusting off this blog . . . who wants to write ?

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PEOPLE WHO AREN'T USED TO KINDNESS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

what are you doing?

i can handle that myself, you know.

you didn't have to go out of your way to take care of me.

i'm not used to this. this caring thing.

thank you. don't ever do that again.

i thought you hated me, to be honest.

i didn't ask you to love me!

no one's ever actually just... sat down and listened to me.

i didn't think people like you existed.

is this normal for you? going out of your way like this?

i told you i had it handled. you didn't have to bother.

i... should probably thank you for that.

i don't know what to say. this has never happened before.

wait, that's mine. you fixed it?

you did all of this... for me?

that was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.

i'm kinda at a loss for words.

i wasn't expecting this from you.

you did all this for me?

i had it under control.

when did this happen?

how long were you planning this?

i'm not sure what to say. i'm not used to this.

i owe you one.

that was... very kind of you. thank you.

i'm just not used to people going out of their way to help me.

usually people just look the other way, but you actually care.

this is weird. is this what caring about someone feels like?

i could have handled it.

this must have taken you forever to arrange. and you did it all for me?

it would be easier in the long run if we went our separate ways.

i hate being in other peoples' debts.

i didn't want this to happen.

people around me don't last very long.

i feel like i'm screaming and screaming and no one hears me.

i'm in your debt.

how did you find that? i lost that ages ago.

you actually... listened to me?

no one's ever paid attention.

no one's ever put that much time in effort into something for me.

when did i say that?

i didn't ask you to care about me!

i'm easily missed. people don't pay attention to me.

i'm invisible most of the time.

it's easier for people to look the other way.

do you do this often? help people?

i'm surprised you're still here.

if you're expecting something in return, forget about it.

you came back?

why do you care about me so much?

i'm a lost cause. you should just forget about me.

what's the use? there's no point.

i don't even celebrate my birthday. no one cares.

you can't just make someone care about you.

i thought you left.

what is it about me that has you so worked up?

you're making a big deal out of nothing.

thanks for patching me up.

you... brought this here for me?

but i didn't ask for this! i didn't ask for any of this!

stop smiling at me like that.

[duskdivined]

the glamour of fashion in velaris was like nothing she had ever seen before; it was nothing she had ever seen before. but despite her appreciation for it’s beauty, nesta had never managed to wear any of the popular styles for more than a few minutes at a time. she had always felt too exposed and quickly changed into dresses with a higher neckline and fuller sleeves to maintain a semblance of modesty. feyre and the other females in the night court never looked anything but elegant in their outfits, but she hadn’t been able to reveal that much of herself. in part, her hesitation came from being unable to accept that she was now part of this world – but it also stemmed from a desire to keep herself as concealed as possible ( body and mind ). 

yet something had changed when she began to dress earlier in the evening. the eldest archeron realised that she didn’t feel quite as opposed to looking like one of them. like perhaps she belonged. after just a few moments of sorting through one of the untouched wardrobes in the house of wind she set her sights and heart upon a sparkling dress, onyx in fabric form, with a hint of amethyst woven through. it covered her collar bones, but bared her toned arms and back in a way that felt surprisingly freeing. 

even as she approached her sister, she realised that she didn’t feel self conscious about her appearance. not until she noted asteria’s gaze on her – beautiful yet haunted in a way that drew her in to sit by her side. her words, free of malice, stop her in her tracks and nesta’s heart sinks. she can still remember when they lost their fortune; when everything in their home had been plucked by the vultures in their village, and how it felt to see old acquaintances wearing her clothes. it felt like they were walking around in her own corpse. It’s a feeling she wouldn’t wish on anybody. 

“rhysand must not have realised but i found them in the house of wind earlier today…” there’s no doubt in her mind that the high lord didn’t realise his sister’s old dresses were lingering in her new home; even with the worst of their bygones buried she’s certain she’s the last person he’d like to see in asteria’s clothes. “i didn’t know they were yours, but we can get them washed tomorrow and return them – the others too, if you’d like to come and pick them out?” the house would help her sort them into a case, and she’d transport them herself if nobody would winnow them for her. 

[star1ightheir-a]

the drop in the former’s expression at asteria’s statement reiterates to the younger sibling how wrong her comment had been taken.      whereas the gown that seemed to fit nesta to perfection , as if their two forms were one in the same , did call upon the far and few in between memories that did not rattle her into a restless night , there was no way in which asteria would ever hold anger towards her for wearing it.      (   nor , upon seeing the vacant backing that highlighted the other's spine , would wish for it back.   )      and in a strange way , it made asteria’s smile grow from soft to full seeing the other within it.      for it would be a shame in itself for such a beautiful gown to be tossed aside and become home to webs and dust.

❛   no , no   . . .   ❜      lightness fills her voice.      a calm that she knew still caused a cautious eye from her brother’s here and there.      she knew , knew from how they watched her.      but even now as the eyes of the three she can feel resting upon her , her head simply turns from their gaze to provide nesta her utmost attention.      ❛   you keep them.   ❜

grabbing the goblet from the table before her , her own gown’s deep violet sleeves that came to an end where her wrist met her hand brushing along the all familiar table , it’s only then does she move her eyes from the gray - blue’s that stuck so vividly against the many others.      the tales that must hide behind those colors are ones that she craves to ask , but not now.      now was a simple family dinner of sorts.      and she had all the time in the world now.      ❛   as beautiful as they are , i don’t want them.      who that person was that wore them and who i am now , they are not the same.   ❜      the aching in her back where her muscles still tried to flutter the once beautiful wings a hollow reminder of such person.      ❛   but i would be devastated if they went to waste.      and if you do like them , i can show you more later.      i have a whole secret stash i am sure rhysand has never even heard whispers about.   ❜

[mcflymemes]

PORTAL 2 PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 2011 video game, adjust as necessary

when life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade! make life take the lemons back! get mad! i don't want your damn lemons!

best case scenario, you might get some superpowers. worst case, some tumors.

science isn't about why. it's about why not.

the next test is very dangerous.

before the wright brothers invented the airplane, anyone wanting to fly everywhere was required to eat 200 pounds of helium.

to help you remain tranquil in the face of almost certain death, smooth jazz will be deployed in three... two... one.

please disregard any undeserved compliments.

all right, i've been thinking.

what am i supposed to do with these?

do you know who i am?

oh, i like this guy.

he says what we're all thinking.

you can head on back to your desk.

well, this is the part where he kills us.

hello. this is the part where i kill you.

i know you.

no! i'm not listening! i'm not listening!

you're lying!

you're not just a regular moron. you were designed to be a moron.

i am not! a moron!

now who's a moron?

could a moron do that?

i can't see it though. maybe it fell off.

do you want to go and have a quick look?

are you alive? that's important. should have asked that first.

i'm going to work on the assumption that you're still alive.

i'm just going to wait for you up ahead.

i'll wait one hour.

brilliant! go team!

i think we can put our differences behind us.

hi. so. how are you holding up?

good, that's still working.

here are the test results.

you are a horrible person.

i'm serious. that's what it says.

we weren't even testing for that.

don't be alarmed, all right?

good work getting this far.

i wish i could take it all back. i honestly do.

i'm in space.

if i were ever to see her again, do you know what i'd say? i'd say "i'm sorry." sincerely.

i am sorry. i was bossy and monstrous... and i'm genuinely sorry.

you made it through! well done!

okay, follow me. we've still got work to do.

what's happening?

okay... don't move.

so i've got an idea, but it is bloody dangerous. here we go.

they told me that if i ever turned this flashlight on, i would die.

they told me that about everything.

i don't even know why they bother giving me this stuff if they didn't want me to use it.

look at you, soaring through the air like an eagle.

i'm different!

prometheus was punished by the gods for giving the gift of knowledge to man. he was cast to the bowels of the earth and pecked by birds.

it won't be enough. the answer lies beneath us.

oh, it's dark down here, isn't it?

i'm proud of you.

now we are a family again.

that last test was seriously disappointing.

just work with me.

some of my best friends are actually orphans.

you look ugly in that jumpsuit.

that's not my opinion.

i'll be honest. we're throwing science at the wall here to see what sticks.

no idea what it'll do.

i knew someone was alive in here!

you'll know when the test starts.

oh thank god you're all right.

i thought you were my greatest enemy, when all along you were my best friend.

the best solution to a problem is usually the easiest one.

i'll be honest. killing you? is hard.

i had a pretty good life. and then you showed up.

you know what? you win. just go.

it's been fun. don't come back.

this sentence is false.

to be honest, i might have heard that one before.

you know, i'm not stupid.

i realize you don't want to put me back in charge.

i'm being serious. i think there's something really wrong with me.

we should get our stories straight.

no, we're not stopping!

don't make eye contact, whatever you do.

i feel awful about that surprise.

oh, that's sad. but impressive.

we're running out of time.

you've probably figured it out by now, but i don't need you anymore.

i'm afraid you're about to become the immediate past president of the being alive club.

the square root of rope is string.

okay, what you're doing there is jumping.

you know what? that's close enough.

you saved my bacon.

is this a jailbreak?

the next test is very dangerous.

it's been a long time. how have you been?

i've been really busy being dead. you know, after you murdered me.

you out having yourself a little adventure?

no, don't get up. i'll be right back.

you're unqualified!

what if this hurts? what if it really hurts? oh, i didn't think about that.

get your hands off me!

i can't see a thing! what just happened?

i don't have any bullets.

did you feel that?

you were busy back there.

that's funny. i don't feel corrupt.

i've got an idea! do what it says!

look how small you are down there!

do you have any idea how good this feels?

sorry, fellas. she's married. to science.

let me answer those questions with a question. who wants to make sixty dollars?

yes, all right, okay, this is getting tiresome.

well done. good. aren't you little miss clever. little miss smashy smash.

does it actually make you feel good when you do that?

it's not impressive.

what is this, like a hobby for you now?

i'm beginning to actually take it personally.

it's like an insult to me.

oh, there goes another one.

it's vandalism! it's pure vandalism!

it's just us talking like regular people.

are you going to open this door?

where'd you go? come back!

[morhigan]

𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑶𝑹𝑵 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺 . . the forgotten tale of a woman , the morrigan , from sjm's a court from a court of thorns and roses series . written by mal .

[star1ightheir-a]

sideblogs hate me and after the 1000th time of doing it over and over i caved and made her her own. it will be super low acitivity but you can find mor here

[star1ightheir-a]

@moondevoured sent # 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes .

the iridescent fabrics do not go unnoticed by asteria’s eye as she peers towards where both of feyra’s sisters enter the room.      colors of dark violet and blacks engrained with gems and threads as if to depict the cloudless sky rest against their curves so flawlessly.      for a moment asteria desires to speak up , to request the dresses back.      but as they turn to greet their sibling , the way the fabric stops to show their backs stops the words.      cuts created solely in the ideal of winging resting in the open space.      wings no longer that asteria had.      rather only the ghost of them , buried beneath scarring and marred skin that would forever rest in their place.      even if she had spoken up , asked for them back forthright , she would never wear them again.      and the beauty of them was far too great to let them sit in her wardrobe untouched for a millenia more.      so she smiles , a silent nod of greeting at the eldest of the three moved closer to the dinner table.

❛   i never thought i’d see those dresses again.   ❜      no anger in her words , nor bitterness in how she did.      rather a calm that aided in pushing away the memories she held of wearing those very gowns centuries ago.      ❛   i almost thought that my brother would have thrown them out a long time ago.      he did always like to complain alongside our father that my mother bought me too many.   ❜

[star1ightheir-a]

rereading reminded me of the fact asteria more than likely saw her brother near death and battered after he was brought home after being imprisoned and beaten by amarantha the first time. listened to their father blame rhysand for his soldiers deaths and getting caught. and i can only imagine he had scolded her had she ever tried to help her brother when he was healing. and it makes me sad.

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[meaercies-deactivated20241113]

ONCE THEY WERE IN THE AIR, ALL THOUGHTS SEEMED TO FADE. the ache in his chest loosened and they were free. free to fly and free to just be. azriel knew this had to have been so hard for asteria but she took everything in kind. his powerful form held them both in the air, strong, outstretched wings guiding them home. he squeezed her once just because he could and his body shifted, pulling them to the left. the long way; just as she requested.

bits and pieces of the night court glittered below, disappearing as they flew quickly past. he wanted to get her to Velaris as soon as he could but wanted to give her peace before starting something new. scarred fingers curled into the tattered, borrowed fabric that covered her body. azriel held her closer to him and buried his nose into her hair. she smelled of earth, musk, and yet utter starlight. " you're more beautiful than i remembered. " he replied, though unsure if she'd even catch it with the amount of air rushing past their ears.

azriel purposely took her around the mountains, just near the edge, so she could see the world from there too. when they neared the house of wind, azriel slowed his wings, the flapping equally as strong as before. it pulled them up, banked, and his feet touched the landing. " no one knows we're here yet.. you can take as long as you need. i'm not even sure if anyone has arrived yet... if they have, they're definitely not near this part of the house. " azriel's outstretched hand was given to her, " whatever you need, the house and i will make sure you get it." would she want to eat? would she want a bath first? he wasn't sure and wasn't sure of what would hurt or help her at this point. he didn't want to make her uncomfortable or bring up painful memories.

[star1ightheir-a]

if it were possible to stay in this moment forever , flying through the stars and clouds as if weightless never to touch the earth below again , asteria would not think twice in accepting such fate.      her muscles she had grown blind to realizing we’re tensed now relaxing , the smile never thought of donning again now etched in stone on her face.     for the first time in two centuries she had truly felt free.      and in the arms that wrapped around her waist , the warmth his body radiated into her own to counter the chill of the air , she finally felt safe.      and at the hum of azriel’s words as if a soft song on the wind , a new feeling crept it’s way in.      one that tugged at the inner workings of her heart causing her to pull closer as the city of starlight illuminated below.

as the city lights dimmed and the mountains replaced their view , the weight of her newfound reality slowly began to sink in.      how much had changed within the world lingering in the shadows of those snow covered peaks ?      would anything be familiar or would she be a mere stranger lost in a city she previously knew better than she knew herself ?      those questions momentarily dimmed the light in her eyes as they flew towards the grand house of wind seated amongst the tallest of the mountains of the court.      and as his wings slowed , the drumming hum as they descended to the balcony , asteria found herself looking outwards at the world before her.      anxiety of reuniting with the family she feared she’d never see again setting in.      the overwhelming fear nearly caused her ears to miss azriel’s deep yet calming voice as he stood at her side.      hand outstretched as if he knew what lingered behind her violet eyes.      like his hand was an anchor to keep her grounded in the moment.

❛   i don’t   —   ❜      pulling her gaze his way , doing her utmost best to regain the happiness that once filled her moments prior , within his hazel orbs does a calm befall her.      it was his shadows , it had to be.      the other reason could not be true.      even if the sensation formed and grew from within , from a place she’d not felt before until this day.      ❛   all my clothing , it’s probably long gone by now.   ❜     and if it wasn’t , would more than likely not fit.      but before even she could start in figuring out her next move , there was one question she needed an answer to.      ❛   are — do the others know that i’m   . . .   alive ?      do my brother and father   . . .   ❜