*·.✧ HIGH LADY. ✧.·*

[starseternelle]

[ NIGHT TRIUMPHANT -- && THE STARS ETERNAL ] independent & private roleplay blog for feyre archeron, high lady of the night court, of the acotar series & maasverse. slow activity, mobile-only, & heavily headcanon based. crowned by miranda, 28, she/her, ict. side blog to @ircnwrought

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CAARD // VERSE DESCRIPTIONS

rules under the cut

rules.

i work best with chemistry. do NOT force a ship on me. it will result in an unfollow and likely a block.

smut may be written on a rare, case by case basis with muns i know well ooc (i just don’t think I’m very good at writing it and prefer to focus on dynamic writing). fade to black can also be used when the occasion calls for it.

triggers will be tagged as ‘tw: trigger’ so you may blacklist it.

mature themes will be present on this blog.

all physical conflicts must be plotted first.

i have no issue with people reblogging an answered meme to continue it as a thread.

i have an “always open” policy for mutuals when it comes to starting interactions. starter calls, meme calls, and memes are open to all mutuals, at anytime, regardless of whether or not we’ve plotted. the feeling strikes you and you wanna write something? feel free to give a post a like or send a meme! It doesn’t matter if they are weeks or even months old.

[starseternelle]

*whispers* it’s feyre’s birthday

[starseternelle]

you don’t have to love me out of familial obligation, feyre. i can earn that right on my own, and i’d like to. // @deathnes

__________🏹    IS    IT    ONLY    FAMILY    OBLIGATION    THAT    BINDS    THEM    TOGETHER    ??    it's    –    remarkably   complicated.    had   she   been   asked   in   the   days   of   the   cabin,    perhaps   her   answer   would   have   been   yes    (    for   they   all   had   deperately   little   in   common,    they   fought    &&    got   by   on   scraps    )    but    –    nesta    had    come    for    her    at    the    wall    in    the    end,    hired    a    mercenary    with    what    little    money    there    was    &&    tried    to    find    her    when    she    believed    she    was    no    great    loss    to    her    family.    isn't   that   love    ??    isn't   it   also   love   that   no   matter   how   bad   those   days   were,    no   matter   how   they   clawed   at   one   another,    she    never    would    have    let    them    starve.    she   reaches   out   for   the   other's   hand,    blue   grey   eyes   alight   with    hope.    ❛    we're   sisters,    always,    ❜    she   starts.    ❛    i   don't   think   we've   ever   had   the   chance   to   see   what   we    could    be.    i'd   rather   like   to   try.    wouldn't   you    ??    ❜

[nightstriumph]

FORGIVE THIS STATE OF RUIN, FORGIVE HOW IT'D SPREAD; HE'D EVER ONLY BEEN A FORLORN DREAMER, LONG TRAPPED IN A WORLD OF DREAD. —- all that they are now. ( she calls the tides in her gaze; he cradles the moon in his heart. ) all that they may ever be. ( COME HOME TO ME. ) —- he relinquishes his breath, still bowed and anchored at the crown. " you are my dream, feyre. " he measures her gaze, reacquainting himself with the stars in her eyes, their dusted path over her cheekbones, her nose. " you. " and though this shift very nearly threatens to buckle his knees, and beyond all thought as it may be, ( perhaps reason, too ), he leans nearer still. his fingers press into the column of her neck, begging to reel; his lips, to steal. " bond or no. " does she hear him? perhaps only the thundering in their chests ... " as it will always be yours to accept or reject. " a muscle flexes in his jaw amidst his careful restraint. —- hear him. " i will love you, still. " he steals one breath, and then another, before drawing back to fight a singularly-familiar headiness, one that'd nearly dismantled him. when he once again finds his footing beneath him, he blinks. " —- and i did write back. " at long last, he draws focus to the paper in his grasp, albeit with a slowly-furrowing brow ... for as he raises it in the narrow space between them, his breath stills, and realization flares.

it had been tampered with. he surveys its edges, their familiar, back-and-forth scrawl; little is beyond what he'd expected to find, minus that scent, and one, long tear at its midline. his voice trails off as he slowly surrenders their note into the palm of her hand. his heart, their proof, see. then, see, again ... " i'd feared, since i'd last heard from you, that i ... failed to earn your trust. " another moment's silence; this time, spent gauging her inspection. has she gathered it? ( her eyes missed nothing; they never had. ) spring had intercepted, had known. had its high lord wanted for this? of course he had. had he waited for this, too? —- . wordlessly, and with weighed apprehension, he reaches for her again. this time: mind-to-mind. ' we should not speak so openly here. ' futile effort, now; as there is so little left to remain unknown. " have i failed in this, feyre? " the violet hues of his eyes darken as night's promise churns in their depths; though even in this, they cannot help but beg to swim in the pools of her own. " please, tell me, " he offers for ears beyond them both, should they strain. ' i wanted more time. to apologize in earnest. ' he bows at that, at hope, slipping from his grasp. ' i suppose my dismissal is to come as swiftly as you'd intended it to. ' for all this facade had become, his heart shone plainly in his eyes. ' your move, feyre. but no matter what you choose to do, make it convincing enough for the both of us. '

[starseternelle]

__________🏹    HER    EYES    FLUTTER    CLOSED    FOR    ONLY    A    MOMENT,    BUT    THE    WEIGHT    OF    HIS    WORDS    CONSUME    HER.    you   are   my   dream    (    flashes   of   a    dreamer's    court    flit   through   her   mind--she   can't   grasp   the   images   but   it   feels…like    him,    full    of    hope    for    a    day    they    could    build    together    )    even   as   the   bond   between   them   frays,    even   as   she   throws   accusations   at   him,    he    gives    her    the    choice.    she   sees   the   two   lives   spread   out   before   her:    spring's   lady,    lonely   atop   her   gilded   perch,    &&    night's   equal,    a   queen,    loved.    but   it   is   his   second   statement   that   brings   her   blue-grey   gaze   back   to   meet   his   violet   one.    i    did    write    back.    &&    there--a   letter,    torn    &&    read,    smelling    of    rotting    roses.    she   feels   ill,    her   trust,    however   small,    in   spring   is   shattered.    ❛    he    --    ❜    the   accusation   dies   on   her   tongue.    if   tamlin   has   intercepted   the   letters,    then   he   is   not   above   spying   on   them   now.    they    play    a    dangerous    game.

🏹__________    THERE    ARE    ENEMIES    ALL    AROUND    &&    SHE    DOES    NOT    KNOW    WHO    IS    IN    HER    CORNER,       HER    MIND    IS    IN    TATTERS.    ❛    you've   failed.    ❜    she   enunciates   carefully,    but   she   reaches   out   to   that   bond   of   theirs,    weak    &&    in   its   dying   throes,    &&    breathes    life    into    it.    the   fragile   thing   glows   gold    &&    across   their   mental   bridge,    ‘    play    with    me.    if    they    have    kept    us    apart,    we    cannot    show    them    that    we    know.    ’    ❛    i   want   you   to   leave   this   place.    i   want   you   to   leave   us   in   peace.    ❜    her   eyes   search,    begging   his   understanding   for   the   words   she   must   say   aloud,    even   as   she   pushes   her   true   intent.    ‘    leave    &&    meet    me    on    the    edge    of    the    wards.    we’ll    have    seconds    after    i    cross    before    he    knows    i've    gone--is    that    enough    time    ??    ‘    please,    mother   above   let   it   be.    ❛    you    &&    your   court   are   not   welcome.    ❜    ’    take    me    home,    rhys.    '    for   all   the   betrayals,    for   all   the   pain   the   past   few   weeks   have   lent,    only    he    has   given   her   security,    truth,    love.    she    has    to    believe    that    her    soul    stirs    for    him    because    it    remembers    where    she    does    not. // @stellascriptum

[goofybunnysblog]

I want to be railed from behind in a short mini skirt.

[naesheim-isak]

You need to rest, heal. The Wilderun is no place for you to be running around alone.

[ofanswereddreams]

Rhys swallows around the sudden lump in his throat. He has some idea of what Feyre might be referring to, of what may have happened to Amaya in the centuries she spent in another world. As she sits beside him now, he turns to look at her with sorrow glimmering in his eyes. "I'm afraid that you're right," he admits after a few long moments of silence. "She's so different from the girl I knew. It breaks my heart to see her like this, even though I'm still so happy to have Amaya home again." He sighs heavily and swipes his other hand through a few of the black curls hanging over his forehead. "I don't know how to help her. Should I... just ask?"

[starseternelle]

__________🏹    SHE    WISHES    SHE    HAD    EASIER    ANSWERS,    but   the   truth   is   she   doesn't   know   what   her   sister-in-law   needs.    none    of    them    know    what    happened    over    the    centuries    &&    the    other    fae    woman    doesn't    seem    keen    to    divulge.    ❛    maybe    …    if   you   think   she   might   answer   you.    but   had   it   been   me       …    when   i    felt    the    way    i    think    she    does,    i   would   have   said   i   was   fine.    ❜    she   hadn't   been,    instead   making   excuses   for   tamlin,    for   spring,    for   herself.    ❛    perhaps   we   start   smaller.    you   say   the   crowds   seemed   to   frighten   her    –    what   if   we   started   with   family   dinner    ??    when   she   feels   comfortable,    we   could   try   a   walk   on   the   sidra    &&    move   back   to   the   rainbow.    ❜

[ircnwrought-a]

so my laptop fans are failing and I’m trying to avoid using it more than necessary until the part to fix it comes in just in case i accidentally fry it hence the drop in activity. lmk if you’d like the disco to write there in the meantime ✌️

[ofanswereddreams]

To call this past week a dream come true would be inaccurate, because Rhys had never actually thought that Amaya could be alive. He'd seen the blood, her wings. Heard Tamlin's tale and weak apologies. His former friend's role in all of this is something he has thus far refused to consider. Right now, he only wants to be happy with his mate, his son and his long-lost sister. They'd attended a play today at one of the theaters down in the Rainbow, and Rhys is now sitting on the edge of their bed, recounting the tale while lazily removing his shoes and socks as he begins to dress for bed. Something in Feyre's tone makes him look up and meet her gaze in the vanity mirror. It's like one crack in the blissful facade he has wanted to live under this last week. He thinks for a moment, his gaze searching hers, before responding: "I admit it's taken longer for her to adjust than I would have thought. She used to love going to the Rainbow, being among the crush of artists, but this afternoon, in the theater... it was almost like the crowds frightened her."

[starseternelle]

__________🏹       SHE    SETS    HER    BRUSH    DOWN    &&    MEETS    HIS    GAZE    THROUGH    THE    MIRROR.    her   heart   rends   to   see   the   facade   crack    (    she   wants   nothing   more   than   for   the   bliss   to   last,    it's    the    least    he    deserves    after    all    they    have    been    through    )    slowly,    she   goes   to   sit   beside   him   on   the   edge   of   the   bed,    her   hand   coming   to   rest   above   his.    there    is    comfort    in    having    him    close    &&    she    hopes    her    presence    can    provide    the    same    stability.    ❛    i   wonder   if   we   are   pushing   too   much   on   her   too   quickly,    ❜    she   muses,    a   stone   sinking   in   her   stomach   to   know   her   sister-in-law   seems   to   have   lost   the   joy   in   something   she   once   so   loved.    ❛    i   think   she   hasn't   been   entirely    truthful    about   what   happened   to   her.    not   that   i   think   we   should   push   her   on   it   until   she's   ready,    but   i   think   she   needs   more   of   our    help    than   she's   led   on.    ❜

[starseternelle]

my drafts are all like november or older and it's stressing me out so i'm probably going to clear those and start fresh

[starseternelle]

@ofanswereddreams gets a semi plotted thing

__________🏹    THE       SKY       HAS       GROWN       DARK       &&       THE       HOUSE       QUIETS    FOR    THE    NIGHT.    she   sits   in   front   of   her   vanity,    unbraiding   her   hair    &&    listening   as   her   mate   discusses   the   events   of   the   day.    he    has    an    air    of    excitement    about    him    now    that    his    sister    has    returned    &&    indeed,    it    is    an    event    to    celebrate,    but    something    gnaws    at    her    –    in   the   week   she   has   been   able   to    observe,    she   has   found   that   amaya   is   nothing   like   the   stories   rhys   has   told   her    (    yes,    in   five   hundred   years   a   person   can   change,    but   she   recognizes   something    darker    in   the   other,    something    she    has    tried    to    forget    about    herself    )    her   gaze   is   stormy   in   its   thought,    wondering   if   she's   wrong,    hoping    that    she    is.    ❛  rhys,    how   do   you   think   amaya   is   adjusting    ??    ❜

[starseternelle]

the feminine urge to mention amaya in feyre's threads

[ircnwrought-a]

happy holidays to everyone! I’m taking the week to spend with my family so I’ll probably be sparse until after new year’s but i hope you all have a lovely and relaxing time with family and friends

In the meantime, catch me on disco (all mutes are welcome to it)!

[starseternelle]

if you had to choose — sugar 😇 or spice 😈

[starseternelle]

if you had to choose — sugar 😇 or spice 😈

[meaercies-deactivated20241113]

HE NOTES THE CHALLENGE AND HIS HEART STILLS. the beating ceases for a two count and he almost wants to leave. leave her to someone better. something, anyone else better. he does not deserve her loyalty and he may never earn back her trust . . . but self loathing is something they've been working on together and he will not recoil into himself like the recluse serpent once more, biting any hand that comes near. for a being of massive strength, when it comes to her . . . he is weak. undeserving. " i'm sorry. " the honest words tumble out as if waiting to be released this entire time. " i stuck my foot in my mouth. . . again. " will that honesty be enough? no, but it's a start. " i want this . . . i want you. i have this entire time and it doesn't stop now. " azriel pours out, taking a step toward her, " and i will keep trying to earn back your respect and trust for the rest of my life. "

[starseternelle]

__________🏹    THE       BREATH       SHE       LOOSES       AT       HIS       APOLOGY       IS       HONEST.     he    is    so    close    to    her    now    that    she    can    feel    the    heat    of    his    body,       see    the    clouds    swirling    in    his    gaze.       the   path   to   where   they   are   now   hasn't   been   easy     (       between   their   own   respective   spirals   into   the   dark,       an   impending   war,    &&    rhys     )       but   she   shudders   now   at   his   words.     ❛    the   rest   of   your   life    ??    ❜       she's   trying   to   hide   her   vulnerability,       but   it   is   clear   that   in   her   hurt,     there    is    also       hope    ??       want    ??       she's   not   sure   if   she   can   put   a   word   to   it.     his    question    had    been    a    stab    in    the    chest    &&    yet    he    is    reaching    out    now.     ❛    you   intend   to   stay    …    forever    ??    ❜     a    family,       regeradless    of    how    it    came    to    be,    causes    her    heart    to    stutter    even    in    her    anger.       her   mouth   twists    &&    her   hand   comes   to   her   stomach.     ❛    az    –    this   doesn't   work   if   you   don't   trust   me.    ❜     it's    not    an    effort    to    push    him    away,       but    her    one    condition:     she    chose    him    &&    only    wants    him    to    believe    it.

[meaercies-deactivated20241113]

HIS HANDS WERE OUT IN SURRENDER ; and wanting to touch her. to hold her. to ease the look in her eye. " feyre . . . i didn't mean it like that. " azriel's own expression looks like hers, as if he'd just crushed her from the inside out. . . and now she was carrying his child? " things have been so tense and confusing lately with rhys. . . i didn't . . . " he's at a loss for words. nothing he says can fix this, can it? has he lost her forever? the shadowsinger takes a step forward, his shadows calling out to her like a lover. " feyre . . please. "

[starseternelle]

__________🏹    PERHAPS       SHE       SHOULD       STEP       BACK       AFTER       WHAT       HE'S       ASKED.     instead,       she    inclines    her    chin,       wild    eyes    flashing    as    she    does    in    challenge.     ❛    i   haven't   done   anything   with   rhys    –     not    when    i    chose    you.    ❜     the   tie   between   her    &&    the   high   lord   doesn't   feel   like   a   mating   bond   the   more   she   learns   of   it     (       sometimes   she   wonders   if   it's   the   remnants   of   the   magic   he   used   to   resurrect   her   that   is   calling   out   to   its   former   master     )     ❛    if   you   don't   want   this,     tell    me    now    &&    be    done    with    it.    ❜     she   can   do   it   on   her   own,       can't   she    ??     it    doesn't    stop    her    heart    from    cracking    at    the    thought    of    continuing    without    him    at    her    side.