#(;; reflection)

[ladyofthefuckingautumncourt]

Part 2: I am Love

I am in love.

Helion. High Lord of the Day Court.

Lover.

Lover. No word has ever tasted so sweet upon my lips other than his name. I whisper it to myself. I cannot help the smile blooming across my face as I lightly touch my lips. It feels so natural to say his name.

The Equinox Ball.

We spoke of art, poetry, music, books. We spoke of light, day, dawn. We spoke of life.

We spoke early into the morning.

I have never felt a connection such as this. So deep, true, honest. He is magnetic. He is the embodiment of charisma and charm. He is authenticity. He is light. He is day.

He is the burst of first sunlight and color as it rises in the East, scattering the darkness of night.

I have never felt such attraction. All my fire was nothing compared to the warmth I felt being in his presence. His voice.. his words.

His thoughts. His mind was a song. I knew this melody. I knew this song. I knew it deep within me.

It was as though we had known each other all our lives.

I had only ever heard of the Mating Bond and it’s rarity. I didn’t want to presume what I felt with him was such.. and yet..

He whispers my name against my skin and I know who I am.

For my muse, @a-court-of-valkyries

[archivezosia]

« Keep me up till five because all your stars are out, and for no other reason. »

[lexaconway]

♛ —  TROPES: CHAPTER ONE.

❝ follow your head, your heart will only destroy you. ❞

insp

[ladyofthefuckingautumncourt]

Part 1: I am Power

I remember my childhood with such clarity. So long ago now, yet I recall so many intricate details of who I once was.

I remember who I wanted to be.

I knew my name. I knew who I was.

There were nights I went to bed with my cheeks so pleasantly sore from genuine smiles and squeals of laughter for prolonged periods of time. The days spent running rampant through the vast forests of the Autumn Court with my sisters are the memories I hold most dear from my youth. Lucerna and Ustrina.

We would return to our family estate at dusk. After long days of play and adventure, our cheeks would be vibrantly pink with excitement against our porcelain skin. What stories we had to share with our mother as she took turns with a comb on each of us; detangling our windswept, wild, auburn tresses. As we grew older, Lucerna took it upon herself to brush my hair.

A detail I remember more than any other in my life was the comfort, safety, and sensations I felt of my sister brushing through my curls. She was always so gentle, even when I fussed.

Don’t wiggle so!

It hurts my scalp! You’re pulling too hard!

She never pulled too tightly against my hair again. Not once. She would patiently hold the tangles and lightly pick out the knot.

Lucerna was the eldest. Patient, wise, strong, attentive.

Ustrina, the youngest of us. Kind, curious, compassionate, brave.

Both so selfless, always.

We had such power, such freedom. We were fortunate. Born to a prominent, aristocratic, High Fae family in the Autumn Court. Our strong Autumnal bloodline and lineage could be traced back centuries. Longer.

Each of us granted the power of flame. Each of us to be feared, by right. Each of us made to rule and carry on this legacy, this power, this fear.

This meant nothing to me.

I was just a child who loved her sisters very much.

For my muse, @a-court-of-valkyries

[archivezosia]

« the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced,

and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone. »

― Charles Bukowski, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way