#akasha;

[ringleaderising]

Vaudemire Way takes on wards and business deals out of their norm only out of necessity, for Akasha [Obelisk, She/Her] and Euryale [Ridgeback, They/She], children from the clans of @vabam-fr and @clansunsharp, their mentors are connected to the Malvontain family- an exchange promising political gain and trade ties for theit parents- and the offspring who's space they now fill given solace somewhere away from their twisted birthrite upon the town's soil.

Laelette [Skydancer F, She/Her] is happy to have young dragons in her home again, with she and Mercy's single daughter having moved into her own space in town some time ago, she's more than invested in helping the girls find their place in the quaint space they now call home, and Mercy [Skydancer M, He/Him], ever aloof and career-driven, seems a touch more relaxed about these young ones being in town than his own offspring- behaving a good bit more like a father than a cold overseer toward Akasha and Euryale, something that, if his daughter resents, she's kept particularly quiet.

[dark-eyed-elegance]

☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up

A long time ago, he had been drunk. And he had spread himself out on the floor of a palazzo and felt the maritime winter chill creep from the marble, smooth and hard against his cheek, his nose, his lips. 

This – this was her finger. 

Behind it he drew a little breath, owl eyes darting up to her face. “Yes?” he said after a long moment. 

[dark-eyed-elegance]

Akasha

“A coldness in my throat. A clench around my heart. A rage in my fists. And an awe, an utter almost worshipful awe, to see her in the cool ancient flesh.”