#alveyiat

[lorulaen]

lay down your sword , and i'll lay down mine .

encounters are an amusing thing. throughout her journey, she has met many different people. some has left everlasting impressions on her, others have been fleeting, forgotten after minutes. yet, they have all been meaningful in some way, taught her a few thing, made her reflect on her own philosophy. in turn, hilda hopes she has left a similar impression on them.

the situation she finds herself in shows one of those moments. swords drawn, eyes pinned on each other and none of them seemed to give in any time soon. hilda was hoping her exhaustion was not showing as much as she felt it. the terrain an unfamiliar place to her, it had taken more energy out of her to keep from fainting, and she felt her magical powers were at its limits. after walking for what had felt like days, reality and illusion had started to blend. she was not sure of what, or who, she saw anymore. it had happened so fast, hilda barely had time to react, when the woman before her appeared. the golden sands had been a strain to her eyes, shining all around, like the eyes who were piercing info her own. it appeared to shine more as the time went by. you can't lose focus. her hand tightened around the hilt of her sword, its blade sharp in the sunlight.

“ i bring you no harm. ” the words leaving her lips far better than she hoped, the strain barely even noticable. a promise in the words, she still does not lower her weapon. “ i was just passing through. now, move. ”

❙      prompt.     ⸝⸝     accepting.

[saintsdawn-a]

🌺 :D

↬ put a flower in their hair.

“ where did you find this ? ” the bloom is small. a shade darker than their hair, but its green leaves shout for attention. they want to touch it but, afraid of knocking the delicate thing from behind their ear, force their hands flat against their lap. “ is it spring already ? gods, i hadn’t noticed. . . ”

it’s a hopeful change. they’ve grown tired of the cold and snow. “ best find one for bramble, too. he’ll throw a fit. ”

[baroviana-gone]

 `✦ ˑ 𓂃⊹ @alveyiat: can you tell me your name?

the high-back of the seat that was once her father's feels foreign, the mother-of-pearl inlay cold against her spine. she feels like an usurper occupying space she was never meant to claim and she knows others feel the same. she can feel it in the way furtive glances are thrown her way, like they half-expect her twin to appear at any moment. she can hear it, in the way people whisper when they think she isn't listening. their words drifting back to her like dandelions in the wind. how she sometimes wishes their desires would come true. it's her brothers who were trained for this. she was simply meant to follow orders with no questions asked. she was a soldier, a hunter, a scout. what did she know of politics? of leading others?

perhaps someone had accused her of masquerading as one of her family members ... even shams' words feel like a test of sorts. she couldn't blame her for trying to find out more. oriana almost bristles, swinging her legs off the arm of the seat where she'd been lounging. perhaps taking her brother's patronymic was working against her. “ you know my name. ” the words come out more defensive than she means them to sound. “ i thought no one would listen if i used what i was born with, so i claimed my brother's name as my own. what can i do to disprove these claims? ”

[bdazzled-a]

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[penrdagon]

HOWL J. PENDRAGON ⅋ SHAMS AZARI ﹙ . . . ﹚ “ I DO LOVE A GOOD CONUNDRUM. ” ⊹₊⋆ @alveyiat .

“ oh, well i am glad. tickled, actually. ” sarcasm dripping as slow as warming honey to his words, catching her gaze with an unimpressed sneer before the wizard's features crumpled in a defeated frown, whine caught in the back of his throat loud and despairing, hands coming to cover his face with a low cry. “ you're supposed to be helping me ! not just sitting there enjoying my misery ... ” words only slightly muffled by his palms, then having slowly dragged them down his face to reveal an expression of pure anguish, index finger pointing to the horns that had, at first, started slowly sprouting from between strands of perfect blond, but that now sat larger and extremely proud, to his disgust. “ LOOK AT ME, SHAMS. I'M HIDEOUS. ” the lightest of touches to the unwanted addition to his physique, coming away as though burned by it. the wizard wailed, falling into his arms atop the table with a sniffle, peeking out of them only to gauge if any sympathy would yet be spared, then quickly returning to his position. “ I CAN NEVER LEAVE THE CASTLE AGAIN, I'LL BE TRAPPED HERE FOR ETERNITY IN MY UGLINESS. HAVE CALCIFER BREAK EVERY MIRROR, I CAN NO LONGER LOOK AT MYSELF WITHOUT WANTING TO DIE. ” another quietened bout of sniffles before howl rose, once again looking at the text that had caused the transformation and then pushing it towards her. “ read it again. line by line, i need to know where you went wrong. ”