#ashlynnpemberley

[carryourwxrld-blog]

👫 (from ashlynn)

Little Ash and Aethan running around playing hide and seek during one of the few gatherings of noble families (of course Aethan doesn’t remember).

Ash and Aethan getting lost in the woods (or are they? maybe Ash is being a little shit and freaking him out LOL)

Ash and Aethan sneaking food out of the kitchens to eat while they go around town’s market to look at the fabrics and things.

Ash probably somehow convinces Aethan to try on her make up?????????? this is not helping his case to Isiah who is convinced he’s gay... Aethan hates me....

[fortisvenxtor]

"I'm not ready to say goodbye." - ashlynn

“Doesn’t have to be goodbye.” El’s eyes flicked out towards the trees as he spoke, lips pulling into his familiar frown. Thoughtful, an expression she’d know well but anyone else would misjudge for pissed off. 

His eyes turned back to the blonde. His girl was many things, but rarely vulnerable; those words falling from her lips meant more than he wanted to admit. To the both of them. Rule of thumb was that if Ashlynn said something—actually spoke the words aloud—then she meant it, much the same applying to him. And for all that she had no trouble expressing ferocity, protectiveness, even tenderness… He’d never seen her looking at him with such glassy eyes before, looking like there was something cracking deep inside of her even as her jaw clenched against the onset of emotion. 

El let his hand cradle that jaw, running his thumb along the line of defiance.

“Offer’s still open, Moonbeam. If not, then I’m still yours ‘till the dawn.” 

[anniepemberley-blog]

"Don't do this." - ashlynn

Leanne’s expression was pulled into a sad smile, as she squeezed Ashlynn’s hand once before letting go. It would be the last time she’d hold her daughter’s hand until at least a year had passed. “I love you,” she whispered as she kissed Ash on the cheek.

She turned to her new son-in-law with a wider smile, less genuine but still as bright as she could make it. “I will pray for a safe journey for you both. I’ve already prayed for joy, and it seems my prayers have been answered. You are family now.” Leanne placed a small kiss on his stubbled cheek as well. “Do not forget this.”

The carriage door shut in front of her as Leanne tugged on a smile one last time and waved good bye. Once she saw the carriage disappear into the distance, she swayed from her place. Her legs could barely keep her on her feet. She looked back over her shoulder as she walked inside of the Keep again. “Don’t ever forgive me Ashlynn, but I love you,” she whispered as she leaned on one of her handmaids for support.

[fortisvenxtor]

"They're dead!" - neil

“I know.” El gritted his teeth and ducked his head, palms pressing into his closed eyes. He’d thought—hoped—that it would be different, that those words would bring some sort of relief. But instead, there they were: Neil still worried and El still lost in his own mind, his emotions crashing in cruel waves against the inside of his head like they had been for years.

What kind of man was he that his brother had to comfort him by speaking of death rather than life? That he turned El’s attention toward the souls they’d damned rather than the woman sharing his life?

( It should have ended with the deaths, but now he was beginning to think that this burning feeling inside of him would never sleep. )

Maybe it had been stupid, to think that vengeance would’ve been enough. All the satisfaction he’d gotten would never be enough to wipe away the picture of Myranda open-eyed and blood-splattered in Janelle’s arms when he finally returned to their camp. It wouldn’t bring her back from the pyre she’d laid on, flowers cradled under her cold hands and spread all around and under her like a martyr from the old stories. 

It wouldn’t do anything for their many dead, the motherless children, the childless mothers. How many death-sites were littered throughout the trees, how many fields had been used to send off their loved ones to the stars? Was there any land left that wouldn’t tug his mind toward flowers and ashes? Vengeance hadn’t given him that peace of mind he’d craved, had it?

The hunter raked a hand through his hair, breathing in deep and even. 

It hadn’t. But it had brought back their lands. It was a start.

“I’m alright, I am, I—just. Give me a minute. I’ll join you, just… I need to think.” 

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"May we meet again." - sharon

It was a bittersweet sentiment: the fates had seen fit to throw the pair together, but in keeping them that way… Ah, they had always been cruel to Alycia, hadn’t they? They caused every inch of Alycia to feel, to be swept away, to experience the pure rush of being alive, but with such a high, they were keen to see her fall as well, to be pulled down by the very emotions that made her strong. ( Was this sadness, so pure in its brilliance? Perhaps she was not homesick for that place Sharon had spoken about—-perhaps she was homesick for the woman herself. ) 

“I believe that we will,” Alycia returned, for how could it end like this? She did not cry ( she never cried at partings ), but she held the woman’s hand in her own, pressing her lips against the brunette’s knuckles. “I shan’t ask you to stay, my darling, but can we pretend you aren’t leaving for one more moment? Paint me a story of your day, and let us wade into eternity a while longer.” 

[fortisvenxtor]

۞, ✗

۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

For all that El doesn’t express his thoughts unless he thinks they’re worth sharing, he’s become a very angry man in the past few years. The deaths of his people at the hands of the Vitellos---his mate, especially---have hung over his mind, weighing him down and stealing almost all the joy from him. 

He wants blood, and he wants it soon. He’s waited for far too long already.

✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike.

Honestly and very, very bluntly. Threats may be involved if his ire gets high enough.

[iapetxs]

☢, ❥

☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown.

If he were to think that one of his family members were dead, he would likely totally lose his mind for a good while. He knows that they’d live on in Olympus; that would not make the painfully human part of him hurt any less.

❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust.

Referring to someone as family. 

[carryourwxrld-blog]

♟

♟:Patching up a wound

The deer Ashlynn had been able to pierce with her arrow stumbled farther than they expected. They walked for a long while, following the trail of crimson on dried up leaves, which lay on the ground from autumn when they had first fallen.

They scoured through the forest until they came upon a thorn bush. It had traces of faded flowers; its pedals now trampled and scattered below. The pair eyed each other, wondering what they should do next. Aethan moved forward with a shrug. If the deer was still suffering, he’d put it out of its misery.

The thorns dug deeper than he thought it would, and he winced as he quickly and carefully navigated through the bush. His lips even tasted of iron, and he wondered when his lip had been split too. He finally came out to a small opening between trees and bushes, where a deer lay on its side. It eyed him wearily. Its breaths were ragged and fragile. Aethan pulled an arrow, and although it was too close to penetrate the arrow through the deer’s thick muscles, he had to try. He pulled the bowstring taut and aimed for the deer’s heart, where an arrow already stuck out from.

The arrow whistled through the air just as he spotted Ashlynn stepping into the small clearing. With one last breath, the deer grunted and crumpled to the ground. “Good form,” the goddess of hunt complimented him. She smiled at him, but her attention was diverted to the deep gash in Aethan’s shin. “Aethan,” she gasped. He looked down at his leg and held back an urge to gag.

“Sit,” she ordered. He immediately sat in his place. He placed his bow and arrows on the ground beside him as Ashlynn approached closer to examine his leg. He turned his gaze to the canopy above. “It doesn’t hurt,” he insisted. He didn’t have to look at her to see her stern look; he could feel it.

He felt something cold and couldn’t help but flinch. “It’s just water,” she assured him. “Thankfully the thorns weren’t coated with poison or you would be dead by now.” He nodded. He had not thought of that possibility at all. He heard the ripping of cloth and saw Ashlynn had ripped a portion of her long skirt. She carefully wrapped it around his leg and tied the ends together with a satisfied sigh. “There. Can you stand?” She held out her hand, and he took it gratefully. He slung his things onto his shoulders and stood, his face twisted in pain. “Thank you,” he finally managed as they began on the path Ashlynn had come through.