#crystallizedwings

[for-remembrxnce]

@crystallizedwings​

Claws dug into her side, but she didn’t see whose they were, whether it was an intentional attack or if she just got caught in the chaos that only seems to be getting worse.  She hardly feels the pain, or sees the blood staining her once-white dress.  What she sees instead is Arthur -- stabbed.  No.  Her mind goes blank, the air leaving her lungs, and she runs to her husband’s side, for once not the perfectly composed future queen.  

[codexx-archived]

“Not sure what to think cause- that’s just coal in there, man..” A whole bag of it to be exact, a bag currently in the hands of the other person as a few small bricks of it had fallen to the ground, leaving behind some black dust. They were not sure why or how the other had gotten hold of it, but now they were staring down at the sad looking bricks in the sand and laughter left his lips. “If you’re a thief this must be a really shitty day.” @crystallizedwings​

[sammyslamajammas]

RFS for @crystallizedwings​

"Uh, beg pardon Stranger, but, uh, I don't normally wear clothes."

[terrvrs]

felix, what's your biggest insecurity?

@lcstbov & @omuse & @whitesctin & @sunkissies

“my mom died when i was seventeen. it’s always been me since then. no other family– until lucius. and now there’s ambrose. ki. ahreum. lucy and jean too. this is the first time i’ve been surrounded by family. i’m … i don’t regret who i was before, but i do worry they might judge me for it.“

[onceandfutureqveen]

"I can’t believe it – I’m in love!" (( arthur/guinevere )) (( pls vic give me soft ))

“Arthur, keep your voice down,” she says.  Here in the palace, they are never really alone.  But she is smiling, bright and open, the way only he can make her do.  Truthfully, she can’t quite believe it either, never would have seen it coming, and yet, when she heard him say it, she knew that it was true – and, more surprising still, perhaps, she knew she felt the same.  She is in love with Arthur, and he with her.  It is funny, she thinks – their love is unexpected, to her, but there is nothing strange about it.  When he holds her close, his arms around her waist, hers draped around his neck, she feels safe, comfortable.  Happy.  For the first time in her life, she feels at home.  The sun shines down on them, bright and warm, or maybe it is just his smile that makes her feel that way.  “I love you too.”

[for-remembrxnce]

@crystallizedwings​

It wasn’t that Guinevere was unhappy.  She was, in fact, quite happy -- but she was also exhausted.  As it turned out, being the future queen at a ball and being a bride were two very different experiences.  A bride (a bride who was queen, now) hardly had a second to herself, even to breathe, and she was sure Arthur was not faring very much better, though it had been some time since she had seen him last.  Her bright smile was beginning to strain, and finally she decided she needed a break, just for a few minutes.  It was perhaps not very polite of her, but it would be even less polite if she snapped at someone out of sheer exhaustion.

Once she was away from the crowd, she let out a breath, relieved until she realized she was not actually alone -- but it was only Arthur.  “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here too.”

[codexx-archived]

“Look at you goggling at me like that across the room.” Self satisfaction was written all over her features as she approached the other, having noticed her the moment Iris had stepped into the bar, her business partners having just left too so Eris was free to approach after a while of sending looks from one to the other. “I know I’m a real beauty, baby, don’t flatter me so much.” She had always been the arrogant type, proudly so, although in their time together, a long while ago, she had looked significantly more mature than she did now as she carried the glow of a young woman instead. Pushing her long, black hair over her shoulder, revealing her tanned skin scattered with artful ink, she chuckled, although noticing the state that her former lover’s wings were in, bringing a raise to her brow, shamelessly reaching out to let her fingertips slide over the edge of them. “Have you become so boring that even your wings have lost their glow? Predictably tragic.” @crystallizedwings​

[sammyslamajammas]

Closed for @crystallizedwings​

The daemon wasn’t thinking. He might say his true job was a cop but the reality was he was the executioner. Asher sneered down at the poor man who made the deal with him. 

The man was bloodied on the ground, begging for his life. The pathetic pleads of being a better person that Asher knew would never come through. He was read to pick up his mace, make sure to put this man out of his misery. When he saw her. 

Rani. 

The memories of her face, her laugh, her lips were etched into his memory. Just everything flowing to approached her. But he remembered his form, how his eyes were blackened and his hair was all over the place. He closed his eyes, one black tear streaming down his face. The daemon sighed to himself. No, he had to be strong. He had to be truthful, even though his first words were. 

“This wasn’t what it looks like.”