#crystlshrds

[thraborn-a]

“it is very hard not to worry about it.” kira answers, wide silver eyes locked onto to the crystal as they had been for the past few hours. she had not meant to stay so long — gathering supplies in the night would be dangerous and the brother suns were waning, the night ever closer — but seeing the crystal had frozen kira in place, tracing out a line across the place where the crack had once been. the crystal was she. she was the crystal. if one broke, so did the other. the crystal looked whole and yet...

          wings limp and ears twisted, kira finally tears her gaze away. “I think I will camp for the night. perhaps in the dark wood.”

@crystlshrds​ : “i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.” jen to kira

[wolfvirago-m]

@crystlshrds thank you for enabling me, have some doods

[xthesparequeen-a]

@crystlshrds​ liked for a small starter

The Queen strolled rather carelessly along the cobblestone streets of Arendelle, breathing in the sweet mountain air. Autumn was here and with it, all the colorful landscapes her home had to offer. 

“Isn’t it just beautiful?”, she said aloud as she walked to the bridge's edges, looking over the kingdom with fondness in her eyes.

[fairestfall]

@crystlshrds​ asked: “ never feel guilty for starting again. ”

      Her lips part, eyes growing misty at the gelfling’s earnest words. There is still something of a language barrier between them; she has not fully learned his language, and yet she does recognize the words “never” and “guilty.” She glances downward thoughtfully, a clawed digit tenderly tracing the framing of a small, faded painting that had caught Jen’s eye. It was of her children, after Felicity was taken. Proud Bertram, fierce Katharina, quiet and soft-hearted Daniel. All dead now.

“I do not feel guilty. I just--” She trails off with a weary sigh. “I am angry and sorrowful over having to be left behind. To live on after they died.”

She turns to Jen and briefly purses her lips to still their trembling. “I pray you never experience that pain, my dear.”

[fairestfall]

@crystlshrds​​ asked: ☽ = wandering alone at night .

        Night is the time at which the star-child feels most alive. In comparison to the sun’s garish rays, the moonlight is soft and comforting, a companionate glow to her own, and the stars twinkle above and speak of a family she is not yet fated to see. Over the long years, she has become nocturnal, not only because she requires less sleep than the mortals around her, but also for the beauty she would miss if she dozed the night away. She has trails to walk and sights to see, and innocents to safeguard where she may.  And it seems her assistance will indeed be required. 

She makes no sound when she walks, and thus catches the strange creature off guard, but when he sees her, he makes to flee back into the brush. “Wait!” she calls. She outstretches a hand and crouches, lowering her voice back into its accustomed melodious murmur. “Be not afraid. I pose no danger.” 

She cants her head, nostrils briefly flaring. He does not smell injured, she notes, but he is nonetheless frightened. She can scent it on the air, bitter and acrid. “Perhaps, I can be of some aid to you. Are you lost?”

[hidiingplace]

ALL OF YOUR MUSES ARE GREAT but caspian has to be my favorite... he is so thought out and his backstory is believable. it entices me to want to know more about him and the way you write him is so spot on. not only bc he is your oc, but because of the fact that you've done a great amount of research for his muse as well bc of the culture and religion he practices and if that isn't dedication then i'm not sure what is. caspian's personality as a whole is . wholesome and i love the fat that he is kind and compassionate despite his origins. one of my fave tropes tbh.

i love caspian bengal thank u.

ooc. thank youuuuuu that is so kind and sweet of you. cas was one of my first OCs so it was easy to dump loads of time and effort into him and researching all about those things is always so fun and exciting to me! 

Caspian really is just a wholesome dude wraped up in the complexities of trauma while trying to find a good way forward and i love that people can relate to him and his struggles regardless of the similarity or not too !! 

@crystlshrds // prompted by me!

[thraborn-a]

“you’re doing a better job of it than I used to.” naia muses, gently nudging the boy’s shoulder — boy, it is such an odd word. in another life she would be older, the honorary aunt who taught him how to throw a bola and swim deftly in a swamp, shared the countless ways she had pranked her family in her adolescent years. naia was only twenty-four trine old, slightly out of step with thra’s song, barely older than jen was now. she tries not to dwell on the idea of a future lost. “do you want to try bog-ball? great stress reliever - maudra approved.”

@crystlshrds​ : “i’m trying really hard to keep it together.” jen to naia

[thraborn-a]

“well that’s very silly of you.” though blunt, there is no ill intent behind kira’s words. how could jen be cursed? he had defeated the skeksis, saved thra from further destruction, healed the crystal of truth. that all sounded very heroic — blessed, even!  — to kira. putting down her cup of ta, the gelfling reaches out, settling a hand over jen’s shoulder, voice softening as she speaks, “you’re not cursed at all, jen.”

@crystlshrds​ : “it’s like i’m cursed or something.” jen to kira