#daeva: chat

[sunstrvck]

for: oveido borracherro / @w-reckeds​​

The pieces had fallen into place, and the between the conifers the path was painted out in ruby— and the words painted within them chilled even the most cold-hearted of attendees. Daeva navigated the thrum of panic and disorder, with dark wings brushing cruelly against those who did not heed way to her desire to make a path to the edge of the gardens. Weeping from the mortals who had come alongside their king filled the morning air— their sorrow was metallic. In the heart of it all, the new king stood pale-faced, surrounded by his sisters, unsure of what to do next. A presence by her side made her lean in, finding warmth against a familiar shoulder. “It looks like an animal did it,” the blonde remarked lowly, cutting her dark gaze over to Oveido’s. “Maybe one of their very own Wolves.” The women who had patrolled that evening looked distraught, as if they were marked visibly by their own failures. It had been their duty to ensure the safety of all the nobles in their court— and they had failed beautifully. Her gaze mirrored innocence that was ill-suited on her features. “Did you see anything out of the ordinary last night?”

[sunstrvck]

for: @oldgcds​ / iseult carseris

Her place by Iseult’s side was one that she had held for over a thousand years— her father before her, and his father before him had sat in a similar position during Solstice, at the head of the table for their Court and with she, ever unchanged, by their side. Even the oldest of fae gave her wide berth, knowing all too well that it was the foolish that stuck their fingers in the direction of something wild without expecting them to be bitten off. Her wings shadowed over her slim shoulders, fanning out in the warmth of the roaring blazes within the keep. They were children’s monsters, ones that had crept out of shadow and been made beautiful. Daeva leaned to the side after a mouthful of ice wine, finding Iseult’s ear to speak. “It’s undrinkable. I suppose it makes sense, why no one would be shocked by their gaudy decor.” She shoved the glass away. “They can’t even get wine right.” Her attention lifted as a human whisked it out of sight and her reaction was a scowl. “I see some courts brought beasts.” A beat passed, and her lips twitched, “I suppose it’s only fair, you brought Kaius.”

[sunstrvck]

for: @w-reckeds​​ / oveido borracherro

The Night Court with its inky skies and relentless chill was beautiful and barren— carved of hungry rocks and opening with the hungry mouths of caves. It was the birthplace of winged things; of creatures that knew flight and how to live in the dark. Daeva scarcely bothered to fold her wings neatly behind her, instead she fanned them out dramatically, letting the light stream through the gossamer skin that stretched taut from the bones. It was posturing, but everything was: the Night Court had a reputation for its teeth and she was happy to bear her own along with an expanse of tanned flesh under an intricate needlework of filmy fabric and beads. They all dressed to represent their courts, and her compatriots were a sea of black— shadows lurked around ankles where skirts also cascaded, adding to their wicked allure. She cared little for the other courts and their own attempts at grandeur, and instead turned her attention toward her own and the entourage that had arrived at Winterhold. A warrior caught her attention, and their dark eyes met before he frantically looked away. Daeva’s crimson mouth curved upwards before she strode to cross the room, seeking someone to bloody it with. “Did you have to beg to be taken along to Solstice, Ov? Such a high honour for such a low rank,” her leer mimicked the contented noise of a house cat. “You’re lucky, to have a friend in high places.”

[sunstrvck]

for: @kaiusnight​​ / kaius

If Iseult held the end of a starlit lead, it was Kaius who was the dog that snarled at the end of it. Though she found it difficult to say aloud, she quite enjoyed the pair when they found trouble together— neither were afraid of blood, wearing it or letting it. Her loyalty spanned for the Night Court beyond what would be Iseult’s rule, as it had been established long before their wicked Lady’s birth. Daeva held out a glass of wine, something dry and crimson— brought from the barrels of their own court. “You look as though you need it,” she voiced evenly, canting a brow as she became the shadow affixed to Kaius’ side. Humans and half-fae roamed the room and she could feel the way that his hackles rose in cruel response. It was no wonder that Iseult trusted him above her Hand, Daeva never dared to show her cards with such ease. He played ugly games, and hunted for sport, but she enjoyed to know the players within it if she was to observe. “Which catches your eye?”