#dih.event-001

[wickedxlovely]

Her laughter echoed through the air, the queen feeling a sensation close to intoxication from dancing around with her fae and new guests, her ebullience affecting the fey. Or perhaps it was from the summer wine that she had too many cups of already, something that was solely needed tonight to remove her nerves. Her mother taught her well to hide those feelings, though she was still prone to the occasional outburst and she saw no reason to not enjoy herself tonight, despite being among some who thought her a villain. The butterfly ball had always been one of her favourite celebrations, so as she danced through the crowd, switching from partner to partner, her hand clasped onto the next as she asked them, “Enjoying the festivities?” ( open starter for the butterfly ball @dihstarters​ )

[tenebrcrum-a]

“      sweet boy …    ”      an echo ripples to the surface  ,     calling you to the edge of the abyss  ;     come closer ...   closer ...     look down ...    look ...      the croon sounds almost human but not quite ,       there is an  unsettling eeriness    to its lulling rhyme .

a knife  - no ,   a finger  ,     sharp   &   spindly  ,     black as the veil of the night above  ,    finds itself subtly guiding his chin ;     inquisitively inspecting for an answer  .      “    do you always look this  sad ?    ”      the world has faded into a murmur ;    and into the depths of the abyss a pair of incandescent rouge eyes burn like torches .    “      poor thing ...    your heart is   aching  ...    "           but the is no warmth near the flames  ;    they are all  screams and delusions ,    and psychedelic fever dreams .     “     won’t you give me your name ?   ”

@ohblindinglights​

[wickedxlovely]

The Queen had been preparing for this night in more ways than one. The Butterfly Ball was always an extravagant night, but her new guests were a new factor that she had to be considered tonight. Her advisors, regardless of the ones who approved of her act of bringing the Clave and Downworlders into Fae and those who did not, knew that tonight would be the first time she would address everyone. After tonight, everyone would know her face—she would no longer be able to walk among them as she had the past month without them knowing who she was. Many nights were pondered over the right words to say, how the night would be carried out, but one thing that no one could help her prepare for, and it was the one she didn’t want to admit felt harder than the rest, was him.

After her speech, and a few moments of exchanging pleasantries, Cirilla was alone in a clearing of one of the forests not far from the castle. You could still hear the distant sounds of music and laughter, things that normally made her heart swell, but in this moment she felt butterflies. And not the good kind. She reminded herself she had been preparing for this, thinking of all the right things to say to him, but as soon as she could hear in the distance a familiar voice struggling, heard the approaching footsteps of her guards and her the warlock entering the forest where she waited, she turned. Her eyes fell upon his face... and her mind went blank. “Hello.” ( closed starter for @ohblindinglights​​ ) 

[wickedxlovely]

It was beginning to be a long night for the queen—first addressing everyone she trapped in her realm, her fight with Leopold, being surrounded by War, Death, and now the Unseelie Queen. The copious amounts of summer wine that was now within Cirilla did much to dull those memories, allowing her to focus on the lightness in her mind. She needed the distraction. So when she stumbled on some poor drunk fool talking to a plant, she smiled. With a flick of her wrist, the plant sprang to life, its leaves twisting into a lion’s mane and letting out a terrifying roar. ( closed starter for @kosmoreyes​​ )

[wickedxlovely]

MATTHEW HAD SPENT MAJORITY of his night talking with people from his past—old friends, old business partners, running into a certain familiar. He thought that one was enough to throw him off for the night, but then he caught a familiar smell... Matthew knew that scent anywhere. Beyond a doubt. Weaving in between the crowd, he followed it, eyes scanning everyone, his mind racing, until he saw her red hair. He approached her from behind, greeting her with a roughness he couldn’t hide, “Where have you been?” ( closed starter for laura @ohblindinglights​ )

[wickedxlovely]

 ✶ — › ( Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴄɪʀɪʟʟᴀ ) — ⌜ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟʏ ʙᴀʟʟ 2020⌟

The white butterfly symbolizes metamorphosis, transformation, start of a new chapter, bad or good weather to come, and death.

[wickedxlovely]

THERE WERE MANY THINGS that reach the Queen’s ears. It was her job to know things, things to keep herself protected, to use against people if need be. Even before she was queen, things would reach her, information and secrets buzzing around the court. So while she had not met everyone who was brought over into the realm, she knew of many of them already. But stories were exactly that—just stories. To really get the truth was to meet them, talk to them. What better way to find things than to be there yourself? So tonight she mingled with them, trying to talk to those who were willing. And tonight, one such person was Jace Herondale. So when he was alone she approached him. “You are Jace, are you not?” she asked. ( closed starter for Jace @ohblindinglights​ )

[wickedxlovely]

the butterfly ball ( self para )

                                        What if I fall?

              But a voice responded.

                                   Oh, but my darling... what if you fly?

Setting: After the start of the event (the initial mingling); before the dinner.

With eyes the colour of starlight and hair as black as night, she entered the main room where everyone had gathered, silence falling upon the crowd as she approached. She scanned the crowd, seeing some faces old, some new, her eyes lingering on a few in particular for a moment too long. But more importantly, she looked upon the fae—her fae—and reveled in the magic between them, her connected energy to her people, to their realm and all of nature around them. A symbiotic relationship—for without them, she would be nothing.

“I wanted to welcome all of you to today’s celebrations,” she began, her voice carrying out like a hypnotic melody. “Today, we celebrate the sacrifices of the ones who came before us. We remember the fair folk who are long gone, but their souls remain within us still. But more importantly, tonight we celebrate change. Change can be a beautiful thing. For if nothing ever changed, we would surely die.” Like a butterfly, her wings unfolded, a display of radiance, beauty, power. “The butterfly signifies the extraordinary growth that all living things are able to achieve when we make a choice. That is why you are all here today, to make this choice.”

Just as quickly, the wings disappeared into a prism of butterflies, a sweet smile formed on the Queen’s face as they journeyed out into the crowd. “Tonight, no matter what court you belong to, no matter who you are, what you were born as, we welcome you. Please, enjoy the food and wine and dance until the dawn comes.”

For the new dawn will come. To whatever end.