#fateviled

[livingprophecy]

no memes but this inbox is my home now >:(((

[archivedheartvalor]

     ruined.     that was what they all called her now,      what they all thought of her.      she couldn’t imagine what it would be like seeing him again.       she hadn’t imagined how her heart would almost stop beating in the middle of the palace hall.       eyes on the one who had always seen her.       and she wonders,      if he still does.       if he still wants to see her.      if she is still something to be admired by his eyes,      and maybe especially now,       for his eyes only.      her mind races,      spinning all sorts of webbed thoughts about this.      keeping her scarf up,      covering some of her face.      her ruined beauty.       but now,      at least she’d be sure no man would ever want her for her beauty only again.

       “     i know     -       ”          the first words she speaks since they had been separated.        the first words since the darkling left the palace.        since alina starkova came back.          “       i know i am no longer the beautiful girl you once admired,    captain westfall.       ”         she wants to add a but.         but she isn’t sure there are any.        they had never added titles to whatever they were.      and perhaps,     he no longer saw her fitting for such thing.        even if it would break her heart,       she’d walk away with her head held up high.         “      it is alright if you don’t want to      -       ”        but she didn’t know what to say.       because fate had never let them specify.        had never let them put into words what they were.

ft.     chaol westfall     (   @fateviled   )

[faeties]

@fateviled​ - ❝  when i’m with you i feel like myself.  i feel like every side of me is present and accepted.  and i feel good about it—  i feel good about who i am when i’m with you.  ❞ ( rex @ anakin :)) ) 

Many Jedi were lax with their clones. They knew the men were controlled from birth, or decanting as they called it, and shoved into the war against their will. (Did either the clones or the people leading them truly want to be fighting this war or were their hands merely tied by circumstance?) Anakin liked to take that laxness as far as he could. So, if there was reason to celebrate and they didn’t have a pressing mission, he allowed the men to drink. 

Currently, they were on leave, the Resolute floating high above Coruscant. Many of the men had taken the revelries to 79s, but Rex had stayed with him on the ship. Padmé’s niece’s birthday was growing close and she had returned to Naboo for a brief reprieve. He had hoped their mission would be done in time to join her, but they had gotten called to aid on Dantooine. Such was war, he supposed...

But he had also supposed that Rex would would join his brothers. Not yet ready to head back to the temple, he had decided to sip something in his room and actually go over his reports for once. Rex had come to drop off some more flimsiwork for him, but had stayed, to his pleasure. Work forgotten, they had started to speak as they often did. Comfort came easy around Rex. And they both had probably had a little more than they should.

But such honesty... The words that spilled from his captain that warmed Anakin’s heart. A sun beam smile, small and gentle, twisting like binary stars above a sunrise. He nodded at Rex. “I... I’m glad, Rex,” he said, voice unusual gentle, “That you feel that way. It means I’m doing something right.” Rex’s comfort was it’s own reward. Anakin didn’t have many friends-- but he liked to consider Rex ranked highly among that few.

[kcrclrezni]

@fateviled​ said: ❝  whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have.  ❞ (from dominik<3)

song of achilles rp starters

Half of their regiment is missing, having marched north two days prior, leaving Nikolai in charge of those who remained. They were supposed to be back by now. Actually, they were supposed to be back six hours ago. There’s no reason they should be tardy, except if... 

Nikolai readjusts his pack and surveys the group. Every single one of them is tired and hungry and very much in need of a bath. They have a choice: Either march toward Ulensk, where they are due to make camp by sunset tomorrow, or rescue their brothers in arms. 

As I always have. Nikolai’s gaze locks with Dominik’s, almost as if no other opinion in the group matters. “We head north, lads. See how far we can go before sundown. We make camp wherever we end up.” 

[sanktasolntse]

@fateviled​​ asked : ‘ i am a broken, cruel, useless excuse for a man. I am not somebody to love without ruin. ‘ from rowan 🔪

“Then    ruin    me.”    Dark    eyes    focus    on    the    prince’s,    unwavering    and    unafraid.    She    knows    that    this    might    hurt    her,    that    it    might    be    the    very    thing    that    finally    destroys    her    heart.    She’s    lost    so    much,    given    so    much    to    be    here,    and    she’ll    give    up    everything    else    she    has    to    see    the    world    righted    —    except    for    Rowan.    Gods,    never    Rowan.    She’d    sooner    cleave    the    world    in    two    than    face    the    possibility    of    losing    him.    The    Fae    girl’s    heart    belongs    to    him,    and    it    has    since    her    soul    was    little    more    than    a    speck    of    dust    in    this    universe.

She    folds    one    of    his    hands    in    hers,    pressing    it    against    her    heart.    “I    love    you,    Rowan    Whitethorn.    I    will    always    love    you,”        she    says    softly.    Tears    threaten    to    spill,    but    she    pushes    them    back    with    a    shuddering    breath.    “I    don’t    care    how    much    you    think    you    don’t    deserve    my    love    or    how    much    you    try    to    push    me    away.    No    matter    how    horrible    you    think    you    are,    I    am    yours.”    She    steps    closer,    not    yet    letting    go    of    his    hand.    “Just    tell    me    you’re    mine.”

[ofperihelia]

@fateviled​   .   𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐏

it  was  the  name  that  had  given  her  pause,    that  had  stopped  her  from  storming  down  to  the  docking  station  the  moment  it  had  pinged  on  her  radar.    still,    she  made  her  way  towards  where  the  shuttled  had  docked  on medina,    stiff-backed  and  face  a  blank  mask  of  stern  indifference  of  the  transport  union  president  while  she  waited  for  the  young  man  to  exit.    she’d  given  specific  orders  that  the  area  be  given  a  wide  berth  —  both  for  the  boy  to  have  some  semblance  of  privacy  and  so  that  she  needn’t  worry  about  losing  her  temper  due  to  encroaching  onlookers.     (  she  REFUSED  to  let  the  ghost  of  his  father  hang  over  HER STATION  OR  HER.  )     at  the  telltale  sound  of  magboots  hitting  the  dock,    she  straightened  her  posture,    tightening  her  fists  behind  her  back  before  loosening,    and  clenched  her  jaw.    her  teeth  flashed  in  what  a  fool  might  consider  a  smile  as  she  brought  her  hands  in  front  of  her.      “ filip  nagata. ”      she  enunciated  the  surname  slowly,    narrowing  her  eyes  as  she  examined  the  boy,    looking  for  some  flinch  or  tell.      “ what  brings  you  to  the  transporter  union’s  medina  station? ”      

[archivedheartvalor]

     the palace had been her home for years,      but she had always been homesick for something else.      something more,      something unknown.      something she couldn’t begin to describe.      maybe she just longed to be away from the king.       leaving his room,      gentle feet tap on the palace’s marbled floors as she walks.      until a familiar presence wraps around her essence.       captain westfall.      instantly a rosy flush rushes to her cheeks.      oh,     how she hated how easily he had gotten underneath her skin.      how a single chat,     or even a smile,      with chaol could make her day.      how it would keep her endless nightmares at bay when she finally laid her head down to sleep. 

      “     it is highly impolitely to sneak up upon a lady,     even if she is a servant,     captain westfall.      ”        voice is soft,     laced with honey as she turns around to face him.     not bothering to hide her blush.      let it stay.       he wouldn’t judge her,      and she liked it.       she liked being seen by him.       actually seen.      he was the only one who did so.        “     how has your day been,    chaol   ?       ”

ft.    chaol westfall    (   @fateviled   )

[livingprophecy]

@fateviled​  asked:      ❝    honestly  i  can’t  sleep,    so  if  you  wanna  stay  up  with  me?    ❞  (elian  @  aurora  sorry,  already  failed  step  one)      /      staying  the  night  prompts.

          𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊  𝐀𝐓  the  door  isn’t  a  complete  surprise  —  aurora  can  hear  elian’s  mind  just  as  loud  as  callum’s  and  baz’s.  they’re  all  filled  with  so  much  conflict  and  pain,  and  she’s  the  unwilling  spectator,  try  as  she  might  to  block  the  noise  out.  elian’s  struggles  are  unlike  her  own,  but  still  she  can  relate,  a  displaced  child  with  powers  too  great  for  their  own  good.  she  can’t  imagine  what  it’s  like  to  learn  your  own  father  put  a  tracker  in  you,  but  she  isn’t  ignorant  to  problems  with  fathers  either,  at  least.  the  girl  opens  the  door  with  a  timid  smile,  still  apprehensive  around  all  members  of  the  mansion.      <  i  wasn’t  sleeping  either.  >      she  signs  back,  glancing  back  over  her  shoulder  at  the  bed.  sketchbook  still  open,  with  scattered  pencil  drawings  inside,  aurora  sighs  before  turning  back,  motioning  for  elian  to  come  in.  she  climbs  back  on  the  bed,  crawling  to  the  furthest  corner  from  him  without  even  realizing;      SHE  DOESN’T  LIKE  PEOPLE  NEAR  HER,  and  she  doesn’t  want  elian  to  touch  her,  though  she  hasn’t  given  him  the  chance  to  prove  his  hands  aren’t  evil  like  so  many  were  before.  it  feels  unnecessary  still,  considering  the  massive  bed  she’s  still  getting  used  to  puts  an  ocean  of  space  between  them.      (it’s  too  soft  to  sleep  on,  she  thinks:      when  used  to  concrete,  a  soft  bed  feels  as  if  it’s  swallowing  her  whole).      pulling  her  knees  against  her  chest,  aurora  looks  at  elian  again,  and  she  can  tell  he  feels  like  as  much  of  a  stranger  in  this  place  as  she  does.  she’s  not  ure  if  it  makes  her  feel  better  or  not.  waving  her  hand  to  get  his  attention  again,  she  begins  to  sign.      <  can  i  be  honest  with  you?  i  haven’t  really  seen  too  many  movies,  like  the  one  we  watched  a  few  nights  ago.  and  it  seems  impossible  to  find  a  place  to  start.  >      she  keeps  her  movements  slow  enough  so  elian  can  follow,  knowing  he’s  still  learning,  but  she  can’t  help  the  flush  of  embarrassment  she  feels  after  the  admission.  aurora  doubts  it  was  elian’s  intention  to  set  her  on  this  path,  the  movie  being  a  distraction  for  another  restless  night;      but  she  hasn’t  stopped  thinking  about  it.

          𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐄  goes  exposing  her  naivety.      <  we  don’t  have  to  watch  any,  if  you  don’t  want.  we  could  just  talk.  or  sit  here.  >      her  hands  move  faster  now,  conveying  her  anxiety  far  more  than  she’d  like,  and  the  telepath  can’t  help  but  internally  groan  and  roll  her  eyes  at  herself.  the  last  thing  she  wants  is  more  looks  filled  with  PITY  AND  HEARTBREAK,  received  every  time  she  reveals  something  else  about  her  time  as  a  captive,  and  yet  she  is  the  one  digging  her  own  grave  since  she  can’t  keep  her  damn  hands  still,  thoughts  racing  just  as  fast.  biting  her  lip,  she  manages  an  awkward  smile,  before  continuing.      <  i’m  sorry,  i  really  don’t  know  how  to  do…  >      she  trails  off,  letting  out  a  pathetic  laugh,  dropping  her  head  against  her  knees.  great,  elian  is  going  to  think  she’s  an  idiot.      <  this.  any  of  it.  >      she  signs  without  looking  up,  only  peaking  up  after  she’s  finished,  still  trying  to  manage  the  shy  smile.  she’s  never  had  a  friend  —  sure,  she  had  them  in  elementary  school,  but  those  childhood  friendships  didn’t  exactly  stick  around  in  aurora’s  life  —  this  is  a  completely  new  experience,  SOMETHING  FAR  MORE  MEANINGFUL,  that  she  feels  like  she’s  messing  up  with  every  step.  finally,  she  rests  her  chin  against  her  knees,  wide  eyes  searching  elian’s  for  judgment  and  malice.      (she  finds  none,  not  that  she  expected  to  find  any  in  the  first  place).            <  i  think  i  make  better  company  than  baz,  at  least.  >      aurora  jokes,  another  soft  laugh  passing  her  lips.  the  other  man  had  a  good  heart,  one  she  could  tell  callum  saw  too,  but  he  spoke  without  thinking  sometimes,  letting  his  emotions  guide  him,  and  that  heart  had  been  broken  too  many  times  too  young.  aurora  is  just  an  awkward  mess;      it  has  to  be  at  least  a  little  more  bearable.      <  i’ll  shut  up,  i  promise.  >      elian  certainly  didn’t  come  for  her  nonverbal  babbling,  after  all.