#fawnedfae

[heartate-aa]

i love you. im so happy to have you as a friend and that you've been there for me, and i hope i can return the favour tenfold. you mean so much to me and i hope you always know that.

nepeta i love you so much.  i am so glad to have met you and that i can call you my friend  !!  i love and adore you with all my heart.  it makes me happy that i know you,  that you’re my friend,  and know that i’ll always be there for you.  i love you  !!!!!!!!

[verglarchive]

@fawnedfae​ sent:      ❛    i - i knew you,    ❜     more specifically,     perhaps,     she knew the dreams of a girl who could still dream despite the fear,     and how different and yet still very similar this woman is to her.       —     not accepting. 

rising hackles,      crystal rime like armor to shield the crux of her;      it is never quite a boon,      the singular affair of being seen.      the distant cousin of behold and perceive,      both luxuries which afford her the smokescreen of ideation      —      with practiced ease she cloaks herself with the presumptions of others,      their stolen silk not unlike a rippling mask.      to be seen,      truly,      is to be undressed,      laid bare without heed.       the sensation inspires a defensiveness that has her calling forth affectations of the snow queen,      as though nomenclature alone would keep her from being wholly unveiled.

❛❛      and what,    exactly,    do you know of me?      ❜❜      beyond that which i allow the world?      an answer equally sought and feared      —      agitation and intrigue wage fervid war,      debating the merits of being told how easily she might be read.      what has she given away,      for this woman to claim her known?

[ioniacriminal]

ALWAYS ALWAYS OPEN !!   " –– toughened by words before the fights, now you hurt them before they can hurt you ... "

He stands in the crevice of his heart, chisel in hand, facing another war that cannot be compared to the battles he faces daily       /       the latter has sharpened his senses      –      not destroyed, not dulled them, whilst the other, even now, still breaks through, pierces the skin, the flesh, leaves footprints of calmly untold stories... Until it finds the web of his ribcage, having no other target than what keeps him alive. Words are meaningless most of the times, but she is undoubtedly right      –      they changed him, made his blood ran cold and not by little degrees, not gradually but furtively. He rides himself of the emotions still creeping near, letting the past nip his flesh, but not to the extent of scarring       –      naught by a beast, he is solely meant to fight, to rob and then take, to claim and then abandon. Words are unforgiving, he would hear... Now he has grown unforgiving too.

❛        I cannot be hurt.        ❜         He simply says, monotone, vacant gaze. Her presence is alarming, however, and he feels she can read through the mask, through the facade, through the walls of indifference. He almost fears her.          ❛        It's different.        ❜        

@fawnedfae​

[chatoyisou]

@fawnedfae ,  as  lillia.

                                                                                   @chatoyisou​​ , as  xayah.

𝙻𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙰 : "everyone looks better with flowers in their hair" even demons, even monsters: made less imposing, if only slightly. thus fawn places baby's-breath, white rose, and daisy circlet atop boysenberry crown and smiles! "see ?" (for xayah :3)                                                                                                                  𝚇𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙷 :

IT’S  NOT  THAT  XAYAH  IS  UNUSED  to  such  gifts ;  she  still  knows  how  to  weave  them ,  still  knows  which  flowers  to  look  for  /  it’s  the  ones  without  broken  stems ,  the  thorns  don’t  matter  at  all  /  &  still ,  the  gift  surprises  her.

a  hand  comes  up  to  keep  it  steady  around  long  ears ,  tousled  hair ;  they’re  fragile ,  if  xayah  remembers  correctly  /  it’s  been  so  long  she’s  held  something  so  delicate ,  &  frail ,  in  her  hands.  animosity  for  the  other  bleeds  away  as  she  stares ,  dumbfounded ;  she’s  at  a  loss  of  words.

“  ...  hard  to  do  that  if  i’ve  got  a  hood  up  hiding  mine ,  ”  she  decides  to  say ,  then ,  a  touch  too  soft  /  a  bit  too  kind.  she’s  not  used  to  this ,  really ,  this  truce.  /  she  resents  the  other  for  spying  on  her  dreams ,  knowing  her  wishes  for  the  revolution  she’s  building  /  for  a  soft  space  to  nestle  into ,  once ,  maybe ,  never  /  &  for  an  end  to  this  war.

(  her  palms  feel  soft ,  soft  against  the  petals ;  she  knows  they  will  not  erase  the  years  spent  brandishing  feather  knives  &  roughing  them  up  against  stone  /  bark  /  steel  &  xayah  thinks ,  for  a  moment ,  she  could  sink  into  this  soft  space  instead.  /  what  do  you  wish  for ,  dream  of ?  she  does  not  know ,  but  maybe  it  is  this  moment.  )

it’s  without  another  thought  she  delicately  pulls  the  crown  off  of  her  head ,  &  then ,  with  less  care ,  her  hood ;  thrown  back  as  if  it’s  nothing ,  just  scraps  of  worn  fabric.  now  she  bows  her  head ,  stoops  just  a  bit  lower  for  lillia.  “  try  again ,  maybe.  ”

[rosespun]

@fawnedfae  :  flowers woven into dark hair, the careful braids and vibrant petals nestled, caught in perpetual stasis. the dragoon smiles, admiring her handiwork, and nestles against the other "will you take me? the next time you go to save the world?"

in the quiet recesses of her mind, or was it a dream? a memory? they grow so fleeting now,  so worn beneath phantom fingers that they might as well slip through them like water,  like sand.  muddy dreams that foretell colourless smears reaching way back,  far back.  it is the slight pull of her hair, and the touch on her hand that pushes forward from that blur.  gently,  so very gently now. ❝  you needn’t ask. ❞  the almost perpetual tension locked up in umiko’s shoulders,  slackens ever so subtly,  if not entirely.  she smiles despite everything beyond this moment,  beyond the pearled flowers in her hair and the care woven into each.

“next time" —  yes,  there will always be a next time.  somehow,  someway,  for better or for worse.  she sits and feels the weight of the aether around them,  knows the familiar patterns of her own and of lillia’s.  she is no soul - spotter,  she cannot truly see all and everything,  only feel.  there will always be a next time,  and it fills her with fear and acceptance,  and a strange longing.  ❝  i could not stop you even if i tried. ❞ a small tease is woven in,  but behind it there is truth.  leaning back against lillia,  the smell of freshly sprung peonies still in the air,  and a smile on her lips,  umiko eventually closes her eyes. 

[fuxian]

        “  did you sing to these?  they seem to have bloomed far more beautifully than the ones around them.  ”

     「 @fawnedfae​​​   ❤ ‘d    for a starter. 」

[maneatcr]

stuck in shadow, night is where dreams bloom and where danger lurks "not nightmare but still shadow. still hungry ... i ——" twig cracks underfoot, and heart near leaps out of chest "eep!"

                                                                        curious   creature   ,   wandering   around   so   late   at   night               (   an   easy   target   ).   evelynn   followed   slowly   ,      stalking   the   beast   that   so   clumsily   stole   her   attention.   this   girl   was   a   liability   to   herself   ,   obviously   she   had   too   much   faith   that   whatever   lurks   in   the   shadows   would   be   blinded   by   the   light   her   soul   harbored   ——   this   demon   wasn’t   quite   so   weak   ,   the   brighter   the   better   ,   they   were   the   most   satisfying   to   stamp   out.      sharp   claws   raked   along   the   bark   of   several   trees   as   she   pursued   ,   iridescent   golden   gaze   likely   being   the   only   thing   her   prey   would   be   able   to   see   until   the   distance   was   closed.                  ❝         do   you   feel   it?      ❞                  words   traveled   through   the   foliage   ,   tone   menacingly   calm.                     ❝      that   fear   of   death   …      can   you   taste   it?      ❞     

unprompted   asks         .         accepting

[thegleamingquill]

& - kazane

Tracing Scars - Accepting!

Her muscles tensed underneath the delicate touch of the dream creature. A touch so light, one typically wouldn’t have noticed. However, Kazane did notice - because she hated being touched. Turning her head to look at the shy creature, she scoffed and shook her head. The burn scar on her back was large and spanned from her hips to between her shoulder blades. 

The story of the scar was uninteresting. Another fight, another attempt on her life. Another person she had to get rid of. All the same and no different from any other scar on her body. Why there was interest in this particular one, she couldn’t understand. “That’s nothing special, you know.”