#feathcrcd.

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CLOSED ; for @feathcrcd's CELESTE.

there was something enviable in the elegance of feathered wings, especially when contrasted with the leather set nor had been born with. it was a reckoning upon seeing the peregryns. unlike her sister, honoria had never dreamt of the other courts. it was hard to patch together an idea of them and wrap her head around the rumoured opulence or beauty of the other courts until she finally laid eyes on them.

their warriors were beautiful, the picture of divine retribution while illyrians such as herself looked like they'd clawed their way out of hell. to have been born so similar to them, and yet to be the horrible, ugly, demented version relegated into the horrors of the night. honoria had difficulty putting into words how she felt about the entire thing. face-to-face with this injustice, wrapping her tongue around the jealousy. ultimately, it feels unfair.

honoria tries to pocket the envy. she figured that she should test the ground with the dawn commander. although it was hardly nature of the night court to have allies, nor was curious where the other solar courts sat.

"deveraux," she offers in greeting. "off to the training yard as well?"

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CLOSED ; for @feathcrcd's ELDAR.

she feels hot to the touch. anger roiling off of her in surging waves, matching the rhythm of her elevated heart beat. her head had barely even touched the pillow before she had bolted back upright, wings trembling in rage. despite the early hours, she couldn't shake the tension from her earlier interaction with the king. she itched to kill the boy.

prescriptive labels like morning and evening meant nothing when there was rarely any sunlight to mark this. as the sky was constantly overcast with a spill of stars in the night court, honoria had little regard for time. without a second thought, she moves out of her chambers in her bed clothes and launches down the hall to eldar's chambers.

sharply, honoria brings her fist to the door in three successive knocks, holding back her strength from breaking down the door. when it came to courtly etiquette and qualms, honoria found herself turning to eldar. although he'd been a piss poor teacher, the other illyrian had been an ally during nor's early days in the court. he'd refined her from raw.

"princeling!" they yell into dark laquered wood of the door, knocking again. she only offered the courtesy of warning because the door was locked, otherwise honoria was in the fashion barging in. "wake. up."

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CLOSED ; for @feathcrcd's CELESTE.

she found celeste to be everything she was afraid of being. openly, at least. in the deepest corners of her mind, iphigenia realized she was far more similar to celeste than she liked. had she gone down an slightly more militant path, she could have been the peregryn. not a peregryn of course, but maybe a commander. or, on her way to becoming one. if her father had noticed how calculating she could be. if she played her cards right.

instead she was just a lady. just a healer. despite the faint jealousy, this was how iggy preferred it. less eyes. less judgement. she could watch on the sidelines. no, she did not want celeste's life. she was envious of her power though.

"commander." even with her inner monologue, iphigenia's body moves into a curtsey. shallow. polite enough for her militant status. "it's been some time but, i suppose it's a good sign to have no use for a healer."

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the high healer ignores the footsteps for as long as she can, keeping her back turned as she fiddles with her finishing touches for the umpteenth time. iphigenia measures out the number of droplets, and then adds a dollop of paste. “i’ll be with you in a second,” iggy calls out, yet, noting the distinct lack of a metallic tang in the air. her nose scrunches. “are you injured?” she turns around, taking her eyes off of her concoction. at the sight of the other fae, the concern falls off her features like a slate, growing neutral. “oh. just you.” this is enough permission to return her attention to her potion station, adding another ingredient. “well, are you alright? or are you here to bother me?”

closed for @feathcrcd's korain, @crxssdhearts' xavier, @rosaxseer's rosa

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"korain," chev says, tone not lacking his usual warmth. "you're not avoiding me, are you, son?" yet, there's an authoritativeness in his tone, almost unfamiliar in his mouth. it's been so long since he's spoken to anyone like that - with some force behind his words, resemblant of someone who he'd been long ago. a ghost on another day, but today he was coherent.

"i can always fell a palm tree myself, but a virile young man would certainly be helpful to carry it back. after all..." never against some good old fashion guilt... "i'm getting up there in years."

closed for @feathcrcd's korain.

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truthfully, it brought bea great sadness to face her former cote of peregryns. although the late deveraux general had been nothing short of a dictator, it was the greatest sense of community to belong with them and the greatest loss to be unable to fly with them. celeste was not her father, but there was certainly a trace of them in her divine features. a shiver runs up her spine.

bea blinks away her self pity, clutching her ledger an inch tighter. “are you dropping off a receipt?”

for @feathcrcd's celeste.

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“eldar,” nor offers in curt greeting. almost too embarrassed to say anything else. a strange way to greet a friend.

she can still recall melting into his kiss, the heat of his body pressed against hers for only a moment. this suppressed coil of desire within the illyrian unwinds just an inch. nor had wanted nothing more than to breathe in the moment - indulge in the scent, the feeling, the passion. just let herself do something stupid for once and follow the rhythm of her heart. instead, when the spell was broken, the illyrian had done the smart thing - slapping the draven across the face.

because as much as she’d wanted it - ached for it, even - who knew what the intentions behind the kiss were? to shut her up? something to pacify her because he hadn’t want to answer her? perhaps it was worse. maybe he was just looking for another to warm his bed, considering honoria had shoo’d away the dusk fae in it.

for @feathcrcd's ELDAR in the summer court.