Jan 19, 2017
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Ginger son hhhh
A boy and man
I relate to Andrew bc I too go bright red when I'm even the slightest bit stressed or embarrased
ME WHEN ANDREW GOT STAR BAKER: *HAMILTON VOICE* LOOK AT MY SON. PRIDE IS NOT THE WORD IM LOOKING FOR.
"No, Andrew, baby, everything's gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine"
Me, yelling
Nightmares- A Lucien Fic
My arms are pinned and I’m kneeling on the stone floor of the throne room. I do not kneel for anyone, not even my father, but Elspeth is on the floor and Eris is holding her. Her face is bloody and smattered with bruises. Her arms are covered in small bleeding cuts. Eris is holding an ash dagger. I watch a drop of blood fall off of it and I scream. “Hurt her again and I will kill you all. Damn our family blood.” My father glares at me, his lips curled in a sneer as if I am a pest he wishes to rid himself of. I thrash against my brothers holding me, but there’s two of them and only one of me. It’s useless.
“Lucien,” My father growls, “You must learn true strength. You need to learn how to sacrifice what is most valuable to you. And we’re going to give you a lesson tonight.” He bares his teeth in a smile. He knows exactly where to bury a knife in his opponent. Right now, that’s me.
“Elspeth, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” I cry, my heart in tatters. She’s so beautiful even pinned to the dirty ground of the Autumn Court throne room. She looks at me, her dark hair tangled around her face.
“There’s nothing to forgive, dear Lucien.” She smiles through her pain and I cry. Eris lifts his arm and the blade in his hand slashes across her throat. I crumple in my brothers’ arms. There’s nothing left of me. A deep and unending rage pours through my soul as I watch Elspeth’s blood spill. She watches me until the light goes out from her eyes. Her last words, “Lucien, my love” bubble in her throat. I choke.
She’s gone, my light is gone. She’s not coming back for me, I want to run after her. Take me with you. I look up at my father glaring. He laughs at my expression, “You’re a fool to give your heart away so freely Lucien. Love will only make you vulnerable in the end. You must have strength.” He growls and waves his hand dismissively at Elspeth. The body bursts into flames and that’s when my control shatters.
My rage explodes as a scream from the back of my throat. Instantly, the air in the room feels as if it’s boiling. The damper on my power has disintegrating and I freely release it on my so called family. I bite my brother’s leg and wrench out of both of their grasps. I grab both of them by the throats, my hands aflame. They scream and I revel in their pain and fear.
“Lucien, stop!” My mother whimpers. I turn to her, eyes blazing. I laugh cruelly. “You want me to spare them don’t you mother. You can’t bear the thought of your darling sons hurt. Well Mother, I am already dead inside.” I spit as I throw my two brothers into Eris. They lay on the ground in a heap of limbs, while Beron stands from his throne.
“Stop being ridiculous, son. I have made you stronger, look at this power you have manifested. We could rule all of Prythian.” His voice is calm and powerful, but I see the waver of fear in his eyes. They never suspected me to have this power, but I’ve kept it a secret for years.
“Come after me and I will destroy you. Do not call for me. I will gleefully end any of you.” I set the rest of the room alight and winnow from it. I manage to get to the Spring border before I collapse. Elspeth is gone. Now that my rage is extinguished, I feel nothing. What good is feeling anyway? I have nothing good left in the world.
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I violently jerk awake and cry out at the pain in my eye. It burns as if it’s trying to sear its way out of my flesh. I take deep breaths and calm the fire in my veins. My eye instantly cools, but it still throbs dully. My nightmares have always triggered blazes in my magic. Fire magic and a metal eye don’t seem to mix well. I swear grumpily.
I look around my room in Tamlin’s manor. I’m safe here, the Autumn Court can’t hurt me, not like they did to Elspeth. I clench my jaw and sit up. I rub my temples and try to smother the emotions that rise in my chest when I think of her. I put a hand on my heart and feel the solid beating. My Elspeth, I still love you and I haven’t forgotten you. You are the shred of humanity I keep tucked in my heart for moments like this. I can almost hear her tinkling laughter and see the curve of her lips.
As if conjured from my dreams, the door to my room opens and a graceful figure enters. Her dark hair is flowing down her back. My heart throbs- Elspeth?- but hope is an evil bastard.
“Ianthe,” I grunt. “What do you need right now?” I cross my arms and hope she’ll just leave. The bitch doesn’t seem to understand the concept of no.
She giggles. “Oh Lucien, I heard you scream from the hallway and I wanted to comfort you.” She tilts her head as she watches me. “Tamlin would want you to be comforted wouldn’t he?”
It’s clear from her smile that I’ve left one nightmare only to awaken to another one. The one thought that gives me hope is a golden haired girl who saw me. When she looked at me, she didn’t see my metal eye or my past. She saw my soul. Elain.
I wanted to let y’all know
I’m currently writing a Lucien fic. It should be up tomorrow. Also I might be having some drinks so have pity. I’m so excited to write this since it's my first fic piece ever. I hope you’ll like the finished piece. Lucien squad assemble!! Also I’m feeling really talkative so chat me if you want to!
yes yes Galavan’s back very exciting-- BUT WHERE IS MY GINGER JOKER?