#lyra.

[mezaster]

misc satoshis ive drawn in the past while but havent posted here yet ft lyra & willow for hairstyle shenans

[isbls]

random   insta   edit   ( 1/? )  ft.   the  parabatai(tm).

[saintabbondefleury]

Lyra, Lira

Os dedos repletos de músicas que doíam demais para tocar. Lira era mais que um mero instrumento de tradução de partituras para notas, ela era a música encarnada. Ouvi-la o fazia despertar sem que tivesse conhecimento que vinha dormindo acordado na vida. Nascida e crescida na ilha, viveu uma vida simples e rodeada de canções e danças com os amigos e família, e acreditava que seria infinitamente feliz quando pudesse viver fazendo o que amava. Então, por que sentia que se cobrava demais e se satisfazia de menos? Por que chorava, sozinha, com notas ecoando dentro da cabeça quando treinava por horas a fio e se sentia incapaz? Uma pena para ninguém, além dela mesma, que o artista de coração dolorido seja tão cativante. Mas Lira entende que é extremamente apreciada, só que… Ainda assim, entre tantas coisas, questiona-se se teria tanto valor como música se tocasse com o peito alegre. Não há nada que ela consiga tocar mal, se ao menos entendesse isso sobre si.

cnn

As mãos delicadas da musicista nunca foram tão violentas como no dia que Delfim surgiu na praia. Ela correu primeiro, é claro, ou tentou. Ele a caçou como se o ato fosse nada mais que natural, talvez só porque ela havia corrido. Não se corre se não quiser ser perseguido, ele havia tentado explicar com naturalidade quando a consciência da terra o atingiu e ele despertou com uma dor de cabeça gigantesca, o sangue seco nos cabelos. Ela havia contado sobre a luta, e sobre a pedra que usou para nocauteá-lo depois que a capturou, fazendo nada além de contê-la e a olhar com olhos escuros. Lira precisou de ajuda para levantar o corpo desacordado de si enquanto tremia aquela noite, e não parecia mais a mesma pessoa quando o xingou pela arrogância da resposta. Menos ainda agora, quando não sente a menor faísca de medo sob seu olhar familiar, um ano depois.

A música que Lira e Dragão faziam juntos era de elevar o espírito. Mas isso foi tão antes… Tão antes de vê-lo cada vez mais explosivo, impossível de domar. Quanto mais tentava, mais o afastava, e logo era alguém que mal podia reconhecer. A amizade de infância se tornou nada além de memória e mágoa. Dragão parece seguir inabalado mas, estranhamente, distribuiu socos quando a viu acuada uma noite dessas num bar de Magdalene. Verdade que, depois disso, seguiu a vida como se nada tivesse acontecido, mas de fato aconteceu.

Insulana — nunca deixou Saint Abbon de Fleury Idade: 26 a 29 anos (utp) Ocupação: musicista Moradia: (utp)

[brain-ghosts]

I'll believe it all

There's nothing I won't understand

I'll believe it all

I won't let go of your hand

[lndenmeres-a]

𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀 + 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃

🔙 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋.

@dearests​

it takes very little effort for him to lift you,     and now he’s got you pinned up against the wall.     your torsos press together;     your toes dangle an inch or two above the ground until you wrap them securely around his waist.     you’ve been here before:     too many times to count,     starting with your very first encounter to your most recent,     just this morning.     but this time is a little different:     your heart stutters with nerves you’ve never felt around him before.     you shove the nerves down.     you have many flaws:     impatient     &     childish,     yes,     cocky    &     boastful,     yes,     insecure     &     soft at times     . . .     but you are not nervous.     and really,     do you have reason to be nervous     ?     no.     you grin.     ‘     come on,     grant,     i ask you a perfectly normal adult question and this is how you react     ?     that’s pretty immature.     ’     arms loop around his neck,     dragging him in for a deep and heartfelt kiss.     ‘     answer the question,     ’     you murmur.     ‘     will you marry me     ?     ’

aggression and sexual tension memes.

[lndenmeres-a]

𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄:     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋.

restriction is not so terrible a thing as you think it is.     one must not always be shackled to be prudent.     you could use a set of handcuffs in your life,     my love.     shall I forge them for you?     we could be tied together,     you     &     i.     maybe then you would not want for so many things.     maybe if you were drip fed what you wanted,     you would only focus on the next drip,     instead of the wide world of things there are to want.     you consume what you love,     you terrify the things you want.     you have chewed your way through your life and you are still hungry.     the old woman holds out a key.     the iron around your wrist is so very heavy.

what tarot card are you?

found on the dash tagging @thundaes​, @melnchly​, @pastfound​, @ohymnal​, @godbanes​.

[polarishq]

Meet BLAIR HARCOURT. They are TWENTY SIX years old and hail from GREENWICH, CT. BLAIR embodies the constellation, LYRA. They use SHE/HER pronouns. Their faceclaim is HAILEE STEINFELD.

Lyra reminds me of a wind chime, the deep and rich sounds of a cello, cozy sweatshirts, headbands, owls, purple sunrises, the muses, disney movies, musicals, epic poetry, crying at the end of a romantic comedy, chocolate truffles, old Hollywood, red lipstick, princess ballgowns.

BIOGRAPHY

There are two things you need to know right off the bat. One, Blair wasn’t supposed to be Lyra. Two, the Harcourts are a widely renowned family in the magical world for their philanthropy and musical talent, as well as the rumor that they’re descendants of sirens. In terms of a magical name, Blair the Spare would have been the best possible option for her, alongside Merlin the Silver Beard and Ivan the Terrible. For as far back as Blair can remember, her sister was slated to be Lyra and she would be lucky if she had powers, period.

So Blair chose not to focus on magic and instead focused on music. Little did she know, that her magic was slowly starting to manifest itself into her musical ability. She was sent to a nonmagical school and did well there-- Blair’s lack of attention from her parents created her into the ultimate perfectionist. She made her way through a prestigious all-girl’s school in Greenwich, and graduated with a ticket to the Juillard School. Considering it wasn’t a magical school, her parents weren’t particularly impressed.

Blair’s time in New York City and at Juilliard was some of the worst of her life. Instead of feeling like she was surrounded by like-minded individuals, she was immediately deemed an outcast with a superiority complex. Whether it was due to her money, her prowess on seemingly every instrument she touched, or her inability to make friends, Blair spent a very unhappy four years at Juilliard. Ursa Major recruited her personally, in the form of attending all of Blair’s concerts, including her senior recital. Blair’s manifestation of magic gave her ability on several instruments, and Ursa Major happened to be in agreement with Albus Dumbledore that music was a magic beyond all they did at school. Blair knew she was a friend of the family and always assumed she was just there to enjoy a performance.

The day Blair got her Lyra mark was the happiest day of her life. Despite her sister’s constant bragging and Blair feeling like she’d never be enough, for the first time in her life, she felt seen. She felt like someone understood all of the loneliness she went through and saw how she had taken every bad situation and made it into a good one. Blair has been at Polaris since she graduated from college, and has no plans to leave in the near future. She is not welcome at home, so she stays at Polaris over the breaks and picks up a few odd jobs in The Village, whether it’s waiting tables or in the shops. Polaris is her home, and that’s that.

Blair is exceptionally kind and comes across as a bubble, but she’s very hard on herself. While her powers are a mood booster for anyone, and even being in her presence while she’s absent-mindedly humming might be able to help someone’s bad day, they don’t work on her. Blair is a little two-faced in that sense-- she’s happy, yes, but she still has a lot of doubts in herself. Blair is always striving to work as hard as she possibly can. Like the sirens and mermaids of old, she draws her power from the water and enjoys spending time by the lake at Polaris and going to the beach. She is fluid and easygoing, just like a babbling brook.

INCLINATION

Lyra was the harp given to Orpheus, arguably the greatest singer of all time. Thus, Lyra must be some form of virtuoso musician. Lyra is less picky about a student’s element of choice, as musicians can draw inspiration from anywhere, but it’s the gifts that come along with their musical talent that matters. Lyra is known to persuade and heal others through song, depending on the situation. Lyra also can enchant other objects with healing properties through vocal or instrumental. Lyra also has the gift of working with the emotions of others, and the current Lyra uses her powers for good.

CONNECTIONS

Filling the Soft Spot for Laurel Hearst.

Throwing her into the Pop Up Therapy Group as a Healer because I can.

Older sister: There is noooo love lost between Blair and her older sister. They have a tough relationship. Blair has always felt like she’s been in her sister’s shadow. Her sister totally resents Blair for getting the Lyra mark. Eventually I’d love them to come to some kind of mutual understanding that their parents pitted them against each other and then be badass sisters together. Yay.

Choir Nerds: HOGWARTS HAD A FROG CHOIR, POLARIS HAS THE COMETS. idk, but these are the members of the school choir and they love each other a lot. singing together is a gift.

Penned by Leigh ★