#malaflamed

[valkyrjah]

                  she studies the queen, unwavering in her own fighting leathers as the silence stretches between them. for some reason, the thought the queen might have a more demanding presence. or maybe gwyn just used to people who walked cloaked in power. “i like your sword, where can i get one?” // @malaflamed

[cafegraces]

@malaflamed​ said :   “  i  could  keep  you  safe.  they’re  all  afraid  of  me.   ”   for cleo   //   hero and villain starters.

“   please try to remember that i’m the one with healing magic.   ”   she smiles softly,   a hand reaching out for her friend’s.   “   besides,   i’m high lady now.   between the two of us,   i think  it’s YOU who needs someone to keep them safe.   ”   as if being high lady weren’t dangerous in and of itself,   with the precarious balance of power in her court.   she searches her gaze,   teal eyes uncharacteristically serious for once.   “   you’ll always be safe with me,   just as i know i’ll always be safe with you.   ”

[scealtire-a]

     @malaflamed​ liked for a starter.                                       evalin for aelin. 

      “ do you ever think... “   she had to find the words, the right way to form the sentences as she chewed on her bottom lip. thoughts formed as her eyes narrowed, fingers picking at a loose thread on the shirt she wore, an absentminded habit she’d picked up throughout the years.    “ ...the doors that you told us about as children, the ones from the stories. do you think they will ever open again? “    she knew the stories, had heard them from her mother, from her father and from others in their family, but the curiosity was there in the back of her mind. what would happen if they opened again? was it even possible?     “ would it be possible? without a key? “

[wandyrlust-a]

she said she's dedicated to the meme yall

[theivashkinator]

»  continued from here with @malaflamed

       Aelin was half right ; Adrian wasn’t drunk, but the hangover that pounded relentlessly inside his head reminded him that he was not so long ago. The light of the setting sun filtered through the window that he’d forgotten to shut entirely, letting him know that he’d already slept too late. With a deep breath, he fixed his bloodshot eyes on the blonde, bringing her aura into the full view. She was annoyed, but then again, who wasn’t annoyed with Adrian Ivashkov lately ? 

❝ So then you’re a spirit, ❞ he answered himself, seemingly ignoring Aelin’s little lecture. Though his initial question had been brought on by the effects of spirit that continually ate at his sanity like acid –– now he was just having fun with her.  ❝ Here, but not really. Present –– but already so far gone. ❞  Okay, so maybe some of his rambling was still spirit induced, he thought to himself.

Sitting up, he ran a hand over his face in an attempt to wake up.  ❝ Why do you care, anyway ? Don’t you have better things to do than nanny the Ivashkov Disappointment ? ❞

[acourtcfmuses]

@malaflamed​ | liked for an Orion starter

Orion was watching the blonde as she helped trained the new trainee’s for the Valkyries. As the training ended the second son of the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on to approach. “You’re really good with them, more patient than some of the teachers Aunt Nestas has had for them.”

[viciousgracearc]

continued from here.     /     @malaflamed​​  ( celaena sardothien. )

          “CAREFUL, SARDOTHIEN, I can just easily send you back where you came from.” Zoya can’t, not really, not with Nikolai counting on her to fulfill this mission, not with so much hinging on this girl’s ability to find and persuade Alina Starkov. But Celaena doesn’t know that, and perhaps it irks Zoya that she’s being told to shut up by some upstart assassin who she’s had to drag out from the dank bowels of Endovier. “I was getting there but then you started retching.” The General crinkles her nose and pretends to brush off invisible lint from the rich fabric of her kefta. After a moment, she proceeds with her explanation.

         “Alina really did kill him,” let there be no confusion regarding that, Zoya thinks, who’s grown quite protective of the Sun Summoner and her reputation over the years. “But the bastard refuses to stay dead. We caught him, and he subsequently escaped. And now all of our grisha are deployed to help bring him back, and the Triumvirate has to ensure that no Fjerdan or Shu or Kerch spy will ever find out that he’s out there, before all our flimsy democratic relations with our neighbors are... well, ruined.” 

         If it is up to her, Zoya would venture out to Keramzin herself, but she is needed in the capital. So are Genya and David. Nikolai came up with the brilliant idea of unearthing Celaena where the Darkling had buried her, knowing that her story and her abilities make a powerful tool to coax Alina out of her retirement. “We need her and her powers to compound our strength -- and yours. If we have any hope of defeating the Black Heretic for good,” Zoya looks up to meet the inferni’s fierce, undaunted gaze. “-- you’ll have to go out there and find her for us.” 

[evermxre-a]

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