#malascion

[enduringlystoic]

   ❝ what are you doing? ❞

@malascion​  liked for a thing

[pistolslinger]

grudgesheld is quite literally one of the kindest and most adorable souls I’ve ever met and I would die for them with zero complaining because ??? He gives so much love and light to this rpc and we don’t deserve him at all ♥️

TELL UR BELOVEDS U LOVE THEM.

@grudgesheld​  absolute truth!!!!!!!!!!! not a single exaggeration in sight!!!!!!!!!! elliott is so incredibly kind and welcoming it is impossible to not have a good time w/ him on the dash!!!!! also they are fantastic at writing & always have the best ideas for ways to get muses interacting and im obsessed w/ how creative he is!!!!!!!!

[fateviled-a]

@malascion​ said  —    it is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. - fenrys

      it  is  a  mercy    to  be  glancing  towards  the  forest  beyond  them  and  not  at  her  then.    there  are  many  things  that  he  is,    not  a  single  one  of  them  being  ashamed  to  have  his  queen  see  the  way  that  his  gaze  turns  dull  and  distant  by  its  own  volition  as  her  words  strike.    still,    he  doesn’t  want  to  live  in  those  memories.    not  the  blood  pooling  at  his  knees,    the  warmth  of  it  still  scorching;    not  her  screams,    each  of  them  echoed  in  that  room  over  and  over  only  for  him  to  stand  frozen  and  unmoving  by  that  bitch  and  her  torturer’s  order.    it’s  harder  than  he  wants  to  admit,    dry  swallow  scratching  at  his  throat,    the  discomfort  no  less  familiar.      “it  was  almost  easy  to  forget,    after  a  while.    how  awful  it  was.    and  then  it  happened  again,    and  i  remembered—”      she  is  the  only  one  who  knows,    just  as  he  is  the  only  one  who  knows.    the  horrors  they  suffered  are  not  a  secret,    but  nobody  will  know  the  extent.    nobody  will  know  how  many  of  her  cries  he  counted  for  those  cursed  months  until  eventually,    the  number  was  too  high  for  him  to  keep  going.    he  still  can’t  keep  track  of  how  many  of  them  were  real,    if  more  of  them  weren’t,    or  if…    if.    there  were  too  many  ifs.

      he  never  stood  a  chance  of  protecting  her  in  maeve’s  clutches.    he  never  stood  a  chance  of  saving  his  brother.    those  are  things  he  knows  without  a  doubt.    a  shake  of  his  head,    it’s  all  he  can  do  to  clear  away  the  thoughts.    THINGS  HE  WOULD  NEVER  SHAKE.    as  if  the  knowledge  didn’t  taste  like  bile  in  his  throat  ever  second,    didn’t  taste  like  the  copper  of  his  own  family’s  blood  as  it  invaded  all  of  his  senses.    at  least  he’d  been  able  to  cry  afterwards,    at  least  maeve  hadn’t  taken  that  too.      “never  again.”      he  would  never  let  anyone  take  that  from  him  again,    and  he  knew  she  would  never  do  something  like  that  to  him.    she  was  his  true  queen,    and  she  knew.    they  both  knew.    the  blood  oath  was  not  the  only  thing  that  would  keep  them  bound  together.

[filedfangs]

   ❝ you seem to be a little lost. ❞

@malascion​  ♥’d for a starter

[devilmasked]

   ❝ i’m sorry-- i don’t think i actually caught your name? ❞

@malascion​ ♥’d for a thing

[valkyrjah]

shippy starter for @malascion

          she settles down on the sofa with aelin, and hardly a breath passes before gwyn rests her head across her lap. “i would like for formerlly apologize for using some of your oils in the shower, but now i smell as delicious as you, so i’m not even a little bit sorry.” or rather, now she has the memory of aelin on her skin. 

[fateviled-a]

@malascion​​  said   —   ‘ I have never known such a wondrous thing in all my life as you . ‘ - sam

      there  is  something    so  devoid  of  humor  about  this  moment.    the  serenity  of  the  forest  around  them,    magic  thrumming  through  every  inch  of  the  land  they  call  home,    and  the  one  person  who  could  possibly  make  everything  better  sitting  beside  him,    looking  at  him  as  if  he’s  the  one  meant  to  change  the  world.    he  can’t  help  but  laugh  anyways,    the  breeze  carrying  the  soft  sound  away  with  fallen  leaves.    up  into  the  air,    far  from  mortal  hands  and  their  corruption.    part  of  him  wishes  it  would  carry  him  away  from  this  life,    though  a  bigger  one  would  not  risk  losing  another  moment  with  her.      “you’re  best  friends  with  the  little  folk,    you  have  a  thousand  plans  for  when  you  get  the  crown,    and  i’m  the  wondrous  one?”      it’s  not  hard  to  let  himself  fall  into  these  moments,    lying  in  the  grass  beside  her,    arms  underneath  his  head.    his  eyes  sparkle  with  mirth  as  he  glances  up  at  her,    teasing  grin  pulling  at  his  lips.

      a  few  weeks  ago,    he  would  have  been  horrified  to  be  doing  this  with  anyone,    let  alone  with  her.    the  ease  with  which  he  speaks  to  her,    how  casual  they  had  become,    it  shouldn’t  have  been.    this  was  not  his  life    —    he  was  a  killer,    protege  of  the  king  of  assassins,    and  she  was  everything  that  breathed  life  into  a  brighter  future  for  terrasen.    now  he  can’t  imagine  it  being  any  different,    nothing  but  affection  in  his  tone  as  he  speaks.        “you  didn’t  hit  your  head  while  i  wasn’t  looking,    did  you?    i’d  hate  to  have  to  explain  why  you’re  suddenly  not  making  sense  to  anyone.”      it’s  too  intimate,    too  good  to  be  true,    and  he  knows  it’ll  come  to  an  end  soon  enough.    he’ll  have  to  either  go  back  and  accept  he’s  failed  at  the  one  mission  which  would  free  him,    or  he’ll  have  to  give  his  truth  and  break  the  fragile  trust  they’ve  built.    whatever  may  come,    he  doesn’t  want  to  face  it  yet.    he’ll  remain  sam,    the  orphan  serving  under  the  employ  of  king  orlon,    for  as  long  as  he  can.    with  the  princess  who  has  stolen  his  heart  when  he  was  meant  to  steal  her  life.    it  seemed  that  life’s  cruelty  knew  no  end.   

[fateviled-a]

𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙴𝙽𝙰    .    @malascion​        (  cont.  )

the  princess  of  eyllwe  laid  across  an  assassin’s  bed  -  of  course,  now  the  job  was  a  bit  more  reputable  with  the  king’s  stamp  of  approval,  which  wasn’t  much  when  it  came  to  morality.  but  it  was  what  had  to  be  done,  at  least  until  she  could  be  free.  and  if  he  ever  even  …  realized,  she  shook  her  head.  no.  she  wouldn’t  let  that  thought  linger  for  even  a  moment.  “  you’re  going  to  regret  that,  “  back  to  the  princess,  celeana  finally  shakes  the  ribbon  free  with  a  contented  sigh,  “  when  i  ask  for  your  dessert.”

it  wasn’t  it.  and  the  seriousness  lingering  on  her  friend’s  face  means  she  knows  it  too.  smile  growing  tentative,  she  stops  just  infront  of  it.  elentiya;  spirit  that  cannot  be  broken.  she  believes  in  it,  whatever  sort  of  goodness  lies  buried  in  celeana’s  chest,  forgotten.  “  trust  i  know  what  i’m  doing,  “  even  if  she  didn’t.  even  if  she  was  holding  on  to  some  semblance  of  morality  after  selling  her  mortal  soul  to  the  devil.  “  please.”

it’s  almost  unnatural   how  quickly  this  affection  sparked  inside  of  nehemia.    the  smiles  come  too  easily  in  the  presence  of  her  friend,    that  warmth  a  temporary  reprieve  from  the  fear  and  doubt  that  always  lingered.      she  shakes  her  head,    fingers  twirling  a  lock  of  her  own  hair  in  thought.      “perhaps  i  was  too  hasty  with  my  statement.    for  the  dessert,    you’ll  have  to  fight  me.”      though  she  would  give  anything  for  her  elentiya,    if  only  asked.    the  strength  that  ran  through  her  veins  was  iron,    as  sure  and  unbendable  as  her  belief  that  one  day  her  people  would  know  freedom  again.

too  many  words  remain  unsaid  between  them.    nehemia  is  not  sure  they’ll  ever  come  to  light,    that  the  assassin  will  ever  be  able  to  handle  hearing  them.    it  is  too  easy  to  pretend  that  they  were  strangers  brought  together  by  circumstance,      but  nehemia  feels  as  if  she  has  known  elentiya  her  entire  life.    it  is  that  resounding  familiarity  that  continues  to  push  her  too,    and  with  a  grace  so  in-tune  with  her,    nehemia  sits  up  on  the  bed,    silk  sheets  shifting  underneath  her.    her  eyes  hold  warmth,    that  unshakable  faith  pressed  to  every  loving  word  she  gives.      “i  do  trust  you,    elentiya.      never  doubt  that.”      a  breath,    hand  reaching  out  to  take  her  companion’s  and  squeeze.      “but  i  worry  for  what  will  become  of  you,    with  the  burdens  you  choose  to  carry  alone.”