#ofdarknessanddesire

[knight-in-shining-armani-blog1]

When: Imbolc, late night

Where: Capitale

Who: ofdarknessanddesire

A quiet haze settled over the Capitale as the unabashed revelries of the evening slipped into a faint murmur, everyone too well fed and watered to engage in any demanding physical activities (unless fornication was mentioned, in which case there was no lack of it following the celebrations). The dance floor had cleared to make way for little camps of people huddled together, not-so-hushed whispers of the latest scandals that had conspired over the course of the last few hours. Much to his pride, he’d featured in quite a few of those, rightly so. He didn’t know about another soul that had managed to give offense to just about everything the Unseelies had arranged and get away with it. If one managed to ignore the inevitable sit down Adare would have with him; yet another painful hour of chastising that would fall on deaf ears. Sometimes the knight almost felt the King liked him getting up to no good in Unseelie territory.

Mood in relatively chipper spirits, he dumped his empty glass onto the tray of a passing by waiter. All he needed was a suitable conquest or two to end his night with, a perfect little bow to wrap up what had been a gift of an evening so far. No sooner had the thought formed, it fell from a precipice of a thousand feet, shattering like crystal.

Lacha.

Maybe it was the universe’s way of letting him know a thing or two about comeuppance. Maybe he should have known better than to trust Camellia to have a conversation without the need to run to mummy. The brat. It didn’t matter now. What mattered was the Queen of Unseelies sending an unmistakable glare in his direction, a rather pointed one at that. Walking away would mean an unprecedented offense, one that Sorrel was keen to avoid after his episode with the Unseelie princess. His legs seemed to be made of lead as he made the excruciating ten feet walk towards her, his heart along with his entire body wishing he was anywhere but here right now. Well, if he was going to have a tiny window to redeem himself, Sorrel was hell bent on taking it and hearing out whatever Lacha wanted with him.

“Your Majesty.” Sorrel dipped into an overly gracious bow, stopping short before her. “Pardon me for saying what is an obviously repeated sentiment tonight…” he began as he rose, his smile of trade out in full force, “….but you look nothing short of breathtaking.”

‘Well…’ he thought to himself, ‘…let’s play.’

[isabellasbyline]

Cedar, Oak

cedar: do you feel like anyone's protecting you?

“No,” Isabella said, the answer automatic and a little defensive. The question was innocuous enough, but her instinct was to feel offended just the same. “I take care of myself.”

[hazyhazel]

Sorrel & Tiger

Sorrel: what's your favourite aspect of yourself?

I know I said my hair before, but I also think I have a nice smile. 

Tiger: what memory would you erase if you could?

Right, so in junior high, I decided to be bold and tell a boy I liked him because I’d been given some very, very inaccurate advice that he also liked me. So there I am in the middle of a crowded cafeteria at lunch in my keds and overalls with a snazzy scrunchy at the end of my braid because...junior high. I walk right up to him, interrupting his conversation, and open my mouth to ask him to go to the winter dance with me when one of his friends across the table flings mashed potatoes at me. It hit me in the face. Everyone laughed and I earned the nickname “tater face.” I could do without that memory.  

[windingyouup-blog]

Ash, Elder

would you sacrifice yourself for a stranger?

We have to do everything we can for everyone we can, don’t we? Life is so terribly short...

if you had a fairy godmother, what would you ask her for?

I’m a simple girl, really. There’s not a thing in the world that I can’t get from the rays of the sun and the smiles of strangers!

Private: Tiger preserves herself at all costs. After all, how can she bless the world with her gifts if she is not in it? She does have everything she wants, but that’s because she takes it... and Tiger is not big on remorse.

[andmarigolds-blog]

peridot & tourmaline

how old do you want to live to?

answered.

do you like the idea of having a guardian angel?

“I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I had one; and it’s abundantly clear I do not.”

[zinniathelostgirl]

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

There are several different nervous habits that Zinnia has, but because of the nature of her existence, she’s taught herself how to calm them to be less noticeable, especially under the presence of those who would have her under a microscope at all times. However, once of her most noticeable, and least tempered, fidgets is the tapping of her fingers. Whether it be on a surface, on her arm, on her leg, or on her phone, Zinnia’s fingers constantly bounce in particular rhythms. 

[envious-sean-blog]

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

Answered here!

[malchemist]

❖ describe their hands

❖ describe their hands

At first glance, Mal would seem to almost have gentle, delicate hands, fingers tapered and ready to work their magic, but in reality they’re rough. Scarred from years of working with volatile chemicals and sharp objects. They may be immune to fire and its effects, but there are plenty of other things that Malachite is able damage themself in. Once, a long time ago, they’d prided themself on being untouched--untouchable--but now, it’s just one more thing they’ve lost to time, and have given up caring about.