#promiseofspring

[flamesofday]

[ ARRANGED ] muses are in an arranged marriage and now have to consummate the union @promiseofspring

The day had been long, the ceremony stretching far longer than he’d anticipated, followed by endless congratulations and dances that carried them well into the early hours of the morning. Now, with the castle hushed at last, Lucien found himself standing before the heavy chamber doors, his stomach threatening unease.He knew his bride was somewhere within. His bride. The thought alone was enough to make his pulse stumble. Carefully, he slipped into the room, clearing his throat as if to announce his presence. He hadn’t been this nervous since his first battle at least then he’d known what to do with a blade in hand. Here, facing her, he felt disarmed.

This marriage had been arranged, a matter of politics and expectation. He reminded himself of that. And yet, as he stood there, watching her, he felt none of the cold detachment he’d expected. Instead, there was only the dangerous swell of wonder in his chest—an ache that felt a great deal like longing. She was still the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. Fierce, and oddly soft. Lucien drew a breath, steadying himself, and offered a faint, lopsided smile. His amber eye caught the firelight as he admitted quietly, almost sheepishly, “Were you waiting for me?”

[travmsoldat]

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[justlycrowned]

𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 : promiseofspring. “Don't be too impatient to put yourself in danger.”

𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌.  He had learned to be patient , any trace of the young man who itched to be the hero in something like this gone.  He couldn't be that boy any longer.  Not when he had an entire realm to think about.  She was right , this was not the time for impatience , and as much as he hated to say it , jumping to try and solve the conflict on his own would have been foolish.  Tristan had always been a man of action.  Never sending men where he would not go himself.  The transition to being King , meant he needed to make sure he was able to continue ruling when the next day came.  Or at the very least until his daughter could take the throne.

❝ You are hardly the first to remind me of that , good Lady. ❞  He offered a small polite smile , only to let out a sigh as he sat back in the chair that sat at the head of the council table.  This part was what he hated the most about being King , the part where he felt useless more than he felt restless.  ❝ It is not impatience , as it is the guilt I feel for not acting as well.  Staying here , while I send men out to fight for me out there. ❞

[griefseason]

𝔭. ▐ ⊰ '  ❛  i don't need advice right now , just a friend to listen.  ❜ -- @promiseofspring

a  bittersweet  little  hmph  is  given  as  she  crosses  her  arms  on  the  edge  of  the  pool  of  starlight  ,  violet  eyes  gazing  up  at  the  spring  incarnate  before  her  with  the  faintest  of  smiles  curving  her  lips.        ❛     you'll  find  i  make  a  great  listener.     i've  spent  centuries  doing  nothing  but  listening.    ❜        it  has  been  a  lonely  time  for  her  –  the  spring  court  was  not  as  populated  as  velaris  ,  especially  not  in  the  woods  here.      most  of  her  companionship  has  been  woodland  creatures  –  fae  were  far  &*  few  between  ,  &*  even  then  she  could  not  be  known.        so  she  listened  –  waited  for  azriel  to  be  able  to  respond  to  her  thoughts  so  very  far  away.      waited  even  longer  for  him  to  be  able  to  visit.       elain  joining  as  the  second  person  to  know  of  her  existence  here  has  been  most  welcome.         ❛    besides    .  .  .    what  advice  do  i  have  to  give  ?      i  imagine  i'd  be  quite  out  of  touch.   ❜

[sarosastro]

FANTASY SENTENCE STARTERS  ( MAGIC )

@promiseofspring : ❛  magic is everywhere.  can you feel it?  ❜

like a child she's crouched upon the dirty soil. and the spectator's features twitch into a grimace of incomprehension. one might speculate he could be jealous of that youthful joy, that gentleness, such freshness of life. but then, above masks and above layers, sarastro smiles. a half amused, half tired smile, as one might give a child that digs its chubby little hands into the dirt. bitterness will wrap its claws around her too, eventually.

“ hm, ” he hums, a warm and agreeing tone. high up in the sky the sun smiles down on them. sarastro squints, chewing on a thought upon his tongue. she isn't wrong. the earth and its green children are capable of wonders that most overlook. though they are still of less interest to him than the organisms that walk the paved roads. they live in their own, self - inflicted state of misery.

“ you study them, i hear. ” between his thumb and forefinger he rolls a chamomile seed from side to side. before her the white flower dances to that same rhythm obediently. “ they're thankful companions, aren't they ? you give them what they need and you'll always see just the results that you expected. they can not lie to you, can't leave you . . . ”

[fablesuntold]

@promiseofspring sent: "i don't want to overstay my welcome." — From Elain for Edmund ✨

At first, Edmund thought he’d been stirred awake to the sound of what he presumed to be the gentle breeze rustling against the exterior of his tent walls— 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆. Proven with what looked to be the outline of a silhouette illuminated by the dull flicker of his lantern, paired with quiet footsteps moving further away. Who’d be awake at this hour..? Certainly not Lucy or Susan. The two 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐃 their so-called 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 too much— to which Edmund would jestingly claim they needed as much of that as they could get. And as for Peter? He’d been sent out by Aslan late last night to run some errands. He wasn’t due back for a good few hours.

Unable to shake off his curiosity, Edmund was swift in tugging on his boots, before making his way outside.. only to come face to face with Narnia’s newest occupant. 𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍. What was she doing sneaking around the camp this late at night? “Hey, where’re you going?” He wasn’t expecting her to answer so quickly, rather caught off guard by her reply of ‘I don’t want to overstay my welcome.’

Was it selfish of him in wanting to attempt to persuade her to stay? Edmund hadn’t known her for very long at all.. but he’d come to enjoy her company. She was 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 compared to everyone else here. “Oh don’t be daft. There’s a place for you here. I told you, everyone’s welcome at Aslan’s How.” Gesturing to the 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 campground, he then shifted his attention back to her, arms wrapping around his torso in hopes to fend off the nighttime chill. “Look, I know what it’s like to feel like you don’t belong anywhere.” He realised that look in her eyes— the same one he used to see whenever staring at his own reflection in the mirror: 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓. “Just.. sleep on it?”

[unseencne]

@promiseofspring ↷ ( elain ) asked : [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes.

          he doesn't even as the courage to face her. he cannot lift his crimson eyes from the blood staining his hands. a heavy breath escapes the god when her careful fingers begin to undo the buttons of his cloak. she moves with such patience, peeling cloth from cloth, as if unveiling something sacred rather than broken.

hades does not feel shame before her                  not even as each layer falls and more of his skin, more of his scars, are revealed. what unsettles him is not her gaze upon his body, but the truth that she has seen him at his worst. the blood that clings to him is not his own, and it drags forward the oath he once swore: never again to become a monster.

❝   they are dead, are they not ?   ❞           the words fall flat, hollow of all emotion, and yet they hang between them like a blade. only then does he raise his ruby eyes to find hers.

[honorforged-archive]

@promiseofspring said: "Of  course  I  welcome  your  assistance...  in  fact,  I  expect  it."

Zuko hesitated at her words, caught between the sharpness of her quiet certainty and the softness of her presence. He had braced himself for polite small talk, empty pleasantries; things he was never good at, but instead, she had looked at him as though she expected something more. Not in the way his father once did, with cruel price behind every demand, but with the calm assurance of someone who simply believed he would rise to the task. It left him both unsettled and… oddly intrigued.

Wordlessly, he stepped closer to the telescope, his hands steady despite the warmth he felt creeping up the back of his neck. He adjusted the angle with careful precision until the lens aligned with the silvery curve of the moon above. “There,” he said at last, his voice rougher than he intended, though not unkind.

For a moment he thought that would be enough, but the silence stretched, and before he could stop himself, he added, “There’s a story —about the moon.” His eyes flicked toward her, searching for any sign of disinterest before continuing. “Her name was Yue. A princess who gave her life so the moon would keep shining.”

He shifted his stance, arms folding behind his back as he forced himself not to fidget. “It’s… a story of sacrifice. But also of grace. People still look up at the night sky and remember her.” He wasn’t sure why he told her that. Perhaps because Elain seemed the type who would understand.

Zuko had come into this evening expecting to endure his Uncle’s matchmaking schemes in strained silence, but now, watching Elain lean toward the telescope, her expression lit by moonlight, he found himself strangely grateful for Iroh’s meddling.