#rnaven

[dutyuntodeath]

reminder: mavens last happiest thoughts/memories were of him and cal

[vengcfulqueen]

                                  she negated a desire to wear a dress for her first appearance. she could tell maven was glad to have her by his side again. she was truly the only one he would ever be able to trust, she had no other loyalties. not even to her home, anymore, not since her own magic revealed itself. the second the news had reached her that an assassination attempt had almost been successful - she’d faked her way out of the camp. some saddening story about her father was dying and he wanted her to be there for his passing. a few not completely convinced people, but for a pretend newblood; no-one was really about to stop her from leaving. now, she was reunited with the king.

next to him, her black clothing, with the emblem of a green serpent, the only thing separating her from being a sentinel was that serpent. perhaps if she was to honour the pendragon name it would be a dragon; but she’d abandoned this consideration after she determined she wasn’t going back to camelot. but that she would remain in norta, under the pretence of an emissary for an other silver noble who might sneer - but she knew better. they both did. 

maven had allowed her to make her own house, consisting of only one person - even if it would only ever consist of one person. morgana was not one to let something be disgraced; and her singularity being allied with maven was not going to be a mistake. she’d heard of his guards almost failing to protect his life, as the whole nation must have done - she was not a guard; but she wasn’t about to let anything come close to taking his life again. 

sidelong glance was cast towards the rest of the entourage, glance was not warm to anyone of them. they were all waiting for maven to fall; she could see it in all of their eyes. she would move closer to him, but that might make him look weak, like he relied on someone other than himself. “ you seem calmer than you have done, in your broadcasts. they watched all of them, to see what was to become of the lightening girl. “ her own face had always been the look of concern, for what all had assumed was for mare. but there was only one she cared about on that screen. 

“ you can still choose whether or not you want me to be seen today - it will send them scattering to see me, by your side, unless they think that i was simply with just the one ability i showed them. “ a small laugh, eavesdropping was easy - as was everything else there. “ it will be your decision, maven. “ // @rnaven

[barrowred-blog]

" i’ll kill you. "

laughter, but not joyful. no mirth. not-quite-balanced, not-quite-right, the sound seems strange even to her ears. her CAGE is broken, COLLAR gone, SOUNDER destroyed and she’s free, she’s raging, she has been sharpening herself on diamondglass and pain, she is lightning, she has no mercy. and she feels the sparks coursing now, so long held back, so out of reach, now like old friends they gather and stand by her, sparking white-and-purple from her fingers. “no, maven,” she says when laughter dies, nothing left but eyes gone cold and empty, revenge sought now not so much for her imprisonment but for the newbloods dead, the red child soldiers, the blood he has spilled just to spill it, just to goad her. “that’s where you’re mistaken.” if it takes all of her power, every ounce of energy, if this bolt of lightning kills her, let it kill her - - as long as it takes him, too. “i’m going to kill you.” lightning has no mercy. 

[dutyuntodeath]

i never knew how much i could care about cal and mavens relationship and yet here i am. 

[dutyuntodeath]

@rnaven

      “By all means Maven, if you had something oh so important to say, why wait? Instead of choosing the most inconvenient time to share you opinion.”

[dutyuntodeath]

things cal does to relax? or things he does subconsciously/unintentionally when he's stressed?

To relax, he will write/draw out battle plans or tactics. He will read anything he can get his hands on. Work on his cycle or anything mechanical/electrical. Talk to his father, bother Maven. He will train with Ptolemus. (not going to include going to the red villages bc that probably makes him stressed af.) He also does like to sleep and eat. 

When he is stressed he taps his foot or his fingers, he will bite his cheek or he will fidget. Really anything so he can avoid his stress turning into irritation and blowing his temper.

[vengcfulqueen]

@rnaven

                      she knew this day was coming the second she stepped into that camp. the day she’d have to stand against her friend and with her enemies. her plan had worked perfectly; they had mostly been completely unsuspecting of her. they had a wide range of abilities amongst them, but they were only expecting a threat from in front of them - not ready for her magic to be unleashed against them. she placed herself at the back of the group to make sure no soldiers or others she had met would give the game away when they saw her. she didn’t know why they believed they could stand against the silvers - against maven. but here they were, and she was sure that she would relish in being part of their destruction, for what pain they had caused the boy king. 

her breathe hitched slightly as she saw maven’s banners approach them. the prospect of him being so close. them being so close to winning - and finally he could be happy. would no longer have the threat of his brother, or the lightening girl. when his forces stopped, she heard his command, clearly directed to his brother who was standing at the front: surrender or die. she gave an indignant snort as the other rejected to offer - fool, you should have taken it. saved hundreds of lives. 

the second the word no rang loud and clear was when the two armies collided, in gunfire and magic. she couldn’t help but want to push forward - stand in solidarity by her king; her shields making him immune to the bullets, but she’d had her orders before she left, and slowly her presence began to worm into the two people flanking her, taking control - turning them against the others surrounding them. it took out only a small number, but it was enough to leave the right wing damaged. by the time she’d reached the front line she may have eradicated at least ten of the new bloods, and she wasn’t sure on how many soldiers of the scarlet guard. an eye had been kept on maven for those minutes.