#robinstarter

[warderinan]

@thegoodfellow location: Dusk Court notes: creepy

Travel between the fey forest and the realm of the elves was simple, Inan had taken to patrolling the borders and living beyond the Moon Gate for its ease. His home was already among the trees out there, a small farm that he didn't wish to uproot. Their power had grown, some exponentially, but if the common-blooded fey had weak magic to begin with, multiplying it didn't increase it as significantly as it did for the noble elves. Inan had become stronger, certainly, but the gap between the two bloodlines only became more distinct. It was not hard to understand how one had come to subjugate the other so many years ago.

Robin was safe within their Court, something that Inan hadn't truly felt since Titania reigned over the Otherworld. Here they were though, wandering amidst the muck of the bogs, the stirring decay and mysteries beneath their feet as Inan's footfalls carried him lightly across the surface. "My lady, there is something I feel I must tell you." Keeping secrets from the chancellor wasn't in his nature, but if she were to keep him as her warder then he needed to be honest with her.

[pettythieveswithpotential]

“Mmmm... no. Nope. I don’t have the energy for this today, so you can just fuck right off.”

[warderinan]

@thegoodfellow location: Rome notes: warder things

Everyone connected to Tamlen felt the sudden severance of his life. Sharp and swift. Time was all but an illusion to the fey, they'd been at it for days, but moments later the Titan began to glow, then broke apart as the chancellors were scattered. The well of magic he'd had access to gone, Inan still had his own, and even without it that would not have stopped him from coming to Robin's aid. She fell and the warder lept to catch her before he landed with the soft footfalls on the opposite rooftop, the chancellor in his arms. Around them the city was in flames, the streets were a butchery, and the sky was an obsidian night. Cloudless. Starless. There was just the drow above them. Inan set her down on her feet, "Are you alright my lady?"

[warderinan]

@thegoodfellow location: Autumn's Fields, Chancellor's Estate notes: idk when this takes place but I would like it to be when he becomes her warder thanks

Fall's fields were a pale shadow when compared to what they'd held in the Otherworld, but in every corner there was the essence of those hoping to rebuild. Their kind were used to preparation and to anticipation, often their place to look ahead at the coming and cold and understand what had to be done. Forethought in action as Inan wandered with a characteristic autumnal breeze at his back; his presence was light and deceiving, weak magic bolstered few environmental effects but Inan had never cared to be as flashy as some of the others.

Robin's presentation at the Equinox denoted her ascension, maybe undetectable to some but he remembered who she'd been before the Council had tapped her, and he felt the difference now. The myriad shift of small magic that was pronounced among them, spores and rot that were too small to see but for fey of their court who'd trained for so long, it could be felt. She had changed, but time would tell if it would be for the better.

Inan landed on a knee, his head bent towards her as he crossed an arm across his chest. "Chancellor," he should have been here sooner, months ago, but he was here now. He'd sworn the words before, he would gladly do it again, but he would do better this time. Blue eyes shifted from the ground at Robin's feet towards her features, "I was summoned by the Elder Council, if you'll have me, my sword is at your side."

[pettythieveswithpotential]

“Can you fill the silence? I can’t take it anymore.”

[pettythieveswithpotential]

His eyes are red-rimmed, a combination of tears and exhaustion. He hasn’t slept in coming up on 48 hours and coffee isn’t really helping anymore. He’s more sober than he’s been in a while, if only to keep himself awake, but it’s making him irritable and antsy. More than usual. “Unless you have something helpful to say, I don’t wanna hear it. Fuck off.”

[pettythieveswithpotential]

His eyes are red-rimmed, a combination of tears and exhaustion. He hasn’t slept in coming up on 48 hours and coffee isn’t really helping anymore. He’s more sober than he’s been in a while, if only to keep himself awake, but it’s making him irritable and antsy. More than usual. “Unless you have something helpful to say, I don’t wanna hear it. Fuck off.”

[babyitsmagic]

"I'm a psychic, not a telepath. If you've got something on your mind, I'm gonna need you to say it out loud."