#sparkledcrowns.

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CLOSED ; for @ethercvl and @sparkledcrowns' DAY COURT MUSES

considering the treasure she'd left buried in their court, iphigenia felt that being around the fae of the day court was unsettling. while once, she'd known a friendly face or two, she made an effort to steer clear of their paths lest she be forced to engage in an uncomfortable situation. they were plenty lovely, but served as too much of a reminder of her shirked responsibility. today, she felt like a cornered dog, tugging on a taut leash.

"excuse me," iggy says, announcing her presence. "i have a message from lady ulka... she asked to pass along the message that she will be in the infirmary for an extended period of time."

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CLOSED ; for @sparkledcrowns and @n1ghtsongs' MUSES.

in a very strange way, iain was starting to grow comfortable in their current arrangement. it wasn't home exactly, but he was starting to learn shopkeepers names. the blueprint of their lodgings were sticking to the back of his head and he was able to trace it with his eyes closed. considering that he had never truly left the spring court except for vacations to the other courts while growing up, it was strange to even start referring to a different building as 'home'.

"i never understood what it meant to be homesick..." iain muses outloud, "but i think i'm sick of missing home, you know?"

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CLOSED ; for @sparkledcrowns' ELIAS.

for the last three years, iphigenia couldn't look elias in the eye. she barely felt like she could talk to him without a lump in her throat. the necklace she wore under her robes used to settle underneath it, an even match to his weighed her down like an anchor. that was until viego ripped it off her neck, thieving it off of her.

iphigenia could still feel what it was like to kill him. to watch him die under her hands. but then she crawled back through the portal and there he was: breathing. alive with the audacity to be concerned for her, noting the anxiety in her brow. there was no body when she returned, leaving her unsure if anyone had died in the forest. i mean, clearly elias was still alive.

she’s trapped now by the convention of tea time, perched at an outdoor gazebo drinking tea on her lonesome. she stays sitting — lest she look like she’s running away by getting up. dipping her neck into a slight bow of acknowledgement, still unable to meet the kindness in his eyes. “good afternoon, general.”

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CLOSED ; for @sparkledcrowns’ ELLIE

“where have you been, sweet girl?” ulka laughs, pulling her little sister closer to her. “i remember dancing with you for a moment, and then…” her hands make a vague, shape in the air. poof. “you were gone. winnowed away and i was dancing alone.” and, admittedly not for long either — having made a friend or four around the bonfire.

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it was bizarre for lavinia to be back in the rooms of her childhood, traces of her youthful eccentricities scattered about - a trail of dusty seashell against the balcony's edges, her cherished childhood octopus plush shoved under the bed. it'd been a long time since this had been her primary home, stuck in the conundrum of being present to increase her face time with her father and wanting to be anywhere else that didn't make her feel so small.

a loud rap on the door interrupts the peaceful serenity of quiet filling the palace apartment. her eyes glance to the sundial. ah. she'd lost track of time. the high priestess motions for the door to be answered.

"welcome," lavinia calls out, rising to her feet to greet them. "i hope you didn't go to the estate first. noah and i have been staying in the palace for the time being."

for @sparkledcrowns' and @liuyan's muses (not a group thread).

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CLOSED ; for @sparkledcrowns' ELLIE.

the general lounges across from the fire, warming her bones by the hearth. although restless in the mind, ulka curled under a blanket along with her younger sister within the comfort of the day common rooms. it was like a chilly winter day at home, the only thing missing was the soft downpour of sunlight from the windows.

ulka guffaws, jaw to the ground. "excuse me, what was that?" shocked by the words from her sister's mouth, despite her voice, it was so incredibly unlike her to say. "where is my little sister, and what have you done with her?"

ulka used to joke that the safest place for ellie was always within an arm's reach of one of the older siblings, but ellie was growing in different ways now. perhaps in ways they did not expect.

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CLOSED ; for @sparkledcrowns’ DAMON.

“you know, i think this is the business where i’d prefer not to have repeat clients,” alejandro says, already digging through his supplies to find a salve. familiar with the older fae, damon was prone to a number of injuries for his occupation that alejandro was smart enough not to ask any questions about. it was probably what kept him coming back in the first place. it’s not like he’d get real answers. “i’m not the most well-equipped to assist you here, unfortunately. but i’ve got just the thing to treat you still.”

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CLOSED ; for @sparkledcrowns' ELLIE.

it's hard to sit down in such an intricate dress without ruining it, but at this point of the evening, jia doesn't really care if the pleats of the dress stay intact or not. still, she sits with a straight back as she looks out to the crowd.

a beautiful fae with the most gorgeous yellow dress with a mischievous diamond cut into the centre of it passes her by and she's so mesmerized she can't help it -- "the bonfire and dancing and general festivities are back there," she calls to her. "you might have more fun that way."