#sylphanide

[wistcrias-arch2]

@sylphanide​ liked for yennifer & percy. 

       𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞 –– his freaking’ sword –– in his hand, pants around his ankle ( because of course, this would be the time when his belt fails him ) and a beheaded fury vanishing into dust right before his eyes. percy straightens from his defensive position, flicking a lock of ink-jet hair out of his face with a sheepish smile. he has to wonder what the mist is making her see right now. it can’t be good. 

❝ um –– I can... explain? ❞

[inkedmoonlight]

    @sylphanide cardan for jude <3

   elegantly clawed nails slip along the arm of his chair.  the other hand holding the goblet of blood red wine.  depthless inky eyes tracking her every motion as she comes to his side, leaning to murmur some instruction, some order, he is her creature.  he languishes and thrives in it at once.  there’s a soft exhale,  he leans to murmur back - his lips grazing the shell of her ear,   ‘ darling seneschal, i do love it when you’re close enough to kill me with your blades.  ‘ and of course, the worst thing is -- he cannot lie.

[loyalservants]

【 Continuation | @sylphanide​ 】

       she grins up at the other magician before linking their arms together. it’s been so long since she’s felt so at ease, so unburdened, with someone else. indeed, as they tour the city fleur feels as if she’s experiencing everything for the first time with her.   ❛  i doubt selasi would let you , ❜   she giggles,

❛  he hasn’t let me pay for anything in his bakery for the past sixmonths !  ❜

                                 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 never had this rush of  THRILL  coursing through her veins. Karnassos was far more humble than the grandeur of Vesuvia. Through the pages of her books and poetries did she only hear from them. None of could capture the  LIVELINESS  of their city. Tugging her newfound friend to the bakery, she just laughed a little at her statement as she added with a  TEASING  tone.

                          ❝ Looks like I’m fighting your  BAKER  then ! I take that you’re a regular ? The pumpkin bread smells so  DELIGHTFUL . ❞

[dollsache-blog]

@sylphanide liked for a starter.

     “Hey, you might want to—” Her warning comes a little too late because the stranger, blissfully unaware of their surroundings, takes a tumble. “Wow, you really fell huh.”

[wistcrias-arch2]

@sylphanide​ liked : cardan & nicasia. 

       ❝ 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫? ❞ nicasia stood in the entryway to the king’s bedroom, her eyes burning in shadow, form obscured as the sun set beyond the window in his chambers. her blue locks were beginning to fall from the complicated braided chignon she wore, and her mouth was set at a hard angle, torment pressing her teeth together in a grind. ❝ do you dream of her? does she consume your thoughts? is she the reason you won’t forgive me, cardan? ❞ 

or is it all my fault... for believing in locke before I believed in you? 

[inkedmoonlight]

  @sylphanide​  kell for delilah 

  ‘  i thought we agreed that you’d stay in the room.. ‘ why did he assume that she’d oblige. that she’d agree.  that the inn would survive her presence.  was it that she caused trouble or merely that it followed her?  from the brawl that had erupted in the bar,  with him throwing an arm around her and half guiding half dragging her out.  ‘ i mean it was foolish to think there wouldn’t be some violence.. but every bottle in the place broken? ‘  there’s a half grin even as he gently chastises,  ‘ what did you even say to cause such chaos?  ‘ they’re out of the inn now,  but he hasn’t taken his arm from around her.  he should.  but it does -- almost feel natural there.

[vilemonster-blog]

                  𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒    &    𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒    𝐀𝐋𝐋    𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄                  wretched    &    conniving  ,    they are all ugly  -  souled    &    bitter mouthed  .    a half divine vision of christ searching for an angel’s last grace under the tongues of a harlot  .     bloodied    &    raw  ;     they will always come crawling back to the fires  .       𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙜𝙡𝙮  ?        we are all bound in sin and spite at the end  ,    there is no freedom from that tar  -  black creature lingering over our shoulders     /     that rotting thing that hides in the space between our lungs  ,   a decay of human  -  soul so putrid that it makes god herself weep at the pulpit  .            *    when i fell from heaven it was not beautiful  .       i was no visage  ,    no museum’s divine painting  ;    i was blood and ash and dirt and tears  .     i was unmade only to be stitched back together again  ,   a halo splintered    &    used as knives to tear apart my skin  .                   𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞  ,    𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞                    so will you still judge me for what i appear to be  ,    and not for the divinity that i weep to clean from my hallowed bones  ?                    he remains still  ,    silent  ,    a golden  -  eyed mirage of unholy paradoxes  .     fingertips extend  ,    limp     /    tired  ,       *    𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚  ,    𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚  ,    𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚  .                      ❝    what is it you want to do to me  ,    exactly  ?    i’ve done nothing to you  .    ❞                                 //                       @sylphanide

[elysianatus-blog]

✧ → @sylphanide wished upon a star. ( jude )

elfhame was different from prythian. a single king ruled the high court , the king known as high king. it seemed like there were no courts within the faerie kingdom , whereas prythian was broken into several. governed by high lords , not kings , with each court answering to their own. feyre supposed elfhame was similar , regardless of the size & ruler , but it was still ... odd. to see something with a familiar structure , yet different. 

perhaps this was why rhysand had asked her to go in his steed. to learn more of elfhame , that or he simply had business. whatever the reason might be , she was here , accompanied by a fellow inner court member. even as they strode into court , sat down in a meeting with the high king , feyre didn’t expect a human to be placed to highly within the court. what was she ? ah , yes , a seneschal. feyre recalled the stories told to her about faeries , & while some might find peace , it never occurred to her that one might actually be in a foreign court. 

despite all the questions running through her head , feyre remained collected during their meeting. letting her friend speak for the most part , whilst she chirped in when need-be. after all , she was still new to all of this. occasionally , eyes would glance at the human girl , but she never once asked a personal question , or questioned her presence in front of the king. there had to be a reason , & maybe it didn’t matter much , but it was still unexpected. 

once the meeting concluded , feyre remained behind , waiting for the perfect moment to ask the human a question. “ excuse me    jude , correct ? i don’t suppose you know where the best place to clear one’s head might be ?  ”