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[amity-alder]

Startled | Open Starter

The Stranger was wreaking havoc on Midsummer, and Amity’s precious few moments of ‘free’ time had been long lost. Patrol duty had doubled for most of the magi, or in Amity’s case, tripled. Most evenings she spent paired with one of the Queen’s knights, attempting to convince the terrified citizens that security had been restored. Of course, the still grieving Grancourt and Wren families might beg to differ. 

This evening, she was paired with surly, no nonsense Ser Mallory. It was her third shift with the raven haired knight, but neither faerie  spoke. They patrolled the streets in an uncomfortable silence. Few were out past curfew. There was a hefty fine for being found wandering. She and Ser Mallory had vastly different approaches in clearing the streets. Amity tried and failed that first night to suggest refraining from charging those found out who had cause, which had lead to Ser Mallory complaining to their supervisor about the young mage. So Amity held her tongue each time Ser Mallory detained someone. 

Ser Mallory stopped suddenly, holding a hand out to force Amity to stay still as well. Amity pushed her hand away, grateful for the dark night concealing the way her eyes rolled. She really was taking her self-imposed rule of no conversation to inconvenient lengths. Without warning, Ser Mallory took off down an alley, giving chase to someone Amity still could not see. 

With a sigh, Amity followed her. With a short incantation, the lanterns that hung in the streets came to life. The alleyway split into two. 

“You take the left,” Ser Mallory grunted and ran into the alley on the right before Amity had time to respond. Amity took a moment to light the lanterns to give Ser Mallory some visibility before turning down the left alley.  

Unlike her companion, Amity did not run. Instead she walked slowly, scanning the alley. Sudden movement from the shadows caused her to take a defensive stance. That old familiar hum of magic returned, encasing both hands in a soft glow of light. 

“Identify yourself,” Amity called out, her voice far sterner than her usual tone. 

[wtfreya-briar]

Titles, Trials, and Trying to Forget | Open

Okay, the last few months had been intense.

Freya risked her life to save some humans, Harland kicked her out, Rye was burnt to a crisp, she cruelly abandoned her friends welcoming home when she got too antsy to be polite, she’d raged and howled and fought with Balthazar, 

It was a while since she’d had any proper interactions with those she considered closest to her- save for Rye- but despite feeling very disconnected still Freya was also feeling a sense of calm that had been lost to her for a long time. She wanted to be free of it all, at least for one night. She’d twisted feathers into her hair, glamoured away all scars and bruises, spent the morning making a mask she deemed fit to wear, and put on a dress she thought was pretty.

It was time to brush away the cobwebs and feel the power of the earth reaching from the roots of the trees to the soles of her feet. She was, classically, barefoot. It didn’t stand out here. Despite the mask Freya had not been shy for a moment about declaring her name, wanting desperately to reconnect with the pooka fae of the wildlands that had become strangers to her since she’d left for Wisteria. The welcome was warm, the ale was strong, and the smile on Freya’s face felt the strongest it had in a long time.

She had been for the most part flitting between dance floor and games tables, winning coins and loosing them all with the same carefree laugh. Now was a moment on the dancefloor, twirling and twisting around alone until she spotted someone at the edge, tapping their toes just a little. Freya bounded towards them, hands outstretched. “Dance with me?” She asked, her grin almost a challenge.

[ryes-up]

Finding Every Obstacle || Open

It had taken too long to find Kit, make sure she was alright, and attempt to avoid her running into Oberon, and primarily Titania, whom Rye was still certain would try to find a way to kill the new Countess at some point. He had no idea how Oberon hadn’t seen the far more questionable side of bestowing a title on his mistress. He was just self-indulgent enough to think it a good idea. Once Rye had fulfilled his promise to Maddox to keep an eye on her, and sated his own worries over her safety, he started back towards where he’d left Robin. He groaned when his eyes fell on the King and Queen, smiling and entertaining various masked people, as Rye altered course to take the long way around and avoid them.

It turned out avoiding people who may want to tAlk to him proved more difficult than he imagined, as he had to alter course three more times before he was certain he had a clear path back to Robin. Until he rounded a corner and ran headlong into a solid body on the other side of it. He kept his balance, hands reaching out immediately to help steady the person he’d run into. “I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

[poppy-shore]

attempted subtleties // open

Poppy was drawing on every single one of the propriety lessons her mother had forced on her as a sapling, discarding those she deemed irrelevant (would anybody really care if she glamoured live butterflies into her hair? really?), and holding the others close to her chest like a shield.

Curiosity about the Fox Clan’s home would have brought her to the ball regardless, but it just so happened that she was there with a purpose. She hadn’t seen Freya since she’d disappeared into the night at Shivelight Hall, and she was anxious for any little pieces of news or gossip she could gather about her. Gossip often held a small amount of truth, and she was desperate for any information that her best friend was safe.

She moved through the crowd, champagne in hand, looking for somebody who was by themselves, who might be open to a conversation. Finally settling in on her mark, she approached with her usual graceful nonchalance, took a sip from her glass, and made a show of glancing around the room.

“Is this your first Fox party?” she asked casually.

[shymelody]

The last few days had been interesting, to say the least. He had thought he’d stay just the one night at the Black Manor but it had been four days by now and he was still spending the nights there. It was almost like.. they didn’t want him to go. In a good way. He had gotten to take warm baths, he had gotten new clothes -- in nice neutral colors and made of linen and cotton -- and both of those things made Edmund feel good. Atlas seemed to be so happy to see Edmund every morning and because of Atlas Edmund was out in Olia right now, just roaming through the shops. Edmund had promised Atlas he’d be back in front of the bookstore at two a clock. Sure, Edmund could sort of ‘run away’ and be on his way, but then again, what that would even be? Him returning to the forest? Make Atlas feel bad for him running away? Edmund couldn’t do that. Not until he had made sure to thank him and Balthazar for letting him stay at the manor. And of course just a regular thank you wouldn’t be enough in Edmund’s eyes, it had to be something that would be at least sort of equal of all the help he had gotten. So Edmund was going to be back at the bookstore at two, like he had promised.

Edmund had gotten a bit of money so he could buy something if he felt like it, but obviously Edmund hadn’t used a penny and probably wouldn’t. Just so he could hand the money back with a thank you. So basically Edmund had just walked around the streets, just watching at the shop windows and enjoying this little walk of his. But at some point he started to feel like he wasn’t walking alone. Like someone was following him. It was a horrible feeling and the fear of someone wanting to get rid of him rose inside of him. He wasn’t at the palace anymore and he hadn’t told the Queen he wasn’t there anymore, which she most likely already knew, but then again, Edmund wasn’t even sure was Queen Mab at the castle anymore either. But Edmund was still sure there might be someone after him just because he had been close to the Queen.

There was a tingling feeling on the back of his neck and the feeling of someone following only got stronger. Edmund stopped and slowly turned around to look behind him, just to see was he imagining it all or was there someone there.

[titus-sands]

Titus really didn’t want to be here.

It was busier than he would have liked, filled with people he did not trust in any way, shape, or form. But as happy as he was to let the Seelie and Unseelie courts nip at each-other’s toes, he did not expect Queen Mab to be brave enough to make an appearance in Belladonna after everything that had happened. And, as much as he hated to admit it, the drama of their rivalry was still affecting life in the Shark Clan six years after the war had ended. It was in his peoples’ best interests that he stay informed.

He found a seat close to the door, ready to make his escape should the need arise, and locked eyes with his body-guard across the stands. While he was a force to be reckoned with in combat, Titus knew better than to dive into a viper’s nest alone. 

He flashed the fae a sharp-toothed smile, although the moment was ruined when someone took the seat beside him.

“I’ve never seen two humans fight each-other before,” he commented as two fighters found their places in the arena. “I expect it will be rather dull.” It wasn’t as though they had magic, after all.

[havocgxrl]

"No, espera... no te los lleves..." susurró tratando de agarrar la bandeja antes de que el camarero la tomara, pero éste resultó ser más rápido que ella. "¡Oye, oye!" Sus susurros, algo elevados en volumen para ser llamados así, atrajeron miradas hacia ella y Callie no pudo más que disimular mientras se cruzaba de brazos con una mueca. "Genial. ¿Cuánta propina tengo que dar para que me dejen una charola de bocadillos? ¡Es por lo único que sigo aquí!" dijo sin importarle mucho quién podía escucharle.

[bcvtricex]

“ No soporto ser parte de todos estos montajes “ Su tono es más bien indiferente que molesto, su rostro es el que indica más lo segundo “ Ojalá me pagaran por estar aquí “ y por cada uno de esos eventos a la que obligaban a asistir, pero eso no lo pronunció.