#thread: lokelani

[heirceleste-a]

@summonshadcw @youaregrisha

lokelani woke up with a start. her face was wet with tears and her heart pounding wildly. looking around the room, she sniffled and scrambled out of bed. it was dark and scary in the shared room with the other grisha children, and she didn’t like it. sleep was hard to come by and the child had quickly learned that the other children were not a sort of comfort. she’d been at the little palace for a few months and still, it was difficult for her to settle in. 

not bothering to put on any slippers or something warmer than her nightgown lokelani quickly made her way to the general’s war room. part of her wanted to go to ivan (and fedyor even though she didn’t know him very well yet, she knew he was kind and could make her laugh) but she was unsure of where his room was. the guards outside of the general’s door were talking and barely even noticed as the small child snuck by them and pushed open the door to the war room. rushing over to the familiar black kefta, she wrapped her arms around his leg tightly. sniffling a bit, she had yet to notice ivan in the room as well when she spoke. “i had a bad dream,” she says softly, voice muffled by his kefta.

[heirceleste-a]

@summonshadcw

lokelani is scared. her parents are talking about her grandmother, they’d just had a funeral a few days prior but now they’re speaking in hushed tones about what really happened. about how she was sent to shu han. her grandmother had been a respected healer, the only grisha of the family. and her mother had always disliked grisha, as had her father. they found it as unnatural as sharing love for someone of the same gender (something lokelani was guilty of as well). before her parents can spot her and make more marks across her back, she sneaks away from where they were discussing their distaste for grisha with another nobleman and back towards the banquet celebrating the prince’s birthday. 

reentering the room, she clutched a red handkerchief in her hand that had been made by her grandmother. it was from an old kefta, and had the telltale grey embroidery. her own dress was a pale yellow (and ugly if you asked her, but her mother hadn’t bothered), and it twirled around her legs as she moved swiftly towards the sight of a black kefta. he had someone in a red kefta with him, but the embroidery was a different color. 

taking a deep breath, she walked up to him and tugged lightly on the black material. everyone else was taken with the prince and his piles of gifts. standing on her tip toes she waves for him to come down to her level and with the kerchief clutched in her hand she finally speaks. “i have a secret to yell you. mémé said i could trust you,” lokelani holds the kefta out as proof of who her grandmother was, as kel had been kept from the little palace by her parents.

[heirceleste-a]

@seesgood from the ask

kel let out a hiss of pain at caroline’s touch. and a moment later let out a second one when her back is pressed up against the wall. the bruising on her face had matching welts on her back and all she wanted to do was forget about how shit the previous night had been. “my parents set up this stupid date. i went so they would shut up. i wouldn’t fuck him so he ran his mouth to my parents. mom got the belt herself this time,” her voice is nearly devoid of emotion as she speaks. taking a step foreword so she isn’t so uncomfortable, kel lets out a soft sigh and tries not to think about what her friend is likely to do in response. “my face fucking hurts and my back is throbbing. please care, just this one goddamn time don’t run off. just help me get cleaned up and get some ice. my body hurts and i’m tired and i need my friend right now.”

[heirceleste-a]

@ofthclight + curtis

when lokelani had first been getting used to the life billy lead, she hated having a body guard. didn’t understand why some man she didn’t know had to follow her everywhere. but one day she’d managed to get away from the man that kept eyes on her and kel had nearly gotten into some very deep trouble. it had been atlas of all people to save her and bring her back to billy. a few days later she had met curtis. and ever since he’d been helping her. he was more than just a body guard and at times felt like one of her only friends. stretching as she wakes up, kel pulls on one of billy’s sweatshirts and walks into their kitchen, happy to see curtis sitting there with a cup of coffee for both of them.

she doesn’t even pause before taking several long deep sips of the scorching liquid and sitting at the kitchen island. “i hate it when he wakes up so early. gone and i didn’t even notice. bed is always too cold,” she admits softly. opening the fridge, she ignores the food in it that she sees and turns back to curtis. “can we go somewhere today? i thought maybe the gym so i could swim. maybe the botanical garden in the bronx? i haven’t been since school, since before i graduated.” she makes her way back to the island and takes a seat, sipping at her coffee a bit slower this time.

[heirceleste-a]

@thecatgoddessbast from here

the prickling of claws on the nape of her neck would have her worried if it was anyone else. but kel knows that bast won’t hurt her, and if she did it would be over before she even realized what was happening. part of her wishes she could get closer and even lay her head on bast’s lap, but she settles for kneeling beside the throne for now. leaning into the touch on her neck, she lets out a soft sigh. “please let me know if there’s anything else i can do.”

[heirceleste-a]

@jigscw

lokelani would be lying if she said she wasn’t scared. she’d called billy to come pick her up from the bar, an after work drink turned into several turned into one in the morning and a drunk putting his hands where they didn’t belong. she’d gotten in a punch of her own and had been waiting outside when the man approached again, attempting some sort of drunken flirting. when billy’s familar car pulled up, he was barely out before kel was stumbling into his arms, words barely coherent as she admitted to having done a line of coke in the bathroom with the jackass that wouldn’t leave her alone. fists tightening in his shirt, she wouldn’t let go, the drunk yelling something about her being a tease in the background.

“he’s drunk and handsy and i want to go home,” she admitted, moving so that billy was between her and the man as she spoke. burying her face in his chest, kel hid her blown pupils from view as she sobered up with each passing second, realizing just how fucked she would’ve been if billy hadn’t answered his cell. tugging on his shirt, she looked back towards the drunk and then towards the car. “i got stood up by a girl i graduated with and i...” the man yells again in the background and she shivers. if it wasn’t for the cocaine and booze she’d feel different. as usual though, lokelani had fucked it all up and now she was going to have to deal with an angry boyfriend and a messy drunk.

[heirceleste-a]

jazz music plays softly in the background as lokelani moves freely around edward’s house. she wears a pair of soft shorts and a t-shirt that belongs to edward as she makes her way from room to room, touching up the flowers in each as the sun starts to fade. it’s only when the smallest amount of light is still showing outside that she moves to find her lover, climbing into the bed next to his naked form. waking him up with a kiss to his lips, she drapes herself atop him and places a hand over his heart. “wake up,” she pouts and presses another kiss to his lips. “i had to eat dinner without you and you know how much i hate that,” she reminds him gently. running a hand through her hair, his hair, kel doesn’t think to mention that her dinner was little more than fruit salad, and that she’s hoping to be his dinner for the night.

@venoriism

[heirceleste-a]

@titansaints continued from here

lokelani doesn’t say anything to alina, watching as the tidemaker practically runs away. she blinks several time and wills away any tears. lokelani wasn’t a summoner like alina and aleksander, and everyone knew it. despite the black kefta everyone knew she was a durast. and unfortunately many grisha saw them as the bottom of the totem pole. when her lovers weren’t around, things were far from pleasant at the little palace for her. lokelani had hoped it would improve with time but still she was treated like a fool. seen as nothing more than a plaything for the black general. she’d heard the rumors, had heard what people truly thought of her. alina was the sun summoner, she was a saint, but lokelani? well as far as they were concerned she was little more than a whore. and the way she struggled in some of her lessons only helped people to believe that she wasn’t worth the second army resources.

when the tidemaker is gone, and alina tries to comfort her lokelani simply shrugs it off. she walks briskly, not wanting to talk right now. dinner is in a short while and she has no intention of going. knowing that if she sits with alina everyone will make nice and tomorrow will be cruel and if she sits with the other fabrikators, it will be seen as a sign of disrespect for alina. so instead she walks quickly back to her rarely used rooms. closing the door behind her, she ignores alina. and with a press of her hands the plants that are kept in there grow to encase the door so that no one may enter. curling up on her bed, she can’t help it when tears begin to fall down her face and sobs eventually escape her.