#valarrthewanderer

[agentmonet]

❓- Free Space! - if Valarr asked for her hand in marriage, would Ainsley do it? Why/why not?

No, she would not. Even if the stars aligned and their relationship could thrive, Ainsley would never marry again. Her marriage to Lord Ashcraft caused her a lifetime of pain, heartache, and isolation. It has only diminished the importance of marriage in Ainsley’s eyes. Besides, she would see no need. Her heart is his, and something as feeble as marriage wouldn’t change that. @valarrthewanderer

[agentmonet]

@valarrthewanderer​

It was a foolish decision, the Duchess knew. To charge back into the burning building, despite the glass shards digging into her body and the inevitable destruction that awaited her. But the thought of slinking away to safety, whilst her husband appeared as a sitting duck for the rebels felt more painful than the injuries she endured. With one last look at the platinum-haired dragon from across the garden, she exhales sharply. He had just made his way back into her life, and already they were being pulled in different directions. But he would live, at least through this most recent destruction. With a grunt, Ainsley manages to pull herself to her feet and charge into the palace.

Despite her weakened body, Ainsley managed to find Alek and Alistair in due time. The young pair managed to push Alistair Ashcraft’s injured body through the fray, only to come in contact with a group of rebels in the kitchens. It all happened swiftly, culminating in the brunette being dragged and locked into a storage room just minutes from a burning fire. While Keira managed to pull her out, it wasn’t long before the chaos pulled them apart yet again. Now isolated in the midst of an empty hallway, Ainsley grips her side as she straggled towards the East. The Amaranthe’s chambers. When Valarr comes to her view, she shakes her head furiously. “What are you doing here? You have to leave.”

[agentmonet]

@valarrthewanderer​

“This does not feel real, does it?” Ainsley murmurs, finger tips affectionately grazing Valarr’s abdomen in thought. Her head pressed against his shoulder, as they lay comfortably together. It felt almost selfish, to relish in the glow of his love while the world crumbled around them. Several of her friends of noble rank, now scattered haphazardly across the realm. Her father, now passed, and her brother, struggling with his health. Even in the walls of the East Reach, her husband teetered the line of consciousness, whilst his son attempted to pick up the pieces. The rebellion, not to be forgotten, an ever-present threat. Their journey back to Elysi was met with rebels, catching wind of her dragon kin lover. The all world threatened, yet all Ainsley could feel was joy and relief. She cannot help but wonder what it said about her. How tragic was her life, that only a disastrous attack, could bring her back to better spirit? She shakes her head, fighting away the guilt. So much of her life, spent apologizing. She refused to do it again.

She perches her chin on his shoulder, a moment of sentiment. “It feels different... Yet somehow, exactly the same. As if all this time has passed, yet none where it counts.” Fourteen years ago, she decided to part ways with Valarr. Her marriage to the Duke of House Ashcraft had to take precedence, and Valarr’s place in it felt irreconcilable. Where did a dragon fit, in life of a noblewoman and her children? Years later, it ceased to matter. In spite of the glow of his presence, she cannot help but allow her mind to drift to the growing concerns. “I spoke with my father’s advisor. He believes that the rebellion finding us was no coincidence. I believe someone may have given us up.”

[agentmonet]

✵ ( from Valarr )

Their first impression of your muse: In truth, Ainsley cannot recall the first moment she took notice of Valarr (it would be awfully cliche if she did). But as a young girl, she would often peruse the markets of the Red Keep. Each time, the distinct presence of a platinum-blond haired man would pique her interest. After months of curiosity, Ainsley braved the seemingly-intimidating man with the confidence and affection of an Amaranthe noble. To her surprise, his reception of her was warm and curious. It’s only years later that she recognized her trepidation not as fear, but as excited nervousness she hadn’t felt for any of her lovers.

Current impression: Fourteen years later, and Ainsley still sees the same guarded, but curious, dragon she fell in love with years ago. In truth, she doubted his affections for her would last after her marriage to Lord Ashcraft. But seeing him at the masquerade ball? It dispelled any fears of that.   

Are they attracted to your muse?: Yes (especially that booty)

Something they find frightening about your muse: That from the moment she decided to love him, she decided they were destined to be doomed. There’s no happy ending for a dutiful noble and a dragon whose lifespan extended hers

Something they find adorable about your muse: That for all of his strength and stature, he’s the more conservative and calm of the two.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Yes

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: Of course, although a ‘date’ never felt necessary or practical. Especially given the ‘cultural’ differences between the two. 

One word my muse would use to describe yours: Loyal

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Only in the bedroom

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Yes