#wratheart

[goldenreign]

@wratheart / @godbanes​ said :   ❛   it will be alright.   we’ll solve this problem as we’ve solved all the others before.   ❜   - tarquin   //   a very ancient meme.

she's been denying what they meant to one another for so long now,   to protect them both in the situation they were in under amarantha's reign of terror.   she can still remember,   past the loss of the day she became high lady,   the first time she'd sensed that bond between them.   perhaps it had been them both coming into the powers of their courts that had been the catalyst,   but she had known with certainty that day that tarquin meant FAR more to her than she could ever admit  to anyone down there,   even herself.   and so she had blocked that part of herself off,   keeping her relationship with him to little more than friends.   there had been times,   in her loneliness,   where she had been tempted to reach out to him to see if he had this new sense,   too;   but the risk had been too great.

now she sits at a table with him,    at a beach house on the western coast of her court,   the two of them truly ALONE for what feels like the first time in decades.   amarantha is gone,    but that does not solve all their problems.   she is no longer a princess of dawn;   she is HIGH LADY,   and he is now a HIGH LORD of a different court.   if the other courts were to discover they were mates,   after so many years of subjugation,   it would likely be seen as a threat.   mates.   it feels strange to even allow herself to think it,   with how long she has refused to accept the bond between them.   had that hurt him as much as it had her?    teal gaze meets crystal blue and her soul feels like it might weep if she must spend another moment denying this truth.    with the warm breeze floating in through the open windows,   she picks up the untouched bowl of ice cream she'd scooped out,   slowly and deliberately bringing it over to tarquin and setting it down in front of him.   it's more symbolic than anything,   because she doesn't really give him the opportunity to pay it any attention as she moves to lean her forehead gently against his,   their noses brushing lightly against each other.   "    i know,   "   she breathes,   her arms looping around his neck and a shiver tracing down her spine as his hands come to rest at her waist,   "   i trust you,   tarquin,   and i have faith in us...   and i don't think i can stand to pretend you don't mean EVERYTHING to me anymore.   "    she pulls away just so she can look into his eyes again,   heart skipping,    because she has to know,   "   do you...   want this,  too?   "

[wistcrias-arch2]

           𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. said it was just a picnic and had even helped her prepare the food, taking cheeses and wine and bread from her hand and depositing them into the basket. she tried not to think about the easy banter between them as she gently ( but firmly ) reordered them in the basket, and pretending not to blush at the amusement on his face. so what if ambrosia took her organizing seriously? it was her way of making a chaotic world less... chaotic. 

but at the field there was no chaos. only peace and sunshine and flowers and things she could not name because they were so beautiful they defied language. ❝ thank you for bringing me here, ❞ she said later, when they were splayed out under the clouds, the wind playing with both their hair like a lazy lover. ❝ it’s been a magical afternoon. I wish we didn’t have to go back so soon. ❞ she looked between him and the meadow fondly, unable to remember a time she’d ever been as content as she was now. 

@wratheart​ ( plotted ). 

[pillageddeath]

when were you gonna tell me you almost married... a human peasant man? really? i thought you would've went for the rich close-to-death old man.

“ elain said you’re going to die if you don’t get out of my face in approximately ten seconds ”

[dovesdeath]

ˏˋ⠀𑁍   @wratheart​​  —-  hurt / comfort sentence starters;   “  i’m sorry to wake you up, but i really need someone to talk to.  ”   —   lucien.

SHE  COULD  HEAR  HER  NAME  LIKE  A  GENTLE  SPRING  BREEZE.   it  was  soft  and  quiet   ,   whispered  into  the  air  like  a  prayer.   she  heard  his  voice   ,   felt  his  presence  near   ---   smelled  the  very  scent  of  cinnamon  and  campfire  smoke  she  had  come  to  recognize  as  lucien  before  she  was  even  fully  awake.   she  can  feel  his  hands  on  her   --   the  calluses  on  the  pads  of  his  fingers  resting  gently   ,   hesitantly   ,   on  her  shoulder  as  he  shakes  her  out  of  her  sleep.   she  sits  upright  in  bed   ,   hands  raised  to  rub  at  her  eyelids   ,   rapidly  blinking  as  she  adjusts  to  the  darkness  of  the  room.

the  velaris  sky  pokes  through  the  open  spaces  in  the  sheer  curtains  over  the  windows   ,   starlight  pouring  in  and  cascading  over  him   ,   casting  a  nearly  ethereal  glow  on  his  hair   &.   over  his  metallic  eye.   “   there’s  no  need  to  apologize   ,   really.   ”   elain  is  quick  to  offer  a  reassuring  smile   ,   shifting  atop  the  bed  to  turn  towards  him   ,   scooting  backwards  to  make  enough  room  for  him  to  join  her.   she  pats  the  empty  space  on  the  bed  beside  her   ,   glancing  back  up  to  him   --   smile  never  having  faltered.   “   what  happened?   are  you  okay?   ..   ”

[brokenxstarlight-archive]

@wratheart

   Nima had never known her father and so she’d devised a plan to leave her home, her currently family, and her mother to seek him out. She’d been young and hadn’t thought things through, like there must have been a reason that her mother left her father in the first place. No, Nima had never imagined how cruel her father could be, not until it was too late and she was in his clutches.

   For nearly a century she’d had to endure his torture, his mind games, and his need to feel superior over her. So it was that he came to an arrangement with the High Lord of the Spring Court. That in exchange for a sum, the High Lord would take the girl and put her to work as a servant in his household. It was more a kindness on the Lord of Spring’s part given the condition in which she was born. See Nima had been born without the ability to hear, where her mother treated her no different, her father found it displeasing and shameful. To him Nima was an embarrassment and a disgrace upon his lineage. To rid himself of her and write her off had been his goal since the day she showed up on his doorstep amongst the Winter Court. Rather than send her back to her mother he found making this arrangement far more lucrative.

   The fair haired fae was handed over to Tamlin’s emissary Lucian and moved from the Winter Court to Spring. The change in weather alone was enough to cause Nima discomfort but the colors were far more inviting. Of course Nima’s father had not informed Tamlin or Lucian that his daughter was deaf. Had told the female to pay attention and read lips so they did not grow suspicious until his funds were procured. Once she was across boarders and his money was in hand he cared little if they discovered his deception.

   So it was that Nima said nothing to Lucian as they traveled across the courts. She did however kept a close eye upon his face in case he might question her or ask her to do something. Which became increasingly difficult when the red haired male turned away from her, causing her to shift in her seat to try and catch a glimpse of his lips. Perhaps, if she were lucky he would simply think she was ignoring him out of anger and spite in regards to this agreement with her father.

[starsbore-arch]

       𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 on her little doll-chaise, the picture of histrionic drama. every time Bryce so much as looked at her, the pout on her flame-tipped lips seemed to expand, spreading until it was almost comical. ❛ if you think making that face is going to make me give you some, you should know better. I’m pretty sure giving you ice cream would be deadly, and I’m not willing to try just because you want some. ❜ sometimes, it was like having two of syrinx around. 

still, that wouldn’t keep her from indulging in it. and licking her lips after. 

❛ don’t look so glum, lele. I could... boil some of this for you? ❜ 

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : @wratheart​ ( lehabah ) 

[pillageddeath]

*: ･ﾟCASSIAN !

home is not a place ; not a cabin within the depths of illyria , with well worn armchairs and tasteful rugs , nor an apartment overlooking the sidra , with views that would leave anyone in awe. it is the broad shouldered warrior that rests on the plush , cream colored couch with his back to her .      ❛  you’re up early .   ❜     he’d risen well before dawn ; his side of the bed had been cold to the touch when she’d rested her fingers on it , as if in an attempt to gauge when he had left her side . her footsteps are light across the floorboards , and she peers at him once she’s seated besides him , concern flickering in the depths of her cerulean eyes .      ❛  I didn’t think you’d be here .   ❜     there is truth in her words ; and it is not malicious , nor had she been hoping for her mate to be elsewhere . she had simply assumed . it is evident in the way her hair is unbound , with the waves tumbling well over her shoulders , and the far too oversized shirt that dwarfs her already slender frame . another first .

[goldenreign]

for the record cleo is just the pleading eyes emoji at feyre and bryce bc she wants to be their friend ( @feyrae, @starsbore, @wratheart )