Lady Lyra

[councilman-pericard-deactivated]

He wasn’t prepared for the question, largely because he had no real reason for being here that wasn’t slightly embarrassing or perhaps a bit telling. The temple was a gory sight, truthfully he hadn’t intended to venture to this part of the city. As fate would have it, his feet simply carried him there. “I’m not from here - I’m a councilmen in Zagoré… I like to come here to see the sights.” Brandon said, not lying but he couldn’t help that he flushed slightly. “Truthfully I didn’t mean to come this far.”

[the-lady-lyra]

“The sights?” Lyra raised an eyebrow in disbelief. The capital city was still in chaos, its people still reeling from the attack and coming to terms with the deaths of their loved ones, and he had come to sightsee? “Well if you’re here as a tourist, let me take you through what I remember.” She gestured to the dais at the back of the hall. “That is where the Queen Mother was assassinated.” She pointed to other various spots around the room. “I seem to recall witnessing a wolf getting impaled on that candelabra. Oh, and that’s where I saw a man get his head torn clean off his shoulders.” The memories were still vaguely hazy, but you didn’t just forget sights horrific as those. “How’s that for sightseeing?” 

[angelus-dragomir-deactivated201]

At the end of that little speech this little thorn flower gave, Angelus couldn’t help but break out in laughter, letting his boisterous laugh echo throughout the great halls of the temple. “Now you are precious! Honestly, that little story you gave was just so adorable! Please, try and give me another obvious warning and maybe I might take you seriously!” Grabbing his chest Angelus tried to breath only to look up at his new friend. “My name’s Angelus….Angelus Dragomir. But please call me Angel. Everyone does.” Straightening himself, Angelus continued to smirk at the girl. “Now let me tell you something. Any poisonous flower can be picked, so long as the gardner has the right tools. As for you, little flower. All one needs is the right gloves.” Grabbing the girl by the arm, he stepped just close enough to whisper into her ear. “Be sure to keep that in mind and not put too much stock in yourself, or else, you’ll end up withering away. And a flower as beautiful as you deserves to bloom with the seasons.” 

[the-lady-lyra]

Lyra rolled her eyes. She certainly wouldn’t be joining the masses that called him Angel, when he was clearly no such thing. She laughed at the implication that he would be able to pick her with the right tools. He had fallen right into her trap. She’d suspected bad intentions, and his words proved them, as well as his arrogance. Rather than twist her arm out of his grip when he grabbed her, Lyra simply smirked. His attempts to intimidate her were laughable. “I think you missed the point of my story. I was not just pointing out that beautiful flowers were dangerous...” Her smile widened as she used her shapeshifting ability to create sharp thorns on the arm he was holding. “But that you should avoid getting too close.”

[angelus-dragomir-deactivated201]

“I’m sorry, but we’ve never had the pleasure of meeting until now.” Angelus spoke as he walked around the lady in front of him. He scanned her up and down trying to get a read on her, but she was…complex. That alone intrigued him. “My name is Angelus, though you may call me Angel if it would please you.” He walked up to the lady, taking her hand in his, raising it up to his lips. “If you are having any troubles with something, I would be more than happy to assist you in any way I can. You’ll find that I can be very…useful, when someone wants something. He looked into the warm brown eyes of this innocent girl with his own bright blue and gave a mischievous smirk.  

[the-lady-lyra]

Lyra might have lost some of her memories, but she was still as sharp as a knife. She had forgotten people and places, but it would take a lot more than a bump on the head to make her forget her own personality. Lyra was flirtatious by nature, but she sensed something in this man that she did not like. She couldn’t place her finger on it, but even in her current state her gut warned her not to trust him. Lyra withdrew her hand as soon as he had kissed it, her eyes narrowing with mistrust. His eyes had raked over her and she sensed he was trying to figure her out; decipher her weaknesses that he might be able to take advantage of. But there was a saying so old it might as well have become her family motto: No one takes advantage of a Harcourt. “Have you ever heard of the Dalazora flower?” She asked. “It’s a flower renowned for its beauty, but it comes with a warning. The entire plant, from petals to roots, is extremely toxic. There’s many a foolish person who have dared to try and pick the flower, only to become paralysed at the first touch of it. They sought to use the flower for their own gain - to sell it at a high price or put it in a bouquet to try and woo someone who did not care to be wooed. Their attempts to use that flower for their own gain resulted in their untimely demise.” On the surface, it seemed like a simple enough story, but the warning was clear. Right now, Lyra did not have the memories that would have told her if she truly knew this man or not, but she wanted to make it clear that memory loss or not, she wasn’t about to be tricked.

[councilman-pericard-deactivated]

He enjoyed the capital, though most people did. However, Brandon was not like most, when he’d walk the streets of the greatest city in the country he envisioned himself int he future. All the plotting all the scheming, he was a self made man that would not be content until all his ambitions came to fruition. The warlock had certainly come far already, he was not the scrawny washboy who went hungry most nights - a councilmen, a man of status. He’d become someone that meant something, but The Fangs threatened that - threatened everything. Lost in thought, the man had scarcely realized how far he had come to wander before he heard the Lady Lyra’s voice and was pulled from his thoughts. He looked about, Brandon had not been present at the attack - but he could imagine what the scene had looked like. “Maybe some things are better left forgotten.”

[the-lady-lyra]

“Maybe.” Lyra agreed. She winced as memories flashed in her mind. They were brief, and came to her in sharp blasts, as if she was being hit by pieces of broken glass. She remembered blood and screaming, and shifting back to her human form before she hit the ground, but she could recall little else. She didn’t know this man’s face, either because she had never met him or because her amnesia had removed him from her mind. For all she knew, they could be lovers or best friends. But Lyra smiled as she often did, and turned her back on the mess in the temple that had still not been cleaned up after the attack. “And why are you here?”

[the-lady-lyra]

Lyra had only recently been allowed to leave her bed. She had been knocked unconscious during the attack at Roslin’s coronation, and the physicians had kept her in a magically induced coma until her injuries had healed. But there was nothing they could do for her memories. She had awoken injury-free, but her memory was foggy. Some things she remembered, put there were a lot of people, places and events that Lyra had no recollection of. Her physicians had assured her this wasn’t abnormal for someone who had been through what she had, but they were unable to tell yet if her memories would return. They had suggested she visit places that she had hazy memories of to try and trigger something to cure her amnesia, so Lyra had returned to the temple where Roslin’s coronation had taken place. It was as she was looking around the temple that she heard someone come in behind her, and she turned to face them. “I thought revisiting the scene might help to jog my memories.”

[the-lady-lyra]

daemonthorne:

This was so not the place, or the time to have this conversation, Daemon didn’t want to cause a scene in the middle of the event. And then reached for him. Her hand placed on the side of his face meant to look like a caring gesture as she tore him a new one. The governor would have walked away from her without a word, she was right, he had betrayed her in the end, but she had to show him her fangs and threaten him. The Elf didn’t cared for threats, not even one coming from Lyra. In a flick of an eye he was on her, his lips pressed to her in a harsh kiss. He didn’t cared if she used the fangs on him or not.

“I’m not afraid of you Helin en’ haba ” The sweet name he would always call her just flew off his mouth with the same ease it used to have. Daemon could still feel the warm of her lips when he pulled away from her “See you in three moons for our date...” and with a short bow he walked away from her. 

FIN

[the-lady-lyra]

adrianrylarth:

“I am most sorry to hear that. I hope the event you must attend does not further stress the matter too much.”

“I imagine it will. He wants to talk to me about why we ended things. He seems to have forgotten that he kissed another woman.”

[adrianrylarth-deactivated201608]

“What has happened?”

[the-lady-lyra]

“My bastard of an ex won the date with me in the singles auction.”

[charliexcarlton]

“It certainly sounds more likely, the question really is; do you want to believe the best, or the worst in people?”

[the-lady-lyra]

“Hard to say, I’m an odd mix of optimist and pessimist.”

[brooklinesi-blog]

“Well I’m still going to be mean to him. I will do it quietly though so you don’t have to hear about it. Anyone who makes you cry is evil and horrid.”

[the-lady-lyra]

Lyra rested her head on her friend’s shoulder as she was thankful that she had at least one person who cared how she felt. “I love you, Brook.”

[daemonthorne-deactivated2016050]

Daemon swallow to get the lump off his throat. His jaw was lock, this was so not the time or the place to have this talk. Lyra had been caught off guard with the date things, and he knew her enough to know that she would attack him in any way or form. 

“We are not having this conversation now…” it was almost ironic that after all the time he waited, he had to still wait some more. 

[the-lady-lyra]

“Don’t think you can tell me what to do, Daemon.” She was practically snarling and debated turning into a wolf just to see him scared, but that would also frighten everyone else at the party. Instead she went for the less obvious approach and gently caressed his cheek. “Oh Daemon. You lost the best thing in your life when you decided to betray me.” Her lips curled into a smile, but she used just enough of her shapeshifting ability to turn her teeth into sharp fangs. “Just be glad I ignored you instead of clawing you to ribbons.”

[daemonthorne-deactivated2016050]

Under the stars || Daemon & Lyra

[daemonthorne-deactivated2016050]

While he waited, the thought that she would just stood him up had crossed his mind. She had avoided him so far, and he had let her because she needed her space. But three months was enough, and he had to close this chapter so they could start a new one. 

“I wasn’t talking about the dress… and you know it…”. Without realizing, maybe out of habit, the elf reached for her hand and rose it to his lips placing a warm kiss over the fabric of her glove. Only when his eyes fund hers he realized that he probably shouldn’t have done it. Like it or not, he had broken her heart, he knew that. Even if he didn’t agreed with her reasoning, they both had been hurt, and this type of affection between them, as smaller as they might be, would always have an impact. 

Straightening himself up, the Governor cleared his head, this would be a painful night enough as it was, he couldn’t let his body automatic response to her make things harder. “Would you give me the honor of this dance?” he sounded so business like that it was almost cold.

[the-lady-lyra]

She cleared her throat, unsure of what to say. “Yes, well I always look beautiful so it’s not really a compliment.” Brushing off his compliment with feigned arrogance was all she could think of in response. The gesture of him kissing her hand was so familiar that she didn’t even think of it as odd until he straightened and his eyes met hers. Once again Lyra found herself biting back tears. Things had always worked so well between them, why did he have to ruin them by kissing another woman? Better yet, why did she have to ruin things by starting a relationship with him in the first place instead of just remaining casual lovers?

She took his arm when he asked her for the dance with a small shake of her head. If he was going to act businesslike about this, then so would she. “Only because I’m contractually obliged.”

[daemonthorne-deactivated2016050]

The governor walked closer to his former lover, placing himself between her and the rest of the party to give her some sort of privacy behind his big body. He didn’t want to cause a scene in the middle of the event. “You have been ignoring me Lyra...” His voice became low, so only heard could hear him.

“If this is what it takes for us to talk, yes, I will force you into a date with me… ”

[the-lady-lyra]

She knew he expected a scene from her, hence why he’d blocked her from view from the rest of the party. She would have been quite happy to cause a scene, but this was a charity event and Lyra would calm her temper for that. “Why shouldn’t I ignore you?” She hissed. “You betrayed my trust. Even though you and Yvaine were drunk when you kissed, it still happened.”

[daemonthorne-deactivated2016050]

Under the stars || Daemon & Lyra

For @the-lady-lyra :

Daemon had arrived early to the agreed location. Deep down he knew this wasn’t fair, that he was ambushing her, leaving her with no other choice, but she had done the same to him. 

Three months had gone by and nothing from her. Not a single reply to all the letters he had sent her. Each time he knocked at her door Daemon had been sent away with not a single word from her. 

If dropping this low to finally have a talk with her was what it took. So be it.

“You look lovely Miss Harcourt…” The elf said in his charming voice when she finnaly arrived.

[the-lady-lyra]

Lyra had wanted to back out of the date, she really had, but when she had signed herself up to be auctioned off she had committed to going on the date with her highest bidder. It was just bad luck that the winning bidder was the man who had broken her heart.

It was a beautiful location. The palace gardens were stunning always, but with the trees strung with lights and a string quartet playing soft music next to the temporary dancefloor, it really was more beautiful than ever. Three months ago, this would have been an ideal date for her - now she just wanted to get it over with.

“You would say that, you bought this dress for me.” She unwound the wrap from her shoulders and handed it to one of the date’s attendants. Thank the gods she wasn’t completely alone with him.

[serenfletcher-deactivated201604]

“Well, then, at least I haven’t lost my touch.”

“If you do wear the dangly ones, maybe put your hair up? I think that’s something my mother told me once, a long time ago.”

[the-lady-lyra]

“Your mother gave good fashion advice then.”

[brooklinesi-blog]

“Of course. That question was clumsy of me. Shall I call him some names? I can think of lots of evil ways to make him suffer?” She offered quietly not liking to see her friend even the slightest bit upset.

[the-lady-lyra]

“No, no. Despite what he did to me, I still love him. I hate myself for it, but I do. I just want to ignore him completely so I can move on.”

[daemonthorne-deactivated2016050]

Daemon was expecting it, that is partly why he had been avoiding her all night long, and only binding for her when she wasn’t looking.

“You left me no other choice Lyra…”

[the-lady-lyra]

“Forcing me into a date with you just so I would speak to you again?” Lyra had to bite back tears, although whether they were tears of anger or sadness, she couldn’t tell. “You cheated on me, Daemon. I opened up my heart to you because you told me you had real feelings for me, and then you went and did that. You made me feel completely used.”