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@mirewoven (rowan) sent an ask to (xaden) //

“I dream of you in crimson and shadows, and I wake up gasping for air.”

Xaden’s gaze is outward when she first approaches, and her words cause his shoulders to tense. Just a little, that tiny sign that he isn’t able to hide. To keep from being shown. Not that he’s completely sure he would have, even if it hadn’t slipped out–

❝ It’s been a while, I know. ❞ It’s all Xaden says at first, his words so low that it’s almost as if he doesn’t even speak them aloud at all. Even when he turns, fastening those eyes on Rowan, dark hair falling into his eyes, his steps carrying him across the short distance between them, there remains a wall–a chasm–that separates, that keeps the words low and quiet and apart.

❝ But you’re still alive, Rowan. That’s the best I can offer right now. ❞

// update from this post

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all these sentences come from a search on goodread's keywords for fantasy romance and romantasy. please change names, locations and pronouns as you see fit. some of these might be suggestive.

• “Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.”
• “But I will not run. I wouldn't be standing here if I'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome. I will not die today.”
• “There is no me without you.”
• “They say the soul cannot rest until it finds its match. Then it ignites.”
• “You don't love someone because they're a dream of perfection. You love them because of the way they meet their challenges, how they struggle to overcome. You love them because together, you bring out the best in each other.”
• “Do you make it a habit to compliment everyone who's trying to kill you?"
• “Do you really want to put yourself through this? Is loving me really enough to endure everything you have to just to be with me?"
• “Make no mistake, little human. You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.”
• “Love is when you’d rather see someone one last time and die, than never see their face again.”
• “You are sweet to be so concerned over my love life, but I’ve decided only to date guys who have bigger swords than me.”
• “Laire, get back here! You do not drink before we meet with our mortal enemy.”
• “She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.”
• “I bring you the whole of my heart at the rising of the moon and the setting of the stars.”
• “You're exquisite. You're transcendent. And you are mine.”
• “Fight me, love. You'll need the strength at the pass. Let that power fly."
• “Gods, there seemed to be nothing more humiliating than being attracted to someone who didn't feel the same.”
• “Call him. Claim him. Speak his Name. Make him thine before all others.”
• “They were all short lives. She'd just wanted to spend more of hers with him. She'd just wanted more time.”
• “You could never hate me as much as you want me.”
• “That’s the thing about life. To know there’s an end, to be unable to run from it, but to live anyway.”
• “I would fetch you the moon if only to spare your tears again”
• “I am Death. And you are a fool. I hope revenge is worth it.”
• “They despise us because we are Immortal, but it is the blood that runs through our veins ...That they fear.”
• “The time for hiding is over. The time for fear is over. The time for action is now.”
• “You are powerful by birth but have it in you to be good by choice.”
• “It's not protection, little dragon. It's a claim. You're mine. No one touches what belongs to me.”
• “Maybe you’ve know what it’s like to be at the bottom, but I doubt you’ve known hell.”
• “How can I even look at any other guy on campus when you’re always on my mind? Literally.”
• “Love is a not a weakness.”
• “My future had been set for me before I was old enough to question it.”
• “No one doubts your honourable nature, most noble of kings and best of brothers.”
• “When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds.”
• “Be everything you truly are. That’s all I’ll ever ask of you, my silver one.”
• “But if we don’t have peace, we shall have you.”
• “Oh, Gesela, do not pretend you despise my attention.”
• “He was beautiful and cold, like winter…”
• “Answer my question. Send to my will. Why have you come, sweet one?”
• “When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begin's to stare back at you.”
• “Iron is made stronger in the hottest part of the fire, Seth. You didn't break me, you forged me.”
• “The whole damn world could burn, and I would still love you. When everything dissipates, you're the only thing I see. You've always been.”
• “I’ll happily play the villain if you’re my reward, Mareina.” 
• “This realm’s moon hung on the skies, mine laid beside me, smiling and radiant.”
• “If you're going to lie, make it a good one.”
• “No one is killing my king tonight.”
• “My beautiful Olivia, you are the moon of my night sky, beaming light and beauty into my life.”
• “That’s it, my bride. Take your pleasure.”
• “Perhaps, but the mind is also a powerful force. What you believe, you often see. And what you hope, often comes to be.”
• “Patience is about as foreign to me as mercy."
• “Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.”
• “I would have suffered a thousand more years to be with you.”
• “It’s not easy to ignore an unfinished day that has been set on reminding you of its bitterness.”
• “We aren't anything like strangers anymore, and certainly nothing like enemies. Compassionate like friends. Tender like lovers.”
• “All or nothing. In dreams as in life.”
• “You need me because I am the Queen of Ithicana.”
• “You are mine, mo krrá. The same way that I am yours. From now until the end of time.”
• “She would not be mastered by anything again; she was the master of herself.”
• “When will you see I'm not your enemy, but your weapon. Wield me..”
• “I may be evil but I do have a heart, Princess. It belongs to you. “
• “There's no room for doubt on the wings of birds, let alone on the mane of moon dust.”
• “I'll say it again. I don't care what you are. I care about who you are.”
• “Your wish is my command, my queen.”
• “I thought all you princes wanted was demure virgins you could pluck for the first time."
• “Power was poison, one that slipped beneath the skin and which could turn even the purest soul into a wicked monster.”
• “Love was a lethal weapon that rivaled the sharpest sword. It cut directly to the heart.”
• “Morgan Pendragon is far from insignificant. She's a force of destiny and you would do well not to trifle with her or ever let her name cross your lips again.”
• “I don't think I've ever met anyone as vexing as you,"
• “That was what it meant to have power, wasn't it? You could simply destroy that which didn't serve you.”

@heirceleste (cassidy) sent an ask to (ivan) //

go! i’ll fight them off! get to safety!

Ivan glares at her, even as he barely holds back the grimace of pain from the wound in his side. Something had managed to pierce the fabric of his kefta– a feat that he would have to examine later, just how it had been possible– and Ivan can feel the blood seeping into it from the cut. It’s not deep enough to be fatal, he’s not going to bleed out right this second.

At least he’s damn sure of that much.

❝ You have lost your mind if you think I’m leaving you here alone. ❞ Anger coats every single word. It’s anger or pain and Ivan has always been better at wielding the former to hide the latter. Their enemies came out of nowhere (or so it had seemed) and far, far more than there should have been, according to the latest reports. Already three of their number had fallen; two before Ivan could do a single thing to stop it.

❝ Move, Cassidy! ❞ Because as much as Ivan hates admitting any sort of defeat, it’s clear there is no winning this particular conflict, this particular encounter. Their fighting will only end up delaying death a bit; they have to leave while it’s still possible. Both of them. ❝ You are not dying here like an idiot! ❞

@wickedpeachie (elain) sent an ask to (azriel) //

“we should run.”

Those quiet words are ones that, for a moment, Azriel doesn’t think he truly heard. He tells himself that it’s only his mind, having wished for them to be spoken so many times before, that he’s only once more hoping for the impossible–

Except he knows that’s not the case this time, and Azriel looks to his side, gaze focused solely on Elain. Every part of him wants little more than to take her up on that. To take her in his arms right now, to take to the sky and just– never look back.

So why don’t we?

❝ Is that what you want? ❞ The question slips from the shadowsinger quietly as well, because he knows, too, that he will do whatever it is Elain wishes. That he will go wherever she desires, that every single part of him only wants her, and that all else seems to pale in comparison. So if Elain truly wishes to run, to go elsewhere, Azriel realizes that it doesn’t matter how closely he is tied to the Night Court.

Because he wishes to be tied more so to her. To Elain.

❝ Just say the word, Elain, and I will give you all that is in my power to give you. All that you want, if I can. I… We can leave and never look back, run to the far reaches of realms unknown… ❞ As long as we are together.

Rhiannon lead them down the trail to the river valley below. She helped them dismount waving at Thysandra.

"Did you bring - oh, hi Sebastian."

Thysandra sighed and rubbed the back of her neck as Sebastian nearly tripped over a rock to run and hug Natalia properly.

"He heard we were coming to see you, well Nat and kept badgering to come...Sia and Silbi didn't want to leave him behind either."

"Nat! Nat do you want to come pick berries with me!"

Sarai pouted letting her hug go with Nessayn to pinch. her brother.

"Silba and I didn't get to say hi yet!"

"You can say hi now and then we can go!"

Nessayn put her hands on her hips and gave Sebastian a look. She tried to make herself look scary like Mama did when Papa said something dumb.

"What about me? Do I get a hug?"

"No."

Nessayn blinked beginning to sniff and ran to Rhiannon. Silba ran after, Sarai glared at him.

"Look at what you did!"

Sebastian crossed his arms.

"But I'm not gonna marry her one day. I'll marry Nasha and Papa doesn't hug Auntie Cali -"

"Papa was joking Sebastian! It -"

"Natalia do you want to marry me one day! Papa says we're gonna get married when we're older!"

Natalia immediately wraps her arms around Sebastian in response to his hug. He’s great to her, and she loves how nice he is. She didn’t think he was going to be here, too; Rhi hadn’t said they were meeting anyone, but then, she hadn’t said what the surprise was, no matter how many times Natalia and Nessayn had asked.

Begged.

She smiles, she laughs, and she really, really does try not to laugh too hard when Natalia realizes that Ness is actually a little upset. In fact, Natalia tries to imitate their mother too, just like her sister had just done, in order to tell Sebastian he should be nicer–

But the words never leave.

Instead, Natalia blinks, looks between Sebastian and Sarai and then back at Sebastian.

❝ You really want to marry me? ❞ Of course, she knows it will be a long time from now. But Natalia wonders why Sebastian even thinks they’ll get married one day. Mama has never even hinted that there’s anything like that–

❝ Rhi! Am I gonna marry Sebastian when I grow up? ❞ Natalia calls out to her older sister. It’s not like it would be a bad thing… not at all…

Agenor poured himself a drink, pouring the boys ones as well. He sipped at his wine and met Rhain's eyes.

"Aleksander called Sebastian weak and pathetic. Apparently Natalia heard it....and here we are."

------

Tharion had assured Bryce it was fine, that he'd survive. That - he dodged and rolled as lightning slammed a hair breath from his feet. He huffed, keeping his balance.

Sebastian was clearly toying with him. He barred his teeth, the Blood Shrike. He'd heard of his daughter, the Sea Witch. She'd drowned entire fleets, the oceans had bent to her like droplets of rain or so the stories went.

He could see it now, see the stormy resolve in Sebastian's eyes that Sankta Ulla must have during the war. She'd saved their homes, had brought all the Oceans Queens together in a way that hadn't been seen since their Goddess Ogenas birthed them.

"That all you got old man? You need a spear to attack? Are you that lazy?"

Sebastian tilted his head, looking to Oraya.

"Why are all your fighters so mouthy?"

She smiled, tapping a nail on the rim of her wine glass.

"Where's the fun in them being meek Sebastian?"

Sebastian jumped from the ledge he'd been standing on. His spear vanishing for a second in the light it looked to be made of bones. He picked up a sword from the sandy floor, beginning to walk toward Tharion.

He huffed as Tharion lunged for him, kicking him in the knee sending him off kilter and to his knees. Tharion crawled trying to will his magic to heal faster. Trying to -

Sebastian held his blade out, in his face and knelt at his side.

"I'll heal you for a fair fight. On one condition."

Tharion ground his teeth, looking past Sebastian to the bleachers where Bryce was arguing with one of the other males Sebastian had come with.

"What?"

Sebastian gripped his collar, dragging him closer. Making him look at him, even if he didn't bother lowering his voice.

"You win, keep me down I will pay your debts and free you."

Tharion's heart pounded.

"And if I lose?"

The smile he got was bloodthirsty, maniacal even. Sebastian leaned in closer, still didn't lower his voice.

"Then you're paying debts to me Tharion. I buy you, you're mine spy, collared and all. And I won't keep you in the fighting pits. You'll work for me daughter, and she's not as kind as I am about fae that are a waste of space."

"I'm not a -"

Sebastian twisted, kicking him in the stomach and his body seized. Tharion screamed, Bryce lunged but Agenor held her back. Rigelus gripped the edge of the railing watching as Tharion began to convulse in the sands.

"What the fuck is he doing -"

"Valg magic. He's making him feel like his blood is on fire - it's his favorite trick."

Bryce twisted trying to break free to do something looking to Orion and Aleksander.

"You know him! Stop this! He's gone mad! He'll kill him!"

You took a female barley of legal age to your bed. You strung her along for a decade....you run from responsibility, from her, from your duties to your court. You think my daughter wasn't told of you? You think I don't know your name Tharion Ketos?

Tharion couldn't reach for his magic, couldn't think beyond the blinding pain slamming through him in waves, the words hammering in his skull. Sebastian played with his sword, cleaning it nonchalantly with his shirt. His lips ticked up at Rhain and Oraya.

"How's the show? Want me to keep going?"

Oraya leaned over her box seat.

"You don't like him. What's he done to deserve our Vanir magic?"

Sebastian grinned, begining to walk around Tharion. Using his boot to hold his wrist down and twist his heel till his wrist cracked.

"Take a barely legal female to his bed and then use her for a decade for power. I hate males like him, and he didn't even have the decency to follow through. He is a waste of space."

Oraya hummed and looked to Rhain.

"Thoughts?"

Aleksander just… watches. Like he’s transfixed. Like this is the male who fits the stories, and it’s believable that his father has gained such respect from so many when his power is handled like that. As Aleksander watches Tharion on the ground, he barely cares what Bryce says, what she begs for.

It doesn’t matter, because his father is… terrifying.

~

Raihn knows that there is more to it, that the outlet Sebastian is taking on the male is more than just what Agenor states, than Sasha having said a few idiotic things–like all young males tend to do.

And when he says that about Tharion, well… the pieces click a little too well.

Raihn’s gaze narrows, his fists clench. He can feel Oraya’s disdain waving off of her, too, even if she is showing no expression of it. That mask of hers just as perfect as always. And that single word– Thoughts– like she knows he could tell her so much.

❝ ‘Waste of space’ seems a little too… kind, don’t you think? ❞ he says with a shrug. Raihn looks down at the lump of broken male on the ground, Sebastian standing over it. He wants to rip Tharion apart, piece by little piece, until there is absolutely nothing at all left.

And even that might be leaving too much behind, and be too much of a mercy.

He despises such creatures–

Of course, Raihn doesn’t say all of that aloud to Oraya, or to Sebastian. His casual shrug, his single sentence, the look he shoots between them– it says all of it without needing the actual words spoken.

Instead, he directs another look towards Aleksander, Raihn nodding then to Sebastian.

❝ And that, Sasha, is why I knew you’d said something idiotic. Because I know him. And I know your mother. And there isn’t a single weak and pathetic part to either of them. ❞

“Nasha! Come, come, we’re going on an adventure!”

Natalia let her governess hand go running to her sister.

“Really? Where Rhi-Rhi?”

Rhiannon knelt before her winking tapping her nose.

“Now you know I can’t tell you that it’s a surprise! Nessie is waiting with the horses we -”

“Mama will be mad -”

Rhiannon rolled her eyes and held her hand out to her, tugging her away.

“I’ll say it was my idea, as it was. Now come, this is far more fun than your lessons and certainly more fun than my meetings!”

Rhiannon grinned down at Natalia hearing her giggle. She was such a serious girl, always wanted more responsibility, looking to grow up.

She wanted her little sisters to be children a little longer. She hadn’t had that luxury, like Telemachus and Thysandra they’d all grown up in a war - there had been such fleeting moments of joy.

And then when they all learned Telgonus was dead, when Peneople came back to them barely held together….whatever happiness vanished too.

She shoved the memories away, letting Natalia run to Nessayn and watching them excitedly try to guess where they were going.

This was what it was all for.

All that pain.

All those sacrifices.

All those late nights.

Nausica’s face flashed in her eyes, the way she’d collapsed hearing of Telgonus death. How she’d let hate and anger win….but then was any of them any better? Telemachus had little siblings now too and he barely saw them.

She didn’t understand, shouldn’t he be happy for it? Shouldn’t he want to make the world better for them? But no, no he wished to drink and hide like the coward he -

“Rhiannon! Are you listening? Is Rhain coming?”

She blinked and shook her head at Nessayn’s question. She knelt down next to them, taking their little hands.

“We’re going to rule together one day, I’ve been waiting for you both…. we’re going to change the world together alright? And -”

She straightened and got a pony and set them both on it. She kissed each of their heads.

“And Rhain will just get in the way.”

She put a finger to her lips as she turned to rise onto her horse.

“But we don’t tell him that do my little Blackbirds.”

@siderealxmelody

Natalia is young, and while there is still that little voice in the back of her mind whispering that she probably should be doing her lessons, it’s quickly silenced with Rhiannon’s promise of an adventure. A surprise.

She smiles, rushes to Nessayn. It’s the perfect sort of day, as far as Natalia is concerned. The air is cool, brisk; the sky clouded over, but with the air of freedom, of that coldness that breathes only possibility.

That tells anything is hers for the taking.

That the darkness is her strength, her weapon to wield, the power in her blood. She is the dark, and Natalia feels at home right here, right now, with her two sisters.

Natalia wrinkles her nose as she shakes her head. ❝ It’s our secret, right? Isn’t that what you said before, Rhi? ❞ After all, it isn’t often they get to have secrets that are really and truly theirs and theirs alone.

"You magic is shadow based Aleksander. I couldn't train you the way your mother can."

He stepped foward grabbing him by the collar. Sparks flying off his hand. Thurr would have sneered at how little contorl he had.

"You were 8 so I'll forgive you for your very stupid reading of that situation. Your mother was pregnant! What you have had me do? Leave her with your aunt Nessayn and gather an army? Take control of a kingdom I didn't want? Destabilize it so badly that it put our home and Xaden in more danger than he already was in?!"

He shoved him back and went for the door.

"I'm taking you to the fighting pits in the Meat Market. If you're old enough to ask questions about ruthlessness, you're old enough to have had your first kill."

He looked to Rigelus.

"You're coming too."

"I - I don't think I really need to no? I mean just because Aleksander is being an idiot doesn't mean I should be roped into it -"

Agenor looked away as Sebastian aimed his lighting at Rigelus. He didn't use his spear, it was fast slamming into the younger male till he got the wall and crumpled against it. Sebastian glared at the pile of him and made again for the door.

"You're Heir Rigelus, act like Aleksander is the threat he is. He has enough charisma to take that throne from you, and probably more of a case for it. And I dodged because -"

He looked back at Aleksander exhaling, his voice sofeneing briefly.

"I dodged those questions because I never wanted you to see that side of me."

------

Oraya eyed Bryce and the others, giving Tharion barely a glance.

"He isn't leaving -"

"You can't keep him! He's - he's our friend! The -"

"He made his deals Bryce, he has bargains to meet."

Oraya leaned back on the bleachers smiling with serpentine lips.

"I'll take him from you. I'll -"

"Will you now? Rough words for a girl with a washed up prince and a rebel as the only friends stupid enough to follow her into this."

Oraya turned to Rhain.

"What do you think Love should we -"

Oraya looked to the other side as the doors closed. Sebastian leaned down eyeing the children and then looked to her and Rhain.

"Anyone you want me to kill?"

Oraya hummed and pointed to Tharion.

"Well not kill. Bryce here wants to take what's ours. And I can't have that."

Sebastian eyed the merman with distaste but shrugged.

"Bryce do you just go around making enemies of powerful people? Last month you held a gun to my cousin's head, thankfully I came in time to save Micah. What exactly is your end...honestly I don't really care. Happy to take the Merman's scales one by one."

Oraya hummed and smiled a little softer at Aleksander.

"Hello Sasha what brings you here?"

"Your nephew has been very insulting. Hence I thought I'd bring him here to fix that...and we'll, Rigelus will be heir someone should test his fighting skills."

------

Azriel nodded, but didn't really step back.

"Is it Papa? Did he do something? I heard him yelling at Aleksander just now. And I -"

Aleksander feels his control slipping, the shadows thickening as it does. Twisting. It’s a mix of anger with the annoyance and frustration and the– He doesn’t know exactly how to describe everything he feels right now against his father. How much he wants to argue with him, fight him, and yet at the same time, do the complete opposite–

He watches the lightning rush towards Rigelus, watches the other male slam against the wall. There’s barely a hint of emotion across his father’s face as Sebastian acts, but Aleksander barely seems to register it. Perhaps it’s because he’s currently feeling too much of everything. He feels enough of a mix of confusion to not even know what to think in regards to the way his father acts right then.

Or to care how utterly pitiful Rigelus behaves as he crumbles like nothing. Like the weak and pathetic thing he is, whispers that dark part of him, that little voice that has always sat there, in the back of Aleksander’s mind. Pushing for more– Always more.

He barely says another word until Oraya addresses him, and even then, he just shrugs.

Raihn, however, just sighs. Gaze lifts to Sebastian, an eyebrow lifting as if to seek confirmation on just how stupid his nephew might have behaved in the last few moments to get Sebastian this pissed off.

❝ Must’ve been quite insulting to get you in that state, Sebastian. ❞ He doesn’t even let the smirk linger, as Raihn’s eyes move between the two of them. Father and son, the whole stupid thing with Bryce completely forgotten for right now.

❝ Let me just take the wild guess it had something to do with him being an arrogant idiot– ❞

❝ I was not! ❞

But Raihn only scoffs, and shoots his look at Aleksander, as if to say, Don’t argue. I know better than that.

~

Natalia shakes her head, nearly growling in her chest as Azriel speaks. It takes far too much control, far more than she wants to admit to, to keep from allowing her temper to lash out against Azriel, against her son.

It’s not him that you are angry with, she tells herself. It’s not Azriel…

❝ I said it isn’t the best time, Azriel. ❞ Natalia speaks as if each word is pulled from her, as if every bit of control is hard fought for. Barely hanging on by a thread. ❝ So I suggest you go. Take Ramiel and just go… somewhere else… ❞

There was always a power to nurture. Every generation had its champions, and with his control, they were more powerful everytime.

No longer a scattered rabble searching for scraps, he was building a fortress and maintaining their own standard army. And now he saw the fruition of that.

Fear was powerful, if could be sharpened to purpose and duty. Duty to him. And what purpose she had found, overcoming even doubts he had about her, and now here was a crafted weapon.

And he was staring. What he thought was always hidden behind his dark eyes. The man was certainly separated from the common Grisha, and that was more than the reason of rank. Self-imposed isolation was being challenged. ' I am?'

Zoya just shrugs, turning her eyes back to the horizon. The sun is setting, the sky alight with the fires of its dying rays as the day ends. ❝ You seem to have a lot more on your mind lately. ❞

It’s a small opening, perhaps, but she takes the little risk. After all, it is because of him that Zoya fears nothing. That her power is her strength now. That she is no longer the scared little girl who had first come to the Little Palace.

She can withstand every single threat that might come her way–

Because he taught her that she held such power. That no one could make her break.

That she is the storm.

❝ So either you’re staring at me, or you’re so lost in whatever plan is being concocted in your head once more that you didn’t even know where your eyes had focused. ❞