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Though plump lips purse into a condescending frown and her sharp brows furrow whilst her eyes widen in bewilderment, the scowl does not leave her sharp features ― rather, it deepens as does the already poor image that she has of her youngest son's ill thought romance in her mind. Like calls to like, and similar to the High King being a difficult child ( and consequently an even more temperamental and difficult adult ), the mortal consort that he has taken it upon himself to marry is even worse ― if it can become worse, that is.

Dim witted, ill-mannered and insolent child, the boy is, threatening to strike the Queen Mother without so much as a second thought running behind those blue eyes of his ; not that a first thought dare cross for a second to follow in its pursuit. The insolent child rarely ever uses the brain Mab has granted him, and such is a flaw ― a weakness she can manipulate for her own purposes with as much ease as pulling a puppet's strings. Merely, in this case, the puppet shall not even begin to understand it is being played.

Asha draws in a sharp, wounded breath, her petite shoulders broadening for the briefest of moments before they fall inwards into a deep exhale. Manicured, clawed digits pull on her skirt to set herself into motion as she crosses the distance to the nearest table within the author's close proximity to pour herself a silver goblet of bubbling, golden wine ― for herself that is altogether neglecting the boy ― which she soon raises to her lips and drinks from, all the while maintaining her dark gaze upon the boy's sharp, blue one.

❛ It is unwise, to threaten the mother of the High King, ❜ Boldly states Asha, her chin rising with just the right amount of superiority that her status has granted her. ❛ If not for the mere fact that I can have you thrown into the Tower of Forgetting with a mere command granted your lower mortal status, then for the mere consideration that you shall require an ally in court for when my son ultimately bores of you and tosses you aside like the insignificant mortal that you are. He always did swiftly become tired of his toys as a child, and evidently, as an adult. ❜

scorns in his direction

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"You better fix your face before I do it for you."

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Her tongue clicks within the confinements of her mouth, making small, disapproving sounds in sight of her grandchildren's ― or, to be more precise, her granddaughter's ― act of defiance. They all resemble her son -― each in their own infuriating way ― alas, the girl whose glare cut through her similar to a sharpened dagger takes after him the most in such a way that is is near painful to stand. It is the same insolence, the same infuriating, scornful frown, the same hateful golden hues, shining with constellations that she recalls she always hated.

Never did she particularly like her son, and if those are the offsprings he produced, then Asha supposes she shall like her grandchildren even less.

Alas, the boy one of them might have hope just yet.

❛ Such ill manners you have, girl. Alas, neither of your father nor mother were one for manners either. I suppose you truly are honouring your lineage. ❜ Scorns the horned Fae with a disdainful huff and a shake of her head that makes the jewerly adorning her horn click, as though she talks not to royalty but an insolent, disobedient child of the Court. Her gaze lingers on the girl a moment longer, hard and unyielding and promising of a lesson regarding such manners before it finally shifts to the boy, and one manicured brow rises in a pleasant surprise. ❛ You might wish to listen to your brother, girl, for I never laid a hand against your father, nor did I fail an attempt to end his life. He is my son, the High King, and I am nought but his lawful subject. How ever did you draw such odd conclusion, silly girl ? ❜

"Is this any way to greet family? Is this what your parents taught you?"

/ @ her grandchildren :3

gimme all the asks, all the time

The children each had their own rather visceral reaction to the questioning. Beatrice was visibly disgusted by the woman who claimed kinship with them. Cordelia, visibly uncomfortable, and looking like she had been thrown back into a very dark place. Dart just looked guilty.

"You are no family to us," Beatrice spoke firmly as she stepped forward so as to be between her siblings and Asha. Cordelia's hand slipped into hers, and Beatrice gave it a squeeze, but never took her eyes off of the woman before them. "Had you had it your way, our father would be dead, and we wouldn't even exist. . . Do you expect gratitude for failing?"

"Bee--" Dart started quietly; he didn't want to stand against his older sister in front of someone she clearly viewed as an enemy, but. . .it also felt wrong to cast their grandmother off, if she was trying to make amends. Beatrice turned to shoot him a questioningly look, not understanding why he would argue with her. "Maybe she's different, now," he whispered to her, begging his sister to give Asha a chance.

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Asha's sharp jaw clenches and darkened brows, ever so manicured to perfection, furrow as she gracefully pushes past the frame of his door, invading the space of his private chambers without first inquiring for permission ― she needs not to, for the mere acknowledgement, the answering to her statement she needs as permission enough. Her silken shirt ― adorned with the threads of golden embroidery depicting an animal hunt ― grazes the stone ground where the click of her heels echo upon as she makes way to where the other stands, and upon reaching him, the Fae takes a firm hold of his sharp cheeks and force tilts his head in a way that she may examine the lines of his face, the depth of his eyes.

Eddie may appear similar to the Folk, remade to match the hollow of their cheeks, the sharp, elongated end of their ears and the ethereal air of beauty that may cause a mortal to fall to the ends of insanity, alas, there are several flaws that betray still the ugliness of humanity; the inquiring, fearful glee of his eyes, the plainness of his tongue, the way he carries himself and even the posture of his body, all a mixtures that makes him stand out amongst his kind like a sore thumb, as though a dying sunflower facing away from its flock.

Although a Faerie's blood runs within his veins, though his breath may hitch when in the presence of metals and his flesh scorch when in contact with cold wrought iron, Edward Kaspbrak shall never truly be one of the Folk, no matter the kind of magic her son works on him. And deep down, Asha is certain that he knows that.

❛ You may live here, dear, but this is not your home. ❜ States Asha, and although her voice is little more than a whisper, her voice rings with such certainty that it is as though she has screamed her words aloud. The sharpness of her claws digs into pale cheeks and her chin tilts as though to better read the boy before her, to better see the secrets he is afraid to admit to even himself. And then, just as swiftly as she has grasped him, she releases his cheeks and instead brings her hands down to soothe her gown. ❛ Your home is amongst the mortals. That is what you are, despite this foolish attempt to wear a Folk's skin, for a fish may learn how to walk and breathe on land, but in the end of the day, it is still a fish. You ought not remain some place where you do not belong simply for pleasing my son. He shall grow bored of you and seek his pleasure elsewhere and then, you shall have nothing left. ❜

"You can't hide out here forever, you know. You have to go home sometime."

/ condescending mother in law :3

With the warm spring breeze brushing gently through his curls and the sight of the stars above feeling like something out of a storybook in his childhood, Eddie had never felt further from the mortal world, the beauty of Elfhame sometimes overwhelming in its splendour.

But then, this was his home now. No matter how much of a stranger he still felt here or how little he knew of the rules and customs, there was an unspoken agreement between himself and the High King -- He wasn't going anywhere.

Which is why, upon hearing the words spoken from the doorway behind him, Eddie turned with little more than confusion in his gaze. To be met with Lady Asha, furrowed brows were quickly replaced with a brief flash of fear, the scathing retort on his tongue dying down as quickly as it had come.

Dark eyes remained fixed on the woman before him as she made herself known, a prey animal hunted by the world's most dangerous predator.

"Didn't you get the memo? I live here now."

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Who wants to be Cardan's step father?

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𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 meme series. from .. ch. 23 (through a dragons eye) - ch. 26 (an old friend)

taken from the book 'eragon', by christopher paolini. medieval fantasy setting. change tenses/pronouns as needed.

"You! You are the problem."

"Every time you leave my sight you get into trouble."

"You’re like a new hatchling, sticking your nose into everything. And what happens when you stick it into something that bites back?"

"I cannot help you when I’m miles away."

"I’ve stayed hidden so that no one would see me, but no longer!"

"I can understand why you’re upset, but if anything, you’re the one who needs to be protected."

“But what if you’re attacked or there’s an accident? I won’t be able to get there in time and—”

“Think about it this way: with you flying ahead and looking at the ground, you’ll be able to spot any traps, ambushes, or other unwelcome surprises.”

"Very well. I give you my word that I will fly with you tomorrow. Satisfied?"

"You've gone as far as you can with branches. It is time for you to use the real blade.”

“Now remember: grip with your knees, guide her with your thoughts, and stay as flat as you can on her back. Nothing will go wrong if you don’t panic.”

"Let me show you what flying is really like!"

"That was incredible! How can you bear to land when you enjoy flying so much?"

"I’m sorry I haven’t flown with you more; I never thought it could be like that."

"What do you think you’re doing? Get down here. I found something important."

“Don’t ever block me out like that again. It’s hard enough for me to reach you without having to fight to make myself heard.”

“I’ve heard reports of the Ra’zac [monsters, enemies] moving from place to place with incredible speed, but this is the first evidence I’ve had of it."

"And the king might be interested enough to come himself, which would spell certain death for you and me.”

“It is oil from the petals of the Seithr plant, which grows on a small island in the frigid northern seas. When specific words are spoken over the oil, along with a blood sacrifice, it gains the property to eat any flesh."

"This has made the oil a weapon of choice for torture and assassination. It can be stored in wood, slathered on the point of a spear, or dripped onto sheets so that the next person to touch them will be burned."

"There are myriad uses for it, limited only by your ingenuity."

“It is as rare as diamonds in a pig trough.”

"The last I heard, my old friend [Name] lives there. We haven’t seen each other for many years, but he might be willing to help us."

“What is the sea like?”

“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles."

“Though the Elves live far from the coast, they retain a great fascination and passion for the ocean. The sound of crashing waves, the smell of salt air, it affects them deeply and has inspired many of their loveliest songs."

"O' liquid temptress ’neath the azure sky, your gilded expanse calls me, calls me. For I would sail ever on, were it not for the elven maid, who calls me, calls me. She binds my heart with a lily-white tie, never to be broken, save by the sea, ever to be torn twixt the trees and the waves." [A song/poem]

"It tells the sad tale of two lovers, Acallamh and Nuada, who were separated by longing for the sea."

“Down there and to the north lies Teirm. It is an old city. Some say it’s where the Elves first landed in Alagaësia."

"Its citadel has never fallen, nor have its warriors ever been defeated.”

“Why is everything green? Don’t they have winter here?”

“Mist and fog roll in from the sea and keep everything alive. Some find it to their liking, but to me, it’s dreary and depressing.”

"It probably won’t make a difference, but I don’t want our names in anyone’s heads."

“People have an annoying habit of remembering things they shouldn’t.”

“Whatever happens, don’t panic or act suspiciously.”

"Sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. Again."

“I couldn’t let you have all the fun.”

“No one survives the attacks. Ships go out, then disappear; they’re never seen again.”

“Your first question was whether or not I could tell you, and the second was if I would tell you. But you never actually put the question to me.”

“And as for the frog, he’s actually a toad. I’m trying to prove that toads don’t exist—that there are only frogs.”

“I have traveled far. It’s very important that I see him.”

“We can’t talk here, but if you wait a moment, I’ll take you somewhere we can.”

"They stored it in a vault, for safekeeping, and made me promise to care for whomever received it."

"[She/He/They] deserves revenge, but they have left us without a trail to follow, and we need help finding them.”

“I heard that you lost a ship recently.”

“Still, I have a feeling that they are in need of your power and wisdom.”

"It is the way of the world. Ignore all the schemes and trust in the nature of each person."

"This is not how I want it. Soon enough we will travel together again."

“These books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.”

"This book, the Dominance of Fate, of all the items in this house, it’s probably worth the most. It details a complete history of Alagaësia."

"The lettering you asked about is from the Ancient Language.”

“What you are talking about is called scrying. It is quite possible and extremely helpful in some situations, but it has a major drawback. You can only observe people, places, and things that you’ve already seen."

“I don’t mean to frighten you, but that’s a distinct possibility.”

“If you can’t understand your enemies, how can you expect to anticipate them?"

“And how will I be able to deny the king’s wishes when he is threatening me with death?”

"So the question becomes, if you are ever faced with this choice, are you willing to die for what you believe in? For that is the only way you will deny him.”

"Many people have died for their beliefs; it’s actually quite common. The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe.”

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PROMPTS FROM THE SERPENT AND THE WINGS OF NIGHT *  assorted dialogue from the book by carissa broadbent, adjust as necessary

i would beg. for you, i would.

you have fucking destroyed me, [name]. do you know that?

death isn't frightening when weighed against an insignificant existence.

i've lived through some injustices in the last couple of centuries.

a dead lover can never break your heart.

so many mistakes in the end. never you.

i give you my body. i give you my blood. i give you my soul. i give you my heart.

your soul is my soul.

i bind myself to you.

i wanted it to all be a lie. but it was not a lie.

never trust. never yield. always guard your heart.

vampires know better than anyone how important it is to protect their hearts.

love is sharper than any stake.

fear, when embraced, hardens and sharpens.

i would not die here.

don't fucking touch her.

there she is.

you are the most stunning thing i've ever seen, [name].

no one has ever said those words to me.

here's how you stay alive.

maybe our skin doesn't scar the same as yours, but our hearts do.

are you going to kill me, [name]?

you might destroy me anyway.

i would beg for you.

don't be so quick to throw away your humanity.

you might find you miss it once it's gone.

don't you fucking dare stop fighting.

it would break my heart.

nothing matters but this.

once you win, the world is yours.

this is the time for conquering.

you don't give an inch, do you?

why would he do this?

you smell like the sky.

i only know how to fight.

i can't take credit for everything that you've become.

fear is a collection of physical responses.

i love it, really, truly love it, when they underestimate me.

you're sweet. prickly, but sweet. in an acidic sort of way. like a pineapple.

love is a sacrifice at the altar of power.

you don't even know the things i've thought about.

there you are.

i used to be one of them.

i've saved your life twice now.

you're a demanding little thing, aren't you?

you aren't my prisoner.

i don't like feeling things.

i'm done hating myself for all my human weaknesses.

i will never be able to carve you from my heart. you are embedded too deep.

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the bitch is here :D