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Location: The Banquet Hall

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As the healers rushed out of the room with his father in tow, Kai had followed after only to have the door slammed in his face. He was told to wait and like everyone else, they awaited for news of the fate of the King. He was reminded of his duty by his father’s advisors and , oh, how he wanted to tell them to take their duty and shove it, he doesn’t. Kai can’t be a soldier here, he is supposed to be the crown prince, a role that he’s forgotten how to play. This week long turn of events is in celebration of his coming wedding, another thing he had not put much stock into while he served on the front lines. He was a long way away from it all. His father was in the best of hands and now he was meant to return to the banquet hall and put on a show for the nobles. His father had wanted to talk to him in private, Kai had put it off and leaving the closed door, despite their difference he did hope they still would have a chance.

Returning in the banquet hall, everyone was in an uproar, talking and trying ot explain what had happened. Poison, wine, assassin….all words muddled together. Kai stepped into the room and no one paused even a breath, already pointing fingers. He moved to the main table where he had sat by his father and remained standing there allowing this spectacle to continue only for a moment longer. “THAT’S ENOUGH!” HIs voice, commanding and loud. He was used to giving orders among the army, soldiers in the battle fireld. His raised voice was enough to startle the crowd as it faded and all looked towards him. “I ask all of you to keep your heads and my father in your thoughts while the healers are with him. For the time being, you will all take your seats. It was my father’s wish we see this evening through. There after, all of you will return to your apartments and make yourselves avaliable for questions.”

Kai watched the crowd, waiting for anyone who would defy him, make themselves suspicious, he lowered himself in his seat and gestured over to the musicians who had stopped playing for them to begin again. And so the evening events went on.

✧ the moment the king is ushered from the banquet hall, kadri’s eyes move throughout the crowd— searching for other members of the small council scattered throughout the room. in each pair of eyes was reflected the same thought he had in his own head: for the immediate moment, they would not rush off to convene. no need to fuel the whispers rushing like a quiet brushfire throughout the court and turn it into an inferno. once the festivities had returned to any sort of semblance of normalcy and the gentry had gone back to their gossip and catching up- because how often was it that all of them should be in the capitol at the same time, for the same auspicious circumstances as a royal wedding- then they would meet.

there’s a part of kadri that lack surprise at the turn of events and it has nothing to do with his vrajiit power. when those around him turn to him for any sort of answers- suspicions- he feeds them non-answers with diplomatic grace; iarna keep is home to walochnia’s greatest healers, the king is strong, we must pray that adi turns their eye to the king. the chalice is taken from the high table, ushered out quickly and quietly as whispers thunder quietly around him— no doubt members of danya’s court. when the prince returns to the banquet hall, kadri swears the room grows louder but his eyes are on the young monarch, still standing and observing the hall with the calculated soldier’s gaze.

the shout echoes through the hall and kadri’s eyebrow arches slightly on his forehead; effective as it was in quenching the gossip before it could turn into a wildfire, it was rough in a way that most those in attendance were unaccustomed. ( you earn yourself no favors speaking to them in that way — they’ve grown too used to soft talk. ) the prince sits and after a moment, the sound of voices speaking in hushed tones grows to a dull roar, people returning- or making a decent pretense of- returning to the feast prepared for them. kadri waits until the thrum becomes more consistent and distracted, making his way to where the prince sat, “your highness.” there’s a musicality to the wenchinkan accent that touches his words, flowing into the movement of the half bow, “our hearts and prayers are with the king— praise be to adi for the fast work in healing your the king as swiftly as possible.”

#⟨ × KADRI DAMARIS ✧ KAI DRAGOLA × ⟩#⟨ ×┋speak through my speech & through my blood ⟩ ❝ CONVO ✧ KADRI ❞#hi this is hot garbage but it's one in the morning and im fallin asleep #im so sorry

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐒 . a stress headache begins to throb at danya’s temples , sat in the deepest corner of the drunk impaler and surrounded by revelry she can’t be bothered to take part in . the prince is to be wed , she is well aware , watching the lowly folk of walochnia dance and drink as though any of this could mean anything good for them .

do they feel the shadow of something bigger looming over walochnia ? basradu has been attacked and she can feel it in her bones , something more is coming . so of course she needed to get out , hooded as she’d scaled the palace walls and rode into new town , settled into her usual place , finding a peace amongst the chaos of the tavern .

a presence settles over her and danya lifts her dark eyes , they narrow . “ what exactly are you doing here ? ” she asks , head tilted , no pretences — danya knows everyone in this damned kingdom .

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( oh, trasnavda— how i missed you. ) festivities continue to carry on at iarna keep despite basradu’s poisoning though with an uneasy air — — it only makes it that much easier for him to slip away unnoticed. court parties were fine- a bit stuffy for his own tastes- and the drunken impaler is just the sort of ruckus that makes him feel particularly at home in the capitol. he’s just another face in the already crowded tavern, easily looked over among the sea of merriment.

—he’s counting on it. it’s what he banks on when he catches her face, settled back in a corner where most eyes would pass over without a second glance and the corner of his mouth curls ever so slightly at the corners, stopping to flip a coin at the bartender in exchange for a tankard full of the strong-smelling ale of common folks.

of course she notices him— though there’s no telling when. mouth curls in a signature smirk and blue eyes almost flash with a laugh trapped behind that smug expression, “now, is that any way to greet an old friend, mistress hasri? after i came all this way...” aleksei settles in the seat across from her, every move carrying the grace of a fox- practically slinking from standing to sitting. “besides, i thought i’d save you the trouble of sending any of your spies after me and approach you myself— save yourself the manpower, as it were.”

#「 this boy half destroyed┋⋈‣◜CONVO ✧ ALEKSEI ◝」#「◜ALEKSEI FREY ⋈ DANYA HASRI◝」

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ＯＦＰＡＬＥＭＯＵＴＨ＇ＤＰＲＯＰＨＥＴＤＲＥＡＭＩＮＧ

ｋａｄｒｉｇｈｉｔａ — master of laws & lord of wenchinka

berk cankat . cis man . he/him . wasn’t that kadri ghita walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the master of laws/lord of wenchinka and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously reserved, whilst also managing to be quite compassionate. the thirty-three year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( precognition ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of misty dawns, a gentle smile and a hand reaching out to help. great to see the seer around, isn’t it ?

——— GENERAL

NAME : kadri ghita TITLE : master of law / lord of wenchinka AGE : thirty-three GENDER : cis - male PRONOUNS : he / him SEXUAL ORIENTATION : homosexual BIRTHPLACE : wenchinka RESIDENCE : wenchinka / trasnavda

——— RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER : tba. MOTHER : tba. SIBLINGS : daphne ghita ; valda ghita ALLIES : princess lumina ; tba. ENEMIES : kassian valora ; tba.

——— PERSONALITY

LABEL : the seer POSITIVE (+) : compassionate — calculating — considerate — patient — loyal NEGATIVE (-) : reserved — apprehensive — reclusive — soft spoken — stoic

——— HISTORY

ＢＥＳＴＩＬＬＬＯＶＥ，ＤＯＮ＇ＴＣＲＹ —— as a child, they called him delicate. he was small for his age, prone to chest infections caused by the damp air of wenchinka and fevers that would leave him tucked in bed for days. when he was well enough, he never strayed far from his mothers’ skirts, a small fist clinging to the sweeping fabric— no one could accuse kadri of being anything close to adventurous when he was very young. he had a precocious way of approaching the world, much too cautious to dive in and hesitant to even dip his toe.

his complicated relationship with sleep started practically from birth. he was a colicky baby- difficult to console and even more difficult to keep asleep- and suffered from awful night terrors that started when he was a toddler. the castle calm was interrupted nearly nightly by his horrified screams, sobbing into his mothers chests, telling them about the horrible things that were in his room— monsters, ghosts, things too terrible that his young vocabulary couldn’t put them into words. as he got older and learned to express himself better, he would tell his mothers and healers how he would wake up, unable to move- frozen to his bed, trapped- and then he would see the Bad Things. around the time he was five, a healer finally found a name for this strange ailment: sleep paralysis.

the healer explained as best as they could to his young self that his part of his mind had woken up before his mind or body realized— that the things he saw were nothing but dreams, creations of a young boy’s imagination. they taught him tricks to help him try to wake the rest of his body, to pull his mind from the dreaming and back to the waking. it took time but with enough practice, the nights started to stretch uninterrupted til dawn and kadri, emboldened by the power he now held over the demons that lurked in the corners of his room at night, started to venture from the safety of his mothers skirts— see what the world might offer for a boy who could banish demons.

ＹＯＵ＇ＲＥＳＯＡＭＢＩＴＩＯＵＳＦＯＲＡＪＵＶＥＮＩＬＥ—— kadri took to his studies with his scholars like a fish to water. he loved to read, learning histories of walochnia and her folkstories. when his nose wasn’t stuck in a book, it was snooping around castle and the grounds. he would perch on a bench in the blacksmith’s shed, a thick leather apron draped across his front and weighing him down to the bench ( to keep him from inspecting any closer, just in case the young master got a particular curious bug up that nosy nose ) while the blacksmith mended scullery pots, shaped horses shoes or sharpened blades and imparted simple, worldly wisdoms. hours were spent in the dusty stables, learning how each piece of the saddle and bridle worked, how to pick out the rocks and mud that packed in the horses hooves, and mucking out stalls alongside the stable-hands. he dipped and dodged underfoot of the various cooks and scullery maids in the kitchens, plucked from the floor to lean over a bubbling pan of sauce or plopped on a table with a spoon of whatever sweet batter was being prepared, his hair flour dusted and eyes attentive to the bustle that went into creating each meal that was placed before him and the rough, worn hands that prepared it.

it was about the people and learning from them, learning about them and their wants and needs and dreams— it was important for a young lord to know his people. at least that’s what he told himself whenever faced with the choice of running with the other younger boys and girls as they played in the sweeping fields of tall grass or retreating to one of his Safe Havens. it was just easier to be around adults— adults didn’t expect you to know rules of games or to even be good at them. there wasn’t rejection from adults, if anything the most he received was polite dismissal. that he could understand and rationalize; perhaps they were busy or had something important to do that he would only get in the way of. with other children though, their rejection ( or, the threat of ) wasn’t something that was easily rationalized.

his siblings were the only real children whose company he sought out. it was around his family that he was most himself— more apt to speak up and goof off and just be a kid instead of the wide eyed little boy desperately trying to be peers with adults. as daphne got older and started to explore and expand her own horizons, kadri found himself often trailing not far behind and then when valda started her own wandering, he was often chasing after her to try and keep her from any trouble the two might find themselves in. it was through his sisters that he started to actually heed the constant you-ought-to-play-with-children-your-own-age‘s that he heard from every other Safe Haven— and who would’ve guessed that if you gave others the opportunity, they might not disappoint you?

＆ＩＦＴＨＥＮＩＧＨＴＩＳＢＵＲＮＩＮＧＩＷＩＬＬＣＯＶＥＲＭＹＥＹＥＳ —— the visions started when he was nine and at first, he thought there were just dreams. they were faces he didn’t know, accidents that seemed commonplace that would leave him waking up feeling disoriented or horrible incidents that would rip him from sleep gasping and covered in sweat. he’d always struggled with nightmares- sleeping and waking ( though it had been years since he’d had an episode of sleep paralysis )- and when his tutors would inquire about his yawning or sagging head in class, he’d explain just that: he’d had nightmares.

one night he had a dream about a boy climbing a tree, racing two other children to the top. in his dream’s eye, he was the climbing boy and he saw himself reach for a branch only to have it snap off and then he was falling, hitting branches that knocked the wind from him and scratched at his arms and legs, landing on the deceptively soft looking ground with a sickening crunch and pain shot up his arm. a scream erupted from his dream mouth, waking him up to his arm still dully aching. he shook it off, chalking it up to another nightmare— until later that afternoon, he watched the scene unfold in front of his wide eyes, mouth dropping open in slow realization and dawning horror as the branch snapped and the boy tumbled to the ground, landing hard on his arm.

he didn’t tell his mothers initially. shaken by seeing his dream pass into the realm of reality, he tried to rationalize the experience in his own mind. a coincidence, that’s all it was. he was sure that people who climbed trees fell out and broke their arms all the time, if it didn’t happen then it was bound to happen somewhere else— it was just a matter of chance that he happened to see it exactly as he dreamed it. however, a few weeks later after a dream of one of the serving girls burning her hand on a too hot pan and seeing the girl come out with her hand wrapped in a damp cloth before depositing his breakfast in front of him had him beginning to doubt just how much chance was involved.

after confiding the dreams to his mothers, telling them about watching the boy break his arm and knowing that the girl had burned herself, he was given a simple journal to begin recording the dreams in. every morning he would wake up and write whatever he’d dreamed the night before and as time went on, it became easier to distinguish was a dream and what was more-than-a-dream.

when he was twelve he had his first waking-vision. one moment he’d been talking with one of his tutors when the world suddenly fell away, his tutor’s voice fading as the more-than-a-dream sensation flooded his senses and the scene bloomed in front of his mind’s eye. when he came to, he was flat on his back hovered by the concerned face of his tutor calling for a healer. it happened three more times over a month before it was decided that kadri should attend the academy of mircea to learn how to control or at the very least manage this gift of his with those who might be better equipped at helping him.

ＹＯＵ＇ＲＥＮＯＴＡＳＢＲＡＶＥＡＳＹＯＵＷＥＲＥＡＴＴＨＥＳＴＡＲＴ—— the first few years at the academy were filled with frustration. trying to learn how or why the visions came- waking or dreaming- was like trying to hold onto water; the second that he thought he had a grasp on it, it slipped through his fingers and he was left with nothing but droplets of whatever grand realization he’d come to. his nights were punctuated with more-than-dreams, his journal never more than an arm length’s away at any point now and his days were filled with hours long meditation sessions that left him feeling sluggish and restless.

he was away from his Safe Havens, away from his mothers and sisters, away from thundery skies and heavy air and thrust into this strange place with strange people and strange, thin mountain air where every day was the same thing over and over and it seemed like he was getting nowhere. for a time, kadri became more withdrawn in himself, isolating as much as possible from the other academy students, every thought consumed with trying to learn how to control the visions ( so that he could go home ) and also with the overwhelming dread of never being able to control them ( and thus, never being able to go home ). in reality, he knew that at any point, his status could earn him a ticket back to wenchinka whenever it became too much— but to go back home now would be giving up and that filled him with shame for even considering it. no matter how difficult it was, he wasn’t leaving the academy until he knew how to control this gift he’d never asked for.

they compared time to a river. a river is a straight line until it’s diverted; sometimes the river is able to go around what is blocking it- like a rock- or seep around and eventually wear it down- like a felled tree. sometimes, a diversion could cause a full breakaway in the river, part of it diverted for good— but who was to say that the path this new stream would carve a better path than the one it was already on? or that the stream wouldn’t eventually curve and divert and find its way back to the river it branched from? or that it wouldn’t come to a dead stop, unable to flow any further once it reached a certain point— without the power of the full river at it’s back to push it forward, a stream could trickle off and end.

time was a powerful and also fragile thing; a butterfly could flap it’s wings in crysala and cause an avalanche in danruba. for people who were on this river of life, they could only see what was right in front of them— there’s no real peeking forward around the bend to see where the river’s going to take you. however, kadri could peek. they put it into terms of having something like a spyglass that allowed him to look forward- not to see the whole picture, but a piece of where it could lead. up to this point, he hadn’t been using the spyglass but only opening an eye from time to time and catching glimpses of wherever it was pointing, usually not in the far off future. the trick was to teach his mind how to point that spyglass, how to focus it in on the places he chose— and more importantly, how to cap the lens when he wasn’t using it.

it took six years— much longer than most vrajiit stayed at the academy—and even then, there was still so much of this future-sight that he could not control or understand. he could never stop the waking-visions but had trained his mind to split in a way- allowing his mind’s eye to focus through the spyglass at whatever it had caught in its lens and the rest of his mind to stay awake and alert to keep him upright at the very least. he’d never figured out how to point the spyglass exactly but through deep meditative trances, he was able to almost expand the spyglass, letting that river of time pass over him with hundreds of thousands of futures passing by before catching hold to something and then narrowing that span of the spyglass in on it exactly. it was never exact and would have him sitting stone still for hours and when he would pull himself from the trance, the exhaustion from the effort would render him almost useless for hours, if not days without ample rest. the more time he spent in that river of time, letting the knowledge of hundreds of futures wash over his subconscious and losing himself in it, the more vulnerable it made his other mental defenses and the sleep paralysis came back with a vengeance.

＆ＹＯＵＲＶＯＩＣＥＩＳＡＷＥＡＰＯＮ —— a seer was useful to a kingdom at war. kadri left the academy at eighteen and enlisted immediately to the vrajiit army. he grew up in the academy at mircea but the army made him into a man. it was a completely different world once again, frozen ground and sharp air that stung your lungs with every breath and there was no room for isolation in army barracks. his youth in wenchinka was a million leagues away from the rough and tumble upbringing the danruban soldiers had and the academy had been focused on training his mind, not his body. he had no idea how to fight- aside from the scraps he and his siblings had gotten into when they were young- and truth be told? he was not eager to learn at the hands of people who were definitely more capable.

eighteen years is a long time to go without an asskicking. each time he hit the hardpacked snow though, there was always a hand reaching down to help him up. kadri found acceptance and brotherhood among the ranks of others gifted with powers and found solace in the fact that really? most of them were still figuring out their gifts. no man is an island and for too long, he’d felt stranded— the army was what rescued him from that. the hesitancy he approached army life with slowly melted in the warmth of the bonds he was creating with his company. a bow felt at home in his hand, his focus aiding in helping him to hit targets from far distances with amazing accuracy and when his hand wrapped around the hilt of a sword, he could open that lens in his mind, catching glimpses of his opponent’s next move and counter before the other could begin to react.

little diversions— pebbles in the stream that would only cause the river to ripple. three years after he joined the army, his unit had been dispatched towards the borders on information from army intelligence of the location of ottolan army base camps. under orders by his captain, he stayed in one of his meditative trances for most of the journey, seeking through the stream in his mind for any information on the camps they were advancing on. he relayed everything he could gather about the camps to his superiors, exhaustion seeping into his very bones when through a narrow tunnel, they asked what moves could be made. without thinking, he handed them boulders and when time came that they were thrown into the stream of time, there was no diverting the stream in their favor— all it did was cause a huge splash.

they had planned an ambush, not knowing about the ottolan archers that had been hidden in the rocky terrain that surrounded the target camp. it was a slaughter and kadri had retreated with the few remaining members of his unit, horror dawning as his horse flew over frozen terrain that he had helped to make the call— the entire plan that became their downfall had been under his advisement. their ragged few returned back to the army base in danruba, relaying the news of the failure to the maistru and later that night, kadri tried to leave. it was too much— he couldn’t stop replaying it in his mind, going back and reviewing the visions he’d written down and the events that had unfolded before his eyes, trying to find the point where it’d gone wrong but all he saw was his vrajiit brothers and sisters dying over and over. there had been no future where they would’ve won— he hadn’t seen the whole picture and because of his own arrogance in thinking he knew what he saw, people had died. and he couldn’t live with it.

he wanted to go home, back to those Safe Havens that had kept him protected, to his mothers heavy skirts that he could ground himself with, to his sisters and the love and devotion to them that could anchor him and keep him from being swept away. it was too heavy a burden to bear and he was so tired.

they caught him at the border of trasnavda and with great reluctance, kadri went back. for the next two years, the weight of his future-sight wore on him. he tried to isolate himself again, pulling back from the vrajiit around him to try and distance himself from whatever untimely demise could befall them based on decisions made from the visions he was plagued with. he would relay the visions to his superiors but kept his mouth firmly closed after, refusing to offer any further insight or ideas on how to avoid what the future held or worse, how to manipulate it towards their favor— he wouldn’t be responsible for that blood again, though he knew in his heart that every time he shared what he had seen, it was his hands giving them the rocks to throw in the stream. there was no getting rid of that responsibility and guilt.

ＩＤＯＮ＇ＴＷＡＮＴＴＯＲＥＳＴＩＮＰＥＡＣＥ——as soon as his five years were up, kadri didn’t linger in danruba. when he returned to wenchinka, he’d felt almost hollowed out, delicate in a way he hadn’t been since he was very small. that fragility only caused a sense of self-resentment and at first, he tried to find solace for the hollowed out feeling in his chest in his family, in his duties as a young lord, in prayer- to the one true god and when those prayers fell on deaf ears, to the old gods. when they stayed as mute as adi, he stopped trying to protect the thin glass shell around him and turned instead to trying to shatter it.

he tried to drown himself in wine and ale and between the thighs of lovers, desperately trying to fill himself up with anything to replace what the army had carved out of him. he tried to lose his mind in opium pipes and elixirs that opened his mind up to universes with their own streams of time— strangely, he found comfort losing himself into that oblivion. when the enormity of time stretches out before you, it seems too large but when the frame zooms out and the expanse of space and time and reality is laid out like a heavy quilt, you realize that your own burden is only one thread— hardly consequential.

maybe it was because he was lost that it was so easy to give himself to people. he chased after approval, acceptance, love all over walochnia but it was all in efforts to find absolution. his heart was an open door for people to track through, believing with every fiber of his being that whatever the intentions they had, they were pure. sometimes he was right- more often than not, he wasn’t. his journals stayed empty, gathering dust as he tried to keep that lens in his mind shut tightly as possible and in the times when he threw the shutters open to stare out into the expanse, he never chronicled what he saw. he knew what happened when other people knew what time held and he would not be responsible again.

ＬＥＡＤＳＹＯＵＨＥＲＥＤＥＳＰＩＴＥＹＯＵＲＤＥＳＴＩＮＡＴＩＯＮ — there comes a point in every road- in every life- where you are faced with a fork in the road: a choice. it had been nearly a year since he’d left the army, kadri was faced with that point in the road and instead of continuing on the path to destruction, he chose the path to redemption. as first born, there was a heavy weight of expectation on his head and the concern in his mothers’ eyes at his self-destructive behaviors and the ever present worry about increasing tensions within wenchinka’s borders was enough to snap him into action. living for himself was a chore— living for his sisters, his mothers, his beloved wenchinka was a cause worth fighting each day for. kadri began to take a more active role in his position as lord, working and learning alongside his mothers and their advisors and found himself appalled at the amount of corruption and lack of care many of those in these high positions had for the citizens on which their titles held them above. he wasn’t new to the games of court, having grown up in it but after years of being away fighting alongside vrajiit- rich and poor alike- his heart had grown even more tender than it had been in his childhood for the impoverished wenchinkans his family was supposed to lead and care for.

it was where his interest for law started: in trying to find a way to weed out the corruption that had taken root in the heart of wenchinkan politics. he was a quiet young lord but became known as quite ruthless when pursuing members of the wenchinkan court who worked with crime and slum lords- those that would use their position in order to gain more for themselves while letting the people suffer. opportunity presented itself in trasnavda and kadri took that quiet fire to the nation’s capitol, gratefully accepting a position on the king’s small council. he’s held the position of master of law for the last three years and while he holds the law in the highest regard, kadri has been a silent and subtle war for vrajiit since his appointment. it’s a delicate balance, upholding the law and knowing that there were laws that were flawed and it’s a tightrope that kadri walks across, knowing his king’s ears were closed to change but hoping that the princess’ are not-- after all, the king would not remain so forever and the crown of walochnia would be placed upon the head of either son or daughter and a new reign would begin. one that vrajiit were allowed more freedom in their lives if kadri can have any influence on it.

#warborn.intro #⟨ ×┋you sang well. you sang how it must be sung ⟩ ❝ INTRO ✧ KADRI ❞#I FINALLY FINISHED IT JESUS H CHRIST

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ＳＯＲＲＹＡＢＯＵＴＴＨＥＢＬＯＯＤＩＮＹＯＵＲＭＯＵＴＨ（ＩＷＩＳＨＩＴＷＥＲＥＭＩＮＥ）

ａｌｅｋｓｅｉｆｒｅｙ — assassin to the anastase family．

logan lerman . cis man . he/him . wasn’t that aleksei frey walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the assassin to the anastaste family out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they’re notoriously reckless, whilst also managing to be quite charismatic. the thirty year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves aren’t vrajiit. it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of the plucking of a stringed instrument, getting up after you’ve been pushed down and the flash of poisoned daggers in moonlight. great to see the rogue around, isn’t it ?

——— GENERAL

NAME : aleksei rian frey TITLE : assassin to the anastaste family AGE : thirty GENDER : cis - male PRONOUNS : he / him SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual BIRTHPLACE : danruba RESIDENCE : currently trasnavda ALLIANCE(S) : the anastaste family

——— RELATIONSHIPS

FATHER : demian frey MOTHER : naena frey SIBLINGS : older brother — tba* ALLIES : varian anastase ; danya hasri ; daphne funar ; thistle hawthorne ; madelinde amice tba. ENEMIES : mikhail volkov ; tba.

——— PERSONALITY

LABEL : the rogue POSITIVE (+) : attentive ( to detail ) — charismatic — mindful — discrete — loyal — determined NEGATIVE (-) : reserved — brusque — relentless — sarcastic — self - doubting

——— HISTORY

ＳＥＥ，ＩＷＡＳＢＯＲＮＡＳＥＣＯＮＤＣＨＩＬＤ . . . his father had been a guard for the lord of danruba and his mother had served as a healer to the warden house and even though they thought their family complete with the birth of their first child, the gods saw it fit to bless them with another— though, there have been moments when others wondered how much of a blessing he really was. his earliest memories are running after his elder brother through the grounds of the keep, watching with eager eyes as wooden swords clash against each other before they’re traded in for steel. they build them tough in danruba and when it came time for his own small hands to grasp the wooden training swords, it was not with a warriors solemnity and understanding of time honored tradition— no, aleksei had just been born to fight.

he wasn’t good at it. where his elder brother had been strong and capable at wielding the sword, progressing in his warriors training faster than other boys his age, aleksei routinely had his ass handed to him, finding himself with his back in the snow and nose bloodied more often than not. he wasn’t stronger than the other children he trained with but he was faster, easily outrunning them by three leg lengths in any race that was challenged and more agile, sure-feet taking him with ease to heights the other children wouldn’t dare climb and leaping from distances that almost assured him broken bones only to tuck and roll to safety, mad laughter echoing throughout the keep.

aleksei was seven when his brother’s powers revealed themselves and from that moment, he’d unconsciously held his breath, waiting for his turn. the elder frey was sent to the academy for the gifted and then back home to serve in the king’s army and aleksei grew, lungs screaming as the years passed, waiting. his father was one of the non-gifted but everyone had told aleksei his entire life he favored his vrajiit mother with her healing hands and with every passing summer, he wondered if the resemblance would remain only skin deep. no divine power swirled in his breast as he entered manhood and it was a bitter medicine to swallow, knowing that the gods had not destined him to be something extraordinary.

his father had placed him on a fast track to following his footsteps in becoming a guard for the anastase, his mother eager to keep one of her sons close while the other fought in far off ottola, but aleksei had never been one to easily submit to authority— to fall in line and follow orders blindly— not when his mind could work so much faster and he could think of at least three other options that would work and work better. they butt heads- his father and he- and it only grew worse when a letter from the brigada was delivered to the keep in danruba from soldiers wearing the king’s colors telling the frey family that their eldest had been taken captive by enemy soldiers. his mother’s heart had broken, his father grew distant and aleksei grew angry. the anger would only grow when a stray arrow from an ottolan soldier deep in enemy lines would find his father’s throat and his mother became distant, eyes lost as they stared out into the danruban white, waiting for figures that would never ride home over the horizon.

ＧＯＷＥＳＴ，ＹＯＵＮＧＭＡＮ . . . he was seventeen when he left danruba — left the silver stag against navy banners and his mother’s sorrow filled eyes — and headed to see what else walochnia had to offer a young man with no vrajiit powers. he found himself in wenchinka picking pockets before he happened to pick what at the time felt to be the right pocket but time would prove to be the opposite. the man had been the leader of a rogue’s guild and while he found aleksei’s technique sloppy and amateur- but really, what else could you expect from a boy fighting clumsily like hell into manhood- but recognized something worth mentoring in the young man. perhaps it was the sharp eyes that saw more than he let on or the fingers that- with enough practice- were deft enough to rob you blind as he shook your hand and stared you in the eyes; or perhaps it was the smirking mouth and the quick-witted tongue that could charm his way into even the most secure holds.

he had spent nearly a year before he was presented with another unique opportunity through his employers contacts— the perfect opportunity for you to expand your expertise, aleksei, you were meant for bigger things than petty theft, much bigger bounties. that was when he met mikhail volkov, the leader of an assassin’s guild and just as he had adjusted to the warmer southern weather, he was sent away to train under the assassin. when he arrived before mikhail, he hadn’t grown out of his resistance to authority- something his previous employer had found entertaining and amusing- but he quickly learned that mikhail had no tolerance for impudence and no patience for outright disobedience.

aleksei— for all his faults— was a fast learner, driven by a need to prove he was something more than ordinary. mikhail taught him how to bleed and how to make others do the same, taught him how to take life without remorse. everyone has a bounty on their head, it was just a matter of making sure you got there before someone else— and avoiding letting your own contract come up for grabs. he spent years working under mikhail, working his way up in the ranks, ever fueled by that desperate need to prove himself— and the money wasn’t half bad. his focus turned to poisons- the different plants and concoctions from across the kingdom that could loosen a man’s tongue or take him down with nothing more than a drop.

TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLIED CHILD DEATH

it was a job in crysala— two warring merchant families, each taking contracts out on the other. he’d gotten greedy, playing the two against each other with that wolfish grin and when the sun rose on the seaside, both families had been slaughtered. there’s something about ending a family’s line completely that changes a man and while in the moment, his eyes had been veiled with the focus of an accomplished killer that saw nothing more than targets- contracts to fulfill— but in the light of day, no amount of scrubbing could wash away the blood from his hands and no amount of prayer to whatever god was listening could remove the mark on his soul from taking purely innocent lives.

END TRIGGER WARNING

it became a horror too terrible to bear and instead of returning with the coin he’d collected from the contracts, aleksei fled back to the only place he thought he could escape the wrath of his employer: he went home.

＆ＴＨＥＲＥＭＩＧＨＴＮＯＢＥＭＥＡＮＩＮＧ，ＳＯＦＩＮＤＯＮＥＡＮＤＳＩＥＺＥＩＴ . . . tail tucked between his legs and back in danruba after close to a decade, aleksei appealed to the lord of danruba for his protection. the loyalty that his parents had raised him in was fierce and if there were ever a cause to throw himself to that might absolve him for his past sins, it was to devote himself to the warden family that had cared for his the whole of his life. his skills and training made him useful and he became a blade for the anastase, working in the shadows to protect and defend danruba from those that would try and harm her in the dark.

he has been in the employ of the anastase for nearly four years now and his devotion to the warden family is stronger now than it was when he first arrived, begging for asylum and purpose outside of killing for coin— which, of course, is still part of the deal but there’s the underlying deeper purpose that drives him forward and turns his eyes towards loftier goals. his eye has been on the master assassin position within the king’s small council though he remains rooted in danruba at the service of the family that had for all intents and purposes, saved him from himself. and for now, he’s content with that.

——— HEADCANONS

+ aleksei loves music and is able to play most stringed instruments. the interest came after a bard’s performance at the keep in danruba when he was younger and became a passion his parents encouraged in him. he has a worn gusli that he carries with him when he travels, posing as a bard when opportunity arises when on missions for his lord. he loves an audience and who says it has to be all work and no play?

+ while he is well versed on sword fighting, aleksei prefers not to carry one unless absolutely necessary. instead he fights with daggers that he has hidden and strapped across his body. it’s about a 50/50 chance of getting a poisoned dagger versus a not poisoned dagger.

#「 knocked hard enough to make the record skip┋⋈‣◜ INTRO + ALEKSEI ◝」#warborn.intro

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cause the weight of the world is a much heavier thing, love, than you thought—— IDIOTS LOVED BY SAMMO.

ALEKSEI FREY— ASSASSIN TO THE ANASTASE FAMILY — LOGAN LERMAN ↳ INTRO ✧ DOSSIER ✧ TAGS ✧ CONNECTIONS ✧ PLAYLIST ✧ PINTEREST

KADRI GHITA — MASTER OF LAWS & LORD OF WENCHINKA — BERK CANKAT ↳ INTRO ✧ DOSSIER ✧ TAGS ✧ CONNECTIONS ✧ PLAYLIST ✧ PINTEREST

#starting fresh from this post forward!!!#will be posting updated intros//bios closer to opening #HELL YEAH BABY WE'RE BACK !!!!!!!

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you found me once curled up on the bathroom floor

hands trembling, lungs faltering, and heart pounding

i didn’t know how to tell you what it feels like to suffocate under the weight of my own imaginings

i didn’t know how to explain the way my skin suddenly shifts with no way to right it

or how the only thing that feels real is the way the walls seem to close around me as if they’re the only ones who dare come near

but even when my body trembled, voice faltered, and head pounded

somehow you understood

as you took my hand and said to me

even atlas made of stardust and strength struggled to hold the world on his worn shoulders alone

and you, you told me, you are no god

how could you be expected to do the same?

#⟨ ×┋we bear the sole relentless tenderness ⟩ ❝ MUSINGS ✧ ❞#⟨ ×┋we were sown together in the earth ⟩ ❝ REL: GHITA SIBLINGS ✧ ❞

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There was none that understood it best: an unjust suspicion, cold eyes that followed you through the cold, harrowed hallways as you ran and you ran and you tried to chase the cold away. But it stayed still, like a mother’s cold embrace, like her cruel love — thin fingers grasping at his heart and squeezed and squeezed.

Enough!, you had screamed. A scream that soon reduced to a whimper, please stop.

But when had it ever stopped? When had life ever been just?

Especially for firstborns, subjected to the tallest of expectations yet always falling short. Not good enough, not quite right. They turned you this way and that, in hope that you might fit the perfect space in which they had imagined you to be. But that was never the case, was it? No matter how much you mutilated yourself to be the perfect puzzle piece, you’d never be anything but a mangled version of yourself.

So yes, the anger now flaring in Kadri Ghita’s eyes was something Artair knew very well. He had breathed it, he had fed upon it — until the blood that coursed through his veins now tasted like it. Deep indignation. And yet now, Artair stood where his mother once, casting winter upon his pitiful subject, pleading as he once had done.

You had glared at mother so very often as a child, as a teenager. Now her image had been imprinted to the back of your eyes. Now, you slowly morph into that very silhouette. Her lines became yours, every downward stroke of her disapproving look and her frowns.

Do you not see yourself as you stand now?

Yet, despite it all, he could not stop. Because now, he was in her position all those years ago. A parent with a young child. A parent, who’s only doing all they can to protect their flesh and blood. And so he opened his lips once more, winter coursing through his words, regretful though they were, as he whispered, ‘When you’ve a child of your own, Ghita, you’d understand.’

There was silence. The sincerity of his words ruminating in the snow, a sliver of raw honesty before he realised what he’s said, and quickly then added, ‘That is to say…I love my brothers like my very own and I just want to protect them from everything in this world…at least while I still can. You’ve your own siblings, you’re an eldest son. Surely you see.’

‘when you’ve a child of your own, ghita, you’d understand.’ it’s a strange way of phrasing the sentiment behind his words- sentiment that kadri wants to buck against, wants to tear the very foundation of it away ( i’ve done nothing wrong! who am i that anyone should need protection from me!? )— but it’s the phrasing and how it tumbles over and over in his mind in the brief silence that follows artair’s whisper that has his eyes narrowing slightly and quieting his tongue. it’s not much but it never takes much for seeds of suspicion to be planted— all that was left to see was whether it would take root or not; but it was planted all the same with the way the words fell from artair’s lips: ‘when you’ve a child of your own’.

( how would you know? unless... )

kadri isn’t a good liar. never has been. the truth may as well be painted across his face, betraying his dishonesty to whoever he thinks he might be able to pull one over on. it’s not the same case with artair and kadri hardly knows the man from adam, wouldn’t be able to tell if he spoke truly or not. but it’s that question of whether artair’s words distract or explain the turn of his own phrase that causes that seed of suspicion to take root, watered by doubt in the truth of his betrothed’s words.

‘you’re an eldest son. surely you see.’ and it strikes a chord within kadri’s mind and he begins to doubt his doubt. he has siblings, yes, but daphne was only a handful of years younger than him— he had still been a child when she was a child. with the younger lords- vasile and euan- artair had been grown when they were born, it wasn’t too out of the question that he might feel as a third parent instead of an older brother to them. ( ‘i just want to protect them from everything in this world...’ ) that he could understand; did his thoughts not end up there with his own family whenever it got too quiet? would he not do everything he could to stand between his brother and sisters and this hungry world and those that would try to ruin or harm them? did he not owe it to them? who was he to condemn artair for that which he was also guilty of?

( it’s not that— it’s that i’m innocent— )

the muscle in his jaw tenses as it clenched and he turns to look away from artair’s face, expression twisting with the shifting miasma of emotions that was brewing in his chest ( frustration, defeat, a twist of shame ) despite how he fought to keep his face still. “i do see,” he says after a moment, the high color flush of indignation that had stained his cheeks drained away, leaving his face ashen and his words almost numb, “forgive me— of course, i will respect your wishes, lord anastase.” eyes dart to where the boys had disappeared and his throat clears softly, “you have a race to catch up to.” he doesn’t look back to artair but ducks his head in a respectful nod in his direction, “good day, lord anastase.” he turns and begins to walk away, no particular destination in mind but wanting to put as much distance between himself and artair anastase ( and the shame from the encounter that bubbled in in his chest and numbed him from the inside out ) as possible.

#⟨ × KADRI GHITA ✧ ARTAIR ANASTASE × ⟩#⟨ ×┋speak through my speech & through my blood ⟩ ❝ CONVO ✧ ❞

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the door shuts behind him and features which were previously enraptured fall quickly at his expression. pausing in her steps hands clasp before her frame nervously, as fingertips dig into the fabric of her dress to grasp at fistfuls of fabric.

daphne swallows harshly. weeks upon weeks they had hit wave after wave. she wondered if her brother was drowning. she’d save him, of course, swoop down and bring him back to his feet. ( ever the optimist ) “ kadri? what is it? are you ill? ” seemingly frozen in place, breath is held. * @mightyecho ft. kadri

✧

he hadn’t written this vision down— no, this one he’s carry with him because there was no fear of him forgetting it. ( i wish that i could— erase it from my mind so that no one else could stumble upon it. ) truth was, he did feel ill; stomach sinking further and further as flashes of a vision that should have put his mind at ease ( daphne’s face practically glowing with happiness— ) but only twisted his guts with worry.

at first it had been panic that had spurred him to her chambers, the whisper-yelled question trapped behind his lips until he was certain they were alone; but now looking at her wide doe eyes, concern and her own worry etched into her cherubic features, panic faded and was replaced with the desire to protect his little sister. “is there anything you need to tell me?”

#⟨ ×┋speak through my speech & through my blood ⟩ ❝ CONVO ✧ ❞#⟨ × KADRI GHITA ✧ DAPHNE GHITA × ⟩

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aleyna :

❝ hardly . i cannot picture you at the alter any more than i can picture myself on a farm , even if you are to be wed . ❞ aleyna replies , rolling her eyes fondly at the sight of servaos across the place . she will not discuss that pairing now , not even with him . ❝ oh , have you not heard ? i am in mourning , i could not dare be wed at such a time . it would shame the gods . ❞

“farmer aleyna— such a quaint picture,” kadri teases gently, the corners of his mouth picking in a soft smile, “you with a chicken tucked under your arm is about as absurd as the idea of me getting married, i’ll give you that one.” it wasn’t as if he hadn’t known it would happen one day but there was still very much a surreal feeling around it, not helped by the terseness between him and his betrothed. the smile quelled and kadri arched a brow, keeping his face respectfully neutral if not edging on some sympathy, “i did hear. my condolences by the way.” he wouldn’t push it further than that; any further shows of sympathy from him would seem disingenuous.

#⟨ × KADRI GHITA ✧ ALEYNA DRAGAVEI × ⟩#⟨ ×┋speak through my speech & through my blood ⟩ ❝ CONVO ✧ ❞

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her smirk becomes a grin , and it is she who is surprised most of all that her toleration of aleksei frey has bloomed into what she might only describe as friendship . she once wondered what anyone might want in a friend like her , murderous little snake that she is , but with some it comes naturally and he has wormed his way into her affections nonetheless . “ i apologise , lord frey . it is just that i don’t think i’ve ever seen you bathed before . ” danya snorts into her cup , her eyes twinkling in the torchlight . he is an easy onto to tease . “ well i figured i might as well dress nicely for your brother’s wedding . ”

he’s right , she supposes . their work so rarely takes a night off and she frets daily over the whereabouts of the porcelain clad assassin . does he dwell within these very walls ? awaiting the prime moment to strike , to thrust their small world into chaos ? she sighs , her head shaking . “ i don’t think this peace will last for much longer , aleksei . keep your eyes out tonight in particular , he has interrupted events such as this before and we must not let our guard down . ” how cruel it is , that he may not let down his hair on the night of his brother’s wedding –– but this creature of the night has plagued them one too many times . “ not much . there are … many moving parts in the works right now . we must not be caught by surprise . ”

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he laughs at that- a warm, hearty laugh- his own mouth stretching into a grin to match danya’s, “lord frey— i could get used to that. gotta find out how much gold i need to buy myself a title if only for the way it sounds. though i suppose i’d have to bathe more often should i deign to call myself lord.” at her snort, he shoots her a wink, fighting off more laughter and turning his attention back to the crowd, his expression sobering at the way her voice drops low between the two of them.

he snorts this time, a derisive noise and his brow pinches, “should we be so lucky— it’s expected. if it were me, i’d pass up tonight; there are too many eyes watching and waiting for something to happen. makes it that much harder to operate.” though they’d been able to entrance this crowd once before and move undetected— who’s to say a repeat performance wasn’t on the horizon? “don’t worry, my eyes and ears are still just as open as always.” the assassin wouldn’t escape next time— ( i’m coming for the rest of that mask and the head you hide under it. )

#「◜ALEKSEI FREY ⋈ DANYA HASRI◝」#「 this boy half destroyed┋⋈‣◜CONVO◝」

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@mightyecho

“You know…if something horrible happens at this wedding celebration, maybe it’s you. You could be some kind of bad luck charm.” Varian teases with a laugh, arm draped over his friend’s shoulders. “Your brother seems happy.” He points out, nodding in the direction of the newly married couple, looking at each other with nothing but love in their eyes. “You seem rather happy today as well. I can’t help but wonder if it is because of the wedding or because a certain someone is in attendance.”

“the idea that i might be some sort of ill-omen is actually very appealing. that’s the sort of thing they’ll turn into a nursery rhyme for small children one day; ‘beware that handsome devil aleksei frey or else he’ll ruin your wedding day’. see, i’ve already written the first line.” aleksei follows varian’s nod and the corner of his mouth picks up in a crooked smile, a soft huff of laughter exhaled through his nose, “he does, doesn’t he? i suppose i can pass over ruining this celebration—if only to save my own hide from the wrath i would incur.” the teasing fades from his expression, watching his newly-wedded brother and his lovely bride and sincerity seeps into his voice, saying quietly, “he deserves this— to be happy.”

“hm,” he hums, smirk twitching and his eyes gravitating back to daphne— never keeping her far from his gaze, close enough to be at her side in three quick-footed strides should need be. “well, i’m certainly happy to see my brother wed with the knowledge that my mother’s demands for grandchildren will be directed towards him.” the words left an ashen taste in his mouth and his stomach flipped, rolling with a secret that he hadn’t dared utter to even himself yet, and he cleared his throat, trying to force that feeling away— focus back on daphne and varian’s words. ( and oh, his stomach flipped all the more wildly. ) “in attendance on my arm,” he clarifies. a moment passes and a laugh is almost surprised out of aleksei, “maybe that’s how i ruin this wedding— scandal.”

#「◜ALEKSEI FREY ⋈ VARIAN ANASTASE◝」#「 this boy half destroyed┋⋈‣◜CONVO◝」

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So far, Dorian had managed to avoid outright glaring at Basradu during the whole wedding, quite the accomplishment in his mind. But he kept reminding himself that he was here for Elise…his anger had no place here. And as he watched her with her new husband, she was happier than he had ever seen her. Dorian didn’t know a whole lot about Aidan, and even less about his family. So when he comes across the brother–Aleksei, if his memory served, he merely glances at him with an arched brow. “You don’t turn into a dragon too, do you?”

✧

after years of being an assassin and rogue, aleksei learned to listen to his body— more often than not, his body could tell things before his mind realized. that gut feeling that warned you when something was off, out of balance. there was something about dorian adamar that triggered that gut feeling and even while his mind tried to argue ( you’re just looking for trouble— ) that gut feeling was insistent. a snort leaves him, his smirk taking on a sardonic twist at the question, “only once. gods willing, it won’t happen again.” his head tilts slightly, “what about yourself? got any magic tricks up your sleeve?”

#「◜ALEKSEI FREY ⋈ DORIAN ADAMAR ◝」#「 this boy half destroyed┋⋈‣◜CONVO◝」

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𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: closed ; @mightyecho (( aleksei )) 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: the wedding reception

There was a small voice at the back of his head wondering maybe Aleksei wouldn’t show up. They did talk a few days ago, but he was still a little worried. That night when Aidan told his brother about the engagement he was overjoyed to be able to share these amazing news with him, and Aidan wanted to spend this day with the people who he loved the most, Aleksei being one of the,. of course.

When he noticed Aleksei among the people, he felt relieved, and he walked up to him right away. He pulled his brother’s smaller frame into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you came,” he confessed in a low voice. “Thank you,” Aidan let go of him and took a step back. “I hope you didn’t come alone,” he said with a smile, one brow slightly tilted in question. Aleksei never spoke of his love life, but when Aidan spoke about his feelings for Elise, he could see Aleksei’s eyes change, as if there was someone his heart yearned for.

aidan’s arms wrapped around him and even though there was a small spark of apprehension in the back of his mind ( thinking back to how the last time his brother reached for him and how he’d burned for days with a power that wasn’t his own and how desperately he never wanted to feel that again ) but aleksei shoved that hesitancy away, returning the embrace and patting the broad shoulder. “told you— wouldn’t miss it for the world,” his voice was equally low- just for their ears ( not even genya’s, the din of voices in the hall surely drowning out the sound of the two of them ).

when aidan pulled back, aleksei’s mouth twitched- caught between that smirk of his and the genuine smile that wanted to break through. his eyes gravitated to daphne standing a short distance away, speaking with another party-goer and the smile wins out, softening the lines around his mouth and eyes, “i didn’t actually.” the heart in his chest squeezed for a moment- again, feeling so incredibly exposed and even though his eyes are on her, he can feel dozens of others on the both of them ( real or imagined? he can’t tell and that’s the most maddening thing of it )- but he smothered the feeling, turning his gaze back to aidan, a crooked smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, “which i’m sure is news that will break many hearts tonight.”

#「◜ALEKSEI FREY ⋈ AIDAN FREY◝」#「 this boy half destroyed┋⋈‣◜CONVO◝」

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body well spent from previous blissful endeavors she’s peacefully weightless as cheek nuzzles her pillow. eyes drooping she blinks away sleep as touch is intensely felt. the sensation of him touching her feathers is heavenly in itself; so sensitive…. and ever since recent harm to them touch is seemingly reserved for him only. beneath his gentle touches she’s safe. kisses vibrate against her skin and wings further slack, backside pressed to him and feeling him everywhere as his warmed frame brushes against plush feathers. an indescribable sensation this motion, an otherworldly & heavenly gift. “ mhm, aidan. ” she hums in lull, nodding slowly in confirming response. the question pulls her from her land of bliss— his kisses somehow cooling, soothing against feverish skin still warmed with previous affections.

blinking rapidly in surprise mind groggily processes further. “ together? ” a breathless and near voiceless whisper. heart which previously catered to its usual steady rhythm picks up pace. it bangs against her chest in excursion, immediate joy. he’s lifting from her shoulder to her temple and she leans into the light press nonetheless, speechless for stretching seconds shared. he’s surrounding her, engulfing her and she presses into him. her features are slacked, in her own shock. but she’s quickly shifting as mind catches up to the pace of her heart.

all her previous pleading to him, is now to be seen, its validated in this moment and she’s overjoyed. ( just you. only you. always. ) twisting onto her stomach within his grasp she peers up at him to fully look at whom she loves most dear. gaze which had been dancing far away, off in her own clouds, levels back to meet his. this wasn’t a simple handhold around court, no, he’s asking for much more. he’s asking for something meaningful and beautiful and daphne ghita melts. a grin shinning as prevalent as the moon that poured down on the pair is seen now. eyes fill with tears of sweetened happiness and she’s laughing, too. “ of course, ” she is whole here. “ of course aleksei. ” a fracture of her fears and desires has fallen back into place at his request. to show the world ( publicly ) just how spectacular aleksei frey was, it was a gift she had ached for, for so long. ( how she longed to stand at his side ) a look of utter adornment as if everything in the world was right and shinning she embraces him closer, arms encompassing the back of his neck to brace him for the sheer excitement of her kiss. daphne’s crashing into him like a shooting star. sealing her promise, a further unvoiced show of love slipping down her cheek in a warm salted tear as lips mold to his. pulling away from her kiss she’s peppering his face in a shower of warm honeyed kisses, laughing once more at his humor and the sheer weight of their love, as a light sniffle of jubilation. “ you mean it? ” she mumbles between lighthearted kisses lifting herself from the assault of love to look to him, beaming, the sun personified. “ you really mean it? they’ll have me? you’ll have me? ” *

the way the word leaves her— that breathless whisper of together— surprises a laugh out of him as he turns her, pulling her against his chest, “well, that was certainly the idea. though, i’m not opposed to separate dramatic entrances.” mischief played at the corner of his curling mouth before the smirk softened, “however, i am partial to the idea of together.” a hand reaches to brush a golden curl back from daphne’s temple, guiding it behind the shell of her ear, fingertips trailing feather-light caresses.

it was a bold move but ever since mikhail’s threat- the sound of his voice still echoing in aleksei’s mind when things were quiet- he’d been reluctant to not have at least one eye on daphne, just out of his peripheral. any guilt over possibly shirking his duties to artair is assuaged by the closeness of his target to his beloved but in the moments when his eye has to leave her, his mind is split between the task at hand and wondering if she was safe until he could see her face again and breathe with relief.

he hadn’t expected her to say no but there’s still a gentle whoosh of an exhale in relief when she agrees. moonlight catches the moisture in her eyes, setting reflections of that light in them to shine and his gut twists a little with guilt. ( i didn’t realize it meant that much to you. ) it wasn’t daphne— never daphne— that had his boot heels digging in the ground any time there was mention or question of taking what they had curated in the secrecy of daphne’s quarters and the cover of night into the light; it was always her safety- along with her honor, reputation and position- that had him denying her over and over. ( there will be consequences however i fear the consequences of not having you at my side more than what is in store. )

arms wrap around his neck and he tilts his head up into the kiss, a hand moving to smooth over golden curls, cupping her face and brushing the tears from the rounded apple of her cheek. “wh—” he starts to ask before daphne is showering him in kisses and aleksei couldn’t have stopped the grin from taking over his face even if he wanted to, another huff of laughter leaving him at the kisses, heat crawling into his cheeks while his heart flipped in his chest. “of course i mean it,” as if it were bordering on silly for her to double check, as if there had been any doubt in his mind that this was a good and right move ( he never lied to daphne but aleksei had no problem hiding the truth from her until it was the right time ). his hand moves to brush a lock of gold behind the curve of her ear, “frankly, they get very little say in the matter— i’m not in the habit of asking permission from my siblings. but even so, of course they will.”

his gaze softens, feeling his insides warmed by the light that emanates from daphne, “you realize how peculiar it is that you ask that, right?” there’s a gentle tease in his voice but his eyes remain soft, “if i would have you and not the other way around.” leaning up he catches her lips in another kiss- soft, lingering- before pulling back to murmur, “in a perfect world, i’d never leave your side.”

#「◜ALEKSEI FREY ⋈ DAPHNE GHITA◝」#「 this boy half destroyed┋⋈‣◜CONVO◝」#WEH grace i cant get gifs to cooperate #love me anyway

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