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[ofcovrts]

she nods back in greeting, "yes, daxton, i just spoke with her. i'm sending extra guards to watch over the high family, instructing them to keep them all inside for now." leandra tells him, keeping up the mask of professionalism she's known for. even if daxton isn't her favorite person, she values his skills and knows they need to work together to secure their court, "have you learned anything of interest? anything that i should know?" she lets out a breath, "i wish only for no more surprises." though, she thinks she won't be so lucky.

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 : @ofcovrts / leandra

it  wasn’t  much  a  secret  that  leandra  was  not  his  favorite  person.  daxton  had  never  quite  put  his  finger  on  it,  but  he  would  rather  avoid  his  second  in  command  than  share  time  with  the  other.  however,  dax  was  also  a  respectful  spymaster,  and  he  knew  he  had  to  be  polite  to  the  person  who  ranked  higher  than  him  in  the  inner  circle.  “  leandra.  ”  he  greets  upon  seeing  the  other  in  the  hall.  “  have  you  spoken  to  our  high  lady  yet  ?  ”  

[ofcovrts]

leandra hummed, shrugging a shoulder gracefully at the other and replying, "i may not miss you, but i know that the people would." and she could not deny that alina was a good leader — better than her father had been, at any rate — and she feared that if alina were not in charge then whoever took her place may not meet the challenge. she was in charge for a reason, just as leandra was, and she would not deny her high lady that. "i understand, my lady. though, if you insist upon being so visible, i insist that you stay close to me." not for leandra's benefit, that was to be quite sure, but for safety reasons and for strategy reasons, she figured it would be best that she not let the high lady stray far from her. they needed one another in these trying times, even if she was loathe to admit such a thing were true. even in her distaste, leandra was well-aware that together they were more powerful than they were apart. years of work and collaboration had proven that much and she was not about to break something that had worked so well so far.

"i have conferred with a few of the other commanders as well." albeit, not completely on purpose, in some cases, the opportunity seemed to just fall into her lap. and though her main concern was with her own court, she valued the opinions of the other seconds in command and knew that being on the same page as them was wise. "i do not have any reason to believe that we are in imminent danger, but i will not let my guard down. none of us will let our guard down." she had not let her guard down since they arrived at the capital and she was sure aline knew that she was not going to take her finger off the pulse, especially now, "have you spoken with any of the other high lords?" leandra wanted to be sure that they were on the same page.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋  the  high  lady  of  summer  a  fool  to  have  someone  who  disliked  her  immensely  serving  in  her  inner  circle,  and  while  there's  some  merit  in  that  thought,  she  also  did  not  believe  in  allowing  talents  to  go  to  waste.  certainly  the  other's  attitude  left  much  to  be  desired,  but  alina  had  never  needed  to  be  liked,  not  even  by  those  who  served  in  her  circle.  they  only  needed  to  obey  her  and  respect  her.  however,  it  did  not  mean  alina  did  not  keep  an  eye  on  her.  they  say  keep  your  friends  closer  and  your  enemies  closer,  while  she  didn't  categorize  the  commander  as  an  enemy,  her  gaze  remained  equally  on  the  woman  as  it  did  on  all  others  of  those  working  close  to  her.  after  decades  of  working  along  side  one  another,  she  had  learned  a  few  things,  and  one  of  the  primary  piece  of  information  being  that  leandra's  loyalties  to  the  summer  court  were  not  questionable.  that  was  sufficient  enough  for  the  high  lady,  even  if  they  did  not  see  eye  to  eye  on  most  occasions.  no  one,  not  even  alina  herself  can  claim  that  the  commander  of  the  summer  court  did  not  fulfill  her  duties  well.  unlike  her  late  father,  her  pride  would  not  get  in  the  way  of  her  doing  what  was  best  for  their  court.

the  other's  should  not  come  as  a  surprise  for  alina,  of  course  she  was  ahead,  as  she  expects  leandra  to  be.  her  emerald  hues  subtly  appraise  the  woman  before  her  to  see  if  she'd  been  hurt,  but  found  nothing  on  her  person  that  indicated  otherwise.  her  head  dipped  in  a  nod  at  the  other,  the  other  benefit  that,  leandra  did  not  need  to  be  told  what  to  do,  she  was  efficient.  when  the  commander  stepped  closer,  lowering  her  voice  for  privacy,  alina  met  the  other's  gaze,  masking  her  surprise  at  the  words  that  befell  leandra,  unexpected  certainly  to  this  extent.  "ah,  quite  surprising  to  hear  you  are  worrying  about  me,  commander. i did not think you would miss dear old me."  the  retort  slips  somehow  anyway  before  she  continues,  "i  will  be  alright,  I  would  not  carelessly  place  myself  in  danger.  i  cannot  disappear  altogether,  you  know  this,  leandra.  if  these  things  make  themselves  known  again,  our  people  will  need  me  on  the  front  line." leandra  was  strong,  stronger  than  most,  but  how  much  could  she  fend  off  alone?  or  their  guards?  what  startled  her  the  most  that  arwen's  visions  had  come  to  pass,  they  were  vague  but  the  smoke  and  something  coming...this  is  what  her  seer  had  seen.  the  winged  beasts,  and  their  world  nearly  burning.  "i  caught  daxton  just  moments  prior,  but  i'll  go  with  you  to  locate  our  general.  my  siblings  will  be  escorted  inside,  i  will  remain  out  here."

[ofcovrts]

atlas smiles, clapping rhys fondly on the shoulder as he approaches, "rhys! you look well." he tells him, "you know me... always up to at least a little bit of trouble." intentionally or unintentionally. thankfully, he feels like his cousin is not one to judge, that he can appreciate a little bit of trouble — the fun kind, at least. "i am definitely having more fun now that you're here." he's always enjoyed the company of his cousin, especially now, with all the troubles facing the realm. it feels good to know that he has someone on his side, "how are you faring? how are things over in the winter court?"

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 : @ofcovrts / atlas

"  i  trust  you  are  up  to  no  good.  "  rhys  greets  as  he  finds  his  cousin.  between  all  of  his  dawn  relatives,  it  was  atlas  that  was  perhaps  the  one  he  was  closest  to.  he  saw  sera  far  more,  but  atlas  and  he  had  too  many  similarities  to  compete  with.  with  everything  going  on,  the  emissary  to  winter  needed  someone  to  talk  to,  someone  he  could  fully  relax  with  and  not  think  about  how  useless  he  was.  atlas  was  precisely  that  person.  "  at  least,  i  hope  one  of  us  is  having  fun.  "

[ofcovrts]

well i'm not unconcerned, there were times like these that he wished his older brother was easier to read. atlas wanted to be in on whatever was going on, he wanted ambrose to trust him with things like this. he figured maybe he had to prove himself a bit more before being fully involved. "yes, i can check on eowynn. i'll... i'll check on sera, too." though, he was sure the night court was ensuring her safety, "do you think whatever those things were will come back?" he paused, "sorry for asking so many questions, i have just never seen anything like this before. have you?" he asked, hoping for some sort of reassurance that this would pass, that they would all be alright.

there was a beast in each high lord, every fae knew that, or at least he thought they did and it was taking every part of him right now to not introduce the new high lords beast form to the rest of the citizens of prythian because what in the cauldron was that? letting his breathing settle for a moment he avoided looking at his brother for a moment, until he could do it was a level of neutrality on his face. "well i'm not unconcerned." he offered his expression tight as he spoke. "don't like that one bit...can you check on our sister, i haven't seen her and i want to find the other high rulers."

[ofcovrts]

Ersham raised an eyebrow at her words, a stack of books tucked under his arm as he approached the table. He was in the same boat. And despite his affinity for working alone, Tillie was someone he didn't mind speaking to or sharing thoughts with. Just not too many thoughts, of course. He respected her. He knew she was intelligent, even if he believed no one's mind rivaled his own.

He set his books down and sat down across from her, nodding, "Yes. There is not much else to do but think constantly about what is happening here." He flipped a book open to a page he had marked, "Have you found anything of use yet?" Ersham hadn't, but he wasn't going to show all his cards just yet. "I have been looking through some of Gaea's much older history, hoping to recognize something."

@ofcovrts / ersham

Tillie was hauled up in the library, flipping through the books she knew probably didn't hold the answers she needed but here she was, looking for them anyways. She muttered to herself frequently as she pushed through the pages.

"No... No..." She started, flipping quickly. The blonde groaned before slamming the book shut and picking up the second one. She didn't even hear the door open. Although, she felt the breeze. Tillie sighed. "If you are going to kick me out now, I will need to take all of these to my room. It's not here, I need help carrying them." She stated, not looking up. "I have much to study if I'm going to be of any help to the autumn court." She exclaimed.

Tillie glanced up for a moment. A familiar face. "Ersham. Are you here to seek out what has occurred?" She asked. "I must know what we're up against."

[ofcovrts]

ADRIA ARJONA as Maddy Masters HITMAN (2024)

[ofcovrts]

leandra doesn't let the pressure she feels show. she doesn't let the mask of control slip. it's her job to keep it together, to lead, and that's what her court needs now. she needs to be at her most focused. if she isn't then what could happen? what other misfortune to befall her court? they're already stuck here, there are creatures in the sky, people screaming and running. but leandra feels calm, even as her shoulders tense and her jaw tightens and she tries to figure out her next move. she's calm because if she's not then things would be worse. and they simply cannot afford that. the calm wavers slightly, though, when she hears a voice. that voice. his voice. it's been years and, still, the sound of him saying her name sends a shiver down her spine. she turns, eyes landing on him for the first time in so long. leandra's breath catches in her throat and if she wasn't a strong person, the sight of him quite possibly could have knocked her off of her feet. she faces him, eyes drawn up to his face, "yes... i..." it's not often she's at a loss for words, "vyros. hello." her own voice sounds pathetic to her, weak in a way she doesn't want to feel. she shouldn't be surprised he's here. leandra knew of his position, the same position as hers just in winter. she feels like it's been eons and also minutes as she stares at him. her eyes trace his lips, the cut of his jaw, those eyes. eyes she couldn't forget no matter how much she tries, no matter how many walls she hides their history behind. all the corners of gaea and they happen to be in the same one, "what a surprise," it's not, "it's... it has been so long." too long. though, part of her wishes it would have been longer, that she didn't have to face this long buried part of herself, "incredible weather we are having." she deadpans, trying to diffuse the molasses-thick tension.

— closed starter for @ofcovrts // 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰.

𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔯𝔪 𝔥𝔦𝔪. it enables him. it strengthens him. when he sees those great beasts, looming heavy in the sky, his heart hammers, but it doesn't splinter or fall. it moves the ichor and blood through his veins, and he is thrown into action like a machine. it had been the simple job of the royal family to protect those flooding their kingdrom from foreign courts, and yet their answer to an unknown threat has been to distract the collective attention with a festival. there are too many souls in the streets, too many children separated from their families, too many lives to be lost in this needless frivolity. the ire in him is not hot like a searing blade straight from the forge; it is cold and lifeless and slow to move, a careful glacier adrift, waiting, observant and distant. there is ice blooming in his veins as he ushers children to sheltering arms, as he scans the churning crowd for his inner circle — the high lady, the young emissary, the general ... and then he is overtaken by the burn of the cruelest flame when his amber eyes sweep over her. the pain floods him, drowns him, old wounds re-opened with a cruel blade, and for a moment, he is breathless. the discomfort he's felt observing the strange happenings in gaea does not compare to what he feels at the sight of her. this is real fear, and the world seems to bend around her as he draws nearer. she is unchanged — honeyed skin, dark eyes that drew him in like a siren to deep water. he stands, the cynosure of madness as the masses run for cover, and wonders how he might survive this vivid hallucination. for how could he withstand it if she were truly here? now and arm's length away? would she dismiss him as easily now as she had then?

❝ leandra? ❞ her name is somehow venom and syrup, heavy-laden on his tongue, a challenge to his reality.

[ofcovrts]

he smiles down at her, giving her a nod, "i could be up for some tea, if you're accepting company. the weather is beautiful today." atlas shrugs, "plus, i feel like we have not gotten much time together since being stuck here. how are you? feeling alright about all of it?" he asks, "it's bizarre." and he misses the comforts of home, even if there's one comfort just beside him.

eowynn grins spotting her sibling and when he approaches her and falls into step beside her, she throws her arm around his shoulder. though older, eowynn was certain that she was the shortest of all her siblings. " well, " she starts with a happy little hum. " i was going for some tea in the garden, if you'd like to join ? or we can do something else entirely. you tell me, my dear brother. "

[ofcovrts]

for @stxrfclls

"des!" atlas catches up with her, eager to offer his assistance in whatever way he can. he's not sure what's going on, but after ensuring all his family was safe, he's itching to lend his skills (of what sort, is anyone's guess) to the efforts to figure out how to get back home to dawn. "do you need help with anything?" he pauses, shaking his head, "not that — i know you are very much capable at your job. more than capable... i just want to help." wants to prove that he's a valued member of his family, of his court, "is there anything i can do? anyone i can talk to?" he's good at talking, that's a task he can be sent on, "i do not like the feeling of sitting around and waiting for the next thing to happen."

[ofcovrts]

for @stxrfclls

he approaches siara, lips set in a straight line. he's about to be the bigger person, which he hates, but they're in unprecedented times and unprecedented times call for unprecedented actions. "i think we should work together on this," he tells her, jaw tight, not meeting her eyes, "this whole situation... i feel like we could use one another's insights." despite their differences, he does genuinely believe siara's capable and intelligent, "if you have time to discuss, i would like to hear your thoughts."

[ofcovrts]

"what i wouldn't give to have an event back at one of our courts..." he sighed with a shake of his head. he liked traveling and he liked being around so many friends and family members, but he longed for the crisp mornings of dawn and the sense of calm that came with home. plus, being stuck here didn't make it feel like some nice getaway. kind of the opposite, actually. "maybe a party by us would make it feel like home." atlas chuckled, shrugging a shoulder. he was tempted to throw one just to get the attention of his brother, and maybe to help him let loose. he lifted his eyebrows at the sight of the drink, taking it from the other, "are you lying just so you can see my face when it tastes horrendous?" atlas teased, lifting the drink to give it a sniff, "it doesn't smell too bad..." the color mad him wary, but was too intriguing to pass up at the same time, "bottoms up." he brought the drink to his lips, taking a healthy sip.

"it's  not  just  you,  were  it  not  for  you,  i  was  certain  this  evening  would  a  slowly  passing  one."  the  youngest  lord  of  day  understood  the  atmosphere  the  events  have  caused,  but  sour  moods  were  not  going  to  change  their  predicament.  he  was  homesick,  perhaps  not  to  the  extent  that  ced  was,  for  dec  it  was  missing  his  nieces  and  nephews.  he  could  count  on  atlas  to  be  the  life  of  the  party  ride  beside  him.  "let  us  hope  the  next  party  will  be  in  one  of  our  courts.  though  i'm  tempted  for  us  to  pitch  the  idea  of  us  arranging  the  next  soiree."  declan  grinned  meeting  his  friend's  gaze,  "your  brother  might  have  some.  my  brother?  he  has  far  too  many."  although,  tonight  it  seemed  ced  appeared  in  a  better  mood  than  usual,  which  of  course  left  the  youngest  aster  too  curious  of  the  cause.  "have  you  tried  this?"  he  handed  the  other  a  oddly  blue  hued  drink,  "looks  heinous  but  it  is  tasty."

[ofcovrts]

always dutiful and faithful to her court, leandra had spent most of the day ensuring the safety of the citizens of summer. she knew, immediately, that she could not sit idly by and wait for something else to happen. everything was too uncertain, too dangerous. she was good at her job and took the duties on with pride, but her least favorite duty by far was having to listen to and obey the wishes of her high lady. leandra was good at games, was adept at putting on a front and making others believe she was on their side, but she did not do this for alina. she did her job and she did it well, protecting alina and her siblings and making sure that everything was running smoothly, but she would not pretend. still, though, there was a respect and loyalty that was understood. that wouldn't be broken, especially not now.

"i have already sent some extra guards their way," leandra nodded, straightening her spine and standing tall, "i will be checking in intermittently as well." she promised. she looked around, stepping closer to alina and lowering her voice, "you, too, should try to stay out of the fray. we do not know if they will come back or what's next. do not put yourself at risk." she did not wish ill upon the high lady no matter her disdain, "i am planning on finding our general and spymaster shortly to discuss what we should do next."

STATUS : CLOSED ⟳ @ofcovrts ;; leandra

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘  thing  she  had  known  throughout  her  childhood  from  the  moment  fates  snatched  her  mother  away.  fear  of  the  man  who  was  to  care  for  her  and  the  rest  of  his  children,  fear  of  what  her  life  would  become  as  she  watched  her  father  transform  into  a  monster  he  had  become  that  grieving  him  had  not  been  an  option.  alina  grieved  the  man  he  was  once,  but  not  the  man  who  took  his  final  breaths  before  his  children.  legion  dragomir  had  long  ceased  being  a  father,  now  all  he  was  to  alina  was  her  mother's,  thalassa's  murderer.  when  alina  had  been  crowned  high  lady,  she  had  swore  to  herself  she'd  never  allow  another  to  induce  such  fear  from  her.  this  unknown  entity  almost  threatened  to  dismantle  that,  but  the  high  lady  of  summer  would  not  allow  that.  fear  would  not  get  them  out  of  this,  nor  out  of  the  capital.  it  was  not  just  about  alina,  it  was  about  her  people  who  looked  to  her.  she  would  not  allow  this  thing  to  induce  any  sort  of  fear,  she  had  not  allowed  anything  that  sort  of  power  over  he  thus  far,  and  it  would  not  begin  now.

when  the  rumbling  came  to  a  permanent  halt,  the  high  lady  had  been  quick  on  her  feet  to  locate  her  siblings,  ensuring  they  were  unharmed  and  accounted  before  her  gaze  found  the  commander  of  the  summer  court.  a  woman  who  did  little  to  mask  her  dislike  for  her  high  lady,  but  a  woman  that  certainly  had  earned  her  current  position.  she  knew  little  of  others  who  are  as  fearless  as  she  herself  was,  and  leandra  was  one  of  them.  those  winged  creatures  were  gone  for  now,  but  the  high  lady  was  well  aware  their  troubles  were  nowhere  near  over.  they  would  be  back,  along  with  this  entity  that  currently  wished  to  toy  with  them.  "if  you  see  our  general,  instruct  them  to  remain  with  my  siblings,  they,  and  nor  our  guards  are  not  leave  their  side."  her  tone  leaving  no  argument  as  her  brassy  hues  met  the  commander's.  the  two  that  remained  with  her  alina  had  sent  off  to  the  other  dragomirs.

[ofcovrts]

i can’t even imagine what it’s like to have bad takes. all of my takes are incredible but not everyone is so lucky. :(

[ofcovrts]

adria arjona on instagram

[ofcovrts]

‘ adria arjona, cis woman, she/her, 33 / 330 , half illyrian, half high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems leandra aragones has finally made it to the capital, the second in command from summer court is said to be resilient and is said to describe themselves with the weight of family legacy, early mornings, sun kissed freckles, charming smiles that hide resentment and with all of this in mind their manipulative nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. 

STATS

full name: leandra faran aragones nickname(s): lea, lee age: 33/330 date of birth: october 28 (scorpio) gender: cis woman (she/her) sexual orientation: pansexual job: second in command of the summer court traits: resilient, charming, resourceful, manipulative, resentful, stubborn abilities: very adept at glamour magic and water manipulation, typical high fae powers, flight — has bat like wings that she often keeps hidden beneath a glamour

APPEARANCE

faceclaim: adria arjona hair color and style: brunette, usually worn down in natural waves eye color: brown height: 5'8" tattoos: she has a few hidden tattoos on her back and ribs piercings: a few on each ear

BACKGROUND

born to an illyrian father and a mother who was part of the summer court inner circle, her father was a prominent member of the court's military and her mother was known for the power of her mind and insightful decision making

she was an only child and a lot was always expected of her, leandra was up for the challenge

she was raised among other prominent families in the realm and had the best of the best private tutors and trainers at her disposal

she never buckled under the pressure, exceeding all expectation put onto her

she traveled throughout prythian, getting as many unique experiences as she could, all while cultivating her powerful gifts

during her time away, she fell in love with illyrian warrior, there was so much of her that desired to stay with them and create a life free from the pressure of her family and the court, but her loyalty to her family was too great and she returned and became the second in command

she isn't particularly a fan of the current leadership of the summer court, but she decided that despite this, she will fulfill the role she was born to play and will work to make the court better even if she doesn't agree with her high lady

she sees this visit to the capital as an assest, an opportunity to learn more and to cultivate alliances and find information — she's not going to let this go to waste

PERSONALITY

leandra is a hard worker, works tirelessly to keep the inner circle on track and the court running smoothly

she's charming and will do anything to get what she wants, using this charm to manipulate others

she's very powerful, possesses a lot of magical abilities, but rarely shows this off, preferring to leave people to underestimate her

secretive, has a small circle of people she feels she can truly trust, though she is outgoing and good with strangers, good at making people feel comfortable and lulling them into a sense of security (false or not? who's to say!)

ambitious, but also very passionate about the citizens of summer court and always tries to do what's best for the people

always considers the way her decisions will reflect on her family and on her reputation

WANTED: the illyrian she fell in love with and then left (lovers to exes to enemies to ??? vibes), friends within her court, circle of people she trusts, people who share her concerns about court leadership, enemies, flings, allies from outside the court, people she became close with on her journeys throughout the realms

[ofcovrts]

atlas beams, gaze fixed on his sister. he's always felt closest to her, the safest with her. having her in another court far from home has been an adjustment, still a lot to get used to despite the time that's passed. "good, i'm very glad to hear it." he tells her genuinely, nodding, "i am doing fine. i do wish we could return home, but i am sure they will figure out a solution soon." he knew some of the best minds of the land were working on it. if anything, at least being here allowed him to be close to his whole family, "how is timur?" he keeps his tone light. he has nothing against his sister's husband, truly, if sera is happy then atlas is happy, but there's still a tinge of bitterness with his sister no longer in dawn with him. but he knows that's selfish and he's grown now, his days of needing protection seem over.

Seeing atlas was like turning a dimmed light in sera's eyes, she had always been awfully closer to him than the rest, not by choice but by circumstance. she had gone under their father's careful eye for longer than the two oldest, she had attached herself to the little boy, protecting him, covering for him, but over all simply watching him and loving him. and when she too had come to be under their thumb, she had tried even harder to shield him. "i can say the same about you, my sweet boy." she cups his face with one of her small hands. "you're always a sight for this sad eyes of mine." she allows her hand to fall back to her side. a ping of anxiety creeping on her, she suddenly worries how atlas would take no longer being her only little one, even if he was now a grown fae male. "aside from goes around here, life is good, thank the mother. how about you?"

[ofcovrts]

atlas gave manon a warm smile, "i have been well. things are going fine." at any rate, his siblings were doing fine, he knew nothing about the actual goings on of the court, but things seemed to be going well. he thought maybe he should ask ambrose for some sort of status update, "the family is doing well. a little... unsure about having to be here, i think. but aren't we all?" he chuckled queitly, "how are you? how are things over in night? is sera working you too hard?" atlas joked with a teasing smile.

manon   knows   the   other   the   moment   her   eyes   on   put   upon   their   face.   "atlas?"   manon   asked,   as   if   there   were   any   denying   on   who   they   were.   he   was,   after   all,   sera's   brother,   even   if   she   tried   to   erase   the   dawn   court   from   her   name.   but   still   manon   took   the   canteen   and   took   the   last   drops   as   if   it   were   the   last   drops   of   water   she   would   ever   get.   she   set   the   canteen   down   and   took   a   deep   breath.   "how   have   you   been?   and   the   dawn   court?"   while   she   thought   of   the   night   court   as   home   now,   there   was   apart   of   her   that   would   always   yearn   for   the   dawn   court   and   its   beautiful   mornings.