#i. visage. » she was the heir of ash and fire. «

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—   𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐘𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒.  

“ There are no gods left to watch, I’m afraid. and there are no gods left to help you now, Aelin Galathynius. ” AELIN SMILED, and Goldryn burned brighter. “ I am a god. ”

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—   𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 : 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀.

there was once a girl known by everyone and no one.

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[ INSP. ]

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TAG DUMP.

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i.  visage.  »  she is a cosmic destroyer.  «

i.  aesthetic.  »  she is made of stardust. love and raging fire.  «

i.  desires.  »  ask her what she craves and watch her cave.  «

i.  headcanons.  »  the queen of ash and flame ; the heir of muspelheim.  «

i.  character study.  »  goddess with a star soaked heart.  «

[homesteadchronicles]

KINGDOM COME: Writing Excerpt     (”Down the Path of Penance”)

Another night of inspiration, another piece released. Albeit much shorter than my last excerpt, this touches on an important subject: the dichotomy between the newfound prince and the once-princess. The intent here was to work on their dynamic, balancing between the bickering and bantering siblings often switch between on a dime, and divulge more of this nation’s mysteries.

Did it work? Let me know! For now, kick back and read on...

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EXCERPT DETAILS:

PROJECT: Kingdom Come CHAPTER: Royan VII (The Undying) CHARACTERS: - Royan Godewine: Norian prince, knight captain, reluctant heir to the throne - Sigrid Godewine: Former princess, adoptive sister to Royan, daughter of the now-deceased king SETTING: - The Path of Penance: The primary street leading from the city gate to the Waymaker Cathedral at the capital’s heart - Almsgard: A fortress city built into a mountain that serves as the capital of Norire - Norire: One of the seven kingdoms who lost their king in the last war CONTEXT: - On the morning of a nationwide memorial service for their fallen king, Royan and Sigrid prepare to transport the casket down the Path of Penance

CONTENT WARNING(S): Referenced Character Death

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Had it not been for the diadem weighing down his own hair, Royan would not have realized: Sigrid had traded her veil for a crown.

Although their king left no widow in his wake, Norian culture dictated that the next of kin would instead take up the mourning wear in their parent’s stead. For Sigrid, it meant swallowing her pride and slipping into a gown as gray as the grave. Like the smoke of a funeral pyre, Royan thought, the echoes of their childhood history lessons coming back to him now. Like the ash left behind in the fire’s wake.

The image of Sigrid in steel and silver had become such a common sight that this dress seemed all the more drab in comparison. Even the wolf pelt draped about her shoulders could not salvage her visage. What did it matter? The absence of a veil left few eyes looking elsewhere.

“You know,” Royan said, with an upward gaze and upturned lips, “this is the one time I can say ‘no one wants to see your face’ and you don’t have the right to beat me up. You’re sort of stealing my thunder here!”

Sigurd snorted. “No one would be staring at your ugly mug either way.” Her horse chose then to swat him with its tail, in unspoken cahoots with its caretaker. “But if you mean the veil, I won’t be wearing it.”

“Oh, now I see,” Royan replied, propped up against the makeshift casket. “You have a death wish!” He slapped the stone beneath him until it sang in agreement. “Good thing there’s room: we’ll have to squeeze you in. If Mom doesn’t throw you to the wolves herself.”

“She might have,” Sigrid agreed, “had it not been her idea.”

“...pardon?”

“Your mother decided to send a message: that it was time our kingdom moved on. For five years now, they’ve stood still, waiting for some savior to say they can keep going without their old king.”

His sister turned to him, perhaps for the first time that day. It must have been, for how else would he have missed the conviction and contrition, each smoldering like embers in her eyes? “Haven’t you noticed? Noticed the...the nothing in them!? How their tears freeze before they leave their face, hands numb to the ones they hold. Our people have forgotten how to feel, Royan!”

Sigrid confronted the crowd awaiting their grief-stricken royal, defiant and dignified. “I won’t deprive them of a princess in pain. No, they will see what it means to weep and walk forward.” In a whisper, almost too soft to be anything but a prayer, she said, “I only hope they follow in my footsteps...”

And then, she pressed on.

[divinefelt]

                                                ❝     i  have  cried  all  my  tears .                                                              all  that’s  left  is  anger .     ❞ 

 ―  pin board.

STATISTICS.

name :   zahra azhdeha kabiri.

age :   2,581 years , appears mid 30′s.

gender :   cisfemale ( she & her ).

orientation :   homosexual , demiromantic.

species :   dragyn , ethereal dynasty.

occupation :   performer ( fire dancer ) at the haus of millennium.

residence :   sherman lofts in sioux falls - 1 bed , 1 bath.  lives alone.

//  more statistical info found here.  

BIOGRAPHY.

zahra was once a meek girl born the bastard daughter to the king of the persian empire.  she’d be sold to an egyptian general older than even her father as soon as she was able as a token of good faith.  with the birth of her three children and their safety on the line , she took a dagger to her husband.  she’d then travel home and slit the throats of the king and every male heir.  she’d be crowned empresss and would rule with a good heart.  but another being would turn his eyes towards her and turn her into a horrendous dragyn.  zahra would have fire and blood for her enemies , but while she attempted to be good towards her people , some still only saw her as a beast. 

so , appearing as a divine saviour , a macedonian king would gather an army and look towards the persian empire.  at the peak of which , she’d be chained and thrown beneath a mountain.  zahra would spend nearly two millennia trapped underground before she’d awaken to find the chains unfettered.  it’d take years for her to gain a semblance of her previous strength back while at the same time looking upon a vastly different world.  her children , previously transformed into gargoyles , surely hadn’t survived.  yet she searches for them anyway.  one journey had her run into the performers of the haus of millennium , and with a heart needing family , she joined them.  

the troupe has just moved to south dakota , though zahra is restless in this place.  there is a familiar sense pulling at her that she’s only felt twice before.  it’s naive , but she’s hopeful that this may be the place where she’ll reunite with her children , and follow that sense towards the one who put their lips to her hand all those years ago and started her on this bloody journey.

//  more biographical info found here.

CONNECTIONS.

GENERAL SPECIES VIEWS

the gargoyles / the dominion :   zahra considers gargoyles friends , unless personally shown otherwise.  her first glimpse into the world of the supernatural started with the knowledge of such creatures.  her bias for them only grew as she became friends with astarte and as her children were turned into gargoyles so they could stay together for eternity.  as for the dominion as a whole , zahra knows little about the organization save that they are very influential and that several of astartes’ children are in it ( as well as her own son , but that’s not known to her yet ).  i’m sure that members , or at least high - ranking members of the dominion have heard rumors of zahra floating around.  so whether or not they see her as a threat , or an asset is up to the organization and the individual.  i’d love any connection from friends to enemies , to using her as a weapon or all banding together to kill her idk but i want it all

the weyrs :   way back when , when she was still learning about the supernatural world , zahra first thought that perhaps she was related to the weyrcreatures.  they both had other animalistic forms hidden beneath a human visage and perhaps by learning about them , she could learn about herself.  little came of it though besides a shared camaraderie in hiding who one truely was behind a passable visage.  (  though zahra doesn’t know this yet , her eldest daugher , nazli , was killed by a weyr pack like 1500 years ago.  the pack is probably extinct by now , but if there’s some connection there ya can think of , hmu.  also , when she learns of that she isn’t going to be too friendly to them 0.0 )

the wytches :   when her possible relation to the weyrs didn’t pan out , she sought out wytches next.  though hesitant , she had several ancient rituals performed on her to figure out her origin , but all pointed towards the heavens.  this was interpreted different ways by different casters , but zahra eventually came to the conclusion that whatever cursed her was something divine.  

the meyrfolk :   zahra hates large bodies of open water with a passion.  she hasn’t met many meyrs due to this reason though she still finds them fascinating.  basically someone needs to convince zahra to go for a swim or take her to the aquarium or smthng

the dieties :   she had turned her mind away from the heavens after she’d become the beast she is today and a frutiless search for the one who’d done the deed.  but they have not turned away from her.  her master , father , creator ; whatever you want to call them , is still watching.  they were the one who gave the usurpers the chains that were able to bind her , and the one to release her a mere century ago.  though she doesn’t know , his eyes watch on from afar , though coming closer and closer , and surely other dieties have noticed the beast walking their earth and the way their sibling is always watching.

the hunters :   in the eyes of hunters , dagyns are actual mythical creatures.  or at least , they’re so rare there hasn’t been a proven sighting in several hundred , perhaps thousands , years.  apart from otherworldly beings , dragyns are the creatures to kill if you want your name to live on forever amongst other hunters forever.  so , i’d love if a crazy , foolhardy , valiant hunter came after zahra.  either to actually hunt and try to kill her , or maybe to just do research on her species to write down in some hunter field guide !

INTERPERSONAL CONNECTIONS 

the haus of millennium :    true to her nature , zahra is a fire dancer. when she performs , she feels some semblance of her old life again. the worry and memories that plague her stop for the few mintues that all eyes are on her.  the only time she can breathe is when being bathed in her own inferno.  so if there are any characters that are in the haus , or patrons coming to watch and notice her on the street , ect , ect

the secret  :    she may be millenna old , but anger is still alight in her veins. a persistant fan follows her home after the show.  she yells at them to leave , but steps continue in her direction. a shout comes from the small woman , a hand is lifted and then the fan is alight in an inferno. it burns for only a few mintues before nothing is left behind but ashes on the wind and scorched asphalt. the woman shakes her head and continues on her way , not knowing another was watching from afar with a camera in hand and an impossible event captured on photograph.

a diety :   they’ve noticed how the olympian watches their creation from afar.  they know they are prone to death and destruction , so what better way to deliver such than a creature of fire and blood ?  whether this diety wants to urge on the olympian’s plan , or as taken a liking to zahra , ect , ect

a friend with benefits :   needs are needs , especially after a hugely disorienting rest under the earth’s surface for two millennia.  they were acquaintances first and fell head first into something more physical.  whether or not her partner feels the same , zahra is struggling with maybe feeling something more ?

a budding romance :   it’s not truly a feeling she’s ever felt before.  sure , she holds love for her children and the wind beneath her wings , but a romantic love isn’t something she’s too familiar with.  already , it’s all-encompassing and she can’t get your muse off her mind.  it’s annoying , but she finds she loves it.  and now awkward flirting and dated courting will ensue.

++ everything else y’all throw at me cause i actually suck at plotting and connections so pls come yell at me 

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—   𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐘𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒.  

She could forgive the girl who had needed a captain of the guard to offer stability after a year in hell ; forgive the girl who had needed a captain to be her champion. But she was her own champion now.

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—   𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐘𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒.

“ you will find, rolfe, that one does not deal with celaena sardothien. one survives her. “

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—   𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐘𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒.  

“ there are no gods left to watch, i’m afraid. and there are no gods left to help you now, aelin galathynius. ” aelin smiled, and goldryn burned brighter. " i am a god. ”  

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—   𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐘𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒.  

She could forgive the girl who had needed a captain of the guard to offer stability after a year in hell ; forgive the girl who had needed a captain to be her champion. But she was her own champion now.   

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—   𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐘𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒.

aelin galathynius, queen of terrasen, knew the time would soon come to prove just how much she’d bleed for erilea.

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Tony & Lena Stark - 1 / ?

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Commander Selena Stark Shepard

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Quit hurting yourself, darling.

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aelin.

i. visage. » she was the heir of ash and fire. « i. aesthetic. » she was wildfire. deadly and uncontrollable. « i. music. » they sang their laments in the language of the fae. « i. about. » and death had been her good friend these long years. « i. desires. » and none could hope to control her fire. « i. headcanons. » the queen of flame and shadow ; the heir of fire. « i. character study. » one does not deal with her ; one survives her. «