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[babyloncurse]

In this land, the fae that had fostered a complex and harmonious structure were no better than moths to a flame. Too easily they gave into the impulse of curiosity, Avory believed, and he knew it would easily provide a miracle or a curse. His very being, his presence in this realm, was evident of the fortune of better luck. Has many chances did they carry still aligned to their favor?

"Not enough to satisfy your dysphoria," He announces. It is not without effort that Avory has made his own inquiries between different courts, but these dragonkeepers are as stunned and stunted as they are. "They aren't quite sure what's happened, but I'm making efforts to do what I can with what little they do provide."

After a breath, he gives into the concern he can see ripple over the surface. He has enough faith to believe it's not only his own thought, and he delivers it with a casualty that glazes over the haunting of the sentiment.

"Though, I'm not quite sure this isn't the first time this has happened. After all, aside from their reptilian friends, they do not contrast us vastly enough. We might as well gather who are our friends, and enemies," He muses. "Fae are not like men, but the unknown is a fear across all creatures. Sooner or later, the brilliance of this court will turn to brass. But who's to say we won't return just as easily as we were brought here— or will it take an effort we have yet to consider?"

STATUS : CLOSED ⟳ @babyloncurse ;; avory

to  those,  particularly  the  inner  circle  of  the  night  court,  who  knew  the  commander  well  enough,  knew  without  a  word  that  daemati  had  no  fond  feelings  for  this  court  nor  it's  fae.  his  features  remained  impassive  as  he  studied  their  hosts  and  the  reptiles  hovering  above  them,  and  whole  those  around  him,  for  the  most  part,  remained  awestruck  or  far  too  curious  for  their  own  good,  kalore  was  not  fooled  with  these  lands.  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  they  may  attack  or  far  worse,  given  what  he  had  gathered  in  their  short  time  here,  and  the  nature  of  their  very  creator,  the  commander  could  not  leave  anything  to  chance. his  gaze  tracks  their  emissary  just  awhile  before  sunset  -  former  human  turned  fae,  for  a  time  kalore  held  a  deep  distaste  for  the  man,  more  so  when  he  had  joined  their  inner  circle.  the  deamati  should  not  be  so  surprised  given  how  that  their  high  lord  had  little  mind  to  run  a  court  or  appoint  the  inner  circle  members.  overtime  his  inner  circle  had  proven  themselves,  one  by  one.  still,  kalore  often  wondered  what  their  court  could  be  if  their  idiot  high  ruler  was  not  on  the  seat.  fates,  would  he  would  have  transformed  their  court  further  into  had  kal  the  chance  to  be  on  the  high  seat.  his  high  lord  was  nowhere  to  be  seen,  but  that  was  not  a  surprise  either,  the  commander  had  long  learned  he  much  preferred  to  high  than  to  be  of  use. with  his  personal  spies  already  on  the  work  of  digging  out  anything  imperative  of  this  so  called  dusk  court,  it  would  not  be  long  before  the  daemati  uncovered  these  secrets  of  this  unknown  land.  his  mood  certainly  remained  less  than  pleasant  of  his  missing  gifts  that  had  not  yet  returned  to  him.  the  commander's  looming  frame  settles  not  too  far  from  avory,  onyx  hues  glancing  around  their  surroundings,  he  found  that  ignoring  the  screeching  retiles  proved  a  far  more  difficult  task.  "were  you  be  able  to  uncover  much  from  their  emissary?"  the  commander  inquires,  a  glass  of  whisky  in  his  hand,  its  taste  questionable  but  it  would  do  it's  job  for  now.

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how i would beg, medusa, for her to look at me, and midas, for his golden clutch / all of this would ruin me / but at least i would be seen and touched.

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘how can i escape my mind?’

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"Without much rhyme or reason, I presume," Avory nodded, frustration with current circumstances more apparent this time around. While he had grown accustomed to the constant jaunts between courts, they had been completed with purpose. This held a complexity he had yet to make peace with. Too easily he fell in love with the unknown, and out of it just as quickly when it's luster was corrupted with the agony of his court. "While I do enjoy a sparkling disaster, I prefer to remain the observer. This is proving that we are all in the thick of it. What has your nobility taken of it?"

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adjusting to a new court was nothing new to the female. having already moved from the summer court where she grew up to the dawn court where her father was from. admittedly she wasn't as prepared for this one. leaving the winter court she had time to say goodbye. this was abrupt, however she had hopes that maybe she'd meet people that she knew of as well as new people here. "avory, you find yourself here as well?" the brunette asked the other. "i would assume that means that all of the courts are here?" .

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There were pieces of Avory that didn't quite belong together, fragments that could have too easily been claimed by a different nature. His crown of hair turned to gold under the sun, but just as easily was stripped to a pale luster in the night. Lips, bitten from impatience on his accord or another's, bloomed blush against pale skin. Even the way he moved was carefully crafted to appease the sway of any court.

The other's assumption was nearly perfect. To be exorcised of the remnants of the day court put her in his favor too quickly, and he entertains their evocation. "Night, but not without effort. Though you're quite a creature to study, as well. I don't believe it's the day court. Might I assume you're from a place far more brighter than this court has to offer?"

@babyloncurse ... eden & avory.

the   one   place   that   brought   eden   joy,   and   comfort,   in   this   strange   place   was   the   gardens.   it   reminded   her   of   home,   especially,   at   high   noon   with   the   sun   high   in   the   sky   and   its   rays   beam   down   at   her.   there   isn't   nearly   enough   flowers   but   still   it   was   enough.   the   recovering   fae   opened   her   eyes   hearing   the   pebbles   shift.   she   opened   her   dark   hues   and   turn   to   the   man.   "dusk   or   night?"   she   asked,   moving   her   hand   up   to   shield   the   sun.   "it   is   hard   to   tell   who   you   belong   to."

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when owls call the breathless moon in the blue veil of the night the shadows of the trees appear amidst the lantern light we've been rambling all the night and some time of this day now returning back again we bring a garland gay

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There is something about her presence that Avory has yet to find the word for, but it always comes with a startling idolization. He finds himself studying her just as she does to him, he's certain of it. Elysia's responsibilities are far from his own. Where he has the responsibility of appeasing others, a skillset he finds far too much amusement in doing the contrast, she has a dedication to finding the right person to appease the other.

Whether she is innocent or wise, Avory has yet to distinguish. There are times he doesn't seek to understand it. She is a saint he keeps on the highest shelf, admiration for her stubbornness and her devotion. Maybe he has yet to entertain crossing her because he hopes to carry some semblance of her in him.

"That is dependent on how you define alone." He's willing to make the confession if she makes it hard for him to deny it. "I may have to ask you the same, for clarity."

to: @babyloncurse location: by a balcony somewhere

"Avory Beauvaris," his name slipped from Elysia’s lips with practiced ease. Names and faces had always come naturally to her, and she’d encountered Avory enough times to know him well. There was something about difficult people that drew her in, though she couldn’t quite explain why. Somehow, despite the odds, they had formed a bond—one she considered friendship, even if others might not see it that way. She regarded him with fondness, and what more could her attempts at matchmaking him have revealed?

"I must say, I’m glad to see you here." Elysia had been standing by the balcony for a while, her olive eyes fixed on the sky as dragons circled above, their deadly grace a mesmerizing sight. She had been lost in thought until something, or rather someone, finally caught her attention. A gentle smile touched her lips as she approached him, one hand clasped over the other in front of her.

"Have you come here alone, as well?"

[babyloncurse]

Can we talk about the Lestat walk, because there's a walk that's not Sam's and it's incredible.

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"You're going to have to be more precise." A sigh escapes his lips, exasperation diluted for the sake of appearances as it stains his pout. Avory had no intentions of entertaining the fae that he believed looked better as decoration to the scene laid out. Admiration could be given to Icarion if only he preserved it with his silence. "Infidelity and lust aren't quite exclusive to my reputation. You should know as the consequence of such acts."

His touch should be dull, nothing against healed bellicosity. Memory, however, sets it aflame. Avory is drawn to it like a child playing with fire for the first time who is enticed by it's warmth but too easily burned. Icarion serves as a testament to that blissful apathy he has to bury over and over again.

Avory leans into his grasp, catching the remnants of a spring's decay in his company. Let him claim the reminiscence of how he let Avory wither into the night. "If they wanted to make it their weapon, they knew I would be expensive. Some creatures take care of their young, or leave them be where they will thrive. I'm not quite certain you're familiar with that practice when you were once in the trade of stealing princes."

to: @babyloncurse's avory beauvaris location: a random lil room in the dusk court bc im not creative enough

"The whore of the Night Court," Icarion declared, his voice cutting through the stillness of the room with an almost deliberate sharpness. The sound reverberated off the walls, blending with the soft crackling of the fire that provided the only warmth in the dimly lit space. The distant murmur of voices drifted through the closed door, a reminder of the crowd outside, but inside, there was only the weight of Icarion's words.

Sapphire hues locked onto Avory’s distant figure, his arm draped casually over the back of the couch, as if the cruel title he had just spoken was nothing more than a casual remark. "That’s what they call you, isn’t it?" he continued, his tone laced with amusement. "I’m sure you wear that crown with immense pride."

With an almost lazy grace, Icarion rose from his seat, closing the distance between them until he stood just feet away from the blonde. His gaze zeroed in on the faint scar just below Avory’s neck, the nearly invisible mark that bore testament to a past encounter—a warning left by Icarion’s own hand. Rough, calloused fingers reached out, brushing lightly over the small bump, a touch that was more possessive than affectionate. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as the memory flickered in his mind.

"So, what got you in the inner circle?" Icarion’s voice dropped to a near whisper, his smirk deepening. "Sleeping your way to the top, or did they fall for that silver tongue of yours again?"

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"Do you really want to commit this stale landscape to canvas?" Avory inquired, instigation laced into each vowel with care.

There was no denying the unkempt beauty of the dusk court but he wouldn't give into it too quickly. He was vulnerable to any new luster and this realm could easily infatuate him with how it had yet to be corrupted by the insecurities of the other courts. Their structure, while admirable, had often dulled its nature in his eyes. Then again, anything new had brilliance in his eyes.

"I suppose it would be an appropriate post mortem," He sighed. "I doubt it'll survive its evolution without much change. Someone must commit it to the texts, after all."

open starter for choi sunhee ( artist from the night court ) @ofcourtfablesarchive

sunhee had never really been one to venture far from her home, so finding herself in the dusk court was far from what she could have ever expected. as much as she hated to admit it she was kind of terrified about being in this new place. the only thing she remotely was okay was the fact that there was definitely some pretty scenes that she could paint. scenes that she hadn't seen before. the only thing that hindered her being able to paint any of the scenes she was seeing was that she wasn't able to get back to her studio. sunhee was going to need to find supplies or a studio here if she was going to want to paint at all. "umm, do you by any chance know where an art studio might be?" she asked awkwardly. "or where i could get art supplies?"

[babyloncurse]

Sam Reid as Lestat de Lioncourt Interview with the Vampire (2022-) 2.08 — "And That's The End of It. There's Nothing Else"

[babyloncurse]

ABOUT AVORY | Stain glass windows in my mind, I regret you all the time.

‘ sam reid, cis-man, he/him, 37 / 231 , cauldron made high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems AVORY BEAUVARIS has finally made it to the capital, the EMISSARY/AMBASSADOR from the NIGHT COURT is said to be PERCEPTIVE and is said to describe themselves with THE SALTED KISS OF HOT SUMMER NIGHTS, MOONLIGHT TWISTED IN GILDED BRAIDS FOR A NAMELESS MAN'S CROWN, JADED SWEET NOTHINGS THAT HAVE LOST THEIR LUSTER UNTIL WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU'D ALWAYS HAVE IS GONE and with all of this in mind their IMPULSIVE nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

CHARACTER BASICS

FULL NAME: Avory Beauvaris

NICKNAMES: That son of a bitch right there, the court whore, bitch ass bob, etc.

PHYSICAL AGE: Thirty-Seven

PSYCHOLOGICAL AGE: Two Hundred Thirty-Two

GENDER IDENTITY & PRONOUNS: Cis man, He/Him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

FACE CLAIM: Sam Reid

EYE COLOR: Blonde

HAIR COLOR: Blue

HEIGHT: 5′10″

DATE OF BIRTH: August 27th

ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo

SPECIES: Cauldron Made High Fae

COURT: Formerly Day Court, presently Night Court

OCCUPATION: Ambassador of the Night Court

POSITIVE TRAITS: Silver tongue, Perceptive, Resourceful

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Manipulative, Impulsive, Impatient

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral

CHARACTER HISTORY

As the eldest of the Orchis line, delicacy with luxury and duty had been ground into his bones since the day his blonde crown curled to catch the sun in his hair. However, this promise of godlihood was revoked upon the wars of his kind. As compromise and an attempt to keep on eye on such a threat to the crown, the Orchis family was kept in court in a gilded cage.

He never sought power. It had ripped his family and their tapestry of resilience to nothing more than loose threads. When they were summoned to court, he knew their intentions were to keep a potential enemy and threat to the crown close. His loyalty was to those of his name who remained, and he abided by every shackle they placed upon them. They were not guests, and they were not their equals. The Orchis family were pawns and pretty little things to torment sweetly.

He did not object to marriage, but still indulged himself in secret against every rule given to him. His matrimony was just another way to tether him to the castle. This was challenged upon the introduction of a creature he'd never quite seen before, one he was certain was of heavenly descent. They had claimed he'd proven himself to be worthy, full of the fortitude they longed for. He'd been given the chance to escape everything, and he gave in.

By then, the prince that never was had been lost. The Day Court had been given another fair child that was as radiant as morning light, the sweetest summer child that never faded with the turn of the seasons. He took the name of his spouse and was reborn as Avory Beauvaris.

PRESENT DAY

Avory's resilience and fortitude, however, did not serve in the ways his new partner had anticipated. He was infatuated with the new world and old habits would hardly rest— even more so under the guise of such charming magic. Once more, he had wandered away from vows and found solace in the arms of another. His affair lead him to the Night Court, where he proved his loyalty in providing every secret and wonder with ease. He was quick to protect himself and his waning ignorance over the years, demonstrating a new found wisdom to get away with any misstep.

His silver tongue was eventually put to use by the court, elevating him to Ambassador.

PERSONALITY

Avory stands out against the Night Court not only because of his former affiliation to their counterpart, but the remnants of his former self. His hair seems white in their shadows but even the moonlight catches the gilded strands. They come to life under the sun, almost tricking other courts of brighter days that he could be theirs. It proves for an easy manipulation as the familiar will always have the upper hand.

While he does come across as out of place at times, he instills a sense of intrigue. Avory is quick to indulge others in crafted sense of amusement and always finds a way to get what he needs, or the means to meet a request he must fulfill.

He's since lost his need to prove himself, and now relishes even the slightest conflict he can enact. However, he never starts something he can't finish. He's always carefully placed himself in a position to be the catalyst or the remedy.

TLDR

Avory is a cauldron born high fae who was chosen by a member of the day court. The prince who never was in the mortal realm was stolen, and raised into his potential amongst the fae. However, old habits die hard. He started an affair with someone in the Night Court and joined their forced, eventually being recognized for charismatic silver tongue and being promoted to ambassador. It's been quite some time, and he's still fairly new at his new position, but he's a spectacle you have to entertain just to see where it'll go. Otherwise, he has a reputation for being the court whore.

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Cade's mouth was left agape at the notion of Patrick leaving him strung up, only to let out a scoff when he turned back. Sure, it wasn't the other's responsibility to save him, but the concept of being a good samaritan was held to a higher degree here than it ever was in the concrete jungle Cade hailed from.

"I agreed because I was told there was a key," Cade sighed. "Figured out that was a lie after fact. They said they were gonna go and get it, and it's been about three hours. At this point, I'm not beyond taking the bedframe with me just to get something to eat."

oh cade. it shouldn't surprise patrick in the slightest, the view in front of him right now. as if someone could ever get into more trouble than what they were already in living in a world of actual night terrors, cade seemed to want to prove them wrong every single time. patrick rolled his eyes, and then nodded. "ah, i see, i will let you continue," and then he pretended to walk away, before turning back, his hands moving to the cuffs. "how do you always end up like this?" he asked, not unlike a parent scolding their teenage boy. "where's the key?"

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the birds will still sing, your folks will still fight the boards will still creak, the leaves will still die we ain't angry at you, love we'll be waitin' for you, love and we'll all be here forever and we'll all be here forever sure will

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The taste was never inviting, but the best things never were. Instant gratification was the result of an artificial film, a trick. Nothing Cade knew was worth anything at all provided immediate remedy, satiation, or pleasure. Despite the texture and probably the dirt he'd stuck in his mouth, he chewed it thoughtfully.

Plucking a few berries and gathering them into his shirt, he turned to River at their question. If it it required asking, it required caution, didn't it? He was just never sure if the hesitation was his to carry or the other person's.

"You can ask anything you want, just can't guarantee an answer," Cade taunted, smirk twitching into his cheek. "Unless it's about something that's gone missing. I can swear you're not gonna get it back. Otherwise, shoot."

“ that sounds like a great spot, let’s do it, ”      the agreement came fast, propelled by the nagging vigilance nesting between her lungs, threatening to choke her at the first sight of familiar silky hair braided to a side she had the chance to catch.  despite the feeling, she received her share merrily, the promise that the shrooms resting on her palm made bolstering her smile.  only a distracted nod, eyes still studying the content she held, was the only response to cade’s instructions.     “ they look awesome, thanks, man. ”     river started to move in the direction of the crops, thinking about the spot cade had just mentioned and the berries that made it so distinguishable — they were the kind with purple juices that tinted whatever it touched, and river liked to pop them between her fingers until every single one of her tips was pigmented and sticky.  daintily, she threw the first mushroom into her mouth to chew  —if it was gonna take an hour, she better started now—  and then turned to him, uncertainty mantling her features once more:     “ can i ask you something ? ”     of all the people living at the house, cade was the only one minding his own business enough for river to feel comfortable asking him about her sister. and yes, perhaps she was gonna chicken out mid-question if he allowed it, but the thought was there and she had to try.

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Cade liked to think he had a way with words, that he knew just what to say to save himself until he'd lost Olivia. After that, he didn't have a single vowel that sounded right. Just the sound of his own voice hurt, and it was only in the adrenaline of desperation that he found his voice again. It had driven him to a few people who he'd managed to keep around, Zelda included, who at the very least understood his fight.

He'd found himself again when he tapped into the station and called out for his sister. Every night he willed her to listen, Cade could feel hopeful again. It was only then that the world wasn't too loud or too fast. It stopped turning just for a moment so he could have the faith she was catching up to him.

Zelda, however, seemed to be better at reason than he was. That he would never deny. She proved it now, just days after being thrown into a realm that defied it and moments into reunion that Cade tossed her his woe.

"Harry Potter, really?" He couldn't help the chuckle that came out, heavy with the sentiment he tried to recover from. It helped, though, in it's own way. An echo of the past and a concept engrained at such a young age coming back to him should have made it an easier pill to swallow. A sniffle echoed off of it, and he nodded. "You've got me, too. Next time the one blowing snot into the dirt can be you, I promise. There's only so many people in this place you know from before, and it's shit to be thankful for it, but it's all we've got."

He took another breath, trying to steady his breathing similar to that of Zelda's beside him.

"I still talk to her," He admitted. "I get whatever channel they have here, and I talk to her. She's nowhere, and we're all somewhere else. I don't know if she's around to hear it, but it's all I've got left."

Zelda didn't blame him for dumping all of his emotions on her so fast. She could imagine that she was one of the very few he felt comfortable talking to about this. For a moment, she can't help but look at him the same way she would look at her patients as an intern. He reeked of pain, and it only became all the more evident from the look on his face.

She can feel his sadness, and normally by now there would have been some tears shed. Maybe she cried so much that day that they all dried up. Instead, she looks over at him as he continues speaking, and nods slowly at all of his words. It was her own way of providing affirmation without having to interrupt him.

"It's all fucked." The words finally leave her mouth despite knowing they would not provide him the comfort he sought. "People will shower you with sentiment for a couple of months, then expect you to get over it, but you don't. It stays a part of you forever. The grief that comes with loss doesn't come with an instruction manual, and it makes you feel lost." A crooked smile etches her lips, attempting to offer some kind of reassurance.

"It's okay to feel like you've lost your way. You have to be patient with yourself, and remember this feeling will fade away someday. You're not alone in this. You have... me." She feels a sense of awkwardness at shedding such vulnerability with him, but she feels better in knowing this may have helped him, even if it was a momentary thing. What would Xander do in a situation like this? What would she have wanted to hear when she was in a dark place?

"Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light." Zelda reaches out to gently place her hand atop his own, offering a more sincere smile. "Things won't always be fucked, Cade."

[babyloncurse]

we can meet in the middle bodies and souls collide dance in the moonlight where all the stars align oh you and i, oh you and i, oh

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PVRIS // White Noise: first lines

Part VIII // Mirrors