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wiickedhearts​:

This was the type of thing Lucian lived for. The festival was one his favorite nights of the year. Not to mention it had a tendency to be a rather…profitable night for him. And for the guild. Many of its members could be found working at the festival. And while Lucian was mostly here to simply enjoy the night, he wouldn’t turn down an opportunity if one presented itself.

And as an elf walked past him, Lucian’s wandering gaze caught sight of some rather lovely jewelry on their wrist. But as soon as he starts to think about how to best acquire said jewelry, an all too familiar voice is at his ear, the sudden closeness sending a shiver up his spine.

“What? Who? Me?” He’s quick to shove his hands in his pockets, doing his best to appear as innocent as possible. “Nope. Not at all. I’m actually rather offended you would even suggest that.” He glances at Theo, unable to stop the smile that crossed his features. “But feel free to spend the festival with me if you don’t trust me, I won’t complain.”

          Aristeo was far from self-centered, but he did enjoy being right. Over time he had grown to know Lucian very well. Well, if not his past, then his body language definitely. He could easily tell when the other man was up to no good. He always had a feeling about those things that he couldn’t quite explain

          “Yes, you,” he replied, his smile growing wider seeing Luc suddenly put his hands in his pockets. “Don’t pretend to be offended. I can see straight through you,” Theo lightly laughed keeping to walk beside him. “If you insist! I need to make sure you keep your sticky fingers to yourself,” he teased with a tilt of his head and a small smirk. “Or on me,” he added gently pulling Lucian’s hand out of his pocket and taking it in his. They had exchanged touches and a few kisses in the privacy of Theo’s smithy, but never outside of it. After losing his family Theo never had a feeling he could open up to someone, therefore there hadn’t been public displays of affection for many years. Having Lucian’s hand in his was a big step for him, but it was one he was taking gladly. “What do you want to do first?” he asked with a smile and looked at Lucian as he intertwined their fingers.

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wxundcd​:

the reaction her had expected of her made him smirk. she had definitely hoped for a stranger instead of him, but it wasn’t even an insult to him, it just made it more amusing somehow. “ and who says i’m not here to find myself a wife ? ” but the expression on his face told otherwise and the lie was too obvious. even if one was not aware of where he got his coin and what he spent his days doing, he did not look like a nobleman or a commoner. men like him did not marry. he never even let himself wonder about the possibility of marriage with his lifestyle. “ in my defense, i originally had other plans. but why would i lose this opportunity if it was given to me? ” malakai explained, observing her somewhat cautiously. “ i thought i didn’t have as much influence on you to ruin your night. ” if she were to have that power over him, admitting it to her would be the last thing he’d want to do. 

malakai hadn’t predicted that she’d lose her footing, but he had a feeling something was about to happen, when she took those steps back on a ground this rough, without even a glance over her shoulder. he took a big step towards her and caught a hold of her arm to prevent her from falling past the tree as an instinct. the realization of her being so close to him came with him not wanting her to leave. he let his hand slide up her arm to her neck, as he looked down at her. “ seems like you’ll need help getting back. ”

          “You? A wife? Please! You’re making me laugh,” she snorted at his words. Kai had never seemed like one, who’d want to settle down and marry someone. Besides, she was sure there was nobody who’d be able to live with him and his annoying personality for more than a week. It was clear he was there just to mess with her, he didn’t even need to say it, Celestia already knew. “And you changed those plans to annoy me. Hmm... Either you absolutely love to do it or you just can’t keep away from me. Which one is it, mh?” she asked looking at him with a smirk. “You kind of do. But not today,” she replied with her head raised proudly.

          As much as she tried to be graceful, Celestia had no such luck. Her dress and the flora had other plans for her - to trip and fall. She expected a collision with the ground, but it never came. Instead the next thing she knew Kai had his arm wrapped around her and he was holding her firmly. Him catching her would be no big deal, but to her surprise he didn’t let go of her. He kept holding her close and even letting his hand slide up to her neck. “I can do it on my own,” she replied, but didn’t make a move to step away from him. Her traitorous body reacted to his being so close, memories of their night together flooded her mind. Why did they need to come back? Fucking bastards. She couldn’t pull away from him, instead her eyes fell to his lips wishing she could taste them again. “Sometimes I really, really hate you,” she breathed, her gaze going from his lips to his eyes. It was more like a reminder to herself instead of her letting him know about her feelings.

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          She sat in her private chambers in silence as Stark tended to her wound. She hated having him here and hated him taking care of her, Celestia could do it herself! But he saw her when she was trying to sneakily walk through the hallways with her upper arm hugged and bleeding. Her dress was surely ruined, especially with the cut in the sleeve.

          “You don’t have to do this, I can take care of myself,” she said breaking the heavy silence, but he didn’t say a word. Celestia hated when Stark talked, but she hated even more when he was keeping silent. She had no idea what was going on in his head. Was he thinking she was some damsel in distress? Or was he plotting a revenge to whoever did this to her? She most likely would never know.

          Once the job was done and her arm was looking better, she was ready to kick him out of the room, when he finally spoke. She took a moment to think over her answer. “It was an accident. I was clumsy and I tripped,” she replied with no emotions. It wasn’t a complete lie. She did trip, but it was because she had another of those nasty arguments with her older half-brother, he was coming at her, there was a set of an empty knight’s armor holding a sword in his study, Celestia tripped and her arm grazed the sword. “You should better go before someone sees you coming out of my chambers, they might think we slept together,” she added with her usual disgust, but it didn’t quite felt the same. Celestia was a bit too shaken up.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 + 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ! @cfwarricrs​

stark   is   quiet   as   he   assesses   the   wound,   nimble   fingers   wrapping   the   gauze   around   and   around,   pressing   celestia’s   skin   together   tightly.   it’s   the   best   work   he’s   ever   done.   he’s   not   particularly   crafty   when   it   comes   to   patching   up   his   own   wounds,   but   it   is   always   because   he   can’t   be   bothered   to   care   enough.

for   celestia,   however,   he   does   his   best   to   be   gentle   and   attentive.   he   doesn’t   miss   a   thing,   not   a   𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑,   not   a   drop   of   blood   -   nothing   gets   past   his   careful   eyes.   even   the   expression   she   wears   is   one   he   dissects   carefully,   although   he   doesn’t   say   a   word.   ⁱᵗ’ˢ   ᵗʰᵉ   ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ   ᵗⁱᵐᵉ   ʰᵉ’ˢ   ᵇᵉᵉⁿ   ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ   ⁱⁿ   ʰᵉʳ   ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ.   the   darkness   of   his   demeanour   hangs   over   the   two   of   them   like   a   cloud.   the   tension   is   obvious,   and   even   when   celestia   speaks   to   him   stark   says   nothing   in   return.

it   is   only   when   he’s   finished   does   he   take   a   step   back   to   take   a   good   look   at   his   work.   he’s   done   the   best   that   he   can,   and   for   that   he   is   satisfied.   when   he’s   certain   that   she   is   no   longer   going   to   bleed   out   on   his   table   does   he   meet   her   gaze,   his   expression   somber.

“   tell   me   what   happened,   ”   he   says,   but   these   words   are   not   him   asking,   they   are   him   commanding.

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𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔰 — closed — @divinc​ ; 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 — the festival site ; 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 — during the Festival of Light and Harvest .

          Elise had found Silagui in the crowd and Aidan didn’t want to come in between them, he wanted to let them talk, so he stood a bit further away, but he just couldn’t stop sneaking some glances at Elise that were full with never-ending love and adoration. They were married for almost half a year now, but he was still riding that high from her finally being his wife.

          As soon as Sila walked away, Aidan closed the distance between him and his gorgeous wife like it was nothing. “Hello my beautiful wife,” he hummed in her ear, wrapping his arms around her from her back. “Will you do me the honors and come dance with me?”

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✤ - Moving/putting up their hair, showing off the back of their neck //idiot blood mages

          Having Lucian near him while Theo was working in the smithy was nothing new. At this point he was starting to think the other man was spending more time with Theo than at his own home, but he didn’t mind that. Even though it was distracting at times, he loved having Lucian around.

          It could get quite hot at the smithy, it was just normal. But for some reason this time Lucian had decided he should put up his hair in a small bun. Theo almost didn’t notice it as he was working on a dagger, it was only when Lucian passed by looking around and admiring the finished weapons Theo had put on many shelves. His neck was completely exposed, even though Theo saw Lucian from behind, he was sure the first few buttons of his shirt were also undone, because as Lucian was fanning himself by the front of his shirt, he could see the collar slip down his shoulder revealing some more skin. Theo’s lips tugged into a small smirk. “What do you think you’re doing, mh?” he asked seeing right through that teasing little bastard. “You clearly have no shame,” he shook his head with a soft laugh, put the dagger and tools down and walked over to Lucian. He put his hand on Luc’s cheek to turn his head towards him and crashed his lips on his with a fiery hunger. He turned the other man around so he’d fully face him and pushed Luc against the shelves, the finished weapons clanked a little as they got shaken up a bit from the force Theo pushed Luc with, but they didn’t fall.

          “So damn rude, you know,” he said in a low voice as he pulled back to catch his breath before his kisses went to Lucian’s neck, while his hands were trying to find any place they could get under Lucian’s shirt. “You’re playing me like a fiddle,” he chuckled against Lucian’s skin before kissing him on his lips again.

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oldenblood​:

The more people seemed to be lost in their cups, the more Katharina was disliking the entire celebration but there was nothing she could do about it. She might as well enjoy any possible amusement brought by drunken foolishness in others, and quietly watch from afar. She’d only step in if someone were in trouble, and she knew her mere presence due to her towering height should be enough to put an end to it (or so she hoped.) 

And yet she found herself walking towards the area in which most of her people seemed to gravitate towards to, taking a mug of ale for herself - whether she’d drink it remained to be seen - and looked for a seat to take while an elven man, seemingly even older than her, told a story about the origin of the event they were celebrating. A part of her doubted the claims, but she wasn’t going to ruin the mood by being too serious or sour. Chance would have it, she ran into one of the elves from her own region and she’d be a terrible warden if she didn’t recognise those that had started to make a name for themselves. “ Thank you, my dear. “ She said kindly, smiling down at him as she walked around to take her seat. “ Have I missed any interesting stories, or is this one the first? “ 

          It was a very rare thing, but for once his smile was from ear to ear. Elias couldn’t remember the last time he felt this free, relaxed and just happy to be alive and be in this moment. He was so mesmerized he almost didn’t recognize the warden lady of his home. “Oh, no, nothing too much, my lady,” he waved her off with the same joyful smile and took a sip from his drink. “He told us how his great grandparents or, umm, maybe even great great grandparents... I don’t quite remember... But he told how they participated in the first celebrations of this festival and how it was different from what it is now.” An even more rare thing - there was something that resembled a spark in his eyes as he filled her in on what she had missed. “Can’t say it has changed much, but some things were different. He was about to tell us how they used to focus more on protecting themselves from evil witches during the celebrations. Of course we know evil witches are just folk tales, but they believed in them back then.” He was about to say more, but realized he hadn’t shut up since the lady sat down next to him. Cheeks slightly flushed, he looked down at his hands with a bit shy smile. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually talk this much. Must be the mead,” a soft laugh rolled over his lips. “How are you liking the festival so far, my lady?”

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wxundcd​:

it was a combination of circumstances that had ensured he would be participating in this running activity. malakai was never taught much of these traditions, so he had no attachment or feelings toward them, therefore if it had been up to him, he hadn’t even come to join in on the festival  of light and harverst celebrations. quite rarely though his agenda was fully up to him after having joined the rebels, so there were quite a few things that he did that was a bit out of his comfort zone lately. 

celestia had already started running with a crowd of other girls when he spotted her. an evil thought crept into his mind enough to motivate him to start chasing her. she was running fast and steady, but she had chosen a hard and loud path, full of bushes and branches, making noise right under her feet. it wasn’t hard to differentiate her as kai was catching up with her, seeing her tire and lose pace. when he finally caught up with her, he stopped her by lifting her in the air smirking about how furious she will be after she realizes it’s him who has caught her and not someone else she was probably hoping for. “ and who have i caught here ? ” he left a tone of surprise in his voice, after releasing her down.

          She fully intended not to be caught, she made sure to run just a little off the path and disappear between the ticker bushes, but she had no such luck, someone caught Celestia and lifted her up. Startled, she instantly grabbed their hands that sat on her waist in fear of the worst happening and her being dropped down. But she quickly realized there was nothing to fear, those were a pair of strong, yet gentle hands. A smile curved her lips when she still had her back to him, thinking maybe it wasn’t that bad someone caught her after all and, if he was handsome, she could get him to go look for that magical fern flower... But as soon as she heard that voice all her hopes for finding some extra pleasure in this running through the woods activity dissipated. Celestia took her hands off of his and let her arms fall by her sides. “I should have known it is you,” she turned around and said with a smile that disappeared as she talked. “Because who else would show up to ruin my night if not you.” He sure looked good in white, but she wasn’t going to let that distract her. “But, you know what? I will not let it get to me tonight,” she replied with a raised head and took a step back to leave, but as she took another one, the long dress she wore, got caught in a fallen branch at her feet, making Celestia loose her footing and fall back towards a tree, that was behind her back.

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          She loved this festival, it was always so joyous, for some reason it felt kind of... pure. Everyone singing, dancing, having the best time. And in the midst of it she could provide drinks from her bar - many barrels bought for this event alone. Even thought here was no reward she could touch, there was no gold involved, Kaya still loved it.

          But sometimes things could get a little bit too much to handle, a little bit too overwhelming. She had been working by the food tables for hours and Kaya was tired. So she left one of her barmaids in charge and left  for a bit to take a break. She found a bit more quiet spot with nobody around and she sat on a tree trunk, closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh forest air. She could hear music in the distance, and footsteps approaching. “I am,” Kaya replied with a smile and looked at the visitor. “It definitely would,” she laughed softly. “But don’t worry, I am not planning on sleeping here,” she said with another laugh. “I just came to take a little break. It’s nice and quiet here, isn’t it? You can still hear the music in the distance, but it’s quite ice here, I think.”

This festival had been the one thing that got Lorelei to interact with others with ease. Something about it always seemed to bring out a positive energy out of everyone, whether they’d be elves or humans. It would be the one time in the entire year where they could all put their differences aside and simply… live life. She had yet to have a negative experience out of it.

Night had fallen. The stars shone brightly over all of them, and even the fireflies had decided to come out and join in the festivities. The majority of the time, Lorelei had company. Whether it be her younger sibling or even close friends, she was never alone. This time though, she was walking about alone, admiring the starry night sky. That was, until she spotted a lonesome stranger.

“Are you enjoying the festivities?” She piped up, slowly approaching the stranger. Her dress dragged along the grass, each one of her steps ending with the crunching sound of leaves. “The night is young. It would be bad luck to fall asleep so early, you know.” A warm smile spread across her lips.

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          This was the one night his father would allow him to whatever Caius pleased and he intended to use it. Not for bad things, but to forget about studying to be the next King, to relax, have fun and to enjoy this night and the people around him. He didn’t even have to drink to join the dancers, Caius did it willingly. He jumped and danced around the bonfire, he had known steps to all the dances since he was little, he loved this festival. There were no titles, no worries, no fights, nothing. Everyone were treated as equal.

          A little out of breath Caius stepped out form the circle of dancers as the song ended. He had no idea how long he had been dancing for, he wanted to rest for a bit. He spotted a tree trunk where he could rest, but his eyes caught a glimpse of Calla sitting nearby, and he went straight to her. “Am I? Well, I’m out of breath from dancing, I’d say yes, yeas I am,” he laughed softly and took a seat next to her. “How about you? Are you enjoying yourself tonight?”

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 !

calla’s  head  throbs  as  she  presses  a  hand  to  her  forehead.  there  is  often  a  fine  line  between  the  pain  of  her  visions  and  the  pain  of  a  𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠,  but  it’s  been  so  long  since  she’s  last  celebrated  that  it’s  hard  to  discerne  the  difference  in  the  moment.  only  there  are  no  images  that  flicker  through  her  mind  as  she  closes  her  eyes.  she  knows  she  must  have  overdone  the  celebrating  -  it  isn’t  often  that  she  gets  to  let  loose  so  freely  and  openly.

she’s  settled  herself  in  a  quieter  corner  of  the  hill  top,  away  from  most  of  the  busy  crowd  and  the  loud  laughter,  but  still  a  figure  appears  before  her.  instinctively  she  shuffles  in  her  seat  to  make  room  for  her  new  company,  and  with  a  quick  gesture  to  the  empty  seat  next  to  her  she  offers  what  she  can  of  a  smile.

“  don’t  mind  me,  ”  she  says.  “  please,  have  a  seat.  are  you  enjoying  yourself  tonight  ?  ”

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          Viggo loved celebrations, especially ones where he could drink and dance with beautiful people, and this festival was one of them. He had finished dancing with a lady when he noticed a familiar face, but her had to take a double look to make sure he was seeing right. It was Danya twirling, laughing and having a good time - a sight he never even imagined seeing. She was always one with the shadows, playful, yet serious. But this? This was something completely different. It looked like she didn’t have a care in the world. A smile tugged on his lips as he watched her from afar until he decided to approach her. He weaved through the crowd getting closer and closer, his eyes never leaving her, until she suddenly took a step back and right into him. Viggo instinctively put his hands on her hips to steady her. His smile grew wider as she turned around and he could see the pure joy in her eyes. “Don’t apologize. It suits you,” he looked down at her, his hands remaining on her hips. He knew he should let her go, he was holding her for too long for it to be just to catch and steady her. “Since I’m here, may I have this dance?” he asked finally letting go of her, but offering her his hand.

where — celebration site open to — everyone

danya watches as her cup fills up , red as blood and twice as sweet . a light and pleasant buzz collects in her head , a sort of hum rings in her ears and she feels a weightlessness from all that has plagued her and all that will . such weightlessness that she wears flowers in her hair , that she dances with a man under the light of the moon and a laugh with so little weariness wanders past her lips , cautious and twinkling . she welcomes it , light as a feather , danya welcomes the sweet release that the celebration brings . 

her dance partner leaves to collect himself a drink and the spy takes a few steps backward , chin tilted upward as she admires the stars . when she stumbles into a solid form behind her , she whips around , silken hair smacking her face in the process . “ oh , i’m sorry ! ” a light and unfamiliar laugh rings in the air and she realises that it is her own . “ it seems i’m having too much fun tonight . ”

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𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔰 — open ; 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 — at the tp of the hill ; 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 — during the Festival of Light and Harvest .

          Elias felt a little out of place, he wasn’t keep on participating in big celebrations, especially ones that required a special dress code. White was not his color, but there was nothing much he could do. And he also had to leave his word at home, which he wasn’t happy about. He felt naked without it. At least he had a dagger strapped above his ankle just in case something happened. His movements were a little stiff and he didn’t know where to put his hands for the most part, but having some mead made him relax and loosen up a little. 

          A mug of mead in his hand, sleeves rolled up and shirt slightly open showing off a bit of his chest Elias sat by the bonfire, one leg pulled to his chest, the other underneath him, he was listening to a grey haired elf telling a tale about this festival, how it all started and how his great grandparents participated in the very first festival and how different, yet still exciting it was back then. Elias found himself in almost like a trance, mesmerized by the man’s tale, and he almost didn’t notice someone approaching him. “Oh, I’m sorry!” he pulled his leg from underneath himself and sat properly, therefore taking up less space. “You were looking for a place to sit? Here, come sit beside me,” looked up with a sheepish, yet excited smile.

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          Meilin was fashionably late to the celebrations, but there was a moment she thought she wouldn’t even come - with so many people around emotions were bound to seep through the walls Meilin had built around herself, and it could get overwhelming. But on the other hand, this was her late husband’s favorite celebration and she wanted to be there. At least for a little bit until it would get too much for her. So she put on a white, off shoulder dress, which reached the ground, and put on a flower crown she had made herself from the flowers near her cabin.

          She quite quickly spotted Marek in the crowd - tall, dark, handsome, refusing to participate in the festivities and have fun. “I sure hope so, because I won’t participate in this either, and it would be awkward if you went running after other women, while you’re engaged to me,” she leaned towards Marek a little bit as she stopped next to him. “Of course, you think only the worst of people. I doubt that has happened. Or happened more than a couple of times in the entire history of this festival.” Her eyes followed the running and laughing people, it looked fun. No wonder Freyr used to love this celebration.

          “Anyway. I’m thirsty. I’ll go get some mead. Wanna come?” she asked looking up at him.

A brow arched as Marek watched a young woman race past, giggling at the man chasing after her, one of the many who believed that a marriage would eventually spring from one catching the other. He fights the urge to roll his eyes, turning his attention back to the royal family, who stood not far off, mingling as royals often did.

He might have technically been off duty, but that certainly didn’t stop him just so happening to be nearby should things take a turn for the worst. Call him paranoid, but with a crowd like this? Better to be paranoid than wrong.

A quick glance is thrown to the person approaching him. “Won’t catch me doing that.” He was, after all, otherwise engaged. Quite literally. “It’s all fun and games until someone runs face first into a tree, hm?”

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❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞ - from amidala to viggo!

          He had a feeling letting her come along when he was going hunting would be a bad idea, but she insisted. As they were coming home with the animals they had hunted down, they were ambushed on the road by a group of thieves. It was nothing Viggo and the few of his men, who had came along, couldn’t take care of, but it was Amidala’s safety he was worried about the most.

          “Are you alright?“ he rushed over as soon as the last attacker was knocked out cold. Oh, this was bad. If her father heard about this, Viggo’s head would roll. When she asked to see his face, he was slightly confused, but that’s when he felt stinging and burning. He touched his lip and it left blood on his fingers, and his cheek right under his eye was burning. There will be a bruise the next day. “It’s nothing. I’ll be fine, you don’t need to worry about me, Princess,“ he replied with a small, reassuring smile.

— @mysticbxrn

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𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔰 — closed — @wiickedhearts​ ; 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 — at the top of the hill, the celebration site ; 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 — during the Festival of Light and Harvest .

          The festival was something she attended every year – she loved this elven tradition and her tavern was also one of the main mead sponsors. It was her duty to be there. Dressed according to the dress code and with a few wild flowers in her hair and behind her ear, she was helping her barmaids to serve drinks and make sure the flow of mead wasn’t stopping. With a corner of her eye she noticed someone she knew – the tall, dark, handsome man, who came to her for help about a week ago. She had no idea what his name was, he never gave it to her and she knew better not to ask, but she was curious about his well being. Kaya maneuvered through the people to get to him. “Hello stranger,” she said with a genuine smile and gently brushed her hand over his arm to bring his attention to her. “You got some color back in your face, I’m glad to see that!”

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𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔰 — closed — @alkhemias​​ ; 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 — at the top of the hill, the celebration site ; 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 — during the Festival of Light and Harvest .

          He was never been the one to drink much, but this night was one of the nights Caius allowed himself to drink a little bit more than usual. After all this night was a celebration of harvest and fertility, at this night everyone let go of the past and started a new year - hopefully a better one than the previous. There was a smile that never quite left his face, he gracefully danced through the crowd towards the food tables when someone appeared in front of him out of nowhere. He managed to avoid colliding them at the very last moment. “Oh!” he gasped and immediately a soft laugh rolled over his lips. “My apologies, my lady, I almost ran into you! Are you alright?” he asked worried and put his hand on the lady’s shoulder, who had hadn’t yet turned her head towards him.

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𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔰 — closed — @wxundcd​ ; 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 — in the woods ; 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 — during the Festival of Light and Harvest .

          “You do know that this tradition is a complete horseshit, right?” she asked looking up at her only half-brother that she actually liked and fully trusted. Of course he had the genius idea to participate in the run through the woods. Celestia tried her best to shut him down, but Marek was a very smooth talker and eventually she gave in. But with one condition - he had to participate too.

          Celestia cursed herself under her breath as she walked deeper into the woods along with other young, unmarried ladies, leaving the men behind. She took one last glance over her shoulder and mouthed I fucking hate you, before they were given the signal to run. And that’s what she did. She ran, skillfully maneuvering between the trees, taking all kinds of turns just so it would be harder for anyone to catch her. She wasn’t going to let anyone get her! As much as she hated to admit that, this was actually fun and she enjoyed it, especially after that last mug of mead she had. Just as she was about to stop and catch her breath, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist.

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𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔰 — closed — @wiickedhearts​ ; 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 — the road uphill to the celebration area ; 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 — during the Festival of Light and Harvest .

          This festival was the biggest celebration of the year, there was no way Theo would miss eating, drinking and dancing all night long. Yes, he was a bit of a loner, liked to keep things to himself, but he wasn’t going to miss this.

          As he was following people to the top of the hill where most of the celebrations were about to take place, he noticed a very familiar figure just a little bit further in front of him. After that one incident where Lucian walked in on him having the worst day possible, he had been hanging out at the smithy more often and Theo could recognize Lucian anywhere. But one of his brow rose as he noticed something curious. It was very subtle, but it seemed Lucian was eyeing an elf near him. It seemed Lucian was about to steal from them. Theo’s walk turned into a small run to catch up to Lucian. “What are you planning on doing, mh?” he asked in a low, teasing voice right next to Lucian’s ear, then took a quick step to a side so he could casually walk next to Lucian. “Were you trying to free that person from their belongings?” Theo continued, lips curving in a smirk.