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a soul’s grief | lilé + meurig

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And then, the soul-bond went quiet.

Lilé sank to her knees in the dirt and screamed. Shadows burst outwards from her as the grief consumed her. Illumium was a burning wreck in the distance - and somewhere in that wreck was Meurig Iowerth.

It didn’t matter that he had pushed her away, that he had shouted at her. In her heart, she had believed they would reconcile. He had never asked for his ring back, and she had not been dramatic enough to fling it at his feet. No. She had kept it, if only to know that he was still alive. That despite the catastrophe befalling his people, he still breathed. Perhaps he had had the same thought for her, despite their split.

Somebody reached for Lilé and hauled her up with strong arms. Immediately she struggled, protesting, lashing out - but the person resisted, hoisting her up into their arms and beginning to run back through the forests.

I can’t leave him! I have to find him! No! Take me back!

The being did not answer.

Dimly, Lilé became aware that it was Cass, perhaps the only one who could take her away. He had always been her protector; it was why she didn’t fight hard enough that it would kill him. He was kin. Nobody else needed to die.

And so she sobbed in his hold, sobbed until the world went black and she knew nothing else.

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Even in dreams, she could not find him. No smile, no glint of his rings, no soft laughter in her ear. As lonely as her waking hours. She hid it as best she could while overseeing the refugees in Faerie - healing injuries, comforting children, soothing broken hearts - but her nights were when her own anguish returned in full force. Cass stayed every night, if only to hold her whenever she wept. Not once did she ever think of removing the ring. It was all she had left of Meurig, after all.

But the bitterness of their last moments haunted her like a vengeful spirit. The way Meurig had rejected her, so sharp, so vitriolic. And Lilé would never again be able to ask him why.

Sleep eluded her just as he did, and she knew her kin worried for her. Part of her clung to the fool’s hope that he was still alive, that he had simply lost the ring - couldn’t she still feel something from that stone? - yet she knew she would have known. Someone would have told her, if not the man himself.

And when she finally ventured to the ruins of Illumium, to the home they had shared… there was nothing. She kept herself cloaked in shadows to avoid the many hunters still roaming - and she searched the whole city-state. All of it. But any recent trace of him was gone. All that remained were old remnants from their many years in the city.

Lilé couldn’t even locate his body. Had the hunters burnt him to ashes? Had they hidden his remains from any hopeful eyes, only to gloat among themselves? She could still feel the faint pulsing of the ring, of his soul - and it felt like a thousand cuts to her own.

One night, she found herself holding a hunter at knifepoint, her shadows chaining him to a wall. In desperation, she had tortured the man - she could still taste the thick bloody air in her nightmares - only for the hunter to grin and admit he hoped Iowerth had suffered.

Deorsa had found her hours later, covered in blood and staring at the corpse. He was uncharacteristically gentle as he sat beside her on the floor, ignoring the mess.

“He’s…” she rasped.

“Yes.” Deorsa did not lie, did not sugarcoat, but his voice was soft, eyes far less cold. “Yes, he is.”

He did not offer condolences; he knew there was no point. Nor did he reach for her. The Dark King simply sat by her, eyes never leaving her face.

“I can’t do this,” she whispered, still staring at the hunter’s body, still feeling her ring feebly pulse. “I can’t, I don’t… I don’t know how to be without him.”

There was a measured silence, and then,

“Nobody does,” came Deorsa’s quiet reply. “Grief often consumes us. Especially when it is those we bonded ourselves with.”

Lilé would not see it, but in his eyes flashed a moment of remembered anguish, and a young man’s laugh echoed in his ancient mind. Oh, Deorsa knew grief well. Too well.

They sat there against the wall for what seemed like hours. And when Lilé eventually fell asleep, exhausted by it all, Deorsa gathered her into his arms and took her back to Court. He gently laid her upon the bed in her suite, his shadows brushing the blood tenderly from her face. He tucked a blanket over her, and for a moment she looked like the little one he’d known and treasured eons before. Deorsa’s withered heart tugged, but after he placed a kiss to her forehead, he left her be, ensuring that no nightmares would trouble his child.

All that was left was the ring, with the distant, fragile beat of Lilé’s beloved within.

A ring she would never bring herself to remove.

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*peers in*

Uh.

Hi. it's me, your mun known as lilypad.

I know. It's been a really long, really rough several months, and I haven't had the energy to RP here.

My dad had a fourth stroke, his recovery has been really hard, and life has just been awful.

But I finally have regular access to my ADHD meds after a year-long national shortage - and so I feel like I might come back here? Maybe?

No promises. I don't think I'm up to giant threads yet. But maybe some short ones, a few asks?

Call it a tentative toe dipping into the water.

I've missed being here. I hope I can be here much more often now.

💕

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a warning | viðar + lilé

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Lilé was busy harvesting mushrooms.

She was not so pregnant that her joy was out of reach (yet), and so she insisted to Viðar that she would be safe. The forest knew her, was gentle with her. After all, hadn’t said Forest brought the two of them together?

As she located a patch of beautiful, edible golden mushrooms, she crouched to pluck a few, placing them in her basket. They would make for delicious soup, that was certain enough.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the nearby lake ripple. A human might have thought nothing of it. What was a simple ripple in a simple lake?

But Lilé knew better.

Her legs slowly eased up from the crouch, giving no outward sign that she knew she was being watched. The creature had made no move yet. The benefit of the doubt would be that it was simply curious. It was not often that pregnant women wandered the forest.

Oh, but then the ripples became deathly still - and she knew it meant trouble.

“I wouldn’t,” she called out to it, turning to face the lake. “I will not be your prey today, kelpie.”

With that, a giant horse erupted from the water, eyes pools of ink, black water streaming like a mane. Somehow, it breathed steam from its nostrils - and when it opened its mouth, Lilé saw needle sharp teeth that absolutely did not belong in a usual equine mouth.

Hungry.

“I’m sure you are,” Lilé replied evenly. “However, eating me would be a very bad idea. Terrible indigestion. Plus, there would be an enormous amount of blood. Yours, that is. Isn’t that right, mo ghrá?”

The kelpie’s eyes widened as the giant wolf stepped from the trees into the clearing, a quiet warning growl sounding from the protector of the forest. Viðar was far taller than the kelpie. Far broader. Far more pissed.

Lilé turned to nuzzle into Vidar’s side, reaching up to stroke his cheek in a gesture to wait. There was no reason for violence, even though she knew that he was perfectly willing. Nothing was off limits when it came to protecting his mate and their unborn babies.

“This is the Great Wolf,” Lilé said softly, knowing the kelpie would hear nonetheless. “He is my mate and the father of my unborn children. Hunt however you like - but you will not survive if you decide I am your prey. Find something else to sate your hunger. Or he will gut you like a fish in a single swipe.”

The kelpie’s nostrils flared, eyes piercing black - and then it eased slowly back into the lake, leaving not a ripple behind.

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esoteric form of roleplay where instead of actually roleplaying you just make up characters together and discuss in abstract how they'd interact and how their story would go

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@cigarettesandcoffee if this isn’t Lilé and Meurig 👀

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Send “Chained” to have successfully captured my muse for a thread

My muse cannot escape, feel free to detail how they caught them

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Ronan could see that his Nonna’s hands were sore again. She was flexing the fingers just so, in that telltale way. Not that Esme would ever admit to it necessarily. She was a much loved yet extremely stubborn woman.

So when she sat at the kitchen table for a break as the dinner simmered in the slow cooker, Ronan walked up to her, and took her hands in his.

His hands did not have the golden glow Maman did when she healed somebody, but that magic flowed nonetheless. Without a single word, Ronan soothed Esme’s aching muscles and joints, his eyes warm with love for his nonna.

Even work done out of love could be tiring, and from time to time, the arthritis in her hands nagged her so. Often, after she made and jarred their supply of sauce for the month. Hand crushing the tomatoes was a process, and she refused to use a food processor as Luciano continuously insisted for her comfort. What sane woman used a machine to make sauce??

With the pot roast simmering in the oven, Esmerelda took a moment to sit herself down at the kitchen table and began to wring her hands to soothe the dull ache.

Something she immediately ceased when her little bambino appeared. Her face lit up from her lips to her eyes and she reached out for him.

God was good, for the moment she had her precious grandson within her hands, the pain washed away as if to tell her this was exactly where she was meant to be.

Esme reached up to cup his face and bring him closer so she could kiss his forehead repeatedly, "Dio mi ha dato te e tuo fratello. E per questo sono pieno d'amore."

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send ❤ to just. grab my muse and kiss the HELL out of them. just do it.

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the desire to write is there but the time? the energy? where art thou

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Send a ‘💭’ to learn what my muse thinks of yours.

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Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body

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PROMPTS FOR ACCIDENTALLY RUNNING INTO A ONE NIGHT STAND YOU THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER SEE AGAIN *  assorted dialogue for that specific scenario where your muse slept with someone and then they parted ways, never expecting to run into each other until that amazing "oh my god, it's you" moment, adjust as necessary

please don't tell me you work here.

admit it. you still think about me.

that was the best night of my life.

i tried finding you, tried tracking you down.

you never told me your name.

well... this is awkward.

we could go for a round two later.

could i take you out for drinks?

this cannot be happening.

there were no feelings involved.

they're asking how we know each other. what do we say?

i never thought i'd ever see you again.

did you ever tell anyone about us?

maybe we could try going on a proper date this time.

you didn't even give me a chance to talk to you the next morning.

by the time i woke up, you were gone.

you didn't even leave me your number.

i never got your name.

can we just start over and try this all again? pretend like we never met?

so... wait. we're going to be coworkers?

they're very strict about fraternization.

there is no "us." we were never anything.

i cannot mix my professional life and my personal life.

act like you don't know me.

it was just a one night stand.

we should start over.

you can't flirt with me anymore.

i should have spent the night.

can we just act like it never happened and carry on like normal?

i thought about you every night.

no, i've never met you before in my life.

i didn't have time to get involved in anyone.

i never promised i'd stay the night.

i'll admit, it was great.

so it was a night of great sex. big whoop.

they can't know we slept together, okay?

i've moved on, and so should you.

keep this between us.

did you tell anyone we hooked up?

don't give me that look.

so you do think about me.

i wish i stayed overnight.

if they find out we slept together, we're in big trouble.

of course i think about you.

you were honestly the best i've ever had

it was a mistake to hook up like that.

it was just for fun.

we never should have crossed that line.

let's just put that in the past and forget it even happened.

i have to focus on my work now and not think about you.

pretend like we just met.

will you finally give me your name?

so... what should i call you?

i'm not used to seeing you with clothes on.

you look different in daylight.

you can't flirt your way into my pants this time.

it was amazing, i'll admit, but we can't go back.

please don't tell them what happened.

to tell you the truth, i missed you.

i haven't been with anyone since.

we could try being friends.

admit it. you loved it.

please don't mess this up for me.

you've always been on my mind.

i can't believe i finally found you.

if we're going to work together, we need to put everyone aside and focus.

don't smile at me like that.

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GASP

//For ME? 🥰

Here I picked these for you 😘

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Lilé bit back an acidic retort at his parting words, knowing full well it would end badly for her. The Blackthorn Man might enjoy her attitude, but even he would have a limit. Her expression of full disdain upon witnessing his flowery bow would have to suffice.

Once he had fully departed, Lilé exhaled, and sat back on the bed. Her hands cupped her face as she trembled. There was no way to avoid the humiliation of this dinner. Either way, she would be forced to attend.

Slowly, she lifted her head to look at the attendant, and sighed again.

“You can come in,” she said quietly, just as her hands signed the words too. Truthfully, she did not know if his kin understood signing, but she had figured it wouldn’t hurt to try. “I can’t put this off forever, and it looks exactly like the kind of dress I can’t put on without help.”

Lilé fought the shiver that arose as Blackthorn laid his chin upon her shoulder. She knew damn well that he did it to prolong her constant vigilance, that it amused him to see her so on edge. And it didn’t help that he had a voice like velvet. It caressed her even as he taunted and toyed.

“Armed guards? I’m flattered that you think me dangerous enough to have to arm your staff,” she replied dryly. “Are you worried I might run away and find my freedom? That I might escape before you’ve had your fun?”

It was a thoroughly tempting idea, but Lilé knew that fleeing his estate was nigh impossible. Oh, she had tried. Opened window latches to find only walls. Searched her room for any weaknesses. Attempted to find a rhyme or reason to his attendants’ movements. Nothing. Not a crumb of hope. He kept her as trapped as a pretty bird in a gilded cage.

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Deorsa paused at the new revelation. Much like Subhoiem, he had a very, very good memory. The slightest frown shaped his brows. He had written that letter, he remembered every word, every motion of the pen.

And it was not a lie - there was no falsehood upon that beautiful face, nor twisting of words on his tongue. Subhoiem had seen no letter.

“It was, and it does,” came his soft response, displeasure a fringe to his tone. “That tells me it was taken. But by whom? Who could have had access to your chambers?”

The answer came to him as he finished the question, and anger flared in his gaze as he saw a figure in his mind’s eye.

“… Oh, of course. Of course it was you.”

Deorsa had suspected the answer; hearing it confirmed was odd nonetheless. He had hoped Subhoiem might have held a shred of remorse, for what he had done had only sealed him in a deep hole of his own digging. But no. The King of Unseelie regretted nothing.

He sighed.

“I did, for a long time. I knew Ciardha would have begged you to stay your blade were she still with you. You were so lost in your grief that I do not believe even she could have stopped you.”

And then Deorsa’s expression changed minutely. A slight flash of mourning, gone as quickly as it had come.

“What bewildered me most was that you thought I had a hand in telling Setum. Oh, I considered it - you were spiralling and I could not stop you - but I never did. Not a single warning. Yet you did not, perhaps could not, see that. Sentimental as I was, I wrote you a letter. I hoped I could try to make you realise the truth, one last time. I left it on your desk after you told me to leave. But you know that part.”

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Shaking her head in fond exasperation, she sat on the edge of the bed, reaching to stroke behind his ears.

“My husband provides enough, Sio. And you and I both know that I’m the cook in this relationship, but he would drop everything and read a hundred cookbooks if he thought it would keep me from struggling. But I’m not. I enjoy cooking.”

Lilé gestured to her belly with a soft smile.

“She is a strong kit already, mo charaid. Feel her. She will be loved and cherished and safe.”

She did not voice it, but she was thoroughly glad Thorn had found the ham. Rotting meat did not make for a cozy, inviting space.

“Sio, you don’t have to store food around the rooms, I promise you. I can simply go to the kitchen if I need to eat anything.”

'Not safe to leave the den.' Sio protested, digging furiously at a space between the headboard and pillows. He had a stolen, cloth wrapped loaf of fresh bread to bury, it was very important work.