#&&. scribare / cassian

[lovetold]

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜ cassian and lysandra

a goodnight kiss, she is tempted. evangeline was asleep, curled up in the bed that was hers. velaris was kind to both of them - no one looked at her scars. no one asked about the dark pasts they had both come from, not even cassian. he was there for both of them, had been from the start. " will you leave then ? because my answer might depend on yours, lord cassian. " she teases, she wanted him to stay the night, but she didn't want to ask. so instead she teases him a bit.

meme: how about a kiss goodnight ? - an assortment of dialogue prompts. accepting.

[moiraied-a]

wants nothing more than to stay. one would think that after two years of practically ignoring him she would've been fine with just seeing him once a week. nose gently brushes against eyes, gazes meeting.     ❝ i cannot stay, ❞ no matter how much she may want to. the responsibility of the rebel kids falling upon her shoulders now that xaden had been banished to aretia. pretending to be dead, the entire class of graduating rebels was pretending. she wanted to pretend to. slowly her leg shifts from his hip to the ground, fingers however remain curled in his hair. nails scratching against his scalp,     ❝ but i will see you in two days time? ❞

she shouldn't be here, and without her signet : she wouldn't have been. would have been so long before he got to see her again & he doesn't want to think about it. almost lost her one already, a part of him worried every time she teleports. that she won't make it back. that nobody would know. that perhaps she will go too far and she'll go missing. and he wouldn't know before it's too late. so it's hard letting her go. it's hard letting her leave. not knowing. never knowing, before she is back in his arms. soft hum as fingers thread into his hair, smiling into the kiss & soon it becomes more teeth than lips, barely parting from her at all. still leaning into her, fingers still curled into her hair.     ❝   serenay.   ❞      eyes flutter open to find hers, nose lightly brush against hers.

[daygeneral]

quite  a  few  male  egos  had  been  bruised,  lord  devlon’s  most  of  all.  he  however  unlike  the  rest  had  managed  to  land  a  strike  to  the  left  side  of  her  cheek  ——  a  minor  cut  and  what  might  have  become  a  black  eye  had  it  not  been  for  her  fae  blood.  it  was  nothing  to  fuss  over,  and  yet  it  was  exactly  what  the  night  court  general  was  doing.  his  much  broader  frame  hunched  over  hers,  his  hands  grasping  her  face  as  if  she  was  made  of  glass.  

@scribare  ⸺  𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 : ❛  hold  still.  this  might  sting  a  little.  ❜  

             ❝  cassian,  ❞          she  pleads,  nimble  fingers  attempting  to  pry  his  hands  from  her.          ❝  i  am  fine,  ❞          she  reassures,  a  slight  turn  of  her  head  followed  by  a  gentle  kiss  to  the  palm  of  his  hand.  dark  eyes  locking  with  his  hazel  ones,  a  playful  smirk  tugging  at  the  corner  of  her  mouth.          ❝  are  you  always  this  fussy  with  your  soldiers general? or  is  it  just  me  ? ❞

[daygeneral]

@scribare     ⸺     💭 + home

as cliche as it sounds home is not a place to serenay it is a person. she never had the comfort of loving parents, seeing as her mother didn’t survive childbirth due to her being born with wings. her father is an unknown ( i am still figuring out the lore for her father, tempted to draw inspiration from other fae-based universes. since serenay’s wings doesn’t truly fit illyrian’s or peregryn’s ). the orphanages at the war camps don’t feel like home either. picked for what was believed to be an elite program for young promising warriors. it is there the belief that a home is a place is truly broken. she cannot hide from the former day court general, the ‘home’ provides her with no safety. the war camps are the place she lives for the next five hundred years, but they are not home —— provides no safety. 

home instead is the arms of her significant other / mate ( usually defaulting to cassian in an acotar-inspired setting unless otherwise plotted ). it is the first place serenay experiences a sense of safety, where she allows herself to let down her guard. slowly the idea of a home expands from just her mate’s arms to their circle of friends —— it becomes the people she finds safety in, people whom she trusts and loves. so as long as she is with her people she is at home, not mattering if she is in the open wilderness or a lavish house. 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬.

[lovetold]

@scribare. his mornings consisted of waking up before dawn, then going to work out before anyone else were awake. that way he could guide and help lead while the others were around, but he never let himself go. instead he kept in shape, physically and mentally by sticking to his strict routines. what he doesn't expect is someone waiting - not just someone. cindra. although it isn't unwelcome. walking towards her before dropping down next to her, tucking his wings into his side. " beautiful morning, " he muses, wondering what was going on in the leader's mind. he knows they have different positions, different life stories, but he is aching to know hers. to undo the injustice she's been put through.

@lovetold.

the illyrian male would perhaps always be a mystery to her. something she could never understand. something about him that contradicted herself, because she heard about him. the lord of bloodshed. the one that plowed through the battlefield & always came out as a victor. but as she got to know him, he wasn't at all how she imagined : and she isn't sure how to feel about it. because she is feeling. being around him, it has melted something around her heart, yet she isn't sure how to handle it. what to do about it. because it doesn't quite make sense to her. everything had been simple before cassian. there was no confussion, no fear, no longing. and now it was there, in her chest. in her veins. crawled beneath her skin & she isn't quite sure how to pry him out. if she even wants to. or if she could be content, letting him. small clench of her jaw while shifting in her seat : legs curled up beneath her and there's a slight frown tugged between brows. watch the sun barely make it above the mountains & it's like clock work when he comes outside the training area, gaze drift from sunrise and over to him instead.

[lovetold]

for a long while, lysandra hadn't believed in meant to be. she couldn't afford to believe in fate with her past, to know that fate would hate her enough to put her through everything she went through. but now she might've changed her mind, life had given her evangeline, she had the closest thing to a family she ever had, including her terrible mother. she hadn't thought she needed anything else, nothing more. but then cassian had come along, a winged male - so unexpected. evangeline definitely fell for him first, but lysandra fell harder. he offered so much, he gave them safety. he showed them both that not all men were cruel, he showed them kindness and love.

" evangeline - she loves you. don't hurt her please, if you ever wish to leave me, i will accept it. you wouldn't be the first, but do not leave that little girl. " a plead from a mother's lips. then the shifter climbs into his lap, curling up, nuzzling against his neck, gently kissing up and down his skin. her words might be cruel, to talk about abandonment and death, to be left or leaving, but this was different. " you have my heart, and you have my girl's heart too. our girl. "

@lovetold : i think we were meant to find each other.

there is something to be said, about being loved by her. it feels warm, in a way he has never experienced. something he can't quite explain, but it's new. something he could easily get lost in. a protectiveness over her, even if he knows well enough : she can take care of herself. but he wants to take care of her. show her just how much she means to him. how much he loves her. everything feels a little easier with her here. sounds odd perhaps. but the light feels a little brighter, the air a little fresher, the sun a little warmer. feels a little more alive. like she had carried a piece of him all this time & only now did he find it. smile tug at the corner of his lips, hand drift up to rest against the side of her neck : thumb brush along her jaw. lived a long life without her by his side, and he really wouldn't want to go back. meant to find her. meant to love her.     ❝   we were.   ❞      leaning down and there's a soft kiss pressed to her forehead. ❝   i would not have it any other way.   ❞

[moiraied-a]

@scribare. fabrics loose, a stark contrast to the tight leathers the former day court general usually wore. stepping into the dining room, the train of her dark wine red dress trailing behind her. eyes drift to the high lady, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips, a certain fondness to the young female.     ❝ just water please, ❞ the one glass of wine she'll allow herself reserved for dinner. knowing cassian would likely attempt to empty rhysand's whiskey cabinet and someone would have to support her drunken mate when they bid their friends goodnight.

@moiraied.

a certain fondness for the other woman. couldn't really be helped, not with how happy she made cassian, she brought something into his life, she isn't sure even he knew he was missing. something had changed with him, within, like he walked a little easier. carried himself a little taller. gaze shift up to her as she comes into the dining room & there's a soft smile upon features while setting down the last plates for the upcoming dinner.     ❝   you're the first to arrive.   ❞      not sure where everyone is to be honest, the house rather silent for once. straighten up while walking around the table and towards her. ❝   would you like something to drink while we wait ?   ❞

[lovetold]

she would tease him, use his title to make him smile. it was something she quite enjoyed - a lot more than his title 'prince of bastards' - he wasn't a bastard to her. he was golden, he was beautiful, and his touch was always kind. never once had he raised his hand towards her and evangeline. never once had he threatened to do such thing. she knows that the little girl adores the winged male, and she is almost convinced that she had made him tell an extra story before bedtime tonight. which was why he'd come out later than usual, it made her whole heart melt. almost as much as when he mentions forever, a promise that sounds so sweet she has to close her eyes and just soak in it for a minute. " i quite like that, " she muses with a small smile before lifting herself onto her toes, pressing a longing kiss onto his lips.

he is happy they are here. both lysandra & evangeline, and it felt right. that they were here and got to see what velaris was like. like something clicked into place and he wouldn't have it any other way. met under entirely different circumstances, but now they were at peace and they could take their time to figure this out. soft hum as one hand grasp hers, bringing it up and place a gentle kiss to the back of her hand.     ❝   i would stay with you forever, if you allowed me.   ❞      there is no leaving her, think he found home in her. a warm feeling when she is around. ❝   what answer will come from that ?   ❞

[moiraied-a]

officially she teleports between basgiath and aretia once a week, reality is it's far more often than her planned visits with brennan and xaden. cassian's hands heavy on her wide hips, cornered between strong body and a wall. heart hammering in her ribcage, breathless as he kisses her. how is she supposed to limit this feeling he leaves her with to once a week? an impossible ask. fingers thread through long locks, hair tie pulled long ago - letting it cascade for her to play with. groans into his mouth, one leg coiling around his leg to pull herself even closer.     ❝ cassian, ❞ lips parting in a soft moan. doesn't want to leave, and he makes it so much harder to do so.

there was never enough time. her visits here always too brief and too abrupt in nature & always ended sooner than he would like. so maybe he is stalling in the only way he knows how, because usually it leaves them both lost on time. most efficient way anyways. plus, he quite like this. likes feeling her hands on him, her body pressed against his own, the warmth of her radiating into him. her back pressed against the wall : his hands splayed out against her hips, keeping her close. feels like home & he isn't quite ready to let it go. let her go. wants to enjoy this as long as possible. one hand drift up to her face and slide back, fingers curling into her hair as he kiss her, leaning more into her.

@moiraied. starter call + passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall.