#✮⋆˙ caelan letrush. ━━ ( threads )

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closed starter for: @shvdwscng kalore x caelan

caelan is the first man to say that he has no friends. that is, of course, a complete and total lie. none more evident than in this moment, as he approaches the pub, to a not-at-all familiar seat in the back. "i'm surprised you were able to find this place," he says as he slips into the seat across from kalore. "i have hardly been able to find a bed in this foreign place." which is an understatement, but he isn't about to express his stress at being thrown here. "i am also sorry to say i have nothing more for you at the moment. unless you wished to meet for different reasons." his eyes glimmer with amusement. he leans back in his seat, knowing that not a single soul in here will give him a once-over. being invisible is what he's best at.

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@n1ghtsongs closed starter for percival

"i have something for you," caelan says as approaches, his hood drawn over his head. his normally shifty eyes are laser focused, his shoulders a little tense. throughout all of this insanity (which feels like an understatement in itself), it's nice to see a familiar face. he's definitely going to be pretend he's not as relieved as he is, so he keeps his cool as he gently takes percy by the arm to lead them into a corner, away from prying eyes. normally, he has his specific locations he prefers to chat with people in -- spots he knows off by heart -- but this'll have to do for now. once confident they won't be heard, his voice lowers. "it doesn't make sense to me how people think that this is the time to be raising suspicions, and yet here i am," he begins, fumbling into his pocket for a crumbled up sheet of parchment paper. he hands it to percy, but keeps eye contact the whole time, his eyes intense. "the whispers are not serious, but they are real. keep your guard up around this person, and you should be fine."

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closed starter for ; @ofsvnshine / aeri

since finally agreeing with the authority here to settle into the palace, caelan has found himself feeling a lot better, the decent sleep helping his sanity. now that it seems they're stuck here for the foreseeable future, he can't help but be a little antsy, and want to cause some trouble beyond just creeping and spying upon those who don't seem too keen to fix things. the familiar face that he spots walking around catches his attention, and he looks over at them, trying to catch their attention. "wonderful to see someone around who isn't from this mysterious new court," he says, gesturing for them to join him. "sit with me. cause any trouble lately?"

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closed starter for: @lichtundschattens icarion x caelan

caelan isn't afraid of authority, nor is he afraid of a sword. his reputation as a dirty, unreliable man has led to him being underestimated at every turn, which has always benefited him. however, in cases such as this one, it would be stupid of him not to at least be aware of when he's caught the eye of someone who's probably far better with a sword than he has. he finds, usually in these circumstances, it's best for him to approach it head on rather than slink away to the shadows. "if you're going to watch me be handsome and suspicious, at least buy me dinner first."

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at that, he actually chuckles. the mental image of sharing a dream with another so vivid that they're both standing here confused is nothing if not amusing. he can tell, just by reading the other's body language, that they're leaning into the joke on purpose, so he gently pushes back. "if it's a shared dream, then perhaps there's a shared purpose. perhaps there's a beast we must fight, only to come out victorious, like the final act in a play." he shrugs. "as long as the beast in question is no dragon, i'd be happy to indulge. not sure i would fare well against those sorts of creatures. unless i can talk them to death." he scratches at his neck, amused smirk still on his lips. his tone takes on a more serious tilt to it. "you can typically see from first glance who is friendly and who won't be. keep your head up, is my only advice in this sort of situation."

lux  has  come  to  terms  with  the  fact  that  she  will  never  understand  the  fae  world,  and  perhaps  that  is  the  key  to  finally  growing  comfortable  here.  she’s  constantly  kept  on  her  toes,  magic  and  unheard  of  tales  flung  her  way  as  if  she  were  ready  to  catch  it  all.  she  never  was.  even  still,  she  can’t  help  but  find  a  bit  of  her  old  self  in  this  conversation,  the  human  who  enjoyed  playful  teasing  and  misleading  conversations.  “  i  sincerely  hope  it  is  a  shared  dream  rather  than  a  nightmare.  ”  she  didn’t  think  it  to  be,  but  indulging  in  this  thought  was  all  she  could  do  to  keep  from  going  mad.  a  shrug  graces  her  shoulders.  “  it  depends  on  who  i  meet,  who  seems  less  terrifying  to  speak  to.  ”  admits  she.

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#COURTSONGS / multi-muse writing blog affiliated with ofcourtfables || written by daisy , 28 , she/they .

✰ divinya aftersun ╾ 290 , they/them , bisexual . day court general . emma d'arcy . ╾╾╾╾╾╾ musings | threads | wanted connections

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‘ olivia cooke, cis female, she/her, 31 / 310 , high fae’ ― cauldron save you. it seems SERALDINA EZRANA has finally made it to the capital, the DRAGON RIDER (OUTSIDE OF RULING FAMILY) from DUSK COURT is said to be RESERVED and is said to describe themselves with calloused fingertips, the scent of a fresh dawn, the harsh whip of wind and with all of this in mind their UNPREDICTABLE nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. dragon info: mara, orange, bonded for 2 months

‘ manny jacinto, cis male, he/him, 34 / 340 , high fae’ ― cauldron save you. it seems CAELAN LETRUSH has finally made it to the capital, the MERCENARY from NIGHT COURT is said to be SMART and is said to describe themselves with silent footsteps, the nimble nature of a cat, the determination of a dog and with all of this in mind their SNEAKY nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; *one kalore’s spy wc

emma d'arcy, non-binary, they/them, 29/290 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems DIVINYA AFTERSUN has been teleported to the dusk court, the GENERAL OF THE ARMIES from DAY COURT is said to be CALCULATED and is said to describe themselves with the cut of a sword, the breaking of dawn, the smell of a fresh book’s page and with all of this in mind their DISTRUSTING nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

‘ dev patel, cis male, he/him, 28/280 , daemati high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems RAVI KALITA has been teleported to the dusk court, the PERSONAL GUARD from SUMMER COURT is said to be PROTECTIVE and is said to describe themselves with the scent of healing balm, a secret whiff of flowers under the twilight, the sharp sting of a sword cut and with all of this in mind their GRUMPY nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; *personal guard to cassiopeia dragomir

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caelan's eyes darted around, as though he was examining the other and their surroundings. the sweetness to their voice was clearly intended to let his guard down, even the slightest bit. these days, caelan found it hard to be easy going, and he knew that he looked far more tense than he normally did. so, he tried to ease his shoulders, offer her back something, to show that he meant no harm and maybe pretend to trust her a bit. he wasn't being intentionally malicious, but he didn't gain people's trust easily by being completely himself. it was part of his spy nature. "you've got that right," he replied, shrugging his shoulders in a considerably nonchalant gesture.

he considered, then decided to put some truth behind his words, because the other was right -- you can't gain people's trust through pure deceit. "i don't believe it's that we find you hard to trust. it's more that we came here without choice, so naturally, our first assumption is that there's something malicious behind it." he was certainly shocked when he first woke up. "caelan. nice to meet you," he replied, reaching out to shake her hand. he could learn a lot about people through their handshakes; inside his mind, he was already taking stock of what he was learning about her. "i've always liked libraries. i'm guessing you spend a lot of time here?" he opted for a joke, throwing humour in his tone as he tilted his head. "can i find books on how to stop dragons from eating me? do i have to cover myself in something stinky? is there a code word, perhaps? a little dance i can do?"

aurora had said to get to know their guests. but there would always be a boundary between them and the others. an inconvenient truth known as trust. or the lack thereof. vesparia understood that her court had not been tested in the same ways the other seven courts were tested together—tribulations that would allow them to form allies or even make enemies plain and clear. relations with the dusk court, however, presented a torturous limbo. unknown if they would be friend or foe until...something were to befall them. this was where the spy came in. taking pages from tanvir's books, it was ves' job to sow the seeds, but the uncertainty in the other's voice told her to not push too hard. so, slowly, almost methodically, she put on a mask and softened her gaze as she listened, her expression one of understanding. "trust comes slowly," she replied gently, her voice carrying a hint of warmth as if she were confiding in him. "you’re not the only one who finds it hard to let down their guard, especially when everything is…so different."

i can't seem to figure them out, and normally, i find that easy. if that was the case, vesparia would make it easier. she would be as open as the books she carried. "perhaps there are things we’re trying to figure out about you as well. trust is always a two-way path… or so i’ve heard." she chuckled softly, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "though, i find it difficult to believe someone who finds us so hard to trust would be so honest about it." her tone was light, almost playful now, but her words were carefully crafted, designed to put him at ease without giving too much away. "perhaps we should start simple. names?" she offered, realising she never did give him one during their last conversation. extending her hand, she said "the other librarians call me lyria." her alias, punctuated with a smile that faltered just as her books slipped from her grip.

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"well, that too," he replied, a small sigh leaving his lips. the mental image of being dangled from the mouth of a dragon was probably the least appealing mental image he'd had today. which is why he hadn't had a glass of wine in a few days, he's already too paranoid, the last thing he wants is to lose control and ask a dragon for a hug. although, maybe a drink is just what he needs. "perhaps they're friendly, like large cats. or perhaps they eat fae that they haven't marked as a friend. who's to say? that seems like the worst possible way to die, though, so i'll just keep my distance. the sky is for stars, not for those creatures."

it   was   given   to   not   immediately   trust   the   dusk   fae,   but   she   wouldn't   be   the   one   to   truly   make   a   decision   in   regards   to   her   court   and   the   dusk   court.   whatever   suho   decided   on   with   the   high   lord   would   be   what   she   would   follow.   barely   having   even   spoken   with   the   fae   of   the   court   they   had   found   themselves   in.   "i   don't   really   trust   the   fae   either,   but   i   was   more   referring   to   the   dragons   in   the   sky."   the   general   replied   as   she   looked   up   to   the   sky.   "what's   to   stop   them   from   just   taking   us   out   randomly?"

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he hums, that's new information he hadn't known before. he supposes he shouldn't be surprised that the views of the people here differ than the views of theirs. he, personally, has never held much care for worship, so he takes no offense. "well, we are all in the dark, then. i suppose that's anyone's guess." he tilts his head, lost in thought. it's odd to think about how they all got here. he's not sure a fae like himself has any reason to know. part of the "perks" of not being an important figure. "forgive me for not asking more questions. as you can imagine, although it's quite confusing, i... hesitate to question it further. clearly, it was not the doing of your court. given all the events that have transpired our realm lately, i am beginning to think it's out of all of our control." he sighs, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. "i am not usually one to simply sit and wait, but what else can we do?"

nari  waits,  expecting  a  question  to  follow  the  fact  that’s  stated.  none  seems  to  come,  and  she  understands  the  other  finds  themselves  in  a  depth  of  thought.  it’s  bound  to  be  unsettling,  the  high  fae  of  the  mainland  thought  themselves  to  be  the  only  in  existence  only  to  learn  that  another  court  existed,  alongside  the  dragons  they  ride.  in  her  mind,  she  can  feel  thalor  chuckle,  the  old  man  also  amused  at  the  confusion  these  new  fae  hold.  truly  so  arrogant  they  never  questioned  how  a  fourth  solar  court  never  existed  ?  “  the  list  is  short,  the  mother  you  all  revere  is  not  favorably  looked  upon  here.  ”  instead  she  was  as  selfish  as  the  fae  who  worshiped  at  her  feet.  a  shrug  falls  her  shoulders.  “  we  also  do  not  know  why  you  have  all  come  to  be  here.  ”

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caelan can understand that. he prides himself on being able to handle any strange situation, any weird moment, but even this is a bit too much for him. he's the last person who should be worrying, and yet here he is, worrying far more than he should be. "it's not as though they planned to travel like this. i suppose they can be given some slack for not handling it too well." and it's that sympathy he hasn't felt since recent years; he blames his recent company, friendships he's developed, for his sudden desire to see the good in people. it's weird and disorienting, but not all bad. "are you sure drills will help? i know soldiers are all about discipline, but..." he pauses, and he can't believe what he's about to say next. "maybe they just... need someone to talk to about all of this."

☆ﾟ*·ﾟELIAS WISHED THAT he knew how to help out his soldiers, but they weren't sure how to prepare or if they should and it was stressing them out more than he liked. he wanted to be a good general, but he was starting to question it. what could he do to make them feel better? his own ideas of what to do confused him and it upset him more than he wanted to admit. "i thought they'd be alright considering we travel a lot, but they're more not really sure how to prepare. they don't know what kind of training they should be doing and even my recommendations only go so far." he'd been thinking for days about what he could do to boost their spirits, but he didn't feel like he was fully supporting them correctly. "we've been running drills, but their spirits are rather confused right now."

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he doesn't like the idea of anyone dreaming of anything. truthfully, he's been trying not to panic since they woke up here. he's been acting as normal as possible, but there's still a sense of worry bubbling up in his chest. still, he tries to keep his cool, continuing their little back and forth game of stupid metaphors. it amuses him, if nothing else. "we could both be dreaming. perhaps we are sharing a mutual dream, or nightmare. vision of the future, even. regardless of what the truth is, we certainly aren't where we were before. i am not sure about you, but i can't envision myself asking anyone for the truth, so i would much rather pretend i am dreaming until it's over." a very healthy coping mechanism, if you ask him.

being  born  into  prythian  must  make  things  easier,  but  it  seems  they  are  all  on  uneven  ground  at  this  point.  powerless,  a  lack  of  magic  that  lux  does  not  feel  as  strongly  as  the  fae  around  her,  new  lands  whispered  in  fables  and  bedtime  stories.  it's  reminiscent  of  her  own  childhood,  a  time  prior  to  the  points  of  her  ears  and  fire  in  her  veins.  lux  doesn't  like  puzzles,  she  doesn't  enjoy  riddles  of  words  or  pieces.  when  the  other  begins  to  speak,  circling  in  tones  and  possibilities.  "  yes.  "  she  says,  uncertain  what  other  words  to  offer  at  the  obvious  statement.  would  they  be  on  anything  but  land  ?  that  was  a  terrifying  idea.  "  does  that  mean  you  are  dreaming  of  me  or  i  am  dreaming  of  you  ?  "  she  decides  to  pose.  while  the  made  fae  does  not  enjoy  games  of  words  such  as  this,  she's  interested  to  see  what  the  other  will  respond.

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caelan is half asleep when a stranger speaks up just out of earshot of him. he blinks slowly, not unlike a cat that's just woken up, and turns his head towards the source of the sound. like the rest, his world's just been turned upside down, leading to him being somewhere completely unfamiliar away that all he's ever known -- but, unlike the others, he finds that it's easier to deal with these sorts of things if you simple swallow your anxiety and let life lead you where it may. although he's aware that the other is speaking into the air, he answers anyway, giving a shrug, and saying in a deadpan tone; "don't know. we're on land." ever the useful man he is, he blinks again, his eyes now focusing on the walls of the palace around him. "maybe we're dreaming. maybe we're dead. maybe it's both. maybe it's nothing. maybe it's something."

like  the  day  she’d  been  brought  to  the  fae  realm,  lux’s  senses  were  overwhelmed  and  she  was  alone.  fear  was  no  stranger  to  the  former  human,  but  stars  was  it  simmering  out  of  her  at  a  pace  she  wasn’t  even  sure  how  to  manage.  the  fates  must  have  had  the  smallest  pity  on  her,  she  woke  in  a  bed  that  was  not  her  own  but  at  least  she  were  not  outside.  slowly,  the  newly  made  fae  her  way  out  of  the  room,  and  her  senses  determined  she  were  within  a  new  palace.  confusion  climbed  alongside  her  fear,  and  when  she  heard  movement  it  was  lucky  her  fire  had  not  returned  in  full  force.  gasping,  turning,  lux  places  her  hand  over  her  heart  to  still  the  rhythm.  “  what  is  this  place  ?  ” // @ofcourtfablesarchive

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caelan's wandered around for the past little while, trying to make sense of where he is and how he (and everyone else) got here. at first he'd thought he was dead, or perhaps dreaming, but the reality was far more daunting than that. if only it was that simple. he doesn't quite understand what's going on and he isn't quite sure that he wants to. when he spots the other sitting on a bench, he briefly considers quietly passing by, but the thought is lost to him as the other speaks. "uh..." he starts, his feet refusing to move for a solid three seconds before she finally takes a step closer. this is usually how all his dreams start. except right about now is when shit starts getting weird and he either explodes, or turns into a bird, or is attacked. "where am i?"

nari  wasn’t  being  the  helpful  host,  she  was  attempting  to  figure  out  what  magic  had  transported  all  of  these  people  here  and  who  the  hell  they  were.  the  dark  mother  spoke  of  these  people,  fae  from  the  other  lands,  selfish  and  vile  creatures.  nari  wished  to  learn  who  they  were  for  herself,  but  she  was  uncertain  how  she  yet  felt.  thalor  remained  calm  in  he  remind,  which  had  her  at  ease  but  conflicted  with  why  the  dark  mother  would  lie  to  them  to  begin  with.  perched  on  a  bench,  nari  watched  as  people  milled  before  her,  sipping  at  her  drink  slowly  until  someone  came  to  a  stop  before  her.  “  may  i  help  you  ?  ”  comes  her  twinkling  voice,  the  lady  of  the  dusk  court  appearing  kind  and  gentle  when  she  most  certainly  was  not. // @ofcourtfablesarchive

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"the dusk court." he repeats it as though it's a question, feeling how foreign it sounds on his tongue. logically, that should bring him a small sense of relief, a knowledge that they are, at least, still within the same realm that they were before. as far as he knows, at least. but, rather than bringing him peace, it simply irks him, the knowledge that he is still clueless as to how he got here. at least, in this he is not alone. "do you have any larger-than-life, magical enemies that maybe wanted to overcrowd your court with... well, every other court?" he probably should take on a more formal tone with a stranger from a court he knows nothing of, but he continues. "or perhaps this is none of my business and better left to the lords and ladies."

nari  watches  each  of  the  newcomers,  easy  to  identify  as  if  finding  a  child  in  a  crowd.  the  wonder  in  their  eyes,  fear  and  confusion,  it's  as  if  they've  lost  their  mother.  perhaps  they  have.  the  youngest  lady  of  dusk  sips  at  her  tea,  finding  comfort  on  the  stone  bench  as  she  watches  for  someone  that  might  be  fun  to  toy  with.  would  they  expect  it  ?  not  at  all.  the  lady  was  a  master  at  this  game,  and  she  now  had  plenty  of  new  and  easy  targets  to  pick  off.  "  the  dusk  court.  "  she  answers  shortly,  an  almost  smile  on  her  face.  it's  clear  the  other  isn't  certain  what  to  do  or  say,  and  she  tilts  her  head  slightly.  "  i  am  not  sure  how  you've  come  to  be  here  either.  "  adds  she  before  the  question  is  asked.

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he was getting a bit more used to it, a bit more familiar with everything. he still didn't quite trust anyone here, but at least now it was his normal level of distrust rather than a holy shit where are we level of distrust. their conversation had fallen into more easy territory; he didn't often voice his distrust for others, although he made it obvious. his intentions weren't something he normally discussed with others. sometimes he didn't even know his own intentions. "i suppose, they're easier to get along with after some time," he replies, shrugging slightly, but there's a hint of hesitation in his voice. finally; "it's just hard to trust them, even the nice ones, when we know nothing about them. i can't seem to figure them out, and normally, i find that easy."

+++ open starter featuring vesparia as lyria, the dusk court librarian (@ofcourtfablesarchive)

the spy stood at the edge of the garden, fingers grazing the spines of the books she carried. the soft wind catching in her moon-silver hair as she spotted the figure across the way. their last meeting had been brief but memorable enough for her to pick up the thread of conversation as though no time had passed at all. "so," lyria began, slipping into the familiar cadence of her alias. a slight tilt to her lips as she took a step closer—almost as though their meeting had been a game she'd been playing all along, "has your view of the dusk court changed at all?" surely her home was more hospitable than it looked. her tone carried a warmth that was hard to place. she didn’t press, but there was a subtle pull to her words, an invitation to continue down whatever path their conversation had opened before. her gaze was steady, eager, yet patient as she waited for them to speak, to see if they remembered where they had left off.