#cleiona bellos

[gwyns]

cleiona bellos is a manipulative liar yes but have you ever considered that she's also beautiful and i love her very much

[fandoms46011]

I love this ship so bad.

[corgifallingfanatic]

Rainy Assistance

Summary: Cleo has a panic attack due to the rain, caused by an event from her past. Magnus wonders the inn, only to come across Cleo in her state of panic, guilt overcomes him and he tries to help her overcome her fears. Rated K+

She had once liked the rain. But now, things are different. She now hated the rain. Every time she heard it pounding against the roof, every time she saw it splatter on the windows, a sense of fear crept into her stomach. And that hadn’t changed when she heard the beating of it against the roof of the inn. She knew it hardly rained in Paelsia, why did it have to start when she, Magnus, King Gaius, and Selia Damora had arrived? She sighed. She knew the true fear was just beginning.

Cleo pulled her arms around her knees, her back against the wall beside her bed. She felt the grip of terror’s cold hands around her chest, her breath coming out in short rasps, her heart pounding like mad. Her vision began to spin as the rain’s insatiable thirst for her panic continued to hammer around her. Cleo’s head whipped around the room, her vision chaotic, she could hardly breathe. 

She was strong; she had to stop this nonsense. She tried to get up, but ended up tightening her arms around her legs. Stop, stop, stop, the words echoed through her mind. This has happened every time it rains since that day months ago, the day that now causes her horror. Something wet fell down her cheek. She didn’t even bother to wipe the tears running down her face. Goddess, how she wanted her sister. 

Since childhood, her sister had been the one to comfort her when she was scared. Emilia would hold her until she calmed down, sometimes falling asleep in her arms. Oh how she longed to be held like that again, but now she had no one. No one to comfort her, no one to hold her. Nic, her only remaining friend who was also almost family, was who knows where. It wasn’t even a question if Magnus would comfort her; she already knew the answer was no. The reality that she had no one bit into her painfully. The room continued to spin around her, chest heaving, breath ragged, tears running down her face like the rain outside. 

Magnus 

He climbed up the stairs to the bedchambers of the inn. Several wooden doors lined the top of the hallway. He knew distinctly which door was his and which one was Cleo’s. Rain poured down outside, hammering the walls and roof pleasantly. He enjoyed the rain; it never rained in Limeros, or any of the kingdoms for that matter. He enjoyed the way it rushed down the windows, how it sounded when he was falling asleep. And that’s what he was about to do: go to sleep.

He walked towards his door, the one three down from the stairs. Instead of rushing into his room the minute he saw it, he stopped at Cleo’s door. A soft whimpering sounded from behind the door. Immediately, concern began to overcome Magnus. Was she hurt? What happened? He wondered. He twisted the round doorknob, relieved when he heard the click indicate it was open. Tentatively, he pulled the door open, careful not to cause any loud scraping against the door’s hinges. Magnus pulled the door open completely. His gaze immediately landed on the wall opposite Cleo's bed.

A petite figure hugged her legs to her chest, her arms so tight around her legs that he could see the whites of her knuckles. She lifted her head to look at him, her white-golden hair falling lightly over the sides of her face. He noticed her chest heaving, as if she was gasping for breath. But the most shocking part was the tears that rained down her cheeks. He had never seen her cry before, not once. Whatever had happened had pushed her far, farther than ever before.

He didn’t waste a second longer, rushing to her huddled figure in an instant. His legs hit the wooden floor harder than he had anticipated when he went to sit beside her. He placed his hands against her knees. "Cleo, what’s wrong?" He asked quickly, aware of the disquietude in his voice. She stared at him, not offering an answer. He shook his head, it didn’t matter what happened. She was upset, he had to help her. 

He moved to sit beside her, his hands leaving her knees and extending out in front of him. He watched her gasp for air. She hadn’t bothered to hide her tears from him. Cleo looked at his extended arms cautiously. "Let me help you, Cleo," he said, noticing her eyebrows had knitted together in confusion. 

"Please, I don’t know what happened, but let me help you. I’m not very good at comfor-" he was interrupted when Cleo wrapped her arms around his waist. He was shocked for a few seconds, his arms were still extended out in front of him. "Cleo," he whispered, the surprise wearing off as quickly as it had come. Her grip on him was tighter than he had expected from her. His arms were wrapped around her own waist, pulling her closer. 

"Tell me when you’re ready, Cleo." He whispered.

He felt her grip loosening around him a few minutes later. She unwrapped her arms from his waist, instead bringing her head down to rest on his lap. Her legs were still curled up behind her, but by then her breathing had calmed down to a slow aftermath. His arm continued to rest around her waist, his other hand stroking her hair gently. "You’re safe here, my love," he whispered delicately, continuing to stroke her hair.

She breathed in deeply, "The day before the attack on Auranos, it rained the worst I have ever seen. That night—her voice broke, emotion pouring out through every word—I stayed with Emilia the whole night. She died not long later. Since that day, the rain has triggered something in me, something I have tried to hide within myself. I think," she choked on her words, "I think it reminds me that everyone I loved has left me; it reminds me that I have no one left to comfort me the way she used to." Her voice was barely a whisper.

Cleo’s confession left him feeling guilty; guilty that he and his family had taken everything from her. He was heartbroken that she had to go through everything alone. He had been so selfish and conceited that he hadn’t noticed she was a beautifully broken turmoil. No, he wouldn’t think like that anymore. He had to move on from the past, to build a better future. And whatever the cost, that future would have Cleo in it.

"I’m sorry," he said softly. Cleo shook her head in his lap, "It isn’t your fault, Magnus." He exhaled.

"You have me now, Cleo. I will do anything to ensure your safety. You know that, don’t you? I won’t let you suffer alone anymore. You pulled me out of the darkness, and  I will be damned to the darklands before I allow you to drown in your own. "

Her head turned to look up at him, a grateful look on her face, along with a different look he had hardly seen before in his life, love.

"I scare myself with how much I need you, Magnus." She said delicately, he felt her heartbeat against his leg. It seemed to have calmed down to a slow, normal, tempo.

He leaned over slightly, gently so as not to disturb her. As he had suspected, she had fallen asleep right there in his arms. 

"You know I love you, right?" He whispered under his breath, bending over to plant a soft kiss against her forehead. "For forever and always."

[cafegraces]

for @starlcved cont from here.

she's fully aware of the skeptical gaze of the gathered nobility, but it's no different than the way her father's advisers used to look at her; she's accustomed to people looking at her and seeing little more than a pretty face. in many cases, that mistake on their part is something she can use to her advantage. however, at the present moment, she will have to simply ignore such assumptions and allow her comportment to show them otherwise. the warning in the king's tone is clear, but she can't heed it for fear of the very real potential consequences. news from her home planet has been few and far between, but it has become clear that gaius damora has established himself as the ruler of not only limeros, but paelsia and auranos, as well. news of her family's deaths had spread widely through the galaxy despite the otherwise strained communications, no doubt meant to support gaius' claim to rule. it's likely that the only reason she remains alive is her father's attempts at dissolving kingdom tensions by sending her away. clearly, gaius had recognized her absence as one of the only remaining threats to his right to rule, and she's of the mind that the recent disturbances in selustria are evidence that he's finally learned of the planet to which she had been secreted away, likely from sifting through her father's communications.

spine straightening, she's careful to keep her tone as casual and controlled as his in her reply, " respectfully, your highness, in the wake of recent events, i am now auranos' queen. " regardless of the distance or lack of coronation, that responsibility now bears down upon her. " a fact which certain parties are well aware of, parties whom i believe to be responsible for the recent violence in your lands. " there's a delicate balance to maintain in ensuring that the most logical result of this discussion does not turn out to be turning her over to her enemies. though she believes mohandai to be a kinder person than the reputation and mantle his father left for him, she's well aware that their kingdoms must always come first. " as you already know, auranos has great amasses of wealth and resources that we would be glad to continue to offer our allies whilst a rightful ruler is upon the throne. if it is true that gaius damora is responsible for the pillaging of your villages, then he has, in his arrogance, already dismissed the value of a working relationship with selustria. a mistake in his quest to secure his rule, likely by ending my life and removing the question of his conquering of our planet. " cerulean eyes hold the king's, cool and collected as she concludes her case. " only arrogant fools desire war, but it has intruded on your lands all the same. doing nothing is untenable and tantamount to allowing the king of blood to lay claim to your lands too, so now, regrettably, you are faced with a choice, your highness. "

[myhiraeth]

@starlightfreed sent: "Does duty always outweigh desire?" // Cleo for Mbege in his guard verse — she’s flirting big time to get her way

She’s leaning into his space and he doesn’t move away. He knows what she’s trying to do and it’s only that fact- the fact that he’s been with her so long at this point, he knows her games, knows her allure, knows she knows how attractive she is- that stops him from leaning in as well, closing the space and proving to her that duty does not in fact always outweigh desire. In fact, he’s quite fond of desire over duty.

What he’s not fond of is being used. And its because of that, because he can never trust her desire to be actual desire or just a way to get away from her babysitter- because they both know that’s what he boils down to- he can never let himself wonder, let himself try, let himself taste. 

So instead he shrugs, twisting his lips into a smirk , reaching up to twirl a lock of her hair around his fingers, his lips forming a single, silent word, ‘ no. ’  before he leans past her and opens the door to her room for her, taking a step back and waving an arm to let her in. 

[moonmoon-moxie]

good morning. today is december 14, 2022. it has been ten years since the falling kingdoms series by morgan rhodes has started and four years since it has concluded. i would just like to inform you all that i am still Completely Normal about Cleiona Aurora Bellos and Magnus Lukas Damora.

[inkedwaters]

*    ⟢     DOREAN  BAINBRIDGE  &  CLEIONA  BELLOS.                                   →   @starlightfreed 

[gracefallen]

♡   MAGNUS  DAMORA’S  INSTAGRAM  FT.  CLEIONA  BELLOS   /    for   @starlightfreed​

[sanglunae]

✶    CLEIONA   BELLOS   of    @starlightfreed​​​      :     my  muse  is  comforting  your  muse  after  a  nightmare.

HE  DOESN’T  DREAM.  OR  AT  LEAST  HE  DOESN’T  REMEMBER  THEM.  he’s  aware  of  the  irony,  given  how  attuned  he  was  to  the  nightmares  and  fears  of  others;  or  perhaps  it  was  that  connection  that  shut  his  mind  from  producing  nightmares  of  his  own.  thus,  waking  up  from  a  nightmare  featuring  a  man  he  did  not  know  being  slaughtered  in  a  coward’s  victory  had  him  scrambling  from  his  bed  in  a  mere  matter  of  seconds,  a  hand  pressed  against  the  furious  thump  of  his  heart  attempting  to  escape  through  his  ribs  --  eyes  wide  as  they  search  the  dim  light  within  his  room,  wondering  if  someone  had  projected  such  a  vision  upon  his  mind  with  the  intent  on  silencing  him  whilst  he  was  distracted.  but  there  was  no  one  there.  and  only  one  person  had  the  ability  to  project  something  such  as  this  through  a  connection  they  both  shared;  cleiona.  the  realisation  had  him  grabbing  his  cloak,  storming  through  his  doors  whilst  slipping  it  on,  unable  to  care  that  other’s  might  be  patrolling  at  this  time,  that  her  guards  might  be  stupid  enough  to  stop  him.  the  only  thought  running  through  his  mind  was  the  feel  of  her  fear;  the  way  her  distress  pressed  against  him  even  now,  pulling  him  towards  where  she  slept.

“  don’t  bother.  ”  he  growls  from  beneath  the  hood  he’d  pulled  up  whilst  rounding  the  corner,  fingers  shifting  in  front  of  the  guards  faces,  the  shadow  strong  enough  to  force  them  into  submission.  “  cleo  ?  ”  he  allows  her  one  knock,  two  seconds,  before  he’s  barging  through  her  doors  into  a  place  he  should  not  be  even  stepping  foot.  her  panic  is  stronger  now,  her  fear  weaving  it’s  way  through  him.  “  cleo,  it’s  keir.  wake  up.  you’re  having  a  nightmare.  ”  he  pauses  at  her  bedside,  hesitating  for  merely  a  moment  before  kneeling  at  her  side,  fingers  shifting  to  gently  move  her  hair  from  her  face,  lingering  against  her  cheek.  “  wake  up,  princess.  you  are  safe...  ”  he  forces  himself  to  soften  his  tone,  eyes  closing  as  he  chooses  to  project  the  warmth  of  a  cabin  fire  upon  her,  the  scent  of  a  lake  on  a  summer’s  afternoon.  “  you’re  safe,  wake  up...  ”  he  wonders,  for  a  moment,  if  this  is  how  it  felt  to  others.  this  fear  and  palpable  panic  he  was  attempt  to  cage;  is  that  how  they  had  all  felt  when  he  had  done  this  to  them  all  ?

[raand0m]

I made one of those aesthetic videos about Falling Kingdoms series by Morgan Rhodes a while ago.. and i think i should share it. . . . .

"Some sought revenge against their mortal enemies with the edge of a sword. Her plan for vengeance began with the edge of a smile."

Morgan Rhodes, Gathering Darkness.

[beccas-books]

Immortal Reign

Things I liked:

- I’m so pleased with how this series ended! I love a good happy ending for characters! 

- The fact that the queer characters got a happy ending too was really great.  Im very happy that author went through with that story line.  

- I loved Magus and Cleos ending.  It makes me so happy that they got the happy ending they deserved! 

- This books pace was amazing! it had just enough actions and adventure to go along with the drama.  I loved that the author left the ending just open enough for us to imagine how their future will be.  But still gave us enough detail to know that they will most likely be okay.  

Things I didn't like:

-   Honestly there wasn't much I would change about this book.  The only thing I can really think of is the story line between Jonas and Lucia.  I find that addition to be unnecessary.  

Overall:

- Great book! Loved the whole thing, and I don't really have any complaints.  Im very happy with how the story ended.  I think the author did a great job! 

- Rating: 4.5/5

[gwyns]

cleo coming to the realization that she loves magnus:

[launer2014]

La Tormenta de Cristal

TÍTULO: La Tormenta de Cristal (La Caída de los Reinos 5#)

AUTOR: Morgan Rhodes

Nº PÁGINAS: 475

PUNTUACIÓN: 9

GÉNERO: Fantasía, Ficción, Juvenil, Romance

En Mytica, las alianzas y las traiciones pueden entrelazarse hasta formar un nudo letal.En este laberinto de odios, intereses, mentiras y conveniencias, brillan con luz propia los lazos del amor y de la magia, que unen a las personas más dispares sin llegar jamás a romperse del todo.DESTINOProfetizado o no, el destino de los habitantes de Mytica no parece tan inmutable como algunos creen, y hay quien aspira a moldearlo con sus propias manos.VIDA Entre príncipes, reyes, traidores y rebeldes, hay vidas que terminan, otras que se resisten a hacerlo, otras que se reanudan y otras a punto de comenzar.LEALTADA pesar de las traiciones, los protagonistas del devenir de Mytica han empezado a forjar lazos de lealtad más allá de los intereses comunes o la familia.Una tormenta de magia arrecia sobre Mytica. Quienes no busquen refugio puede caer abatidos por sus rayos.

OPINIÓN LAURA:

Con cada libro que leo de esta saga, cada vez me gusta más. Parece que después de todo lo sucedido en el anterior libro ya van llegando ciertas aclaraciones.

Gaius demuestra una vez más que todo lo que sucede se puede ser cambiar en un instante, que personas que creías muertas no lo están y que pese a todo el empeño que pongas si las cosas no están por venir, no sucederán. Eso sí, también muestra que la vena perversa viene de familia, ya que su madre es incluso peor que él con diferencia.

La pobre Cleo recibe palos por todos los lados, pero demuestra ser la única inteligente, aprovechando cualquier situación a su favor. Amara por otro lado parece lista, pero es todo lo contrario. Demuestra que es una muchacha muy fácil de manipular si la tratas de la manera correcta.

"Aparenta confianza en ti misma cuando menos segura te sientas. Aparenta valentía cuando estés tan asustada que lo único que quieres es echar a correr."

A Lucia la tolero mucho más en este libro, aunque sigo sin entender sus métodos. Al fin ha visto la verdad, pero eso le puede conducir a más problemas. La verdad es que en este libro ha sufrido demasiado, pero gracias a ello ha acabado en muy buena compañía.

Con respecto a Jonas, no se que decir. Como siempre, va de mal en peor. Ahora llegando a sobrepasar límites. Y a ello se le suman sus nuevas compañías, tampoco muy sanas.

Con Magnus he sufrido como nunca. Tanto por sus decisiones y actos, como por lo que le rodea. Entre su padre, su abuela, Cleo, Amara y sus taaaantos enemigos, me extraña que siga de una pieza. Al menos, ya ha conseguido ingeniárselas para dar pistas de cuando miente a ciertas personas, cosa que le ayuda en gran manera.

Sinceramente, es una saga que con el paso de los capítulos va cogiendo más fuerza y enganche, lo que hace que sea una lectura muy entretenida y rápida.

"Además, las mujeres no eran los seres debiles que todo el mundo se empeñaba en hacerles creer que eran. Eran dirigentes, guerreras, líderes, reinas."

[the-starless-one]

The shipping has begun

Prince Magnus: *threatens Cleo on their wedding night, threatens the life of her only living friend, insists she pretend to be happy on their wedding tour, says that we would rather sleep with a beast than her*

Also Prince Magnus: *makes sure her bff is present for the wedding tour after noting that she is miserable*

[cafegraces]

i'm a doll but i still wanna party

ft. dorean & cleiona on the tropical vacay they deserve // happy barbie premiere eve // @starlcved

[myhiraeth]

@starlightfreed​ gets a sortofkindof plotted thing for Princess Cleo & Prince-General Styxx 

He hadn’t minded Princess Cleiona when they were younger. Even as children, she was smart and sharp-witted, even if more rebellious than Styxx himself had ever dared be. But as they grew older, their parents started pushing them toward a betrothal, and she had rebelled even further, and usually against Styxx. He tried not to blame her for the blame (and belts) that got laid on his shoulders for her distaste for the arrangement or the constant pushback- neither she nor her parents knew what really went on behind the scenes at the Didymos palace. She was kind at heart, she cared beneath her rebellious nature; had Styxx ever shared anything more than polite, safe conversation with her, he was almost sure she would calm her defiance.

But he couldn’t. To acknowledge his family dynamics would only result in shame and disgrace. Styxx had already covered too long for his family, to try to change the story now would mean admitting to countless lies over the years- that his mother was frail and constantly sick instead of drowning in her cups, that his sister’s barbed remarks were not simple sibling sniping but rather legitimate wishes to see Styxx maimed or killed, that his brother was not in fact away at school but shuttered away to their Uncle’s estate to get him away from their father and his inexplicable hatred for Acheron. He’d have to admit that while to all outward appearances he was the “favored son”, Styxx too bore the weight of hatred, from his mother and sister, but also occasionally his father when his moods swung wildly one way or another.

He and Cleiona weren’t close enough to share why he acquiesced to his father’s desires, not close enough to explain why he wouldn’t try to talk her into a marriage but neither would he fight it with her. And it was all his fault.

Another summer, another visit. He bowed deeply, wondering what bribes or threats had been used to get her here.      “ Your Highness. A pleasure to see you again. ”