#livingprophecy / c. farroris .

[duskcrown]

—   @livingprophecy​   …   cade farroris  :  ❛ l-look at me… hey, look at me… this wasn’t your fault. ❜

      then why did these tears spill, crystalline drops that leave her cheeks damp  &  chest aching hollowly with every breath.   suspecting this to be an unsafe venture simply by sir stella’s letter alone  &  now nerves proven truthful.   the tone written had been hostile, though astraea had assigned that fact to her parens tendencies to never pause in their works  —  and worse, she realises now, cade had voiced such concerns to her before they departed from the academy.   the safe haven both of them had found, now kept from returning to.   the princess had fallen to the whims of authority;   how was she supposed to disobey her parents, when they only wanted an simple answer from her?   one she knew they deserved to understand, hear from her own lips.   or so she had thought.

      lilac hands yearned to hold his, to ground herself in a way that only the swordsman had managed to capture.   (  a woman with her head within the clouds  &  stars required help into returning to the right plane sometimes.  )   but the chains rattling at her wrists as she tried to move serve as a cruel reminder of their new fate;   forced apart  &  locked within her kingdom’s previously-unused dungeons, awaiting whatever decision her cousin was dragging out.      ❛ then why do i feel as though i have doomed us all simply for being here? ❜      princesses are taught to hold their resolve within a situation as such…   but how can a girl dream in a time like this?   how could she not panic now, to fight the black hole of fear threatening to swallow her so easily.   one quick glance across the prison hurt just as much for astraea, witness to her parents battling with the realisation that family had betrayed them for the power of the crown.   not to mention the fear that kept her frequently looking towards the door, terrified to see their friends had been found  &  restrained just the same.   weakly testing the bindings once again, the clink of metal echoing through the room like a death bell’s toll, she instead shifts herself across the dirtied floors  &  as close as she could get to his cell.   (  without you, i feel i cannot breathe.   a moon cannot exist without its sun by side.  )   dress torn in the skirmish, skin bruises as she pulls…   but she pays that no mind, opalite eyes fixed upon his face, tears pooling despite the brave mask she wears.   as if attending a masquerade  &  not locked back in another cage.   but still, cade is where her concern lie for a moment;   desperate if only to feel his hand within hers once again, to wipe away the blood that dared to stain his face.      ❛ we should not have come…   but if i did not return, i cannot bear to think what they may have done instead.   this is my problem, and i have endangered you all… ❜

[duskcrown]

      her  clock  registers  it  as  being  past  midnight  —  though  she  would  have  learnt  that  by  gazing  towards  the  moon  hung  high  in  the  sky,  as  others  may  look  towards  the  sun  and  know  it  was  noon.    but  the  princess  is  too  restless  to  daydream,  too  restless  to  risk  any  more  chances  of  haunting  dreams  in  the  night;    and  so  she  resolved  to  spend  her  time  awake  doing  something  rather  than  sit  idly.    bare  feet  pad  gently  along  the  hallway,  down  the  stairs  like  a  ghost  in  the  near-dawn,  until  she  stood  before  a  familiar  door.    as  her  knuckles  gently  rapped  against  it,  there  is  only  one  thought  within  her  dream-filled  mind.    [  𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴  𝙻𝙴𝚃  𝙼𝙴  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝙱𝙴  𝙰  𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙽  ]    the  door  had  barely  cracked  open  before  an  apology  spills  from  her  lips,  eyes  trained  nervously  to  the  floor.    ❛ i’m  sorry  to  disturb  you,  with  it  being  so  late.    i  couldn’t  sleep,  and  i  thought— ❜    but  as  her  pearlescent  gaze  finally  lifted,  scanning  his  features  for  any  semblance  of  annoyance  for  her  appearance  at  his  room,  her  words  falter  upon  sleep-kissed  lips.    as  if  her  secret  fears  had  been  heard  by  the  gods,  she  is  left  to  stand  staring  at  her  hero  in  the  moonlight,  skin  and  bones  stained  by  the  toils  of  war.    ❛ cade,  you’re…    you’re  hurt.    how— ❜    her  hand  began  to  reach  out  gingerly,  wishing  upon  any  star  that  may  be  listening  in  this  moment  that  she  were  like  others  in  her  party  with  the  ability  to  heal,  before  stopping  herself.    hand  falls  heavily,  as  if  she  had  been  burnt  by  the  thought  alone.    it  would  be  hypocrisy  to  coddle  him,  she  realises  as  her  fingers  thread  before  her  lap,  preventing  her  desire  to  brush  away  any  signs  of  pain  upon  him.    instead,  she  summons  a  hesitant  smile,  brushing  night-streaked  hair  behind  her  ear  to  hide  the  nerves.    ❛ i  can’t  sleep…    could  i,  perhaps,  come  inside? ❜

♡   —   cade farroris ... @livingprophecy​

[duskcrown]

—   @livingprophecy & @wandyrlust​  …  cade farroris & kai wildgazer

      morning's light has nothing in comparison to the moon’s.   at least, astraea thought so.  until she opened her eyes to blink away the sleep collecting upon her lashes.  upon doing so though, she soon realised she wasn’t alone this early morn;  one either side of her, the princess finds herself entangled in the limbs of one platinum-haired fighter and one dark-haired rogue, both still captured within sleep’s blissful grasp.  for a moment, as she glances at both of them, she considers not moving until they woke  —  cade more peaceful than ever, and kai still for once in his life.  but despite the blanket of arms silently begging her to stay, she’s unable to remain in bed.  often late to bed, and yet early to rise.

      ❛ excuse me, my loves. ❜      astraea whispers to sleep-induced ignorant ears as she begins to slowly untangle herself from them.  bare feet pad silently towards the loneliness of the empty common area to her dorm room, a hushed presence of pale lace and tiredness.  kettle boils, and if either of them were awake, they would have seen the huntress cringe apologetically in their direction for the soft whistling to symbolise it had reached temperature.  two mugs filled with fresh coffee, just as she knew they liked it, were left upon the dining table, whilst herself gently perched upon the velvet sofa besides the window.  gaze settles out on the early activities happening outside the dorms, mind lost momentarily to the morning sunrise.  letting them wake in their own time, for she had her meeting with the sun just as she had her sacred time with the moon.

[duskcrown]

—   @livingprophecy​​  …  cade farroris

      being charming was a second nature for the princess.   she was just lucky that a certain fighter wasn’t wholly immune to that fey-like charm, and had agreed to accompany her to a party occuring elsewhere on campus.  as the clock strikes, gently, knuckles tap against the door to his dorm, awaiting it to open & to see if he had made an effort for the night too.  opalescence faery wings illusioned onto her back flutter in excitement as the door finally opens, a sweet smile shining for him as he answers.      ❛ trick or treat!  that’s….  that’s correct, isn’t it?  or is it treat and trick? ❜

[duskcrown]

      fingertips  idly  traced  against  the  fiery  embroidery  lining  his  kefta,  as  if  sweetly  hypnotised  by  the  faux  flames  licking  at  his  collar  and  wrists.    she  wasn’t  too  fond  of  her  own  however,  choosing  to  wear  it  as  little  as  she  possibly  could  —  but  she  believed  cade  suited  his.    something  about  the  soothing  blue  clashing  with  the  threat  of  bright  reds  explained  him  perfectly;    an  enigma,  somebody  she  wanted  to  lose  herself  in  exploring  as  in-depthly  as  the  stars  in  the  night  sky.    ❛ i  like  it.    red  is  your  colour. ❜    she  stated  as  if  it  were  a  fact,  continuing  to  draw  her  finger  along  the  swirls  of  red  thread  against  his  chest.    ❛ but  you  don’t? ❜    brows  uptilt,  a  curious  sadness  on  her  features  as  she  tried  to  understand  why  he  would  avoid  his  abilities  —  it  was,  quite  literally,  written  all  over  his  face.    a  smile  is  summoned,  as  soft  as  the  clouds  that  hide  her  light  and  threaten  to  douse  his  flames.    ❛ fire  can  be  just  as  beautiful  as  light,  i  think.    sometimes  scary,  but  enchanting  nonetheless. ❜

♡   —   cade farroris … @livingprophecy​​

[duskcrown]

      the  sun  was  beginning  to  set  for  the  day.    she  had  spotted  him  on  the  field  from  her  dorm  window,  quickly  hurrying  to  meet  him  outside  before  she  lost  him.    he  had  seemed  busy  observing  something  that  meant  his  back  turned  towards  her,  which  in  turn  had  allowed  the  princess  a  chance  to  sneak  up  on  the  fighter.    carefully  running  up  behind  him,  she  reached  up  upon  tiptoes  to  cover  his  eyes  with  her  palm,  a  lively  smile  upon  her  lips  as  they  meet  the  curve  of  his  ear.    ❛ guess  who! ❜    voice  is  an  eager  whisper,  as  she  pressed  a  kiss  to  his  cheek  which  surely  gave  the  game  away  instantly.    but  it  didn’t  matter  —  astraea  was  just  excited  to  spend  some  alone  time  with  him.    hand  is  removed  from  shielding  cade’s  vision,  but  not  without  a  tender  brush  of  thumb  against  his  cheek,  as  she  moved  instead  to  stand  before  him.    within  her  other  hand  that  she  lifted  as  if  to  remind  him  was  a  packed  wicker  basket;    one  which  she  had  spent  the  last  couple  of  days  working  to  fill  with  baked  treats  of  all  variety,  and  a  bottle  of  that  sickly  sweet  strawberry  wine  that  would  inevitably  turn  her  into  a  giggly  mess  if  she  drank  too  much.    ❛ i  believe  you  mentioned  something  about  perhaps  owing  me  a  date? ❜    doe-eyes  blink,  pausing  an  answer,  as  a  blush  spreading  beneath  the  playful  scrunch  of  her  nose.    her  now-free  hand  is  extended  out  to  the  swordsman,  patiently  waiting  for  him  to  accept  it  as  head  gently  tipped  to  one  side,  pale  and  wholly  loose  hair  spilling  over  her  shoulder.    ❛ professor  foursky  has  left  the  greenhouse  unlocked…    i  thought  that  perhaps  we  could  spend  the  night  in  there.    to  talk  together,  with  some  food,  and  just  watch  the  stars? ❜

♡   —   cade farroris … @livingprophecy​​

[duskcrown]

      ❛ hello?    cade? ❜    soft  call  echoes  through  his  apartment  as  she  quietly  closes  the  door  behind  herself  with  a  gentle  click  of  the  lock,  having  let  herself  in  as  arranged  earlier  between  them.    a  few  texts  shared  throughout  her  class;    simple  and  straight  to  the  point.    but  effective,  and  undeniably  cade.    though  she  gains  no  instantaneous  reply  greeting  her,  and  so  moves  instinctively  deeper  within  his  home  to  find  him.    but  whilst  she  doesn’t  immediately  find  him,  she  does  however  find  a  small  dog  curled  up  near  the  couch,  somewhat  on  the  defense  already  at  the  new  stranger  within  the  house  —  and  astraea  can  barely  blame  the  poor  thing  for  baring  teeth  and  snarling,  observing  how  small  it  looked.    having  never  seen  the  animal  before,  she  assumed  this  was  a  new  situation  for  everyone  involved.    so,  carefully  sinking  to  her  knees  before  the  dog,  she  did  what  she  did  best  and  summoned  a  genuine,  friendly  smile.    ❛ hello  there,  sweet  thing…    you’re  new  here,  aren’t  you? ❜    steady  hand  is  extended,  patiently,  to  encourage  the  dog  closer  but  astraea’s  hopes  aren’t  high  just  yet.    she’s  met  frightened  animals  before,  can  recognise  the  difference  between  annoyance  and  panic  —  and  whilst  cade’s  new  roommate  continues  to  growl,  she  simply  waits,  allowing  for  it  to  move  closer  if  and  when  it  chose  to.    she  would  wait  forever,  if  necessary,  to  earn  this  sweet  baby’s  trust.    ❛ i’m  astraea…    i  won’t  hurt  you,  i  promise.    i  hope  that  we  can  become  friends. ❜

♡   —   cade farroris …  @livingprophecy​