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[ircnwrought]

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__________🏹      FRUSTRATION CLEARLY PIERCES HER VOICE AS SHE LEANS BACK IN THE CHAIR. though she is a tad too thin, the night court dress brings out the color of her eyes, her hair. makes her look more alive than the shell she had been not even a few weeks ago at the failed wedding. she shoves the thought to the side, locking it behind the shield he's so adamently told her to keep in place. ❛    if you're going to force me to read, you could at least give me something a bit more interesting.    ❜

[strikingviolet]

you are stronger than you think. // @manupropria (liam) !!

__________🌩             HER     HEAD     LULLS     TO     ONE     SIDE     &&     SHE     FINDS     SHE     STRUGGLES     TO     FIND     THE     STRENGTH     TO     RIGHT     IT     AGAIN.      how    many    hours    has    she    been    locked    down    in    this    room     ??        has    her    squad    begun    to    look    for    her     ??     has    tairn    ??     her   entire   body   is   on   fire   from   varrish's   latest   cruelties,     though   she   cannot   take   stock   of   everything   that   has   been   done   to   her     (     there   is   at   least   a   bruise   on   her   cheek,     one   shoulder   dislocated,        fingers   broken,     possibly   more   injuries   she   cannot   discern   anymore     )        liam   enters   her   watery   vision  &&    she   tries   to   breathe   easier.      her    friend    who    has    never    left    her,     her    shadow    who    would    see    her    through    the    darkest    days.     ❛    i   don't   know   how   much   more   of   this   i   can   take,     liam.    ❜        her   voice   is   stilted,     strained   against   her   raw   throat.     ❛    how   much   stronger   do   i   have   to   be    ??    ❜

[bcbliophile]

@manupropria Muse roulette starter ! Rhysand & Feyre

"I should have thrown my other shoe at you-- perhaps it would have deterred you from calling in our barge" Feyre wasn't quite sulking, but she wasn't exactly her most cheerful self in the moment. So much had happened both during and after under the mountain-- she hadn't been granted much time to process everything. One thing she was sure of was Rhysand was smarter than she had initially thought and slightly less evil than she had been led to believe.

Her knees were pulled up to her chin, which rested there as she watched the High Lord with misty blue eyes. "So you have me here-- now what?"

[scribare-archive]

“ soundtrack ” ( for Rhys and Cassian )

brother by kodaline. run boy run by yoann lemoine. crossfire by stephen. king and lionheart by of monsters and men.

[forgaeven1]

❛ you're quiet today, princess. ❜

he's not usually in the habit of speaking with a royal unless spoken to. he's not as bold, even if his lord father had worked himself quite well enough to be in the good graces of the king. harwin isn't too ambitious nor too tempted with the regality of the crown to ever attempt to do the same, and yet — it is different, is it not, when it involves a solemn but beautiful young lady ( who just happens to be the princess ) in the picture ?

or perhaps, embarrassingly, harwin isn't too different from any other men in the entire kingdom. wherever princess rhaenyra looks, perhaps part of him would always hope it'd be to him — foolish, as it may be.

❛ — mind if this humble knight asked you, what it is that's gotten your attention ? ❜

@manupropria — starter call

[gccdstories]

@manupropria (nesta) sent an ask (for cassian)

❛  i’d  rather  die  on  my  feet  than  live  on  my  knees  .  ❜

He knew, and he understood, perhaps in a way few others would. It was part of what had drawn him to her in the first place. The fire, the will, the strength to withstand anything and everything that the world threw in her direction.

Cassian gave her a nod, even as a sigh also left his lips. ❝ I'd rather you live, regardless, but I cannot fault you for this. I cannot--and will not--tell you to hide in the shadows, Nesta. ❞ Because he wouldn't have done it, even if she'd asked...

[deceiful]

" i ... i'm sorry to have been pushing you away lately ... it wasn't on purpose ... not entirely, " she murmurs, having found the shadowsinger in his solitude, she dares to join him by taking seat next to him.

they have developed a strange bond, a sort of friendship made of silent understanding between the two. shadows are deceiving, and so is she, and perhaps that is why they get along. perhaps their true nature is always covered by a façade of dark and light.

" i suppose i needed to be alone for a while. my mind is tired ... sometimes i cannot hear my own thoughts, " sometimes she feels as if her mind is not her own, but a mere catalyst for tragedy. sometimes, elain catches herself missing memories that were once dear to her, memories she would never, ever forget. yet she has, and that terrifies her as much as the violent visions do.

" you know, lord azriel, i've always wondered if you felt similar to me. if your shadows allow you to see and hear and feel everything as well. perhaps that is why we get along so well. " @manupropria ft. azriel.

[rosmoure]

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving. ( for violence, from xaden ) @manupropria

long brown and silver hair whips in the wind as the harsh winter winds hit her cheeks, orbs full of sadness and sorrow as she looks at the man she once loved. he lied to her. when she feels the warmth hand against her skin, she nearly hisses out at him. how dare he touch her. "don't!" she shouts at him, eyes wild on him unsure of her own stubborn emotions. violet jerks her wrist out of his own grasp, taking a step back. "you don't get to touch me after all of this."

[dreammakcr]

@manupropria liked this post for a starter from // amarantha

"Will you fight for them?" Amarantha sneered, her voice dripping with venom.

[ircnwrought]

@manupropria liked for starters !!

__________✰    HE BURIES HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS && SHRUGS AT THE NOISE OF THE HOUSE. his family has been like this for centuries, a band of helions as fiercely loyal to one another as they are likely to manifest chaos wherever they go. he promised himself he'd never take another moment of it for granted since returning from under the mountain. ❛     if you need a moment of peace, they don't usually venture to the rooftop. they're content to drink all my good wine down here.   ❜ a chuckle as he hears mor yell her disagreement && sees cass toast him in response. ❛     five hundred years && i'm still teaching them manners.   ❜

[strikingviolet]

honestly, i want to get inside before i start to turn blue. // @manupropria (liam) !!

__________🌩             THE     CHILL     HAS     BITTEN     HER     OWN     CHEEKS     RED     AS     SHE     DOUBLE     CHECKS     THE     MAP     AGAIN.     certain   she   hasn't   miscalculated   their   position,        she   turns   a   sly   smile   to   the   other   rider,     tossing   him   the   compass   before   burying   her   hands   back   into   her   pockets.        the    snows    were    earlier    than    anticipated    this    year,        which    of    course    the    professors    took    to    mean    the    perfect    opportunity    to    practice    land    navigation    once    more.     ❛     not   one   for   the   cold,     mairi    ??       ❜     teasing   comes   easily.        despite   all   the   challenges   of   the   past   school   year,     she's   come   to   appreciate   her   shadow.     ❛     keep   us   going   due   south    &&    i   guarantee   we'll   find   the   next   marker   in   twenty   minutes.        less   if   we   hurry.     we   might   still   make   it   in   time   for   a   hot   lunch   back   at   the   college.    ❜     &&    likely    before    she    loses    feeling    in    her    fingers.     ❛     don't   get   us   lost.    ❜

[mvndrvke]

@manupropria : i should have trusted my instincts from the start. ( for carlisle, from edward )

"There's nothing wrong with choosing another path," Carlisle tells Edward firmly. "It's our nature to be in conflict between the two parts of ourselves. You're still a human. You can still listen to those feelings and thoughts. You don't have to run from them."

[bcbliophile]

@manupropria Rhysand & Nesta

Everything that had happened in the last months weighed heavily on the oldest Archeron sister, part of her hated Feyre for bringing this into their lives but the other part knew this was not her fault. However she was not adjusting well, every new sound and smell sent her into a tailspin so she spent most of her days hiding away in the library or checking on Elain. This day she was doing the former, her nose pressed into a book when she noted a shadow now blocking out her light.

Rhysand. . . She didn't know what to make of him, she didn't know him past her sister being tied to him and his part in her being forced into this life. She didn't like not knowing, she had to know if he was a threat-- if he would hurt the sisters. "If you're looking for Feyre she's in the gardens with Elain..." She could think of no reason why he would wish to see her, he seemed to hate her without really knowing her, she supposed it was earned if you only went off of her sister's feelings and retelling of events.

[scribare-archive]

@manupropria : do you believe in justice?

she wish she could believe in it. wish there was some sort of justice in this world, some sort of payback or karma, but here it didn't really feel like there was. there was just . . . surviving. and perhaps had been lucky with her parents allowing her to go out, to fly in the middle of the night. lucky, because her father had tried to stop it when they meant it was time to cut her wings, but to no avail. he tried, but it didn't stop it from happening. didn't stop the pain and didn't stop the feeling of them being useless now. so no, she doesn't believe in justice. because she still see the men that did it to her walk around here, without a care in the world. still see it happen, even if there was a promise that it would stop. that it would not happen anymore. lips press together before eyes slowly drift up to the high lady, not exactly sure she can speak her mind. freely. perhaps some sort of trick. a trap she wasn't too eager to walk into.     ❝   do you ?   ❞

[gccdstories]

@manupropria (cassian) sent an ask (for nesta)

" i'm glad your bedside manner is about as delicate as i would have expected. "

Nesta damn near snarled in Cassian's direction. She even picked up the closest object she could find (which happened to be a hair brush) and hurled it at him, hoping it hurt. And also slightly hoping it didn't.

❝ You're not supposed to almost die like that. Whatever happened to being the greatest warrior there is?! ❞

No, she had not been worried at all. Why would anyone come to think such a thing?

[andfyre]

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she understands his desire to remain in pentos . their refuge in pentos had appealed to her at first ; it was a welcome reprieve from courtly matters & the serpents which accompany it , their distance from it all acting as a shield preventing them from the wrath their unannounced union had sparked . living in pentos had made sense , but years pass & she grows restless , a hunger for home gnawing deep within her chest .

❝            how much longer must we remain here ?            ❞            a breath is drawn in through her nose , her hands absentmindedly reaching for his own as she speaks .            ❝            our girls are nearly six months old , daemon ... pentos is no home to the blood of old valyria , not truly . i wish for my daughters to be raised in my father's halls , to know my brother , my mother ...            ❞