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have this i guess https://huntrumix.tumblr.com/ @huntrumix

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i’m still alive. just busy moving in a new city and working on personal projects. take care of y’all <3

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NCIS: Hawai’i - 2x15

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this might be wild but since hydra has been around since ancient times and that marvel! mor got captured and studied first by a mysterious wealthy man and then by hydra in the renaissance era before she escaped… and that she’s an immortal fae with great stamina and innate weapon/fighting proficiency… what if the super soldier thingy was a result of those studies conducted on her being a long time ago???

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hey y’all ! i’m sorry i haven’t been around much but i have the perfect excuse : i’m in love and i’ve been enjoying that feeling. also, my birthday and my first date with that new person is coming up and i’m really looking forward to see them again 🥰 take care of y’all out there and drink your water <3

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i apologize for my lack of activity and/or my selectiveness. i learned something about myself on tuesday and i haven’t been able to process it just yet. i’m okay, i just can’t focus on anything else these days. i have larp this weekend also so there’s that. sending love to y’all, take care ! <3

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azriel notes how quickly, yet naturally, the other adjusts his demeanor to that of a companion rather than someone of royal status. perfect, he’s playing along, the shadowsinger thinks, though his jaw tightens ever so slightly at the familiar address coming from eris’ mouth. needless to say azriel’s attempts at mirroring the prince’s demeanor and familiar attitude is quite poor. but, at that point, he’s convinced raya is too intrigued by the newcomer to notice anything suspicious about his own behaviors (he’s so wrong about that). 

❛ my apologies, dear friend. ❜ the terms nearly burns his lips but he carries on, as naturally as possible ❛ i’ll rectify this odious mishap right this instant. adder… let me introduce you to my mother, lady raya of rosehall. ❜

a smile tugs at raya’s lips as she hears the name he picked for eris. adder. a small venomous snake that inhabited woodlands. ❛ pleasure meeting you, adder. ❜ she says, bowing her head politely. ❛ it is not often that my sweet azriel brings friends over. you must be quite special. ❜

azriel’s stiffens at those last two words. ❛ well, mor had guests over and the house of wind was, uhm, busy. ❜ he cuts in, swiftly, not wishing to lead his mother down the lover hypothesis any further. pretending he was friends with the other was already enough on his mental load, he wasn’t gonna indulge in acting any other sort of intimacy between him and the man who’d left his beloved friend to die in those woods centuries ago. ❛ thought i’d bring him here so he can admire the beauty of your gardens. he’s a bit of a gardener himself…isn’t that right, adder ?  ❜

it is like the bark of trees, with all its intricacies, hiding vines and shrubs, and critters, the way they hold secrets between them. a thick wood of deceit. camouflaged between half-truths and guarantees frails as leaves, this alliance with the night court hinges on little. his bargain with the shadowsinger a testament to how cheap his word is to them. he prefers it that way. the ink of truthteller set ablaze upon his skin is almost as sharp as the memory of it pressed against his throat, and eris finds it all utterly amusing. they need his information almost as much as he needs their army, and puff and huff as everyone might, it doesn't change the simple fact of the matter: they need to work together.

the clever glint in his eyes bears its zenith here, in the space of her silence, studying the features of a figure now made corporeal before him, darkness &. mystery weaving a portrait of the lady he remembers from under the mountain. he had not known who she was then, though it would not have changed anything. he would have lifted the fire clasped around her wrists regardless, personal acrimony held between the night court &. himself set aside for that one fleeting moment.

but really, he thinks with some measure of chagrin, the shadowsinger could have done him the courtesy of a quick rundown before arrival. he hadn't expected they would be overseen, and by his mother no less. an odd angle, bringing him here. it had irked him enough to concede to holding these meetings on grounds which were less-than-neutral, though he had known it was a debate he would not be winning were he to breach it in the first place. a few glances stolen around; the architecture, the surroundings, the climate... indications they were still likely in the night court. he couldn't be sure precisely where.

before the prince can gather his wits and respond to the lady, azriel blessedly cuts in &. spares him the remainder of the conversation, and the immediate weight of her judgement. eris catches the glance and adjusts accordingly. ❛ don't be rude, az ... introduce us properly, won't you? ❜ tone honeyed around the edges, a teasing grin, hands coming to lay within the confines of his pockets now that he knows he's playing at companion as opposed to a courtier.

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az was separated from his mother raya for fifty years when rhysand put velaris under lock and key whilst he was under the mountain.

raya had no way of finding out what happened or if her son was still alive. she couldn’t sense him at all, as if he was completely gone from this world.

when she left her home (r.osehall, which is completely hidden from the rest of the world with her power) to investigate his disappearance (and everyone else’s for that matter), she was captured by servants of amarantha and trapped under the mountain with the rest of the courts. amarantha was quite pleased to have a full-blooded wraith to do her bidding.

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there’s just something very special about az having a bargain tattoo ( with eris @auutumn ) that represents truth-teller surrounded by flames when he himself is terrified of that element.

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it was him. it was him who'd loosen the cuffs of fire just enough so that she could escape the illyrian warlord’s grasp. the magic had been so faint she couldn’t have been sure back then and she hadn’t bothered to stand in the presence of the autumn prince long enough to find out, knowing his reputation and all. for all she knew, he was no better than her previous master. 

now she was sensing the magic all over her son. it was the same but stronger, permanent. a bargain. another one, though the one with mor didn’t cause her any worry and the one with the previous high lord of night had been broken following his death centuries ago. 

raya is a bit taken aback by the words, which is why the only response he gets is utter silence as she materializes herself in front of him. at first glance, she appears like a typical woman from illyria without the wings (which people assumed were taken from her) who looks very much like her son. she doesn’t wear clothes that are suitable for a lady, though. she wears a typical gardener outfit, a basket of fresh flowers on her left arm. 

those who can see beyond the surface know better, though. she takes off her hat and silky hair as dark as a night without stars comes down to frame a face too young to have mothered a child of azriel’s age. and the eyes… two pools of darkness in which one can easily lose themselves for hours, if not forever. 

she tilts her head to the side as she studies eris.  ❛ i admire how carefully you pick your words, though it would be foolish of me to feel any sort of reassurance from them. ❜ 

❛ Mama ! ❜ azriel exclaims as he strides back to them, forgetting to pretend this woman isn’t his mother. oh well. he regains his composure quickly, though. ❛ I see you’ve met my friend. ❜ he tells his mother after exchanging a glance with eris, letting him know to play along. he hated to involve his mother in any matter of politics but rosehall was the only place it was safe for them to meet. he couldn’t risk eris coming to velaris anymore. not after what happened last time...

there are tricks one learns from hunting. standing behind the shadowsinger, hands clasped behind his back, eris knows to be perceptive, clever eyes sweeping over the manor grounds. he knows to recognise sounds &. patterns, even those of shadows. anything can be taught if one pays attention — it is this ethos that allows him to pick up on azriel's little shadows when they tend to sneak into his court, and it is how he knows he is not alone now, even as azriel strolls inside the estate, telling him to wait outside.

❛ you owe me nothing. ❜ the prince assures the lady, tone measured, courteous. he had never told her it'd been him that day, and even now, he is careful not to confirm it outright. they had never spoken, before or after. he's not sure what impulse had seized him to aid her under the mountain ; perhaps it had been the sight of fire wrapped around her wrists, loathing its cruel crackle, that his dear autumn magic could be misused as such. perhaps it had been the flicker in her eyes that he had seen so many times in his own mother's gaze, wishing someone would help her when he couldn't be there. brutality &. ferocity may burn bright in autumn, eris' own cruelties feeding the flames, but this one act had been granted with no strings.

❛ as for azriel... i understand your concerns, ❜ their shared guarantee, the ink like a tangible weight upon his hip. his standing with the night court is precarious at best and he bears his own concerns but for her sake, he offers whatever sincerity he can muster. ❛ yet it was his decision. no harm will come to him by my hand, you have my word. ❜

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𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋; 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒. — eris vanserra, of a court of thorns and roses. based in folktales, fae lore & myths. vocally anti-sjm. as allied with doll.

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someone should tell az to take some time off or go on vacay and see what happens

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// @cruelprincae gets a small thing because i can <3

❛ wake up, we’re going trickster hunting. ❜ az announces after his shadows pushed cardan off the bed. there was no way the shadowsinger would tolerate going through yet another embarrassing conversation about adult readings found underneath his bed that didn’t even belonged to him in the first place.

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// @auutumn gets a small thing because i can <3

❛ you may ask anything of me, eris vanserra, ❜ says a feminine voice from behind the autumn prince as soon as azriel had left his side to walk inside the rose-covered mansion that was surrounded by shadows, looking for the very person who’d spoke to eris’ ear. ❛ but my son is where i draw the line. ❜ the voice ends. a warning that would be better heeded for there wouldn’t be much raya wouldn’t do for her child. azriel was everything to her and more. feeling the prince’s magical signature onto him brought her no comfort. eris might’ve saved her from her old master (azriel’s presumed father) under the mountain and she owed him for that but azriel—- her sweet son was to be left alone. he’d suffered enough. she didn’t wish to see him trapped in yet another bargain.

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hear me out. what if… i came back for some short banters ? i’m missing my muses and y’all but i cannot focus on long threads rn

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You could have flown me here this entire time?

❛ yes. ❜ az replies, his voice devoid of the slightest bit of amusement he feels at the boy’s frustration. the question had been answered, there was no need for further elaboration.