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enzo was by her side the second he could, his sword falling to the ground as the undead began to retreat along with their white-haired mistress. it pained him horribly to see samiris pull out the arrow, a shouted demand for her to stop before he gritted his teeth. this whole thing brought him horrible guilt, but to have to see sam tear out the arrow herself just made him angry. at himself, at the undead, at their ruler. heâd had all of their heads, including his own if he could. instead, he dropped to the ground and wrapped his arms around samiris. âwhy did you do that?â he began to demand, as she had once again disobeyed his order. âi would have done it, we arenât even near the healers yet.â he scolded, but he found that all he could do was hold sam and let his worry fester for another second. he just needed to hold her briefly, to feel her warmth, to ensure her body wasnât getting as cold as those that attacked their festivities. the assurances was brief but it was all he needed to feel his heart stop racing so heavily. he pulled away slightly, taking a second to look at her face. âwant me to carry you? lets leave swiftly, before anyone notices our absences we can go back to your quarters. iâll tell my uncle to bring the healer to us.â
she does not blame him , knows that the guilt will be put upon enzo but it was her fault . she was mistaken to think it was safe but despite the constant bickering and attitude she upheld with enzo , she did not want him taking the fall for her injuries . the high ladyâs hands are trembling , clenching her teeth as the wound slowly begins to heal samiris is too distracted by the pain to resist when his arms wrap around her --- completely enveloping her in him . it takes a moment but gradually , samiris melts in his touch leaning into him with such ease that the usual discomfort was completely forgotten . â i cannot walk with it in ... it was not healing . â she mutters against his shoulder , arms slowly entangling around him and sighs with relief . she did not need to ask to know he was alright , despite his worry that physically enzo was okay . it was his job to protect her but it did not change the fact that she wouldâve been distraught if something happened to him . â will you look less angry if i let you carry me ? â it was not that she could say no but it was too easy to tease him , try to wring a smile out of him .
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RED WALLS , RED FLOORS â  had  there  not  been  brick  there  before ??  troian  ,  for  all  his  deceit  and  secrets  ,  could  not  expect  something  so  abrubt  as  what  had  just  occurred  .   it  seemingly  changed  everything  he  knew  about  the  dream  court  ;  how  was  it  possible  that  an  heir  survived  ??  and  how  was  it  that  she  could  control  those  undead  soldiers  ?? those  were  the  most  pressing  questions  on  his  mind  as  he  stalked  down  the  hall  of  the  castle  ,  searching  for  the  only  person  he  hoped  might  have  answers  .  eyes  found  the  ancient  one  he  called  by  one  name  ;  lilith  .  lilith  who  was  more  friend  then  anyone  else  could  be  ,  lilith  who  was  the  sword  and  blade  to  his  court  .  for  the  first  time  since  the  attack  ,  troian  paused  ,  a  small  but  present  relief  settling  the  anger  thatâs  been  shifting  inside  him  .  â  there  is  little  time  to  add  insult  to  injury  ,  lady  lilith  ; meridianâs  failure  has  cost  them  a  high  lord ,  â  he  remarked  ,  tone  void  of  sympathy  .  â  i  suppose  that  is  a  fitting  price  to  pay  for  incompetence  .  for  now  ,  we  shall  stay  and  see  what  comes  of  this  ,  iâd  like  to  know  more  about  this  supposed  heir .  âÂ
the metallic scent of blood lingers within her senses but it smells off , she cannot explain it but lilith had become so acclimated to the familiarity of it that the new sensation took her aback . crinkling her nose in distaste , lilith shakes dark waves of hair off their shoulders arms crossed over their chest as she gazes upon the high lord she knew more fondly as her friend . the title of high lord meant less to lilith than companionship , after he spared her -- found them in a state of loss and confusion at a world unrecognizable to her ancient form and took her in . they suppose not many would do the same but regardless ... she was indebted to him . â it was not the first time their arrogance has cost them one or two . â and not to mention she was rather void of sympathy as a being regardless . â i am afraid to tell you that i was already long locked up when she wouldâve been a meer babe but ... i have some favors to call in and i have an inkling that i may know where that magic is being sourced from . i do not suppose you have heard of a grimoire bound in flesh . i do not know the physical translation of itâs name any longer but it might be what we are looking for if it still exists . â
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closed starter for @wretchdsoulsâ ! eragon & samiris
it was chaos. both fae and humans hurt and dying. blood everywhere. his darkness slid through the aftermath of the attack, still looking for his high lady. he had to know if she was safe. he did not even let himself consider the worst happening, as the smell of death lingered in this palace. he simply had to hope she could stand her own ground, he had to hope in the protection that was issued for her for this trip. eragon had been lucky to have started an argument with another fae or perhaps he had been lucky eragon had started a fight with them instead, as the two managed to fight off one of the winter soldiers. the iciness in their eyes still engraved in eragonâs mind, making him feel chilly. eragon followed the snake of his darkness as it came to a door, but his hand was already pushing it back. â are you still bleeding ? do you need a healer ? â even the blood on her did not stun him. his emotions were off and he was only focused on action. he had been trained for this. it was his high lady first and then he would help the others. â tell me what you need. âÂ
her tongue darts out to lick the split bottom lip that was slowly stitching itself back together , holding the side of her dress torn from the battle sheâd put up . she was not dressed for a fight , the feast had made certain of that but the lack of weapons had not removed her capability to fight or the natural ability that soared in her blood to scorch the earth . â you are too kind , eragon . itâs already begun to heal -- iâll be achy thatâs all . â her mind darts to others in her court , momentarily scanning him for injuries to at least put her mind at ease . â most of the blood is not mine ... i do wish i had anra though , meridian and their petty rules . â shaking her head lightly , she stands more straight grimacing at the pain in her side as she does so . it came with the job , did it not ? whether she had initially wanted the job or not , she had to take care of her people .Â
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w valyra   /   @wretchdsouls .
â how the fuck are we supposed to deal with this, â they say, not so much a question as a statement of how overwhelmed they are by this situation. â if we send people to investigate, whoâs to say they wonât come back like that ?  â jaehwan is spiraling, theyâre aware of that, but â theyâve only held the throne for a century, theyâve never dealt with a crisis like this before. theyâd mentally prepared themself for blight, and instead thereâs this, a threat they cannot possibly catalogue because it is so outside any of their knowledge. â i donât suppose any of your spies heard about anything that could be connected, did they ? â they ask with a sigh, taking a few deep breaths in an effort to cling to sanity.
if valyra had belonged to any other court she knows the laugh that tumbles from her lips would be violently inappropriate â there was no doubt in jaehwan or their capabilities but gods knew she had no clue how deal with undead ice soldiers . â you can send me . â she suggests plainly , knowing she would fear the loss of her own spies if theyâd become assigned to a mission like this . it was not that she doubted anyone in their court but the experience differed , if it was dangerous for the high lords ... how much worse could it get ? â not a thing so far but iâll keep asking , iâve got a few loose strings to tie up in malacia . i can extend my reach outside the courts , with your permission of course . â
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At the first sight of things going sour, Len had done what any clever scavenger with an instinct for survival would doâ she hid. Bertie, the useless dolt, though blessed with magic and the hardiness of a fae body, had shown little of what his manipulation for water could do beyond the soiling of his pants as the first blow was struck. Heâd abandoned her without a second thought, and so under the table she crawled, her palms pressed to her ears to block out the horrible sounds. From her place, she could see the limping step of a woman and the blood trail left behind her. Len, plucking up courage and her skirts and cursing Bertie the whole time, dashed through the gap in the open door the woman slipped through, trailing behind with nervous glances behind her to see if she was followed. âWait,â she called, her voice little more than a hissed whisper, âwhere are you going?â Finally catching up, Len caught sight of who it was she had followed. Fuck. âLadyââ she began the pleasantries, but stopped when she saw the deep wound stitching itself slowly together, her stomach roiling in protest. âThat looks fucking terrible.â
samiris still grits her teeth , a hand placed over the wound as it slowly stitches itself without further assistance . if she were anyone else or a little less lucky she knows it would have been a horrible idea but she isnât in the position to play games nor was she too pleased that those in charge of meridian forced her to the leave the dragon back home . â it feels terrible. â she grunts , squeezing pulling herself to her feet but does not move only looks over at the woman beside her . â but iâll live . are you alright ? i ... iâm afraid i lost my siblings in the crowds . i should find them or the other high lords in case those things come back . â whatever those things were , seemed like some sick creation of the winter court if they hadnât outright attacked members of the court itself . she does not believe troian to be stupid , especially not so obviously on any tactics . what would he gain out of any of this ?
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after spending who knows how long within the confines of the bone prison , lilith had been blind to most of the on - goings in the world but this ... the icy soldiers of the court she had now called home was not all that unfamiliar . she was old enough to know stories , to recall something similar but it shouldâve been impossible and truthfully it was the last thing on her mind as she moved through people ignoring the irony smell of blood that lingered over the lost and injured . they certainly were not going to sit around like a duck , waiting for those things to return . â i donât suppose there is another place to go , preferably with more effective guards . â truthfully , they simply wanted to leave but knew it was not an option not now .
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the high lady of autumn isnât privy to survival . she may not be a healer but she understood enough that for most tearing an arrow out of a wound would only make it worse but for those like her , for other fae ... there was no chance to heal with it still sunken into the soft flesh of lower right thigh nor could she manage to walk with it still in . limping and trailing blood around a foreign castle was not the way she wanted to garner attention so while still sat on the ground , samiris grasps the arrow tightly in a trembling hand and through gritted teeth pulls it out with a grunt . â oh fuck , â the wood falls aside , clanking and splintering with the force thrown as she now grasps the wound instead willing it to heal so she can fucking move already .Â
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â° FOR ILARYA : ( @ofavtvmnâ )Â
the elder of the two is painfully aware of her own injuries , slowly healing on her own but simply not fast enough to ease the pain . rather , the only thing that subdues her panic is the worry that her little sister may be hurt . blocking her sisterâs body with her own in case those ice things came back , samiris quickly tried to survey ilarya with panicked eyes blood stained hands reaching for her face . â look at me , are you alright ? â
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â° FOR TRYTAS : ( @corefuelâ )
temporarily abandoning the winter court for a handful of years after her fall out with trytas seemed like the only solution at the time . ophelia felt so betrayed by their parents , any confrontation fruitless --- they had maimed her heart with such ease , left her only friend hating them and believing a lie that ophelia had not known themself . it had been an equal shock but that was nothing compared to the ice within his words when he told her through gritted teeth that he did not want to see her again .... memories formed into weapons and they plagued her mind as they sat meer feet apart amongst a crowd of guests .Â
and did that not seem to be their luck ? running into him as if nothing changed --- he did not look a day older but then again , did fae ever change that much ? it would have taken decades for any noticeable change and it hadnât been that long ... a handful of years was not a dent in the century or so that was her life . theyâd spent at least twenty minutes trying to work up the courage to say hello to him but right when she thought it was a good idea --- that it was possible , her heart sinks into her stomach at the sight of a woman kissing him on the cheek . fuck me , ophelia thinks to herself inching forward as the woman vanishes into the crowd yet again . he seemed happy , was he happy ? please be happy ...Â
â i saw your brother earlier ... i figured i should say hello . â
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â° FOR EMIEL : ( @sunstrvck )
â just keep smiling and explain what in the holy hells are you doing ? â samiris snorts , smiling through each and every word while they stand in the crowds that have flocked to meridian like sheep . one day sheâll bother to question why it was that they had to meet in the former court turned glamorous and mortal region but today was not that day . â i thought you were .... elsewhere ? â
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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; âThe way I was taught to loveâ
[Text ID: âHalf daughter, / half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.â]
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@wretchdsoulsâ sent :  â youâve been so quiet . whatâs on your mind ? â  â valyra
they donât answer immediately, caught up in their thoughts and needing a moment to compose a response that makes more sense than their internal monologue. â the usual, â jaehwan says with a wry, bitter laugh. â the rumours of blight, in particular. if itâs true⌠well, that alliance with the autumn court might prove to be more useful than we thought.  â not that they hadnât thought that alliance useful â if it werenât, they wouldnât have made it in the first place â but it had seemed more of a safeguard for the future than something with immediate benefit. â what about you ? what are your thoughts on this whole debacle ? â
val nods in agreement --- knowing thereâd be plenty of kinks to work out if it happened to be true , if the blight was back . and if not , that meant someone had it out for the winter court . in fairness of that prospect it wouldnât have been the oddest thought , troian was decent at making enemies or at least not fantastic at making friends . sheâd known that through the night court itself and their own brief conversations in his bed --- not that jaehwan ever needed to know or hear about that . â i would like to think they are simply rumors but if they arenât ... that may be worse is it not ? speaking of them anything new i should be aware of or look into regarding autumn ? â
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continuing with @wretchdsoulsâ from here ! eragon & lilith
his hand was suddenly pressed against his chest. the place his heart was supposed to be beating. at times he has to check if it still is. if he has one at all. eragon decided to play along with the little game she had set up for them, faking hurt on his facial features. â i thought what we had was special, â he spoke of nothing in particular and dropped his hand just as quickly, tucking the heaviness of his wings in. â you are not pleased with any of my alliances. shall you make space in your own bed for me, lilith ? the winter court ? â there was that wicked smile on his face and he took a step towards her, not to appear as more intimidating, rather satisfying his own interest in being in lilithâs presence. she had that otherness about her that peaked his interest. â the autumn court provides a certain fiery charm. warmth. that coldness in you shows that you might use it once in a while. â a snicker, again. but he was ready to pay for that. â visit and i will show you. â
lilith rolls her eyes , truly the most mortal compulsion that held within the fae body that was still not fully her own --- still somewhat unnatural . â oh , you would enjoy that wouldnât you ? are all illyrians so cocky or only the former ones ? â darkened hues eye the heavy wings he tucks against his back then back to his face --- an enjoyment painted all over his features . they hum , considering their options it would be far too easy to harm him but what would be the fun in that ? after all , she did not hate playing games it was one of the reasons she remained a political asset of the winter court despite her unruly temper . reaching forward , lilith drags a clawed finger down the side of his face --- almost hard enough to draw blood , enough where he knows she could if so pleased . part of her still wants to sink sharpened fangs into him but tragically , he was far too important to the autumn court to risk any maiming . perhaps , playing this little game would be for now . â i do not think you would be prepared to fulfill that invitation . â
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â° FOR CISNE : ( @mvertes )
â listen , i do not have long . shocked i escaped enzoâs sight so easily . â samiris nearly laughs , despite the time apart still feeling an overwhelmingly closeness with the lady of the day court --- long having missed her friendâs company . â heâll be looking for me sooner or later so tell me ... what have you been up too ? â
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â° FOR CAEDEN : ( @sunstrvckâ )
a cold silver blade presses against the manâs neck , valyraâs dark eyes trailing upwards admiring the height he still held over her and knowing it meant little . heâd gotten lazy in his time away from the night court , little left to prove that he was native to the region other than a pair of leathery wings akin to her own . theyâve ran into one another through the decades , the betrayal of being abandoned --- thoughtlessly left behind . it wouldâve stung less if he hadnât uttered sincere promises of a life long forgotten , promising to stay . she had moved on but the grudge did not dissipate --- men were such miserable creatures sometimes .Â
â youâve grown lazy in your old age . â val mutters , the metal still leaving an imprint in his skin . â pity . â
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â° FOR ORLA : ( @ichorforged )
it had been years since ophelia had stepped back into the winter court . some traveling had not done much to quell her broken heart but it had helped repair the old person they used to be --- made her long for home and friends that were impossible to forget . after distancing themselves from their parents , not yet ready to approach that dilemma orla had been one of the few people the healer had kept up with on a semi - regular basis . receiving letters upon letters of winter court drama had been enough to entertain ophelia but nothing seemed worth while returning for --- that was at least until their closest friend informed them of a betrothal . that was a shocker to say the least .Â
â darling , donât take this the wrong way but you never pinned me as the marriage type . is it ... for love or ? â
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her luggage is scattered across the room and a part of samiris is still irritated that anra was left behind , in the care of a handler or five back in the autumn court . the thick fabrics of her skirt better suited for the climate of her home are gathered in her left hand , bunched up beneath a hardened grasp as she examines the secluded room within the palace that sheâd only been too a handful of times in the past . purely on political retreats did samiris ever step foot into meridian and the sooner they could leave --- the better . she had half a mind to make a quip about how long she was expected but she knows , he couldnât leave her side --- not after her brotherâs untimely demise . â i do not know . likely a week or so , hopefully not any longer but ... it is not my choice . â
for: samiris lavere @wretchdsoulsâ
when: arrival day at meridianâ
âso these are your quarters?â the remark was a simple inquire, but one could see the distaste he had for them already. perhaps he was always going to be biased. he had been forced back into the autumn court for the sake of politics and had begun to call such a place home, which for a man whoâs senses screamed for him to be nomadic, was a far greater deal than one could care for. this was nothing compared to their home, the open terrains, the endless fields, the sensation that it was neither cold nor warm. it came to love it, instead of this rude metropolises of pegasus and shiny objects to disguise the fact that oneâs life expectance was less than a century. âhow long are we expected to reside here? a couple of days? a week?â he hoped the answer would be one of those, and not months. one could see just how much he wanted to leave, to leave this cage of a palace. Â
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