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they walked through the halls of this unfamiliar keep, frowning while being lost in thought - replaying the night over and over again - looking for anything, hoping to suddenly recall the would-be assassin in the act or some other detail that they overlooked. in truth? there was just too many people and azrael - who so often observed every detail - had fallen short. and their mother is the one who paid the price for it.

it seemed only natural that they sought out nox - they were brothers, even if not bound by blood - but besides that? azrael always felt comfortable around him. the door opens with a soft creak and they aren't surprised to see they've caught him in the middle of pacing.

"i see you wish to create a hole in the floor. i think you're halfway there already." the humor falls a little flatter than usual, their smile looking more forced as they make their way inside, letting the door shut behind him. "...the healers will not tell me. i suppose, in a way, that's a good thing." they would have no doubt been told if she had...

fingers raise to rub at the bridge of their nose, giving a small huff at nox's question, "i'm well - all things considered. it could have easily been any one of our glasses instead of hers." their hand falls to their side, brows furrowing. "it still very well could be." orange eyes almost seem to glow in the low light as they look to nox, "...no troubles. i imagine you will be the one they bother. so i trust you won't mind if i tell everyone to go to you with their problems. it's only fair given that you're the eldest." they muse, attempting a faint smile, "...how are you holding up?"

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it had not been his first choice to accept the invitation to the council . . . perhaps, in his mind, he should have urged his parents not to accept the decree. perhaps, in his mind, if he had been a better son, he could have averted the entire tragedy in itself. the teachings of the monarchy had been clear enough - show no fear in the face of adversary. yet, this was no simple adversary . . . it was a mountain of guilt built upon centuries of war, crushing down on the spark of unlife his people had dared to cultivate.

hours after the entire ordeal, when whatever semblance of retiring for the night had weighed over mortalkind, it was the children of night who stayed alert, mulling over their queen and the possibility that one of them may be next. nox was no exception, though not for the same reasons . . . he paces the stone expanse of the chambers designated to him, the clasps of his window thrown back to allow the moonlight's ivory embrace to drape over his wide shoulders. he knows not how long he traces a path around the room, only that his psyche fades when he finally stops to brace against the window - thoughts racing within his mind, of vengeance and guilt, of reckoning and mourning, all jumbled together in a weakness not normally attributed to the prince before his people. no . . . these were thoughts held close by a man accompanied only by silence.

it is this silence, however, that is broken by the almost unmistakable creak of the chamber door opening - it is a motion that many mortals would overlook in their innate simplicity, but well-noticeable for a vampire of his stature . . . his muscles clench with intention, head turning in the slightest, though it is the soft footsteps and the familiar sense of his younger brother that causes him to finally let his shoulders fall.

" how is she? " nox turns somewhat, concern and hope unfamiliar to his demeanor etched into his brows as he peers over to azrael's appearance. the elder seldom found peace or comfort within himself, nor with his parents, but it was often with his family that the weight of the crown could lessen its bearing upon him. " forgive me. I have not seen you since . . . " he drifts off, inhaling the night air slowly. " no one has given you trouble, I hope? " as though we are bound by their pitiful expectations.

#azrael.threads #azrael.nox #tw poison #//dont mind me just writing whole novels since idk how to stfu :D

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"well...knowing my uncle's court? i think we can safely say everyone." the laugh they give is humorless as they move to stand next to defne, their expression being that thinly veiled boredom they so often wore. "i'm rather surprised there weren't more victims. it's easy enough to think of a reason one would wish to poison a ruling family." and they say that as a member of one, tilting their head to shoot defne a knowing look.

"i imagine you were hoping for a serious answer, however." they sigh, a low and drawn out thing as they think. defne was always...easy to talk to. she had their respect as a warrior and their trust as a friend - a rather rare thing given their families. their voice lowers to a whisper at what they say next, keeping an alert eye for any who could overhead, "none officially, at least not to my knowledge. i suppose would be in rather poor taste to say that i wouldn't be surprised to discover my uncle orchestrated it." a pause. "what do you think?"

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if it hadn't been for Defne's sister she wouldn't have attended the human celebrations. she'd even dressed in finer clothing, leaving her sword behind and having just a dagger strapped against her thigh. Why she was here was simply because of a formality and she wanted nothing more than to leave as soon as she could. However, as the vampire queen fell to the ground even Defne's eyes widened before going to her sister. Were they targeting royalty? and if so why? Staying seated wasn't an option and soon enough she stood beside her sister, throwing her goblet to the ground and watching the wine spill.

An hour or two later she'd broken herself away from her queen, only to stand with her arms crossed, a posture fit more for a warrior than a lady of the fae court. Soon enough her solitude was interrupted, by someone she didn't mind speaking to. "do we have any suspects?" she announced as if she was speaking to her closest confidant - perhaps she in truth was as Elja stood next to her.

#elja.threads #elja.defne #tw poison

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@dominaris

"so...you're my uncle's spymaster?" there had been a number of changes in the small council since elja was last in valachia. they were doing their best to keep up on such matters but...politics were far from their forte. or interest. "i can only imagine that you've suddenly become very busy." it was...surprising and yet not at the same time - the sudden fall of nyxen's queen. if someone wished to poison a royal, it would certainly seem the time to do it. that does not mean it was any less a shock to witness. "heard anything important yet?"

#elja.threads #elja.astoria #tw poison

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@spectatous

in truth, elja cannot recall the last time they had seen their sibling in a royal capacity. they had seen each other during their brief shared time at the academy - a time that only served to push elja away from them - and despite them both growing to serve in the same wing of the dracovlăst, the time they saw each other was also brief. and it had never been among the court they were both raised in. elja much preferred the military to this - there was no reason to hide or put on a mask on the battlefield. here? every move and word was analyzed far too closely for their liking. perhaps it is due to the rather unfortunate events of this affair that has elja even considering speaking to them again - that is certainly what they will blame it on as they move closer, voice lowered, "...luthien." words escape them for a moment, a hand raising to run through pale locks, "i was unsure if you would come back or stay with the wing. you seem...well."

#elja.threads #elja.luthien

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"hiding comes with the job description, cassius. or have you forgotten why i was sent here?" ambitious and power-hungry creatures that his family was, they would seize any opportunity to raise their status. sending him to spy on transvania was far from the worst thing any valdinia has done for power. he slips out of the shadows, watching cassius carefully.

"amuse you? i believe you have me confused for my brother." eyes spark with that knowledge they both share - of just how close setteth and cassius were. "he was always the one who seemed fond of amusing you, was he not? or has that changed with his soon-to-be bride capturing his attention?" another blatant grab for power. but dante's annoyance didn't lie with cassius - not really. he moves to take a seat, arching a brow as he looks to the vampire before him. "attempting to salvage anything is a fool's game and you know it. unless you're hoping to ease the mind of the humans before someone inevitability drives a dagger in their back?"

closed starter for Dante Valdinia @ncxaeterna

it had never been Cassius' job to be the spokesman for his race, yet he'd been one of the few reassuring the others the situation was being handled. he felt utterly drained from trying to protect his kin and after what felt like a good eighteen hours he escaped the nervous vampires and on-lookers. entering one of the closed-off rooms in the castle Cassius headed for the liquor, tantalizing him to drown himself in it. However, as his senses had been dulled it didn't take long for him to sense the other inside the room with him. His cold body froze for a moment before the smell of familiarity came forth. a part of him hoped for someone else, someone who also danced in such a scent, just a little different.

"Why are you hiding away, Dante?" his voice musing, his mood annoyed and angry. he didn't want the drink he held in his hand, he'd rather have something warm, something that would drain and fade, perhaps even disappear. however, the liquor burned down his throat as he downed it, his frame turning to find a pair of piercing blue eyes. his eyes reminded him of oceans, oceans he'd swim in if need be. "I am in no mood to amuse you, little one -" As he said the words however a smile of wickedness emerged on his lips. "or will you amuse me? Are you my treat after trying to salvage the nobility of the vampire race?" he tilted his head to the side, knowing the other - he was not here for what Cassius would prefer, but he didn't mind a little cat chasing the mouse.

#dante.threads #dante.cassius

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it had happened far too quickly - it seemed no sooner that wine had touched his mother's lips before she collapsed. and azrael was not the only one who had rushed to her side. they may not have been a barbu by blood - but it was the only family they knew. the only mother they knew. and the thought of losing any member of their family was...unbearable. but they were no healer, and while they wished to remain at their mother's side, they would only get in the way.

so, they stepped back, eyes stinging with tears that they refused to have fall. not here - not in front of them. those mortals who called them all here. azrael had voice their disagreement to this meeting - let the humans handle their own problems - but ultimately? they would follow what their parents wished. now he wished he had pushed harder. "...we should have never come here." their voice is lowered yet venom hangs from every word. "they didn't deserve our help and this has done nothing but make that clear." hands shake slightly and azrael moves them behind his back, "i trust you have the matter well in hand?"

open to everyone , location : the banquet hall .

they look around themself at this cold , stone keep when their queen falls to the floor , when chaos erupts and shakes this grey place to its foundations . an attack on the kingdom of nyxen and it is one of these fragile mortals who slipped the poison into that cup — they are sure of it . they are a stoker , however . they are smart enough to hold their tongue as king draven sees to his unconscious wife , his eyes hold their own across the room and they nod . it has been a long time , and carmilla can speak to that man with but a look .

so they will remain here , cold eyes assessing the mortals , the fae . they can sense those dragons , the rumbling of their presence as though the dragola family must display what little power they hold to the likes of them . " there will be consequences for this . " they say , long fingers tapping against the table they've been sat at , eyeing the wine before them . " there will be blood . "

#azrael.threads #azrael.carmilla #tw poison

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"quite right." a slow smile makes its way onto their face, head tilting slightly, "and i'm sure that if he were here, he would remind you of the importance of recalling our past - lest we wish to repeat it in our future. and trust me, my dear -" they click their tongue, head shaking slightly, "- our past is not one that i am overly fond of repeating." there were fae older than icarus - not many but they existed - who spent more years under vampiric rule. the years that icarus could recall were not ones that he did so fondly. there is part of him, the darker part that he tries so desperately to ignore, that is celebrating the poisoning of nyxen's queen. to the mortals, the war was many lifetimes ago.

to icarus it was almost a blink of an eye. and they were a very petty creature.

"really? i had gold on it taking at least four days before the first attempted murder of a royal. i'm more disappointed that i lost money." they muse with a huff, ringed fingers reaching for their glass of wine to take a drink. "...curious about the poison used. have you read about anything like this?"

"ah, yes, of course." always mentions of the past. it is the curse of their kind, arastina has supposed since she was a little girl listening to her mentor ramble on and on about something that occurred half a millennia ago. how are they to keep up with the other kingdoms if they insist upon always looking back rather than ahead? "i'm sure the prior master scholar would agree, yes. as it is he is off somewhere in the woods and i am here. were he here, i am certain he would have regaled you with a story you had already herd several times over about the very gathering you spoke of. i hope to be less boring."

arastina smiles prettily and tips her head, the jewels bedazzling her pale hair sparkling as she does so. "mm. in some ways yes, in others no. i cannot claim to have anticipated a poisoning, but the fact it has devolved to violence - even underhanded - so quickly is scarcely a shock."

#icarus.threads #icarus.arastina #tw poison

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jamie campbell bower . demi male . they / he .  *:･ﾟ✧ is that that elja dragola , who is originally from valachia , and living in valachia ? it’s nice to see the prince of transvania / dragon rider out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously unpredictable , whilst also managing to be quite inquisitive . the thirty-three year old was born human , and hails from the kingdom of valachia .

Basic Information

Full Name: Elja Zeno Dragola Title: Prince of Transvania Species: Human  Age: Thirty-three Kingdom: Transvania Current Residence: Valachia Gender: Demi male Pronouns: They/he Orientation: Demisexual Profession: Dragon rider / leader of the first wing's claw section Dragon: Vaelrion Dragon Mark: A large mark that starts on the right side of their ribs and wraps around and up their back, the head of the dragon resting on the curve of their neck

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Jamie Campbell Bower Hair Color: Pale blonde Eye Color: Blue Height: 5'10" Piercings: Pierced earlobes, helix in right ear Scars: Scarred knuckles, a thin scar at the small of his back, scar across his left shoulder blade, scar across their right collar bone and up their neck, several assorted small scars

Relationships

Father: TBA Mother: TBA Siblings: Luthien Dragola (younger sibling) Extended Family: Lucien Dragola (uncle), Lumina Dragola (cousin), Gabriel Dragola (cousin), Fayre Dragola (cousin) Significant Other: N/A

Extra

MBTI: INTP Temperament: Melancholic Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good Primary Vice: Wrath Primary Virtue: Temperance Element: Fire

BIO-

they know the burden of responsibility at far too young an age - a dragola. a bloodline of royals and leaders ever since humanity dubbed emilia their queen. expectation placed heavily on young shoulders solely due to their birth - a life they hardly asked for. and by the time they could voice disagreement, elja was expected to behave. 

they seldom did so. 

they grew up with tutors - as one would expect for a member of the dragola house, even if they weren't in line for the throne. they learned the histories of the kingdoms, the role their family played in the war, learned everything they needed in order to be yet another shining beacon for their family.

but elja never had any interest in politics. and while they genuinely had an interest in learning, they often slipped out from under the noses of their tutors, often found among the streets of valachia rather than in the halls of draconia keep. 

elja was loved among the people - but less so among the nobility. they saw them only as a troublemaker who spoke too loudly of the faults within the kingdom.

elja scarcely turned eighteen before they were ordered by their parents to attend the academy. 'you'll learn responsibility there'. the meeting between their parents and king lucien only days prior did not escape elja's notice. it seemed that even the king had grown weary of his nephew's antics.

arriving at the academy did little to change elja's behavior...at first. but as time passed, the teachers began to notice a change in the young prince. they became more interested in their studies and were no longer openly defiant. they were beginning to change - and for the better.

word was sent to elja's parents that they were shaping into a fine young prince, and that there was no doubt that they would be an even better dragon rider one day.

elja only had interest in one of these things.

they had hardly changed - they simply learned to keep quiet and play along. just enough to get those in authority off their back. but only just. as soon as eyes were turned safely away from elja, they were back to their old antics.

but they were interested in becoming a dragon rider - all effort put towards that goal was genuine. there was no denying that elja was skilled - a talented warrior with a mind for battle. and when the time drew close for their class to bond with a dragon - elja had their eyes set on the most ruthless of the clutch. among the largest, with eyes a burning crimson and scales as black as night - yet they seemed to almost glow a deep purple when under sunlight.

unfortunately, another student had the same goal - and bragged about how the dragon would chose him. he was within the top of the class, same as elja. and was just as determined to seize the dragon for his own. elja couldn't risk it.

mere days before the ceremony, that student sustained a rather grievous injury - it was rumored that he was out after sundown and had gotten too close to an unbonded dragon. an unfortunate accident that resulted in the student missing the ceremony altogether.

elja bonded with vaelrion as soon as they met.

while elja had a choice to return home - they instead chose to enlist in the dracovlăst, viewing the military as a preferable alternative to their stifling life back home in valachia.

some might say that their swift rise through the ranks was simply due to their status as a dragola, they would be swiftly proven wrong when in the field of combat. that is where a dragon rider is truly tested - and elja passed with flying colors. they got a taste for bloodshed in the dracovlăst - and they never shied from it. in fact, those who saw them on the battlefield often said that elja would seek it out - going for the most difficult of fights or the most deadly of foes.

they are fiercely loyal to their wing - and its leader, vynce halliard - and the squads under their command. there is little that elja wouldn't do to help or protect their fellow dragon riders. and they know that if it came down to it? they can count on any of them to have their back just the same. there are few that elja trusts as deeply.

off the battlefield, elja is rather soft-spoken. old habits from the academy still carry on and they've learned it is better to bite their tongue. to let those in charge argue about a problem while elja goes to handle the problem themselves. 

they were quite content to remain with their section in the dracovlăst, until called back to valachia by their family - most notably their uncle, king lucien. with the growing threat on the horizon, his majesty no doubt wishes to have the leaders among the dracovlăst in attendance. 

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#tw flashing lights #//for that second gif to be safe

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the keep was busy - something that was an annoyance but also worked in oz's favor. for the most part, anyway. it made it easier for him to slip around unseen - or attempt to. but the prince seemed to almost have a gift for spotting oz particularly - even despite their best efforts to avoid him as was the case currently, oz flinching as an arm wraps around his shoulders, chin ducking down as he attempts to hide the faint blush that quickly painted his cheeks. "i haven't done anything different and you know it, cas -" they frown until they remember just who it is that they are speaking with, stammering slightly as they attempt to correct their tone into something less annoyed more formal, "- your highness. now...is there something i can help you with?"

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the atmosphere was a lot more tense than the prince usually liked. normally you wouldn't catch him within shouting distance of a serious conversation or an awkward atmosphere. he's in the middle of an overly long chat with his mother about making sure he stays safe and vigilant when he sees oz walk past out the corner of his eye. the young fae prince excuses himself and walks over to them, famous goofy smile on his face. "ahh there you are handsome, i've been looking everywhere for you." its not exactly true but you wont hear caspian admit to that. he wraps an arm around their shoulders and the grin widens. "have you done something new with your hair you look especially good today."

#osfirth.threads #osfirth.caspian

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gabe moves closer and a hand raises to grab the prince's elbow as he looks gabriel over. his outward appearance seemed to match with his words - nothing amiss that dante could see. at least lucien seemed to chose guards who were capable of doing their jobs - which is more than what could be said of those in the employ of the barbu family. he exhales sharply, thumb brushing against gabe's skin before he lets go, "good. in all the chaos, i wouldn't have been surprised should the assassin chose another target." he was...more relieved than he would readily admit to see that wasn't the case.

he gives a quick laugh, running a hand through his hair, "when a royal drops dead - or almost dead - due to poison? it is better if someone in my profession is not near." it hadn't been his hand that slipped poison into a jeweled chalice, but he would prefer to avoid any accusing glances all the same. especially with so many members of the nyxen nobility in attendance. the last thing he needed was someone to run their mouth. "and given the circumstances, i figured that an assassin rushing to the prince's side would earn me a swift stay in the cells, wouldn't you agree?" his gaze drops to fingers that toy with the front of his shirt, raising a hand to gently catch gabriel's to keep him from fidgeting, "...this seemed the safer option."

thinking of what his father would do if he caught whoever was so bold to poison the vampiric queen, gabriel could only roll his eyes. knowing his father, he could only assume that this was some kind of ploy. hells, it wouldn't surprise the prince if it was something orchestrated by the king himself. gabe didn't trust his father as far as he could throw him. any love for the man died years ago, but he was good at painting on a smile for the people of their kingdom. still, as he stared out of the window of the locked room, gabriel chewed the inside of his cheek. something doesn't sit right with me about this.

the voice makes him jump, brows knitting together as a voice from the shadow was the last thing he was expecting. he damn near reached for the concealed blade on his hip before he recognised the cadence and his shoulders visibly relaxed, tension melting from his expression as he turned his gaze towards dante. "i'll be fine." he whispers, moving closer to the other out of instinct. "where were you? i couldn't see you as they hurried me away, thought you might've gotten swallowed by the sea of people." in an attempt to quiet his mind, he was keeping his fingers busy. before, it was fidgeting with curtain ties, now it's straightening the strings of dante's shirt.

#dante.threads #dante.gabriel #tw poison

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"hm, less time than you might think. better to be safe than sorry. perhaps you should scurry off?" eyes narrow at the vampire, any hint of even faint amusement in their words slipping away, "oh, please - dress it up in as much finery as you wish. a crypt is a crypt. and it is certainly close enough to qualify."

it didn't used to be like this, all barbed words and glares. ari didn't used to resent him like this. and perhaps it was ari's fault - ignorance was bliss and if they hadn't lost control and slipped into atlas' mind? maybe things would be different. but they weren't - this was them now. "you always were the ambitious sort, i do hope you didn't decide that your lovely queen was in your way. poison does seem very you, now doesn't it?"

one downside to being the master of war that atlas had found was having to be involved in way too many peace talks for his liking. he'd just been involved in said peace talks and was in no kind of mood to deal with anything he didn't need to deal with, that included the attitude of his ex-boyfriend. he hears the huff before he sees them, turning his head in the direction of the noise.

he briefly wonders why ari didn't simply walk away and not say anything but then smirks. clearly his ex wanted to speak to him, it's almost cute how hard he tries to get atlas' attention. "i have plenty of time but thank you so much for the concern darling." he says taking a few steps towards the fae. "and you've spent more than enough time in my bed to know i don't sleep in a crypt."

#icarus.threads #icarus.atlas #tw poison

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they listen with barely concealed intrigue - it was all rather exciting to oz. the sort of thing one might expect from such a pit of vipers that valachia had become, but he honestly didn't see any of this coming. he leans back against the wall, arms folded across his chest as he thinks, exhaling slowly. "truthfully? it could be anyone. poisoning an immortal is no small feat - who better to create such a poison than a fellow immortal? i would not be so quick to count our own out." each kingdom had secrets and darkness hidden within their own court.

"perhaps someone among nyxen's court did not agree with the decision to come here and wished to make a statement? perhaps a transvanian still holds resentment for the war all those years ago? there's too many possibilities..." he sighs heavily, head shaking. "it is enough to make my head spin. i'm more interested to see who is next." they pause, glancing at their friend with an arched brow. "perhaps the culprit isn't finished yet. there are a lot of nobles here...they may have more than one target. guess it will fall to us to figure that out, huh?"

oz was right, truly elas struggled to believe that he had achieved his current rank on his own merit. doors had swung open for him, that remained shut for many others - all because of that ability, nae curse. the curse that forced him out of the comfort of his own body, merging into the mind of another and laying their most private and hidden thoughts out to be seen. it truly was a curse, a curse that shoved him further up the ladder than he truly wanted to be.

' you know i couldn't keep details from you if i tried to... ' he paused momentarily, sinking back ever so slightly, ' but i don't have any insider information. it was truly eerie. one moment she stood with vigour raising her glass and the next ... there was a loud thump and she dropped to the ground. ' sky blue eyes darted to meet his friend's as he asked, ' who do you think did it? it surely could not have been one of us fae? the humans? but -- why invite everyone to then make such a spectacle of what in truth really is an execution while under the guise of forming an agreement ? '

' it just makes no sense... '

#osfirth.threads #osfirth.elas #tw mention of death #tw poison

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eyes turn to the ceiling as oz thinks, rolling back on their hands with a quiet hum, "well..." the word is drawn out as their head tilts to the side, "i think that is a matter of opinion. it all depends on what you find boring. for example - i find being dead very boring. much more interesting to be alive and not poisoned." the wide smile on their face makes it clear that they think they're rather clever for their feedback.

lips purse as oz moves to lean forward, tucking a leg against their chest, arms wrapped around as they listen, "yes...i thought i saw you dab those tears away earlier." when the question is turned on him, he gives a quiet scoff, "who? me? i'm just a servant to a foreign court, my lady. what is there to mourn?" there's a mischievous twinkle in their eyes, the corner of their mouth twitching up into a faint smirk, "especially when there are many among her own court who seem none too bothered by this turn of events. rather intriguing, wouldn't you agree?"

"yes, yes, but that necessitates being dreadfully boring, doesn't it?" pink lips pull into a pout that dissolves quickly into a smirk ; it is not an unusual expression to see upon the fair face of the master scholar. "poor queen scarcely had a chance - the title alone makes you far more likely to be poisoned no matter what you do." one delicate shoulder rises and falls in a shrug and she leans back in her seat to look at oz with a smile.

"ah, yes, absolutely. a sea of them, and now i am all dried up." who's to say it only just occurred ; arastina has not cried in at least a decade, maybe two. "and you, oz? have you thoroughly mourned the foreign queen?"

#osfirth.threads #osfirth.arastina #tw mention of death #tw poison #//gossipy lil thing

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Elja Dragola - Psychometrics Results

Maleficent (Maleficent) Oh, come on! That's funny.

Wanda Maximoff (WandaVision) I don't need you to tell me who I am.

Jyn Erso (Rogue One) If we can make it to the ground, we'll take the next chance. And the next. On and on until we win...or the chances are spent.

Allison Reynolds (The Breakfast Club) You do everything everyone tells you to do and that is a problem.

#elja.aesthetic

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there's a spark in dark eyes as icarus watches the young fae, something close to amusement and yet not fully there. "once upon a time, such a gathering was able to stop a war and resulted in the creation of three kingdoms. something your predecessor no doubt remembers as well as i." they pause, taking a drink from a wine glass, only for a finger to trace along the rim as they think. "clearly, the time for such civility - even feigned - passed long ago."

the corner of their mouth twitches up into a smirk, a brow arching as they speak, "perhaps. but then that would leave others open to attack, no? risks all around. this is your first summons like this, is it not? such a shame that it has - if i may be blunt - gone to hell. anything close to what you were expecting?"

"if there is anything to be learned from our archives, it is that betrayal and summits go hand in hand." it feels something like preaching to the choir when she speaks of the past to someone who was there, but that cannot stop arastina - one in her position so young must not be cowed by speaking of the past to those who lived it. "truly, what good can come of gathering all manner of powers from all manner of places under the guise of peace?"

a soft hum draws from her throat in thought. she had not even considered the fact no seer had seen such a thing. "perhaps they all sought to look for danger towards our queens and not others."

#icarus.threads #icarus.arastina #tw flashing lights #//for the gif alksdjfh not much but enough that i'd rather tag

[ncxaeterna]

it wasn't shocking seeing setteth in transvania - not after the king's summons. what was surprising was the rather sudden announcement regarding his half-brother's betrothal to the princess. that caught dante off guard - admittedly more than the attempted assassination.

there wasn't a valdinia alive who wasn't ambitious, no doubt this was simply some sort of grab for power. his family could scarcely tolerated dante's half humanity - he couldn't imagine any of them caring for a full-blooded human. setteth perhaps chief among them. dante was always more comfortable moving among the shadows, maybe that is the vampire in him. but he can't help the faint and fleeting smirk when setteth is able to pinpoint him.

"easy, setteth." he moves from the corner he was lurking in, "i'd hate to open the curtains on you." dante scoffs, tone unwavering, as if he was already bored of the conversation. "should i offer congratulations? or perhaps not yet? i cannot imagine her royal highness the sort to be so easily fooled by you."

for: @ncxaeterna's dante valdinia

Setteth had sought refuge in a private chamber, where a cacophony of grief and confusion continued to fill the hall outside. If his heart could beat or have any feeling at all, it would have swelled in pain. There was a tempest of emotions threatening to tear him apart, leaving him balling his fists in anger.

Then, he catches an all-too-familiar scent floating in the air. He breathed in deeply, the scent of his half-brother's humanity, a blend of human warmth and something that he could never quite define, tickled his senses. The thumping of Dante's heart reverberated in his ears, an unmistakable sign of his presence.

"I can hear it," Setteth called out, his voice dripping in venom. "That fragile little heart of yours."

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