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amberlylochtree​:

the drama of the past few days had strangled most of the warmth and fun from the treehouse in the wake of the ball. “something interesting to do. i mean, mayhaps i do cal but we tend to differ in our interpretations of interesting, wouldn’t you say?” amberly leans back languorously against the thick desk at her sister’s side, drumming her sun-bronzed fingers loudly in the quiet of the library. 

❝  that's  putting  it  mildly,  to  say  the  least.  ❞  she  says,  rolling  her  eyes  playfully  and  shaking  her  head.  she  and  amberly  were  two  sides  of  a  coin,  if  that  coin  were  showing  two  drastically  differing  opposites.  ❝  i  think  i'd  like  to  hear  your  suggestion  even  if  it  is  outside  my  usual  zone  of  comfort.  you  never  know,  am,  i  just  might  surprise  you.  ❞  she  says,  pushing  her  chair  away  from  the  table  and  standing  up.  ❝  i'm  done  studying  for  the  day  and  i  could  use  a  break.  ❞

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lacxna​:

“Should’ve known.” Not like Safiye had a problem with it, she was used to tis by now with Calista and Kaya. The two were always together or better yet, Calista was always trailing behind her older sister. It was cute if you asked Safiye. “It shouldn’t take too long, hopefully,” Safiye said before shrugging. “I’m alright, somewhat. Very upset that the party was cut short, everyone looked really into it.” More like she was really into it. 

❝  it  seems  like  everything  is  moving  very  quickly,  thankfully.  very  efficient  seeing  as  nothing  like  this  has  happened  before.  ❞  she  says,  the  hand  on  her  forearm  rubbing  gently  up  and  down,  fingers  curling,  her  thumb  rubbing  to  give  herself  a  little  comfort.  she'd  been  doing  so  much  to  help  that  she'd  completely  transformed  into  some  confident  person  and  now  she  was  back  to  the  introvert  she  usually  was,  wishing  she  could  hole  up  in  the  library.  ❝  it  did  seem  like  everyone  was  enjoying  themselves.  i  was  having  a  lovely  time  mingling  with  our  people.  it's  a  shame  someone  had  to  go  and  ruin  it.  ❞

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eviesummers​:

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Evie looked up at Calista, not entirely sure who she was but terrified of the idea of the girl ratting on her. she smiled at the condoning of her act, grabbing two packets of raisens and shoving them in. she had to admit, she was terrified by the display tonight. this was supposed to be the safe place. and now she wasn’t going to be taken in by a place obligated to help. now the nation was being threatened. was anywhere safe?

she needed to keep food in her chair, just in case.

“I’m not sure. where is that?” her mother said no adult shelters, that those were bad places for little shifters. but Evie was too old for child ones, and that had been four years ago, and she wasn’t sure what to think. all she knew was she shouldn’t automatically agree. “who are you?”

❝  it's  just  here  in  the  castle,  down  the  hall  a  bit,  and  around  the  corner.  ❞  she  says,  pointing  toward  the  door,  where  a  guard  stood.  it  wasn't  far  to  the  great  hall  and  it  was  roomier  in  there,  though  she  wasn't  sure  they'd  ever  had  to  set  up  temporary  beds  and  made  a  shelter  of  the  castle.  that  was  a  part  of  the  situation  that  she  had  no  knowledge  on.  she'd  never  read  anything  about  it,  certainly.  nothing  like  this  was  in  the  texts  she  read.      

❝  oh,  i'm  calista  lochtree.  i've  forgotten  my  hosting  duties  and  didn't  even  introduce  myself.  it's  nice  to  meet  you.  ❞  she  says  to  the  other  girl.  ❝  i  was  just  thinking  of  heading  there  myself,  if  you'd  like  to  go  with  me.  i  won't  pawn  you  off  on  caleb,  the  guard  who  hasn't  smile  in  a  decade.  i  think  he  saw  the  thing  that  lurks  behind  the  shelves  in  the  library...  ❞  she  shudders  at  the  thought  of  the  urban  legend.

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lacxna​:

LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : MADAN CASTLE W / ANYONE @atherions​

“Well, that is a bit upsetting. But fret not, everything will be fine.” She wasn’t lying, simply stretching the truth more than usual. Which happened during situations like this, where Safiye had to put on her best smile and made sure that her eyes twinkled as she calmed whoever was near her. “If you are planning to stay with us, please let me know and I’ll find you an open room. Unless you want to leave then I’ll find someone to walk you home.” 

❝  oh,  i  think  i'm  going  to  crash  with  kaya.  if  she'll  let  me  bug  her  for  that  long.  ❞  calista  says,  one  hand  wrapped  around  her  forearm.  she'd  always  liked  tagging  along  with  the  part-fae  madan  princess.  being  the  younger  of  the  two,  she'd  always  worried  that  she  was  a  nuisance  to  the  older  of  them,  but  she  adored  kaya,  and  always  felt  more  confident  and  more  free-spirited  around  the  next  madan  queen.  ❝  thank  you,  though.  i've  been  helping  my  mother  get  people  where  they  want  or  need  to  be.  hopefully  it  won't  be  too  much  longer  before  we  can  retire  for  the  night.  how  are  you  holding  up?  ❞

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where: the academy library status: open to anyone

calista  sat  with  pen  in  hand,  taking  diligent  notes  for  the  one  class  she  was  currently  enrolled  in.  but,  unlike  most  times  when  she  was  at  the  library  with  a  book,  she  was  a  little  bored.  she  needed  something  else  to  do.  she  sighed  and  closed  her  book,  dropping  it,  her  pen,  and  her  paper  into  her  bag.  ❝  please  tell  me  you're  here  because  you  have  something  interesting  you  want  to  do.  ❞  she  speaks  softly,  looking  up  to  the  person  who'd  approached,  before  slinging  her  bag  over  her  shoulder.

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eviesummers​:

This whole party felt very fancy, and Evie felt very out of place. people made way for her chair, and she’d made her way to the buffet tables. heaps of food, so much food. enough to feed her for weeks. she’d grabbed a plate, some potatoes and gravy and other heavy-sitting stuff. meat, as soon as she checked that it wasn’t fox.

she also grabbed some things that were a bit more preserved. juice boxes. whole apples. a protein bar. and she pulled the backpack off her chair’s back, slipped the food in next to her stuffed unicorn and other meager belongings. she thought she was being sly, but when she caught sight of someone looking, her eyes widened. “I wasn’t stealing!” she squeaked, putting her bag next to her and making to roll away.

 calista  had  been  watching  the  action,  checking  to  make  sure  everyone  was  still  well  and  truly  dealing  with  the  fallout  of  the  attack.  watching  stragglers  to  see  to  it  that  they  got  to  safety  and  made  sure  everyone  got  a  blanket  should  they  want  one.  she  turned  toward  the  banquet  tables  and  spotted  a  young  woman  gathering  supplies  and  a  smile  tugged  at  the  corners  of  her  lips.  if  calista  were  to  be  stuck  in  an  unfamiliar  place,  she'd  probably  do  the  very  same  thing.

 ❝  oh,  i  didn't  think  you  were.  i'm  glad  you're  getting  food.  it's  probably  going  to  be  a  long  night.  ❞  she  says,  walking  over  to  where  the  other  girl  sat  upon  her  wheelchair.  calista  wanted  to  make  sure  she  was  okay.  the  crowd  was  thinning  and  people  were  getting  to  where  they  needed  to  be  for  the  night  and  she  was  trying  to  help  the  last  of  the  people  get  to  safety  now  that  things  were  calming  down.

 ❝  are  you  staying  in  the  great  hall  tonight?  i  can  show  you  the  way.  temporary  beds  have  been  made  and  blankets  passed  out.  guards  are  stationed  everywhere.  We  want  to  make  sure  everyone  is  safe.  ❞

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lenmonteiro​:

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“ what happened? “ the words tumbled out as she gripped the folds of her dress, clinging to them as she was unsure of what move to make even as the other spoke of making a choice. she wanted to smile and nod, say the right thing and be seen as someone a lot more put together than she felt in that moment. but she could not. “ i… i don’t know what i need. “ part of her wanted to see to someone else, see if they were alright — perhaps even take a note from the other before her, one that was calming and already knew what to do in the state of the emergency that others were experiencing as well as herself as elena stared at for another beat. “ how are you so calm? “ she asked out of pure curiosity. 

 ❝  the  candles  all  blew  out  and  when  they  were  relit,  there  was  a  threat  from  an  unknown  person.  nobody  knows  who  left  the  threat,  but  i'm  sure  the  guards  are  on  it.  it's  just  a  matter  of  getting  people  to  safety  now.  chambermaids  are  bringing  blankets  to  the  great  hall,  i  can  take  you  there  if  you'd  like.  ❞  she  says,  soft  smile  on  her  face.  

 ❝  you're  likely  in  shock.  it's  been  happening  a  lot  tonight,  what  with  everything  that's  happened.  it's  a  natural  reaction,  i'm  told.  we  can  get  you  some  water  and  get  you  cozy  somewhere  if  you'd  like  to  stay  here.  ❞  calista  understood  not  knowing  what  she  needed.  she  was  starting  to  feel  like  she  was  going  to  crumble  under  the  pressure  and  didn't  know  what  she  needed  to  feel  okay  again.  she  needed  to  be  strong  for  her  family  and  her  land.  

 ❝  honestly,  i'm  not  sure  i'm  calm.  just  trying  to  do  what  i  have  to  for  atherion.  ❞

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heavyburdcn​:

it’s in this very moment that ariella fully resents the gown she had chosen for the occasion. she’s busy tucking the corners of her skirts into the hem at her waist to at least gather them away from her feet, while her younger sister–albeit only by a year–plays leader. ariella lets calista take on the role, nowhere near confident enough to do so herself. still, she hovers near her sister as if to imply their authorities are combined to any interested citizens. it’s the only way she knows how to help without having to speak up. 

ariella quietly notes how even the shyest of her family takes on the leadership role so comfortably. she smiles and nods to the townsfolk calista is speaking to, at least offering her familiar face (seen the most often out of her siblings, she thinks). once they’ve moved on, ariella steps up to calista’s elbow and gently nudges it to indicate that they should speak. “i haven’t heard anything about what’s going on.”

 ❝  all  i  really  know  is  that  there  are  chambermaids  gathering  blankets  to  be  passed  around  in  the  great  hall  for  those  who  plan  to  stay.  as  shock  sets  in,  they'll  want  to  bundle  up  and  feel  cozy.  ❞  calista  says,  repeating  what  she'd  heard  as  she'd  been  walking  around  just  after  the  candles  had  been  relit.  she'd  been  listening  for  what  the  madan's  present  army  had  been  whispering,  catching  a  few  words  hear  and  there,  but  had  gathered  only  a  little  information.  

 ❝  i  should  really  see  what  mom  wants  me  to  do,  but  i  figured  making  sure  our  people  were  taken  care  of  was  as  good  a  place  to  start  as  any.  if  you  want  to  help  me,  you  can  escort  these  two  out  to  the  guard  in  the  hall  while  i  help  the  couple  over  there.  ❞  she  tells  her  older  sister,  a  soft  smile  on  her  face.  she  doesn't  know  where  this  ability  to  take  the  lead  is  coming  from,  but  she's  going  to  ride  the  wave  as  long  as  she  can.

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[ofatherion]

where: madan castle when: after the candles blow out status: open to anyone

❝  anything  i  can  do  to  assist?  ❞  devlyn  asked,  dagger  strapped  to  her  thigh  over  leather  pants,  tunic  covering  the  weapon.  this  was  the  way  she  always  dressed,  the  only  thing  different  in  her  appearance  was  that  her  pants  were  nicer,  and  her  hair  was  done  up  better  than  usual.  otherwise,  she  always  had  a  weapon  on  her  —  usually  for  cutting  rope,  but  tonight,  she  felt  all  the  more  safe  having  it  on  her.  

❝  i'm  armed  and  i  can  walk  people  back  to  their  homes  in  town  if  need  be.  ❞  she  says,  a  soft  smile  on  her  face.  she'd  always  wanted  to  be  a  knight,  and  now  she  felt  like  she  was  getting  a  chance  to  shine.  to  show  that  she  could  do  it.

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edriclochtree​:

“Calista, This is what I’ve been doing my whole life. Preparing for this moment. My ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ has led me to do this. While I would spare with anyone who was capable of welding a weapon. I will not let Atherion fall.” He said as his raven dark curls that he had spend over an hour, getting ready for the ball; now fall slightly limp over his eyes, he pushed it back with his free hand.  Feeling her fingers softly grasp his forearm, he looked down at the floor briefly. “Will you have faith in this kingdom? 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦?” He said as he swallowed a bit uneasy before his other hand had rested upon his sisters’, giving her a warm smile.  “You shouldn’t have the need to worry. We will find what is happening and put a stop to this.” “I promise.” Edric responded before taking a few steps away from his sister, as he rolled his shoulders back; standing up as his confidence also rose. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.” 

❝  yes,  yes,  i  know.  but  we've  never  actually  had  to  do  this  for  real.  ❞  she  says,  turning  her  head  to  survey  her  surroundings.  a  woman  was  scrubbing  the  red  paint  that  looked  so  much  like  blood  and  it  made  calista  sick  to  see,  her  stomach  churning  at  the  sight.  she  shook  her  head  before  looking  back  to  her  brother.  

❝  of  course  i  have  faith  in  you,  and  our  kingdom.  i  just  can't  believe  this  is  happening  and  it  feels  very  big.  ❞  it's  the  biggest  thing  that's  ever  happened  to  atherion  in  her  lifetime.  she  can't  remember  anything  so  scary  or  unnerving  happening  in  the  span  of  her  memories.  

❝  go.  take  care  of  atherion,  help  the  madan's,  but  be  safe.  you  know  mother  will  worry  endlessly  if  you  do  something  stupid  and  get  hurt  right  after  this  has  happened.  ❞  she  says,  giggling  softly  to  lighten  the  mood.  if  she  could  depend  on  anything,  it  was  a  worrisome  mother.  at  least  that  was  a  constant.

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edriclochtree​:

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What a night this came to be. Joyful music filled his ears. This was a night surely to remember… . But things had suddenly turned for the worst. One moment, he was happily chatting (or at least attempting to talk) with the plethora of girls surrounding him but their over-exaggerated giggles just caused Edric to smirk and smile. It happened rather quickly, when the candle lights ceased from existence. Once everything reappeared; to which Edric’s gaze was towards the writing on the walls. He immediately made sure that the girls that were at an arm’s reach were first to go towards the castle for safety. Hastily making his way down the corridor, he was somewhat relieved to see another family member of his. finally catching the eye of his sister as the girls seemed to huddle in a circle approaching her. “ I can’t go with you– lead our people to safety.”  Edric said as he seemed antsy, nervous for what would happen to the beloved kingdom of Atherion. “I have to go and gather the royal army. I want full surveillance, every single ear at my command.” Edric said as his face grew concerned, his colored hues glancing around the room as if he were anticipating the next move, before letting wetting his lips slightly. Unbuttoning the clasp of his suit jacket.  “Now- I really need to go. We all have a role to fulfill. Protect our family and our people.” He spoke with such an authoritative tone. It was stern and serious; although his body posture seemed to say something else.

❝  our  people  are  far  from  the  safety  of  their  own  homes,  edric.  ❞  she  says  softly,  a  hand  upon  his  upper  arm.  she  takes  a  breath,  glancing  at  a  worried-looking  fae  couple  behind  him  who  were  talking  to  one  of  the  madan's  guards.  it  meant  she  could  take  a  moment  to  talk  to  her  brother  without  worrying  that  she  wasn't  doing  enough  to  help  their  people.  

❝  i  don't...  i  don't  think  we  have  much  of  an  army,  edric.  when  was  the  last  time  we  had  an  attack  happen  in  atherion?  there  are  barely  mean-spirited  people  here,  let  alone  people  who  would  orchestrate  an  attack  such  as  this  one.  i  fear  our  forces  aren't  strong  enough  to  take  on  a  large  attack.  what  are  we  going  to  do?  ❞  she  asks,  worry  painting  the  features  on  her  face.  she  had  been  holding  strong,  but  with  another  member  of  her  family  so  close,  it  was  easy  to  want  to  fall  apart.  it  was  easy  to  let  herself  take  the  comfort  that  being  close  to  familiar  people  offered.  

❝  there's  safety  in  numbers,  i  suppose.  it's  a  good  thing  so  many  are  here.  ❞

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atherian​:

status: OPEN where: Madan Castle when: after the candles have relit

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         Kaya’s heart pounded in her chest so hard it felt like it would jump out. What the hell was that? She looked around, locating her mother and watching her whisper with Queen Ayesha. She ran up to her, fear in her eyes. She’d always been prepared for something unexpected to happen, and yet… she never expected it really would. Not here, not in her lifetime. She got instructions from her mother, and moved on.

          “Hey,” she said to the first person she turned around to find, “are you okay? Would you like to stay or be escorted home? How can I help?” She didn’t want to overwhelm them, but she was overwhelmed herself, a little understandably shaky as she stepped into her role.

❝  i'm  okay.  i'm  going  to  stay  here  for  the  time  being.  ❞  she  says,  voice  strong,  nodding  her  head  quickly.  ❝  tell  me  what  you  need  me  to  do;  i'm  ready  to  help.  ❞  she's  been  directing  people  toward  the  great  hall,  where  blankets  are  being  passed  out,  but  if  there's  a  better  use  of  her  time,  she'll  happily  be  told  what  else  she  can  be  doing.  she's  worried,  naturally,  but  she's  put  a  brave  face  on  and  can't  help  but  act  like  every  bit  the  princess  that  she  in  in  this  time  of  crisis.  honestly,  she  didn't  know  that  she  had  it  in  her  to  do  so.

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[ofatherion]

when: post candles blown out where: madan castle status: open to anyone

 ❝  you  should  get  somewhere  safe.  they're  taking  people  further  into  the  castle.  we're  getting  down  blankets  for  anyone  experiencing  shock.  please  let  me  know  if  you  need  anything.  ❞  calista  kicks  into  emergency  mode,  the  big  sister  role  she's  rarely  had  to  play  turning  on  and  taking  over  when  she  starts  to  direct  people  toward  her  mother  and  queen  madan.  

 she's  almost  nothing  like  her  usual  self,  turning  from  the  demure,  quiet  girl  she  usually  is,  into  a  princess  fit  for  the  title.  who  knew  panic  and  terror  could  do  that  to  her?  ❝  i  can  walk  you  to  the  great  hall.  it's  not  too  far  from  the  ballroom.  ❞

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[ofatherion]

vesperadragor​:

Location: Leaving the Madan Library, Unity Ball  Who: Open

Unsure of how many hours she’d spent in the Madan Royal library this time Vespera had packed up her bag and stretched out her aching fingers that were stained with black ink. Ink that matched the black scales that littered her skin across all parts of her body. Skin that was fully covered by the darkest materials available so that none of that would ever risk being on display. People probably thought the historian almost prudish with the long sleeves and high collar she always wore. The pants and knee high boots and the gloves she was slipping onto her hands at that very moment. The only skin that showed was the fair elven face and even that was usually only half as her hair covered the single eye with the draconic pupil that was hidden from sight. 

With everything fully adjusted she moved through the stacks and out of the large and familiar room that felt like a home away from home. As she reached the door Vespera watched a few servers rush by and realized what time it must be. The Ball was here. She was dressed well enough as she always dressed in a studious high society manner when she came to use the royal library but emotionally she was not ready at all to face this. She had meant to be long gone before this had begun. “Professor, allow me to take your books while you enjoy the ball,” she heard a familiar voice call before the bag was removed and she was practically spun down the hall towards where the voices where echoing from. 

Entering the room Vespera very nearly tripped into a person nearby thanks to the forced movement and she felt her stomach clench as nerves hit. “Apologies my friend back there was a bit too excited,” she commented aloud to the nearest person she’d almost taken out. 

❝  oh,  it's  no  problem  at  all.  ❞  kinsey  says,  breathless,  bracing  herself  against  the  other,  hands  against  her  arms,  lithe  fingers  wrapping  around  the  fabric  of  her  clothes.  she  had  been  in  a  rush  to  find  a  bathing  chamber,  wanting  to  use  the  facilities  before  she  got  to  work  on  her  painting,  and  had  rounded  a  corner  too  fast,  coming  to  bump  into  someone.  

❝  i  didn't  get  any  paint  on  you,  did  i?  ❞  they  ask,  quickly  removing  their  hands  and  looking  at  where  their  fingers  had  just  been  coiled.  where  their  bodies  had  just  collided.  she  didn't  want  to  mess  up  the  other  person's  belongings  or  make  them  all  messy  for  the  ball  when  it  was  supposed  to  be  a  formal  affair.  if  anyone  was  going  to  be  paint  covered,  it  would  be  kinsey.  they  take  a  step  back  and  brush  down  their  dress,  taking  a  breath.  it  felt  like  they'd  been  running  all  over  tonight,  talking  to  so  many  people,  doing  so  many  things.  she  needed  a  break.

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[ofatherion]

(jamie campbell bower, 27, cis male, he/him) JAMIE HELLSTRÖM is a BOOKSELLER. They are an ELF. They are CODEPENDENT, but they are also POETIC. In their spare time, you can find them WRITING POETRY IN THE TAVERN.

jamie was always the athletic one in school. captain of his dueling team, he was always doing something to be seen as the sporty, athletic one. he was always the golden boy. he never did anything that could get him into any known trouble. 

known being the operative word. he was always doing something stupid to get himself into trouble, his parents just didn’t know about it. and he liked it that way. he thought that if he were the perfect child, they might stop arguing for five seconds and remember that they had kids that depended on them.

a lot of the shit he got into was because he was defending his twin sister from people who shouldn’t have been talking shit about her in the first place. sure, she could fight her own battles, and when it came to the really big stuff, she did, but if jamie ever heard anyone say anything about her, he’d swing first and ask questions later. it didn’t matter. nobody talked shit about jules, especially not where he could hear. 

jamie is bisexual, and although he’s not closeted, he never really came out to his parents. he never thought he needed to. he never brought a boy home while in high school, but he never sat down and had a conversation with his parents saying hey, i also like guys, and if that’s a problem, you’re just gonna have to deal with it.

jules, being the other half of himself, was the only person he ever felt like he needed to come out to, and not because he thought she might think of him any differently, but because he thought she’d be the one person that would understand him and not judge him. because she was the only person who he ever really cared enough to tell.

he once broke his arm climbing a tree, because he got a dueling sword stuck super high up, and really wanted it back. he didn’t care that his parents had told him no. he didn’t care that it was higher than he’d ever climbed before, or that the branches got super thin that far up. he fell, hit a lot of branch on the way down, and ended up with a splint. 

over the years, he did a lot more stuff like that, adding broken bone after broken bone to the list. he wasn’t careful and he was an idiot, always getting himself into places and things that he definitely shouldn’t have been getting into.

jamie is a bookseller, but he is also a writer, and loves to write poetry. he always has. while he was always a big jock in school, he secretly loved to make beautiful things out of words. he writes them all down in a notebook and keeps the notebooks in a box in his bedroom. 

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[ofatherion]

alistairlochtree​:

where: unity ball

open to: anyone

While his appearance was practically mandated, nobody had told Alistair he had to enjoy it. It was the mingling that was the problem, it was a ball, and there was an obvious dress code but individuals had shown up with tattered hemlines and pocket squares that didn’t match the occasion. It was a disgrace, but he intended to play nice. At least for now. Perched somewhere near the kitchens so he had first access to the flow of food that made its way out to the ball, he did his part to remind himself of the purpose of all this. Camaraderie, coming together, pleasantries, safety, so on and so forth. Idly Alistair was counting down the minutes until it was appropriate for him to leave, dark eyes wandering over what those on the floor considered dance. 

“You should be enjoying yourself,” Alistair remarked, “it’s a party, remember?” He tried to keep the chiding tone out of his voice and opted instead to tip his glass towards his lips, draining the champagne before setting it on a passing tray. If anyone was going to look sour and sulky he was determined that it would be him, at the very least if he was to have competition he could say that at least he looked far better. “Smile, maybe someone will even ask you to dance.”

❝  i  am  enjoying  myself.  ❞  calista  says,  one  hand  wrapped  around  her  champagne  flute,  the  other  wrapped  around  her  midsection,  looking  to  the  outside  world  like  she  was  hugging  herself.  it  made  it  rather  obvious  that  she  didn't  like  to  be  in  crowds.  that  this  was  hard  for  her.  she  was  supposed  to  be  mingling  right  now,  but  instead,  she  was  by  the  refreshments,  snacking  on  strawberries,  her  index  finger  and  thumb  stained  red  from  the  juice.  she'd  reach  out  for  a  piece  of  fruit,  eat  it  quickly,  and  then  resume  her  position  of  looking  like  she  was  holding  herself  together  tightly.  

❝  who  would  ask  me  to  dance?  that's  never  happened  before,  i  doubt  it'll  happen  tonight.  ❞  she  says,  almost  bitterly.  besides,  she'd  never  put  any  effort  into  getting  asked  to  dance.  she  turns  her  head  toward  her  brother,  anyhow,  and  gives  him  her  best  smile,  as  if  to  say  'happy'?

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[ofatherion]

queenatherixn​:

location : madan castle who : anyone

tw: grief

queen ayesha lochtree, clothed in rich red silks and hair in it’s usual silver twists, admired her subjects that had attended this years unity ball, settled comfortably into a velvet lined throne with a full goblet in her hand. the fae queen felt pride surge through her body, the same pride she had felt for the previous generations of atherion and alike those, this was a generation of individuals that celebrated diversity, hungered for peace, longed for inclusion and most importantly, as signified at tonight’s event, fostered a sense of unity amongst all the folk of atherion. 

while she loved and cared for her adopted children with an unparalleled love, she loved all the citizens of atherion, considering all of them as if they were her own children, her maternal instincts stretched geographical limits from one side of the atherion border to the other. 

oh how she loved to watch them dance, smile, hug and laugh…it had not always been this way. despite attending countless balls and feasts in the madan castle over the centuries, being inside it’s lofty walls did not make it any easier. grief still coursed her veins and had settled itself like a permanent silent shawl over her aging shoulders. the grief was heavy, it hurt, but the pain was a reminder that the love was real, that kala madan’s memory would live on through her life’s work as protecter, matriarch and queen of atherion. 

a figure bowed before the queen. 

“rise my child” the queen’s voice was soft and gentle, as it often was, greeting her subject and waving her goblet signalling that they may stand and address her, “- are you finding the festivities quite satisfactory?”

♕

 calista  wasn't  one  for  big  parties.  she  was  here,  though,  as  the  dutiful  daughter  of  the  queen,  doing  her  part  as  a  lochtree  princess.  it  was  a  wonder  she  hadn't  ducked  out  into  the  madan's  library  yet  to  explore  their  collection  of  books.  no,  calista  was  indulging  in  champagne  and  attempting  to  stay  unbothered  by  the  large  group  of  people  that  was  currently  in  the  ballroom.  she  wasn't  a  fan,  but  she  was  doing  her  best.  

 when  she  saw  her  mom,  though,  she  was  delighted,  and  she  walked  up  to  her  quickly,  curtsying  as  best  she  could  in  the  gown  she  was  wearing.  ❝  hello,  momma.  ❞  she  says,  upon  rising.  ❝  are  you  having  a  good  time?  ❞  she  asks,  setting  her  empty  champagne  flute  on  the  tray  of  a  passing  waiter,  not  bothering  to  grab  another.  she  was  sure  she'd  had  enough  by  this  point.  she  didn't  drink  much.  it  was  probably  best  to  indulge  in  a  lemon  water  now.

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