"oh, going for the throat, are we?" she asked not even bothering to hide her smile. it was almost refreshing to speak with someone who didn't coddle her because of her position or personality. her smile turned sharp though the mirth hadn't left her eyes. "and for your information, we wear black so it doesn't show the blood of our enemies. wouldn't want to frighten people more than they already are."
they gave her a pointed look. " just because you all wear all black all the time does not mean that you are intimidating. it just means that you think we can't tell that you are repeating outfits. hint: we can. " though there was no actual sharpness behind their words, the corners of their eyes actually crinkling with a bit of delight, surprisingly finding the conversation quite fun.
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location : around the capital
time : early evening
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while the weather was pleasant enough and the sky was growing dark enough to show the stars, even that couldn't fully lift her normally jovial mood. melinoe was happy to not be trapped in a singular ballroom as they had been, but this almost seemed more cruel. to have some semblance of freedom only to be ambushed with the revelation that they were trapped once more.
"how long do you think this will last?" she asked, though she was certain the question had been asked and not answered a thousand times since people had figured out they couldn't leave the capital. "i mean, i'm sure one of the high lords or ladies will figure it out soon and punish whoever is behind this, but it cannot end soon enough."
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"i don't know about afraid, but i'm not really the biggest fan of being trapped in here," she admitted, though she was certain the fact would later be used against her in some way. "i much prefer being outside under the night sky." the comment was one that was far too obvious considering her home and upbringing, but was made nonetheless.
"are you doing alright well with all of this?" mel asked, truly wanting to know the answer. "you seem so at peace." and so unlike many of the others in the room who seemed to vary between anger, anxiety, and the facade of indifference.
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unlike the hotheadedness of most of her family iseul considered herself a rather even tempered person, enjoying walks along the river's edges of the rivers and streams by her family's home to creating her own paints and blushes. she liked a more simple life, but her kindess should never be taken for granted, after all, she was a fire wielder after all. and while her fire was an ember against that of her family if you angered her, it shined just as bright. "you seem afraid," iseul commented to the other. "would water helped to calm your nerves?"
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she laughed at the comment ( more like snorted, but she'd never admit to something as embarrassing as that ). "perhaps they do, but i happen to think my company is better than most," she said with a small shrug of feigned nonchalance. "oh, i'm sure there no bias there," she added, sarcasm lacing her tone. "you're completed wrong though. night court would absolutely win. we're quite vicious, you know." and yet she was likely one of the least intimidating people from her court ( another thing she'd never admit to ).
aeri gave a slight raise of their shoulders. " well you would. most people would think of themselves as good company since you are stuck with your own self all of the time, no ? " though in reality aeri was just being an ass ( as usual ) and melinoe was actually fine company. with her words, their lips twisted upwards into a devilish smirk. " oh you're so right. and if i had to bet ... i'd say we'd see an autumn court fae win. no bias or anything. "
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she turned towards the voice, her previously tapping fingers betraying her anxiety finally stilling on the glass she held. "i happen to think i'm great company," melinoe declared, with a small shrug, the unease she'd been feeling since being locked in turning to a a sort of amused indignation. "but you're absolutely correct, this is bound to turn into some sort of altercation." she mused over the options for a moment before decided on her bet. "i'm thinking a brawl first," she admitted. "this many powerful fae trapped in a room. bound to be a disaster in the making if this goes on much longer."
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" so you mean to tell me i'm stuck in here with all of you people ? " aeri loudly complained as they snatched a bottle of wine off one of the refreshment tables, claiming it for themself. " great ... " they added bitterly, a sour look crossing their face as they sulked about. they grabbed a seat at one of the random tables beside them and turned to the person occupying one of the seats. " so what do you think is going to happen first with us all stuck in here ? who's going to end up getting in a fight ? who's going to end up getting together ? " they leaned forward with intrigue. " tell me your thoughts. "
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mel was attempting to keep up a facade that she was completely unbothered by the rather frightening turn of events the coronation had taken. she had been under no impression that she'd be the one to break them all free, but seeing fae after fae with staggering abilities fail had been... unnerving to say the least.
"the sentiment is very much appreciated," she replied to the shadowsinger, a small, albeit forced, smile on her face. "i assume there's still no news on how we're to get out of here?"
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“ my lady ? ” siara had taken it upon herself to find the youngest draven, after she’d exhausted trying to get out herself. it proved useless, so the most she could do was care for the family who held her loyalty. “ i suppose it is foolish to ask how you are fairing, but i wished to check on you nonetheless. ” a sliver of caring shown by the shadowsinger.
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"considering no one is showing any signs of stopping soon, likely most of the night," she considered some of her own late nights frolicking at parties. "perhaps into the morning," she amended.
"i find myself mostly surprised no one has made a fool of themselves yet." and moreso, the fact that she hadn't made of fool of herself or the night court.
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“ at least the dancing is entertaining. ” rhys chimes, watching the dance floor with a laugh as he’d just gotten off of it. the emissary was a charmer, he enjoyed his job as well as the ability to socialize as he could. it was mostly fake, a show that nobody called him on, but he’d be keeping it that way. “ i wonder how late the night shall run. ”
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mel's steps were light as she caught up to her sister-in-law, though she was practically tripping over herself in excitement. "yes," she beamed, flashing a broad grin. "all i've done is paint everything." the walls of her room at home were due to have quite a few new additions. and perhaps all her family and friends would also have a few new gifts of paintings coming in the days to come. "so," she continued, "i figured i should brighten everyone's evening with my presence."
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Sera could not hide her excitement as she passed about the great hall where the coronation ball was being held, it had been a long time since she had attended a celebration and actually enjoyed herself. once she had let go of her reserves she had began to enjoy life outside her home court. "the crown really did not held back on the celebration," she speaks as someone falls into pace with her, friendly smile as she looks over her shoulder. "are you enjoying the festivities?" she asks with welcoming demeanor.
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"i do!" the exclamation came out a little louder than intended as she bounced on her feet and flashed a quick smile. no one had ever accused melinoe of being subtle. or quiet. ever. she'd been told more than once to rein it in, but that had never made an impact on her behavior.
"have you ever been? you should definitely come for a visit." although tourism wasn't necessarily the night court's biggest claim to fame, mel had never been shy to recruit people to visit the best court ( in her no-so-humble opinion ). "the stars are breathtaking, but that's not all we have," she added, giving her an almost conspiratorial wink.
perhaps in another lifetime she might recognize all the faces she ought to, but lux had only lived in prythian for five years. the once human was still gathering her bearings in a world she never thought actually existed. dreams had an interesting way of coming true in ways that made them mixed with nightmares.
her gaze turns from the land and a gentle smile sits atop her lips. “ we can certainly both agree on that. ” she says softly. the other didn’t seem angry, so lux remained relaxed. she was working on her reactions, rather than getting immediately worried at the smallest of slights. her interest piques at the comment, and she feels a bit like her old self for a moment. “ do you hail from the night court ? ” lux had ambition to one day visit all the courts, she just wasn’t sure it would ever come to pass.
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“Under your skin the moon is alive.”
— Pablo Neruda, “Ode to a Naked Beauty”
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"damn," she breathed. "i really thought i'd have you this time." it had become a game, of sorts, for the girl, trying to surprise or shock someone who seemed so impenetrable. and after making small talk with a few older fae who had passive aggressively referred to her as a child, she was looking for a new form of entertainment that this game filled for the time being ( while fully ignoring that this game made her look even more childish ).
"one day i'll surprise you," mel vowed despite knowing the odds were certainly not in her favor in this regard. "i think it might be my new life's mission."
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“ your footsteps give you away. ” siara had taken three false turns, ultimately taking her in a circle, to see if the person behind her was following or simply near by chance. cautious as ever, she let her shadows linger and loom in the corners at the ready. “ is there something you need ? ” she asks as the spymaster slowly turns to face the other.
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although melinoe had spent a bit of time exploring her new surroundings, she still found herself frequently, and normally hopelessly, lost yet again. and while there were many things she could do with her time rather than wander about, she refused to ask for any sort of directions. after all, some of her best adventures had been because she had simply lost her way. it was this attitude that led her to nearly run into someone on her newfound path and she found herself letting out a small gasp as a look of chagrin took over her face.
"nothing to forgive," she shrugged, offering an apologetic smile. "i could say the same thing about myself." it was the truth. she very rarely looked where she was going, very much the leap before looking sort. her attention was normally scattered from one thing to the next, each move far from calculated and planned.
"how are you finding the capital?" she asked a moment later in a somewhat poor attempt at small talk.
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hudson felt, a lot, out of place. more than they usually did. while he had traveled after his blood rite, it had been many years ago, nearly a hundred years. his skin has been less inked and far less scared then and hadn't had the title of spymaster. while he always darkened a corner he truly felt like he darkened this one as if it were midnight and somehow in the middle of the day with how many eyes seemed to dance over his body. he knew shadowsingers were rare, there were only three that were known at the moment the most that had been alive together in centuries but those who had never seen one before did not have to gawk. it scared him.
they turned, almost colliding with someone. he instantly took a step back, bowing his head. "forgive me, i was not looking to where i was walking."
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melinoe's time since her arrival for the coronation had been mostly spent exploring her new surroundings and balancing what sort of trouble she could get into without embarrassing her family. it was this wandering that led her to a fae that seemed lost in her own thoughts, so she thought to distract the other woman a bit.
"it is quite incredible," melinoe agreed easily. "i was just remarking on the sights," she added with an easy smile. the capital couldn't compare to her home court, but mel had always enjoyed capturing beautiful sights on canvas when she could. perhaps she could even bring some of that beauty home with her. "you know, i always forget that beauty can be found all over, not just in the night sky," she remarked a moment later.
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lux was overwhelmed, and she didn’t quite know how to hide it perfectly. only five years as a fae, and she felt she had centuries of growth ahead of her. the pointed ears still shocked her when touched, and anytime she made fire it was both thrilling and terrifying. she’d been thrown into the cauldron and came out something else entirely, a mirror version of the human she was. a symbol of a broken treaty, something people detested. her best bet was to not seem different, but it was quite difficult when her senses were on overdrive in a new place. in her thoughts, the dreamer completely missed another’s voice, and blinked before glancing over. “ sorry, were you speaking ? i was a bit distracted by this incredible view. ” an excuse.
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𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧
‘ aslıhan malbora, cis woman, she/her, 27 / 268 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems MELINOE DRAVEN has finally made it to the capital, the LADY from the NIGHT COURT is said to be CHARISMATIC and is said to describe themselves with WISHING ON EVERY STAR IN THE NIGHT SKY, COURT GOSSIP AS A FORM OF CURRENCY, PAINT-SPLATTERS ON WRINKLED SILK DRESSES, CONSTANT APOLOGIES FOR BEING LOST IN YOUR OWN THOUGHTS, PEOPLE CALL YOU FICKLE & YOU LAUGH IN THEIR FACE ( WHO WOULD EVER WANT TO BE KNOWN AS PREDICTABLE? ) and with all of this in mind their CAPRICIOUS nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
compare to : caroline forbes ( the vampire diaries ), carrie bradshaw ( sex and the city ), sarah cameron ( outer banks ), holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany's ), serena van der woodsen ( gossip girl ), oberyn martell ( game of thrones ), ty lee ( avatar: the last airbender ), lydia bennett ( pride & prejudice ), thor ( marvel cinematic universe ), buffy summers ( buffy the vampire slayer ), angela montenegro ( bones ), daisy buchanan ( the great gatsby ), merry brandybuck ( lord of the rings )
☾ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ☽
*:・゚ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒
full name : melinoe lyra draven
nicknames : mel
age : 268 ( physically 27)
species : high fae
gender / pronouns : cis woman & she/her
sexual orientation : pansexual
romantic orientation : panromantic
occupation : lady / aspiring painter
*:・゚ ⸻ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
personality traits : charismatic, flighty, capricious, fickle, compassionate, brash
likes : painting, revelries, star gazing, dancing, late mornings spent sleeping in, taking care of stray animals
dislikes : responsibility/duty, early mornings, long travel, outfit fittings, long meetings
fear(s) : death, boredom
secret talents : can juggle up to 6 items, is ambidextrous
goals & ambitions : to be known for art rather than the immature night court daughter
memorable traits : is constantly in motion
alignment : chaotic neutral
label(s) : the social butterfly, the sabaist, the effervescent, the reveler
vices : vanity & foolhardiness
virtues : friendliness & pride
*:・゚ ⸻ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
eye color : dark brown
hair colour : dark brown
hair type/style : typically worn long & wavy/curled
height : 5'6
build : slender
exercise habits : occasionally practices fighting, but it's rare
dominant hand : left
glasses/contacts : n/a
tattoos : n/a
scars : n/a
piercings : ears pierced
*:・゚ ⸻ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘.
father : tbd.
mother : tbd.
siblings : tbd draven (eldest sibling), cathal draven (elder adopted sibling), sabine draven (elder adopted sibling)
children : n/a
extended family : tbd.
pets : far too many to name
*:・゚ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃
as a child, melinoe had always been a flighty thing, flitting from one interest to another. she would give each of her toys equal attention in part because she feared their jealousy should she show more affection towards one bauble over another, but partly because nothing held her attention for long. more than that, there was so much in this world to explore, and mel wanted to see and do everything. after all, why would she limit herself when the world was endless? she hated the routine and monotony that some preferred, instead enjoying creating her own worlds to play in. and when people called her fickle for bouncing around from thing to thing, she would laugh in their face. who would ever want to be known as predictable?
there was something in stars that called to the girl. there was an element of wonder there, something that lent back to the fantastical child who dreamed of something more waiting for her. she always stared up at the stars at night and made up stories for made up constellations before she learned all of their names and stories. it was a game to her, making up stories.
there are moments that she feels like she belongs more to the burning balls of gas that have held her fascination than to her family and friends around her. so instead she took that feeling and put it into her art, trying to capture the feeling of awe and wonder she always has every time she looks up at night. she still feels like she hasn’t fully achieved that goal no matter how many of her pieces have sold. for a girl otherwise known as fickle, art is the only thing she has ever dedicated herself to other than her family.
mel seems to be constantly in motion, flitting from one thing to another. she’s compassionate, but forgetful. people shake their heads when she passes, muttering about how she’s just so immature, so young. and that’s more than true. she prides herself on being decisive, but never really stands by any sort of decision. she prefers love over war and fighting, never having really trained beyond what was necessary to her own protection. the word ‘responsibility’ is a ugly one that she hopes to never come into contact with ( though she supposes everyone must grow up some day ).
if she had her way, she would spend her afternoons and early evenings painting, her nights partying, and leave her mornings for sleep. there’s nothing better than being surrounded by people, music, alcohol, and treats. and if there is no event, then she’s perfectly happy to throw one ( or rather, have someone do it for her ). ultimately, she’s just trying to live her best life.
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