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Bisexual
𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 5, 2017 13:39:23 GMT -5
ALRIGHT i think i'm finally done adding everyone's finished characters to the front
if you see an error please let me know ^^;
anyway, good morning everyone!
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Post by intentional on Feb 5, 2017 15:32:07 GMT -5
Adeline Caverly ;;
Louis and Teresa Caverly were currently locked out of Adeline Caverly’s room in their home. She was having another one of those temper tantrums, and today happened to be the grand Dawn Court celebration that they’d been invited to. The Caverlys held a high position amongst the High Faes, and if they weren’t there, it would look suspicious and it wouldn’t be good for their public image. Everyone was ready except for their youngest, and she was making a fuss about not wanting to go. When her older brother Nathaniel had tried persuading her, she blew him out of her room and locked it shut as her parents were trying to enter. They could feel a gust of wind pressing against the door so they couldn’t force it open, and felt it through their feet where there was a crack.
Teresa Caverly sighed as she hit her daughter’s door one last time before giving up. She shot a look at her husband, her large eyes pleading for him to do something about their uncontrollable daughter. Her mood swings were very frequent and Teresa didn’t know how to handle it.
“Go, Tessa, Nathan. Addie and I will join you after I talk to her. It looks bad if none of us show up, so you two at least go first.” Louis said.
“Are you sure you’ll be able to persuade her?” Teresa asked, exasperated.
“I’ll try my best, dear.”
The mother-son duo left their home to go to the party before them, and suddenly Louis could feel the pressure of the wind against the door disappear. He opened the door to her room to reveal his daughter, dressed and ready to go but with a frown on her lovely face.
“What’s wrong, dear?” Louis asked.
“I don’t like this dress. And I really don’t want to go to another party. I mean, parties are fun but I have to say hello to so many people." Adeline whined. She gazed at her father with the best puppy-eyes she could manage. “Do I have to go? No one cares who I am anyways. And I’m tired.”
“Adeline, you know what today is, right? It’s the first celebration following the mysterious deaths of the previous rulers. Lord Sebastian has made this an important party that every High Fae should attend. You know how lucky you are to have been born a Fae and not a Human, yes?” Louis said.
She nodded.
“Then we are going. Rise, and put a smile on your lovely face. Maybe Lord Sebastian will notice you in your stunning outfit tonight.” Louis smiled.
I hope Sebastian doesn’t notice. He creeps me out a little. And I feel a little bit bad for Lady Kalina. Humans aren’t that bad.
Adeline continued to frown as her father escorted her to the dance, but her face changed as she entered, plastering a fake smile on her face for the other Faes. Although she acted like a child, she knew (most of the time) when to be appropriate. And this was one of the more important celebrations of Dawn Court, and she would try to be on her best behavior.
Adeline’s blue eyes scanned the gardens and stage, absorbing its beauty. Sebastian really did know how to throw a party. And she could see him in the middle with Kalina on his arm, but then they separated, and Sebastian went off, leaving his sister alone. Louis ticked in disgust as he stared at Lady Kalina, but he escorted his daughter to the front to say their hello’s out of politeness.
Adeline didn’t share the same hatred for half-bloods or for humans as her family. She always thought that they were very much like faes, except with less gifts. They’d been handed the unfair side of the stick, and Addie didn’t really like how they were treated like dirt by her fellow Faes. She tried to do her best and treat them better than the rest of her family, but she still had to keep up appearances. And that was an exhausting job— mainly the reason why she didn’t want to come tonight. She felt like a doll, all dressed up and with a fake smile who had to say hello to everyone she knew. Formalities.
Adeline was dressed in a sleek, grayish-purple long dress with a halter neckline. Her back was exposed aside from the two thin straps that formed an X and looped to her neck to hold everything together. Her hair was tied into a stylish ponytail, and she had on a silver bracelet to match with the silver swirls on her dress. She wore silver heels to match, and a little bit of her toes peeked from underneath her long dress. She looked fantastic, but compared to the other faes, she really didn’t stand out too much, which she liked.
Louis said hello to Lady Kalina first, and he placed a hand on her daughter’s back, ushering her in front of him to say hello. Adeline’s ocean blue eyes were focused on the ground as she curtsied to greet the High Fae, then looked up into her brilliant gold eyes. They were the prettiest eyes that Adeline had ever seen, and she forgot to speak for a moment until her father nudged her back.
“Ah, hello, Lady Kalina. I’m Adeline Caverly, and this is my father, Louis Caverly.” Addie introduced them. “You look beautiful tonight.” She added with a childlike smile. Her father leaned in and whispered that he was going to find the rest of the Caverlys and to keep Kalina company (he didn’t really mean that part), but Addie decided that she was going to keep Kalina company. No one really valued Adeline that much anyway, and surely some faes would talk about how a Caverly was associating with the human halfblood, but Addie didn’t really care.
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 5, 2017 16:46:36 GMT -5
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{{ Lou
Parties and dances and grand, fancy ballrooms with their shiny floors and bright, dazzling lights-----all of it was annoying. Disgustingly so. The people were all high class and royalty, all prim and proper and refined. They wore their lovely gowns and their crisp suits around like it made them perfect. Like it made them better. Lou was ashamed to be a part of it, dressed in his finest blue blazer and irritatingly wrinkle-free, slate grey trousers, his wild curls slicked back against his head and his shoes so polished he'd been tempted it jump in every mud puddle on the way here. Not that he had much of a choice, as these parties were often mandatory if he didn't want someone to get on his case for ditching. Needless to say, he was there, whether he wanted to be or not, and he was very displeased. Even more so when, as he was sipping the wonderful golden wine, the color of pure sunlight, he heard a voice through the crowd that made him groan in unhappiness.
Riley Benavidez was well known for his raucous, boisterous personality, especially when it came to these little parties. He loved the people, the crowds, the chatter. Most of the guests either found him aggravating or charming-----there was never really anything in between. As he entered the room, he'd looked around, hands on his hips, clearly searching. Lou had tried his best to shrink down, to make himself appear impossibly smaller, but unfortunately failed. "There you are, Louie! I haven't seen you in ages!" Riley yelled loudly into the crowd, hurriedly rushing to his half-brother with open arms. "My, haven't you grown! Looking more handsome every time I see you, just like your wonderul brother. Come here and give me a proper hug!"
"Gross, no. I'd rather cut my own arm off," Lou muttered, quickly passing his drink to a nearby servant, who blinked at him. He took off from his spot, only walking at a fast pace at first until it seemed Riley hadn't gotten the hint, which was when he picked up the pace. Running at a party was not acceptable behavior, but he'd rather suffer the consequences than go anywhere near his so-called brother.
"Where are you going, Louie? Can I not get even a single hello from you?" Riley called after him in dismay. One would think that, after being rejected countless times, he'd finally give up. Lou had hoped he would, but he only seemed to grow more persistent. "Stop running!"
"Stop chasin' me!" Lou was not, under any circumstances, going to stand there and let that...madman hug him. Never in a thousand years. It was a ridiculous scene, two full grown men running through the crowd, Lou looking irritated and Riley maintaining such a genuinely wounded expression. It was not all that surprising, though, as it seemed to happen during most of these events when they both attended. Even the servants knew to stand out of the way, easily moving drinks and foods to prevent any unnecessary messes. Shoving rudely past poor bystanders, Lou dodged a few attempts to be caught by Riley. Riley was faster than him by far and could outrun him with no issue, though, so it came as no surprise when the halfblood was tackled and apprehended. Trapped in a tight, warm embrace, scowling and pouting and yelling very nasty things.
More than one Fae sniffed and grimaced at their display, turning their noses up, and Lou felt his face heat up slightly. Not to mention that they were uncomfortably close to the Lady Kalina and another clearly high-ranking Fae. To be tackled to the ground and hugged in such a childish way! And by Riley Benavidez. How degrading! He put a hand against the man's face, shoving him away. "Get off me, you deranged maniac!"
Riley made an overexaggerated puppy dog face, all wide eyes and stuck out lips. "But I'm-----"
"A nightmare. Now leave me be so that I can, maybe, enjoy the rest of my night." Lou stood up, brushing himself off, while it was Riley's turn to pout.
And this was why Lou hated parties: An annoying brother who refused to accept that Lou did not love him. }}
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Post by maple on Feb 5, 2017 18:53:36 GMT -5
[ hey everyone!! i had a soccer game but i'm going to work on some starters now.
edit; what is happening plot wise as of right now? ]
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Post by mags on Feb 5, 2017 19:03:13 GMT -5
( as far as i know, it's just a party at the dawn court that all high fae are allowed to attend? )
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Post by mags on Feb 5, 2017 19:29:07 GMT -5
isabel fairlight
high lady of the day court
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Isabel Fairlight knew precisely what she was in for when she had accepted the invitation to the gala at the Dawn Court. In essence, there would be an exaggerated showcase of Sebastian Fellrose’s wealth. With that in mind, she expected nothing but lavish elegance, and the scene to which she arrived did not disappoint in the least.
The garden setting was absolutely brilliant, with twinkling crystals hanging from marble pillars scattered throughout the area. Beautiful flowers, in varying hues, almost seemed to glow beneath the soft moonlight. Isabel took a few moments to simply drink in her surroundings; they were certainly something to behold.
Though she certainly respected the High Lord of Dawn, she did not particularly care for him. Both he and Loren Blackthorn, the High Lord of the Night Court, were a bit..dark for her taste. She did not care to involve herself with their little games.
Her dress, simply stated, was absolutely stunning. Fit for one of her status. It was simple. Elegant. The strapless, emerald-hued gown clung to Isabel’s body without being overly-revealing, and the satin fabric shimmered as she moved through the crowd of fae. Around her neck rested a beautiful, intricately-crafted, silver necklace infused with enough gems to truly showcase her own wealth. Golden curls billowed down her back and over her shoulders, resting upon her bare skin. Smooth as silk, her glossy hair shone in the moonlight. A glittering, silver diadem rested atop her head, studded with emeralds and diamonds (matching her necklace), which twinkled with every step the female took.
As she allowed her eyes to scan the party, her gaze rested upon Adrianna Silverblood, the High Lady of the Twilight Court. Now, this was someone with whom Isabel needed to speak before the night concluded. She had not truly had the chance to converse with the young female ever since she had taken power, though she knew that, out of the High Lords and Ladies, Adrianna was most likely to sympathize with Isabel’s cause. And because of this, she had come into this night with one, simple goal in mind: establish a relationship with Adrianna.
Now, her position regarding human treatment in Prythian was common knowledge: she neither supported nor condoned human slavery. And it was her single objective, when she took power, to reach some sort of..agreement with the other leaders in regard to this issue. She hoped to abolish the practice entirely — but she knew that convincing Sebastian and Loren (though mainly Sebastian) of this would be no easy task. It would take careful strategy and planning. This she knew for certain.
So she hoped to reel Adrianna in on this little plan of hers. And what better way to do that than to speak with her while she had the chance? Of course, she knew that she would need to be cautious when doing so, considering their location. Sebastian would, undoubtedly, have eyes and ears roaming the party and reporting conversations like these back to him. So Isabel would likely need to find a more private place for the two High Ladies to converse.
Her attention was quickly drawn away, temporarily, by the sounds of heads turning, facing the staircase that led from the palace down into the opulently-decorated garden. She turned as well, eyes widening as she saw not only Sebastian standing at the top of the steps, but — who was that? A new one of Sebastian’s little toys? How strange. What was the purpose of bringing her along? Surely this had happened before, but, nonetheless, Isabel found herself a bit..confused. Was he not going to take this opportunity to try to get to know members of the other courts? Was he instead going to simply flirt with a new girl? How like Sebastian to do this. She found herself shaking her head in utter disgust, and, upon further thought, she supposed that she had been wrong to expect more of him. Her blue eyes followed the young female faerie as she made her way downstairs, and, wow, was Sebastian already leaving her alone? Honestly? That had not been what she had been expecting. Perhaps she had assumed incorrectly about their relationship; however, she had not the energy to reevaluate. Gaze flicking to Sebastian, she watched as his golden eyes scanned the party, and a shiver crawled up her spine. He was likely searching for Loren. And if that was not the case, then he would surely find him later. And the mere thought of the two of them together simply made her a bit anxious. She could see the two of them just..feeding off of one another.
She needed to find Adrianna.
Scanning the crowd once again, she regained view of the young leader, and began to weave through the crowd of fae that stood between them. Her heart rate began to increase as a (possibly unwarranted) sense of urgency washed over her, though she still managed to maintain a calm, cool, and collected exterior. As she made her way closer, countless individuals greeted her, and she nodded acknowledgement to them as she passed.
(There was no debating the fact that, out of the four leaders of the Courts, Isabel was the most benevolent. Her leadership made the Day Court, arguably, the most stable of the four. Especially when compared to the more erratic leadership style of, say, Sebastian. His unpredictability was what made him dangerous. And Isabel, for good reason, feared him. She only hoped that she masked that underlying fear effectively. If not, she knew that it could be her downfall.)
Finally, she reached Adrianna, and she lightly placed a hand upon her shoulder. Isabel’s fingers were a bit cool to the touch, so she hoped that she didn’t shock the other faerie too much. She allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief, offering the other High Lady a warm and genuine smile.
“May I speak with you for a moment, dear? If it’s not too much trouble,” she began, her blue gaze conveying the urgency that her tone of voice could not — after all, if the two of them were being watched, Isabel needed to give away as little detail as possible, “I haven’t yet had the opportunity to have an actual conversation with you.” A light chuckle escaped her lips, a feeble attempt to lighten the already-tense mood.
She only hoped that Adrianna would agree to speak with her. That would set her mind at ease. |
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Post by maple on Feb 6, 2017 1:44:24 GMT -5
honey havenwood. These kind of events left Honey feeling exponentially uncomfortable, the glitz and the glamour, it was all a little much. Not that twinkling candles and necks adorned with precious gems weren't beautiful and eye-catching -- they were, but that was just it. Everywhere she looked there was wealth, polished and pretty and ultimately over the top. And of course, considering that she was a noble, she was well accustom to such things. At least she should be. Somehow, Honey didn't seem to fit that mold; dressed in a lovely white dress that fit loose against her slim frame, off the shoulder with cut off sleeves and a billowing skirt that just skimmed the ground. Her richly colored hair was twisted into a knot, a few strands of golden wisps falling about her cheeks. Daisies and a handful of other wildflowers were weaved delicately into her hair, and about her neck was a raw and uncut crystal -- it did not shine when the light skimmed across it like most other jewels, but rather seemed to glow against her sun kissed skin. Her left arm was cuffed by an opal, swimming with hues of purple and turquoise all mixed together and flecked with gold. She wasn't dripping with adornments or draped with the finest fabrics, but somehow she didn't appear plain -- not in the least, just youthful with a glowing complexion and a bright smile that stretched cheek to cheek. It seemed that, at occasions like this, everyone was trying to look like something else; wearing things they didn't wear on a daily bases or modifying their personalities to something more... proper? Honey strictly refused to restrain herself in anyway whatsoever, she believed that everything given to her was natural and splendid in it's own right. So what if her hairstyle was already getting loose? Or that her smile was a little too wide at the moment? She was nothing other than what she was, that much was apparent. She had a way with being comfortable not only with herself, but with others too. However, a place like this did not feel welcoming, it was sterile and stiff. A try at perfection, when nothing was ever near such a far fetched accomplishment, leaving the whole mood to feel off and no where near light. It hung heavy in the air -- giving her sense that, like the elaborately staged decorations, words and conversations would be planned too. Polite smiles plastered upon faces, making eye-contact with others wearing the same mask, occasionally slipping up to reveal something else behind their smooth words. She didn't like trickery or lies, she didn't want to be complimented when the person giving it out would rather insult her.
Honey also didn't mind standing off by herself, mostly because observing was just as fulfilling (at least to her), and it was not unusual that she was doing just that. (it also wasn't unusual that she'd swiped a flower from a vase and currently had her nose buried in it.) She was content trying to pick out how many faces she recognized, and the ones she couldn't recall were given imaginary nicknames and secrets. She found this quite amusing. Before her father had died, he told her that he always guessed things about other people, even gave them identities in his head. He said that it was just another way of noticing the little things more notably, it gave you your own insight concerning someone else. It wasn't as if anyone noticed, she was just on the outskirts of the major crowd -- one of many girls. Honey liked to feel the space around her, to stretch her arms out to the side and not accidentally touch someone else (people don't seem to like it when you unintentionally poke or punch them, she had learned this lesson before.), she liked to feel it. The stretching expanse of world around her. So there she was, pondering the way her skirt swished against her legs when she turned to the side, twirling a baby pink flower between her fingers, and seeming there but not entirely.
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Post by intentional on Feb 6, 2017 20:31:35 GMT -5
Stellan Haysmith ;;
Tonight was the first celebration following the deaths of the previous rulers, and it was no question that every High Fae was to attend the Dawn Court’s celebration. And it was no exception for Lady Adrianna of the Twilight Court. That meant he had to tag along.
Stellan enjoyed his job as part of Adrianna’s guard. It was one of the better positions for someone of his status. As an Illyrian, he could’ve been just a foot soldier for the Twilight Court, but he’d worked his way up the ranks and became the High Lady’s guard. He was one of the lucky ones. Others of his kind merely existed as expendable foot soldiers, a life he didn’t wish on anyone. Although he was a fae, he was just barely above the humans; this wasn’t a life he wished for anyone, and he’d silently vowed to never have kids and have them endure this cruel fate.
But alas, his parents had him and the Haysmiths’ existence depended on their strength and fighting capabilities. This was no way to live. And he hated it. But as always his handsome face remained passive and neutral, never showing any outwardly emotion. He’d earned the nickname of Raven among his fellow Illyrians, and it matched with his personality and his wings.
He pushed the reminiscing aside and focused on the task ahead, which was protecting Adrianna Silverblood, the High Lady of Twilight Court. He’d been hired soon after her father passed away, to protect her from any threats (especially Raelyn). Although the faes were twins, they were hardly identical. Raelyn’s personal Illyrian guards were as brutal as Stellan himself, if not a bit more crude (he thought the High Fae and her guards complemented well). He always kept a wary eye out for the twin, who was obviously displeased at the Twilight Court’s decision to choose her sister as the High Lady over her.
His amber eyes made their way around the room, analyzing every High Fae in the area. He noted the lavishness of this event, as it was the anniversary of the previous rulers’ deaths. Stellan was on his toes just in case something would happen today. Most disasters were planned on purpose, and anniversary dates held enough significance.
But most of the time, he kept his amber gaze fixed on Adrianna, making sure no one got too close to her that looked like a threat. He had to dress himself for this event as well, and personally, he didn’t like the constrictiveness of the suit. His wings were tucked in, and his suit had slits just in case he needed to unravel his midnight wings. The suit he was wearing was the only suit he owned, and he silently hoped nothing terrible would happen to ruin his only suit (not that he liked parties). It was a nice black suit and he wore a gray striped collared shirt underneath and had a matching black tie.
His attention sharpened as Kalina entered the room with her half brother Sebastian, the High Lord of Dawn, and it was torn from the beautiful halfblood to Lady Isabel of the Day Court as she approached Adrianna. As she walked up to the High Lady, he walked with her, standing close enough to Adrianna to grab her if he needed, but far enough as to not eavesdrop. He also kept an eye out for potential eavesdroppers as his stance shifted. It was widely known that Isabel Fairlight’s rule over the Day Court was stable and respected, while Adrianna’s wasn’t. And the Day Court was known for their leniency on human slaves (whispers from Day Court Illyrians), and it was only logical that Isabel would approach Adrianna as supposed to either of the High Lords to try and convince them that human slavery was immoral.
But Stellan remained focused, ready to protect Lady Adrianna and send away any eavesdroppers. After all, he was constantly working — when was he not?
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Feb 6, 2017 22:15:26 GMT -5
loren blackthorn.
the high lord of the night court.
Bronze eyelashes brushed against her jawline as the male head moved down to her collarbone, a brief kiss here and there causing her breath to quicken, even though it was hardly romantic. His lips were soft and plush against her cold skin, each spot warming with every peck. Her head was tilted to the side, her blonde hair was fallen over her shoulders, exposing her sharp shoulder and her long neck. The male gave a dark sounded chuckle, his hand finding both of her wrists and pinning them above her head; she had definitely tried to touch and he was not okay with that movement. "I said no touching," the male growled, void of all emotions and in general, rather brisk. She gave a weak moan in response as her body seem to turn to weaken under his cold gaze, yet everything inside of her only grew hotter.
Without warning, she gave out a pitiful squeak and her face distorted in subtle pain; it did not last long, and the emotion on her face was slowly replaced with yearning. The male's head fit perfect in the crook of her neck, but the male was definitely not kissing her. A tickle of blood came from the corner of his mouth, and as he removed his plush lips, two perfect incisions remained upon her pale skin. Her blue eyes were glazed over as she peered at the ceiling, lost in the need. The guy took a step back and his pink tongue came flickering out of his mouth to remove the last little bit of red liquid. His canines slowly clicked back, so they were not so visible.
The girl who was leaning against the wall suddenly sunk to the floor, without the support of the male's body and the blood lost -- it left the human blonde in a muddle. The male ran his slender fingers through his hair, and his eyebrow was cocked as he peered at the girl. Confusion went over his face, not because he cared for the girl but more because he knew he had not taken that much and he was still hungry for more but had stopped himself -- it was time to get ready for the party. Just as he was about to walk away, a knock came at his large bedroom door.
"Sir?" A high pitched voice came through the dark wood and the gorgeous male rolled his eyes. "Loren?" The voice came again when no answer came, and this time the high fae who was once standing over the human girl was now at the door. He swung open the door and saw one of his male servants standing there, his dull brown eyes wide with surprise from the fast movement of the large door opening. Suddenly, the servant's eyes went from Loren towards the girl on the floor in the back, his thin lips falling open, shocked and quite appealed at the scene.
Loren casually glanced over his shoulder and gave a smirk towards the boy standing in the doorway, "she volunteered and its not even that messy." Anyone could clearly see the bite mark on her neck but there was hardly any blood coming from the wound anymore and she had her head between her knees. Disappointment and self loathing could easily be detected upon the girl, it was literally rolling off of her in waves. Every human girl that served in his court always thought they would be the one, the one that would change the lord's mind. This was just another fairy tale and unluckily for them, Loren was no knight in shining armor. He was the demon of such nightmares.
The lord was gorgeous with his bronze colored hair and his stunning amethyst eyes, but as much as he looked like an angel ... he was anything but.
"Take care of her," Loren ordered before walking past the boy in the doorway. The handsome high fae was dressed in all black, which only accented his golden appearance. He wore a black suit with a black collar shirt, paired with a sharp cut black tie. If anyone was to look at Loren, it would be hard not to stare. His strange colored eyes peered over his shoulder but not an ounce of regret or guilt could be seen in the silver and violet pools.
With a quick finger, he rubbed his plush and wet lips for any excess he may have forgotten and a dark smile came over his lips as he ran right into the one person he truly wanted to. A pretty ginger faerie; her deep hazel eyes were wide with surprise as she noticed Loren was suddenly in front of her. He gave a slight chuckle before leaning very close to her cheek, his damp lips brushing ever-so-slightly. “Char, you look ravishing.” The dark lord purred lightly before pulling back and letting his amethyst eyes scan down her slim body frame, which was perfectly dressed in a shade of navy blue that hug the slight curves that she did have. Her hair was free flowing in soft waves around her face and her eyes were now staring up at Loren’s face, annoyance wrapping her features.
He arched an eyebrow before licking his lips one more time, “I don't want to hear it.” His voice was harsh, leaving no room for argument. Loren knew what she was about to comment on, and his licking of his lips did not help the situation. She already had an issue with fresh blood and often scolded him, as he enjoyed it so. Rolling his gorgeous colored eyes, he turned on his heels and grabbed the waist of Charlotte, pulling her beside him. “Let’s just get to the party, shall we?” He murmured, his tone was void of all emotion as he seemed to distant himself from Char, as he always seemed to do when she disapproved of something he did — like feeding from their many human servants, and of course, they were always girls. They were always the one who were more willing than to disappear into a dark corner with the lord of the night court.
Soon enough, the two of the nightbloods were walking around the courtyard, merging themselves into the gathering festivities. Loren could feel the eyes of many other faeries on him; he was more than used to the stares, whether they be of envy or awe. He was the leader of the nightbloods, the high lord of the night court. The faerie with amethyst eyes that could stun anyone, because his eyes were so strange but stunning all the same.
Loren gave a small chuckle as he felt Charlotte tense up, her eyes slightly widening; he thought she was just being her uneasy self until he watched where her eyes went. Standing in the entrance was none other than the host himself, the high lord of the dawn court. It was Sebastian and his presence causes a disturbance in the whole party atmosphere. However, the cold eyes of the night lord moved from Sebastian to the girl that was hanging loosely on his arm. She looked unnerved, as if she didn’t want to be here but there was something about her that Loren couldn’t shake. She almost seemed human but he knew that Sebastian was for anything … but humans. The high lord wanted to laugh but he held his tongue, this party was definitely going to be something, especially if it started like this.
The golden haired faerie lowered his head to his friend, Charlotte, and whispered, “I need some privacy, if you don’t mind.” His voice was short, and dismissive. They may have been friends but when it came to orders, Loren was still the high lord, whether anyone liked it or not. One thing that the faerie never did was take no for an answer and he was not one to argue, ever. He gave a quick, but rather cynical smile in her direction before moving away from her and taking a step words where Sebastian was headed. It was obvious that the dawn lord was making his way towards him, and Loren knew that no one was supposed to hear the upcoming conversation; he was quite observant and noticed a black hair male standing close by, but enough that privacy was still available.
“Good evening, Sebastian.” Loren spoke with a certain curtness, but he stayed still. He did not offer any form of greetings, it just wasn't his type of thing. Now the handsome male faerie was just curious as to what Sebastian wanted. |
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𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 7, 2017 0:53:22 GMT -5
omg i'm sorry guys i've been a little busy with school
and my muse is being very fickle with me :|
but i'll try to get up the rest of my replies in the next couple days ;u; sebastian was just begging me to write him tho
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Bisexual
𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 7, 2017 0:56:37 GMT -5
sebastian fellrose no light no light in your bright blue eyes
i never knew daylight could be so violent
- - - - - - - - - - - - - “Loren,” Sebastian greeted, returning the polite but curt acknowledgement. “Just who I was hoping to see.”
Sebastian tilted his head slightly, a curious look on his face as he took in the High Lord of Night, from his golden-bronze hair and stunning amethyst eyes, to his all-black attire that cloaked him in shadowy allure. At last, a slow, wicked grin curled the male’s lips. “You’re looking well. Being High Lord suits you.” And he meant it, though there was something almost mocking in his sharp words; but the dark power emanating from Loren could certainly match his own in strength. It was fortunate, then, that Sebastian intended to make an ally of him. For the time being.
“I hope you are enjoying the celebration so far, but that seems premature of me to say, considering it’s only just barely begun. But if you don’t mind, I’d like to speak with you – somewhere a little more… private. There are some things I think it would be wise to discuss.”
As a royal, Sebastian had been trained from a young age to construct thick, impenetrable walls around his mind to protect against Daemati abilities. And with such devastating, pure magic running in his blood, as of yet, no Daemati he had ever encountered had been able to break those walls, making him one of the few people safe from Loren’s unrivaled talent. Which meant that currently, Sebastian held all the cards, and Loren could only guess at what he might want. Of course, there was the obvious: as the two new rulers who desired to keep the institution of human slavery firmly in place in Prythian, seeking to create an alliance between their two courts was to be expected. But there was something else. Something Sebastian needed; something that had been missing for many millennia, believed by some to be little more than mere myth. But if there was anyone in Prythian who might know where to find it, it would be Loren.
Fortunately, Sebastian had known Loren for centuries – though they hadn’t been close friends, exactly, growing up as the heirs to the throne of their respective courts meant that they had interacted quite a bit. So the problem likely wouldn’t lie in Loren’s unwillingness to cooperate; the High Lord of Night already had decent enough incentive to unite against the possible threat of an alliance between Isabel and Adrianna, which Sebastian figured would soon exist if it didn’t already. (Though Sebastian knew too little about Adrianna for his liking, as he had never paid much attention to observing her over the years; he was admittedly rather surprised when she was named the next High Lady instead of her sister, Raelyn. An oversight he also intended to fix later tonight. But from what little he knew, he doubted that she possessed quite the same aggression and cunning as Isabel, who was clearly the more formidable threat).
But just in case, Sebastian was optimistic that a little extra persuasion of the right kind would help sweeten the deal. His gaze flicked to where he had left his sister in the crowd, a ghost of a smirk playing at his mouth as he observed the Caverlys approach her. His poor little half-sister truly had no idea what the night would hold for her.
His attention snapped momentarily to Isabel, who he saw talking to Adrianna with a warm, friendly smile. Predictable. But Sebastian wasn’t too concerned about the two of them talking in private; he still had the upper hand.
At last, those fiery gold eyes that were colder than ice returned to Loren, as he gestured for the other faerie to follow him. “Shall we?”
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Post by mags on Feb 7, 2017 1:44:10 GMT -5
ravenna lestrange
member of sebsatian fellrose's inner circle
- - ☆ - - The female clung to the shadows almost as tightly as her shimmering, silver gown clung to her willowy body. Perched against one of the more dimly-lit marble pillars, Ravenna Lestrange was almost snake-like as she observed the arrival of High Fae from both her own Court and others, thin, tanned arms lightly-crossed over her chest. Her brightly-colored irises glittered in the moonlight as her gaze flicked from face to face, from fae to fae. No sign of Sebastian yet. Surprise, surprise. She knew that her High Lord appreciated a good entrance, but to be late to his own party? She had thought him to be above that sort of cliché.
The arrival of the High Lady of Day drew her attention away from her internal ramble, and her heavily-lined eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Isabel Fairlight wordlessly. She could only wonder what the faerie could be planning, as surely she had an agenda. Why else would she even come here? Of course, she knew that it would be frowned upon if the face of the Day Court did not attend, but nonetheless, she wondered if there was some kind of ulterior motive behind her attendance. Perhaps to speak with Adrianna Silverblood, the High Lady of Twilight? Hm. Both characters seemed harmless and uninteresting enough on their own, so how much chaos could they possibly cause together? Ha. Not much. Needless to say, Ravenna’s curiosity was, at least temporarily, piqued. She would keep an eye on the two of them, surely, and maybe she would find someone willing to keep an inconspicuous ear on the two of them as well. She wanted to know what the two of them were planning, if only to use the information as some sort of leverage for her own personal gain. Oh, just imagine what she could trade for the plans of Adrianna and Isabel. A dark chuckle escaped her lips at the mere thought.
Ravenna leaned forward, pushing herself off of the pillar upon which she had been leaning, and began to saunter through the outer ring of the crowd. She could not possibly ignore the lustful glances she received from many male fae; and why would she want to? This party was absolutely filled with prominent figures, many of whom intrigued her. Perhaps she would settle on a target…though this would likely be later in the evening. For now, she had a bit of an agenda of her own. And she wanted to have a little fun. After all, was this not a party? Was she not entitled to enjoy herself?
She wanted to remain within earshot of Adrianna — just in case Isabel decided to make her move — so Ravenna cast a glance nonchalantly in her direction, pinpointing the High Lady and smirking to herself. She felt as if she were a wolf stalking its prey. This was just too easy.
Now, the female certainly looked ravishing, clad in a form-fitting, strapless, silver gown which glittered with crystals that were sewn generously into the bodice. The dress’ color seemed to have a sort of gradient, beginning at almost a slate gray at her chest, and moving lighter and lighter the farther down it went. In this gown, Ravenna glimmered as much as the night sky, itself. Her hair was worn down, though some strands were woven into what appeared to be a braided crown, of sorts, giving her an almost regal appearance, though she held no formal title. A simple, diamond-studded choker rested around her neck, and her makeup was bold, with eyes smokey and heavily lined and lips bright red.
Now, as Ravenna began to mingle with various faeries, her attention was, again, drawn away by two figures standing at the top of the staircase leading into the party: Sebastian and…Kalina? What the hell was she doing here? This party was for purebloods, not halfblood scum. She could almost smell the fear that must have been absolutely reeking from poor, little Kalina’s half-human body. And it was just like Sebastian to go run off just as soon as he got the chance. Leaving his half-sister to fend for herself…in a crowd of High Fae. Now this was far more interesting than anything having to do with Adrianna Silverblood, the bore of a girl. Ravenna now set her sights upon Kalina, instead, barely bothering to excuse herself from her previous conversations. For a moment, her gaze rested upon Sebastian, gaze raking over his almost achingly-familiar angular features, and a barely-audible sigh escaped her lips. But, not allowing herself to dwell on him for more than a moment, she flicked her eyes back in Kalina’s direction before continuing to make her way over to the halfblood.
Approaching her from behind, she rested a cool hand upon the female’s shoulder before swiveling around her to face Sebastian’s half-sister head-on, pushing aside the other faerie as if she were not even there in the first place (and, to Ravenna, she wasn’t). “Kalina, darling,” she began, voice sickeningly-sweet and smoother than silk, itself, “I was surprised to see that you were joining us tonight.” A bit of an amused smirk crept across her full, red lips as one of her manicured eyebrows rose. A human passing trays with goblets of wine passed them, and Ravenna held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. She then took a goblet from the tray and sipped the delectable wine slowly before shooing the lowly servant away. “I believe this is one of your first galas of this magnitude with your brother as High Lord, is it not?”
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 7, 2017 15:35:38 GMT -5
》I'm going to be super busy this week and maybe even next week with work. I'll try to be as active as I can, though!《
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darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 7, 2017 18:35:38 GMT -5
kalina fellrose help i'm alive my heart keeps beating like a hammer
hard to be soft tough to be tender
come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train
- - - - - - - - - - - - - Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.
Kalina repeated those two words to herself in an endless loop, yet she felt sure that everyone around her could hear her pulse racing wildly, her shallow breaths as she struggled to remain calm. She wondered if she might still have a chance of escaping without Sebastian finding out, but – she turned her head slightly, and her heart sank. No such luck. Standing at the edge of the crowd was Livia, a member of Sebastian’s inner circle and a shadowsinger at that. Though she was too far to see the icy turquoise of her eyes, she recognized the caramel and honey tones of her hair, and her coldly stunning features.
Thankfully, the first pair of faeries to approach her looked familiar. Though she could not quite remember their names, she recognized their faces well enough to know that they must have been members of the Dawn Court. Kalina watched curiously as the male faerie ushered what must have been his daughter in front to greet her, noting that the girl looked a bit flustered before murmuring an introduction and even – a compliment. Now that was surprising. No one from the Dawn Court ever bothered to pay her such things; most tended to ignore her, and on the occasion that a few spoke to her, it was always with pointed insults.
So Kalina found a soft, genuine smile touching her lips as she was left alone with Adeline. “Thank you, although please, just Kalina is fine.” Kalina took a quick moment to note how Adeline’s grayish-purple gown and silvery jewelry gave her a subdued but effortlessly elegant look. “You look lovely as well. I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before, though I recognize the name Caverly.”
Unfortunately, Kalina’s relief at having found someone decent to talk to was short-lived.
The brush of a cool hand against her shoulder sent icy shivers down her spine, and Kalina was unable to keep her golden eyes from widening in fear as she was spun roughly around, only to come face to face with teal eyes and a cruel smirk. Ravenna. By far the most terrifying of Sebastian’s circle, as she was no ordinary High Fae, but a powerful Daemati. Though Kalina had received some training against such abilities, her walls were flimsy things against Ravenna’s strength. One swipe of those deadly mental claws could shatter her as easily as glass. Not to mention that Ravenna shared her brother’s vicious loathing of humans and halfbloods, and perhaps possessed an even stronger affinity for torture and pain than the High Lord of Dawn himself.
But once her instinctive, prey-like panic subsided, Kalina took a deep breath and quickly willed her expression into something steely and unreadable, brilliant golden eyes lit with Fellrose fire. After all, she realized that at least for the moment, she had nothing to fear from Ravenna, since she answered to Sebastian. She doubted her brother would be pleased if she were hurt now, when he clearly had some reason for forcing her to attend the gala – even if she didn’t know what it was yet. So of all the malicious High Fae who might wish her harm, Ravenna was the least of her worries; it was the fae from other courts about whom she was far more concerned.
Kalina tilted her head slightly - a move she had learned from the master himself. “I was surprised to be joining you as well. But then, who knows why Sebastian does anything?” She met Ravenna’s sickeningly-sweet, condescending tone with a mocking one of her own. She didn’t wait for an answer before continuing, “Though I would think that you would know why he insisted on my attending tonight, since you’re one of his most trusted advisors. Then again…”
She let her gaze drag slowly up and down Ravenna’s figure, mock pity turning her scarlet lips into a small frown. “I suppose you wouldn’t know, would you? It’s been a while since he’s last invited you to his bed, hasn’t it? Of course, it was only a matter of time before he got bored with you.”
Kalina may have been a weak halfblood, but she had no lack of knowledge when it came to the inner workings of the Dawn Court. She knew that the pretty Daemati and her brother had had some kind of… romance - to whatever extent that two heartless faeries like them were capable of; and she also knew that they were no longer together. And from the way Ravenna would stare a bit too longingly at Sebastian, she didn’t doubt that it still bothered her. Kalina might have almost felt something like real pity for the other fae girl, if it weren’t for the fact that Ravenna was just as dark and ruthless. But circumstances being what they were, it was the only weakness of Ravenna’s that Kalina knew she could exploit.
Living in the Dawn Court had made her adept at complete 180-degree turns in personality in the blink of an eye; it was an essential skill for surviving the cut-throat world of the fae. After all, very few faeries were as accepting and sweet as Adeline. She only hoped that the other girl didn't make an attempt to stand up to Ravenna on her behalf; while her own safety was guaranteed at the moment, for she assumed she had yet to fulfill Sebastian's mysterious purpose for bringing her here, there would be nothing to prevent Ravenna from taking out her anger on Adeline if she pleased. |
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Post by mags on Feb 7, 2017 19:58:46 GMT -5
ravenna lestrange
member of sebsatian fellrose's inner circle
- - ☆ - - Oh, dear, Kalina was more stupid than Ravenna had originally anticipated. How dare she, a lowly half-breed, take that sort of tone with a High Fae? Especially when Ravenna knew that the other female understood the amount of power she held, both with her abilities as Daemati and with her influence over the High Lord. On any other night, Ravenna would have taken great pleasure in torturing the half-human, invading her mind almost to the point of oblivion before reluctantly letting her continue to live her pitiful life.
Her teal gaze, once filled with malicious mirth, now turned cold as ice. Hard as stone. She raised her chin ever-so-slightly as she reached a hand forward, running her thumb over Kalina’s cheekbone with a surprisingly-gentle touch. Her icy irises met the flames that resided in the halfblood’s golden gaze, and she huffed a slow and controlled, dark chuckle. And that was when her expression began to morph. The same seemingly-amused smirk remained — it was her eyes that now began to say something different. A rather diabolical presence became more noticeable within her blue-green irises. And it was then — in that very instant — when Kalina should have begun to fear.
She knew that she could not inflict too much damage. Obviously, Sebastian wanted to use her in some way, in a way which he had failed to convey to her. Though she did not care to admit it, Kalina was right about one thing: as far as her unexpected attendance was concerned, Ravenna had been left in the dark. And that was certainly not how she liked things to be. But, anyway. Though she knew she could not really get away with hurting her, per se, but that did not mean that she couldn’t have a little fun. After all, how could she possibly resist? With the walls and shields of Kalina’s mind so utterly paper-thin, it was beyond tempting for Ravenna. She just couldn’t help herself. Especially when the halfblood had insulted her in such a way. No, this girl needed to learn her place.
So, instead of responding aloud, the hand that did not rest against Kalina’s cheek began to curl ever-so-slowly into a fist as Ravenna eased her way into the other female’s mind, slipping past the flimsily-crafted barricade which had been fashioned to keep her kind out and away from one’s inner-most thoughts and feelings. She sensed the fear in which Kalina had basically been doused, but — oh wait. There was more. An odd sense of triumph seemed to waft from the halfblood, and that was not acceptable to Ravenna. Not in the slightest.
Her invisible claws took a firm hold inside the female’s mind, taking the liberty of discerning thoughts and emotions as if she were picking her way through a file cabinet. Her head tilted slightly to one side — maintaining steady eye contact with the female — as she spoke directly into Kalina’s head, You are playing a dangerous game, half-breed. The way she spat the title was sharp, and was meant to sting like a venomous snake’s bite. Don’t you know what I could do with you? Do you not value your own life? A claw almost seemed to gently caress her mind, though it was not an act of a caring nature, but rather one of malevolent condescension. Kalina’s life quite literally rested within Ravenna’s hands.
And, for the first time since she had taken hold of Kalina’s fragile, half-human mind, Ravenna spoke aloud, her voice more of a growl than anything. “Don’t think for a second that you have anything over me,” she hissed, her tone soft, but oh-so-threatening, “for we both know that I could snap your bones in an instant, and it would be no more difficult than breaking a twig.”
Another chuckle.
She continued speaking, though this time, those around her would not be able to hear her, and her lips did not move.
And as for your sweet, little mind…well. I think we both know what I could do to you. Another caress by the claw, though this time noticeably sharper, followed by another smirk. Though, this time, it was one of pure smug satisfaction.
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Post by mags on Feb 8, 2017 12:57:02 GMT -5
tobias serafin
courtier and emissary to loren blackthorn.
- - ✘ - - Ah, parties. Normally, they would be an excuse for Tobias Serafin to get drunk on the wonderfully-flavorful faerie wine offered by the barrel-full at these events. They were an opportunity for him to explore little, insignificant flings with beautiful, female High Fae. But tonight was, unfortunately, different. Tonight, the attractive Nightblood had business to which he needed to attend.
Unsurprisingly, he frequently caught small groups of females glancing at him and giggling to themselves. Under normal circumstances, perhaps he would have been interested in at least temporarily entertaining them. But now, he was preoccupied.
Tobias cast a sidelong glance in Isabel Fairlight’s direction as she made her way across the marble-tiled ground, and his expression remained rather stoic as he realized that she was headed toward Adrianna. Of course. He had expected nothing less from the High Lady of Day. Prior to the gala, he had told Loren, his own High Lord and — did he dare call him a friend? Anyway. He had told Loren that he would keep an eye on Isabel. Not so much Adrianna, since — he realized that perhaps this wasn’t public opinion — he saw her as weaker than Isabel. And perhaps this was because she was a bit subdued. He did not know as much about her, or about the Twilight Court, as he did others. He did know, however, that Adrianna did not possess the same…hunger as Loren and Sebastian, the two remaining leaders, did. So even if Isabel and Adrianna did join forces against the leaders of the Dawn and Night Courts, how much of a threat would they truly pose? Tobias understood the amount of power that both Loren Blackthorn and Sebastian Fellrose wielded individually, so he could only imagine what kind of havoc the two of them would wreak if they joined forces. They had similar goals and desires, as far as Tobias knew.
His smoldering, blue gaze raked over the party, and finally, his eyes came to rest upon Adrianna. She was pretty; that, he had to admit. And powerful fae normally were the type to catch his eye. Especially those who he believed to have the potential to be easily-manipulated…but tonight was not the night to pursue Adrianna Silverblood. (Was there a night for that? He didn’t know. Was he even attracted to her? He didn’t know that either. Just. Ignore Tobias, okay. He hasn’t gotten any in a while, mostly because he’s dumb. A dumb flirt. That’s Tobias Serafin in a nutshell.) And, right on-cue, he noticed Isabel moving closer to the other High Lady. His bright eyes narrowed as he craned his ears, hoping that his enhanced fae-hearing would allow him to eavesdrop. However, to his dismay, he was out of earshot.
Sebastian, accompanied by a mysterious female, arrived at the party within a few moments of Tobias giving up on trying to hear Isabel and Adrianna converse (he could have tried harder, he knew, but…what was the point? There were more interesting things at this gala to watch). Now she was quite stunning. Long, flowing, chocolate-brown hair. And that gown…the male allowed himself to take his time as his almost-predatory gaze looked her up and down. The corners of his thin lips curled upward in a mischievous half-smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching the two fae weave their way through the crowd.
Just then, a tray of goblets — which were undoubtedly filled with faerie wine — stopped before him, and grinning, Tobias helped himself, plucking one from the tray and swishing the deep, gold liquid around in the chalice before lifting it to his lips. For a moment or so, the wine distracted him from the mysterious female accompanying the Dawn Court’s High Lord. But when his gaze finally landed upon her again, he was surprised to find her…alone. How strange. Sebastian had made a point of arriving to his own party late with this faerie on his arm, and then moments into the gala, he simply left her to fend for herself?
Apparently he was not the only one curious about her presence, for she was not alone for long.
A male and a female — perhaps father and daughter — approached the mystery girl, and since Tobias found himself intrigued by the situation in its entirety, he found himself slithering closer, if only to hear the conversation. The other female, a bit younger-and-more-innocent-looking, was highly complimentary of the one who had accompanied Sebastian…and had referred to her as Lady Kalina (and had been corrected almost immediately; apparently just Kalina was appropriate). Curiouser and curiouser. Obviously, Tobias did not have all of the information, to his utter dismay.
Now, the devilish look returned to his cerulean gaze as he noticed another figure approaching the two females, and he recognized her immediately as one of Sebastian’s trusted confidantes. Ravenna Lestrange, a Daemati. That ability she possessed, alone, gave reason enough to fear her. Trained in mind-influence, she could easily read another’s thoughts as if they were pages in a novel. Unless, of course, one was trained to combat those abilities by creating shields around one’s mind. Tobias was lucky; he knew how to craft a protective barrier around his thoughts. But not everyone was so fortunate.
“I believe this is one of your first galas of this magnitude with your brother as High Lord, is it not?”
Wait a moment — something Ravenna said truly caught his attention. She had referred to the High Lord, assumingly Sebastian, as…as this girl’s brother. Now how had he, a courtier and emissary, not known that the High Lord of Dawn had a sister? (And a gorgeous sister, at that.) Apparently, the Night Court was not the only one with secrets.
He crept closer, watching as the mysterious female — Kalina, he supposed — blatantly insulted Ravenna by insinuating that Sebastian no longer fancied her. Wrong move, girl. Tobias knew Ravenna well enough. Enough to know that Kalina’s choice of words made her begin to tread upon a dangerous line, one that, if crossed, could leave her dead…or worse.
The male Nightblood was not surprised in the least when Ravenna’s fingers began to curl into a fist, a tell-tale sign of her Daemati ability kicking into high-gear. But…instead of completely shattering the poor girl, she seemed to be almost merciful? His eyes narrowed as Ravenna began to speak aloud, hanging on every word she said, and his thin lips pursed. Of course, he was not the least bit shocked to hear the golden-haired High Fae’s threat; it was what he had been expecting all along.
Only an idiot messed with a Daemati, especially one as cold and ruthless as Ravenna. Hopefully, Kalina had learned her lesson. For her sake, Tobias prayed she had.
But now that the show was over, Tobias’ attention flicked from Ravenna and Kalina over faces of different High Fae, looking for someone with whom he could converse. Someone who would grab his attention and keep it.
(Of course, he had to stay reasonably close to Isabel and Adrianna; the last thing he needed was to miss something that happened between the two of them worth reporting back to Loren because he wasn’t thinking with his head.)
His oceanic eyes fell upon Livia, looking quite displeased, and his trademark smirk found its place upon his lips again. As they were both courtiers to their respective High Lords, Tobias knew her reasonably well. Well enough to strike up conversation with her. (And even if he didn’t know her, that likely wouldn’t stop him from speaking with her. Honestly.) He noticed that she, too, was watching Kalina, and a soft, husky chuckle escaped his lips. Surely, she had just witnessed Ravenna’s not-so-subtle display of power. How utterly typical of her to do so.
So, he decided to go right on ahead and approach Livia. To offer her a nice distraction. Of course, her skin-tight, crimson gown caught his attention; how could it not? She looked absolutely stunning. Regal, almost. As he neared her, he draped an arm over her shoulders casually, balancing his weight to one side as he peered down at her with amusement.
“Well, well, well,” he began, an eyebrow raising as he spoke, his tone dark and voice almost gravelly, “don’t you look absolutely ravishing this evening.” |
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appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Feb 9, 2017 0:06:20 GMT -5
raelyn silverblood.
the second in command
high lady of the twilight court.
There was something different about tonight; the way the faeries moved, their eyes wandering from high lord to high lady, each with their own emotion whether that be of envy, surprise, lust or loathing. It was all the same. Heightened emotions of high faeries really brought the party to life. Almost all of them were unable to hide their feelings and reactions, which made it all the more fun to observe.
A gorgeous faerie was leaning against a cobble stone wall, one that laid beneath the shadows of the neighboring building. Luckily for the faeries, this party was being held at a perfect time -- midnight, allowing all the secrets and mischievous acts to stay quite hidden in the scattered moonlight. The courtyard was now filling with more and more high faeries, each coming from a different court and arriving at all various times. Of course, it seemed that the twilight faeries and the day faeries seemed to arrive before the other two courts but that was just normal procedure. It was more out of respect than anything, it was almost rude to be late to an invitation only party -- however, it was clear that the night court did not seem to rely on respect for their attendance.
The female watched from the sidelines, her movements were minimal for the time being. She was observing the gathering atmosphere and when people do not know that there is a lingering figure, some secrets tend to spill, just waiting for anyone to listen. Her slender fingers were circled around a small fluke of faerie wine, her lips lingering near the rim as her sparkling blue eyes scanned the crowd. She made out the all too familiar figure of the high lady of the twilight court -- it was Adrianna Silverblood, and unfortunately for this female faerie, she was not only a twilight faerie as well but also the sister of the beautiful lady. This faerie was known other than the dark and mysterious Raelyn Silverblood.
She slowly stepped out of the shadows, her smoke colored hair cascaded down her shoulders and back in soft ridden waves. She wore a dark silver hairpiece that surrounded the crown of her head, giving her a regal look but yet, something about it just seemed so somber but so ... so Raelyn Silverblood. Her sparkling blue eyes were surrounded by dark makeup, that luckily for her complimented her eyes and face in quite the flattering way. Her lips were the color of a dark red rose petal, where it appeared as if it melted upon her plush lips. While both her silvery black hair and her smokey shaded eyes complimented her all too well, that wasn't the item that drew the most attention to the second in command faerie. Raelyn was one who lived on the edge, allowing herself to be expressed in any way she felt she could -- whether that be dressing in loose clothing for lounging or maybe even in a scandalous dress that allowed little to anyone's imagination. Well, tonight -- tonight was no different for this dark female.
The twilight faerie was dressed in a black and silver dress. Now, this dress was cut in a way that seemed to have been made just for Raelyn. The torso of the dress was almost nonexistent, too put lightly; styled sleeveless, with a v cut down to the middle of her stomach, allowing just enough cleavage to be seen that made it sexy as hell, but not quite inappropriate for anyone who would attend these parties. The dress continued down in a slimming fashion before cascading down to the floor; however, coming to her high mid-thigh was a long slit that showed her long, tan legs that were ended with black high heels. The dress itself was a base color of black with dark silver sparkles and swirls throughout the entire of the dress. In of itself, the dress was gorgeous but as it was placed on Miss Silverblood, it instantly become a dangerous allure.
As she moved, effortlessly in her high heels and flattering dress, her crystalline eyes scanned back to where her sister, who was royally dressed in -- what Raelyn referred to as -- stodgy. A slight peak of interest sparked in her eyes as she say the high lady of day court, Isabel Fairlight, walk over to Adrianna. There was a casual exchange before they seemed to turn their heads to protect their conversation from prying ears. Raelyn spotted a few people paying more attention to the two high ladies, one because they were conversing and two because they are both the highest titles of their respected courts. However, the temptress did not see the arrival of either the night lord or the dawn lord, that she was really paying that close of attention -- the faerie wine could be one to blame, or more maybe her mind had wandered when boredom increased.
However, something else caught her eye and it was the sight of two faeries in the middle of the courtyard. One was dressed in a stunning, revealing gold dress and the other was in a silver gown slim fitted to the faerie's body. Now, it certainly was not their outfits that had caught her attention but rather what was happening between the two. Anger and loathing seemed to roll off the two of them but before Raelyn really could tell what was going on, she noticed that the silver dressed one was leaning in a little bit too close and the fact that her hand was drawing against her cheek ... now that really peaked the female's interest.
She casually moved throughout the crowd before she was standing right before the two faeries, and suddenly something clicked. She did not know the golden dressed faerie but Raelyn certainly recognized the silver gowned one now. It was Ravenna Lestrange, a daemati from the dawn court and one of the closest faeries to Sebastian Fellrose.
Suddenly, as if she could hardly help herself, Raelyn let out a silvery chuckle. She meant for it to be heard and therefore it was. Ravenna may have finished with her torturing at the moment, but it seemed like she had plenty left in her for whoever this other high faerie might have been but that was not what made the silvery black haired girl laugh. It was more of the actions that Ravenna chose to interact with. "You seriously have nothing better to do than play weak little mind tricks with another faerie?" The girl's voice was light, filled with mockery. "Let alone, doing such an act in the middle of a party -- one that you should probably be enjoying, instead of making a fool of not only this girl, but you as well." Raelyn placed her hand on her hip and tilted her head ever-so-slightly. It was not that she had anything about Ravenna, in fact, she could probably be friends with the torturous girl but in this moment, Raelyn really thought it was pitiful to play mind games in the midst of a midnight party ... especially one that her lord was throwing.
Raelyn raised one of her dark eyebrows before shrugging her sharp shoulders; "You really should watch what you do; unwanted attention is not what Sebastian's lover really needs. It could reflect badly upon the high lord himself; you wouldn't want that now, would you?" It wasn't the most common knowledge of Sebastian's playthings, but Ravenna was not just anyone and Raelyn was certainly not a nobody; she definitely made it a priority to know the gossip throughout the courts, it was fun and entertaining. It was also something that could help Raelyn somehow, somewhere, because you never know what may need to come out. Also, this dark female did know that they were no longer together but playing a bit dumb really could have its perks ... like a stab in the heart for such a confident female. She definitely respected the daemati, but come on now, this high lady liked to have fun and she knew that it really couldn't be all that hurtful to Ravenna ... maybe? Who cares, certainly not Raelyn -- at least sometimes.
Now, this twilight faerie may have been poking at the wrong faerie but in all reality, there wasn't much that Ravenna could do. Raelyn Silverblood was pretty much a high lady, the only difference was her title due to a voting mistake, in her opinion. Although, thats beside the point. She was more powerful than Ravenna, her powers rivaling those of the other high royalties. She was just as known as Adrianna, so there also was no mistaking as in who this faerie might have been in regards to speaking so freely.
She turned her piercing gaze from Ravenna to the unknown girl, her face seemed to be paled out in comparison to the other two faeries in front of her. "I won't even ask what you did to ensure such wrath from this one." Again, her tone was feathery but a serious tone seemed to be underlying the soprano pitch. With that, Raelyn turned her gaze back to Ravenna, and the obvious was stated on her face -- do you have anything to add? It was a challenge in of itself; challenging a high lady may not be the girls smartest move, especially when Miss Silverblood was just having a little bit of her own fun, fun without torture for now.
This was a party and Raelyn Silverblood, second in command high faerie, was going to have fun -- regardless of the current situation and that brought a stunning smile to her, dark red, plush lips. |
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𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 9, 2017 18:36:25 GMT -5
livia winters i don't want your money i don't want your crown
see i've come to burn your kingdom down
- - - - - - - - - - - - - Livia observed the charged interaction between Kalina and Ravenna with bland amusement, the hint of a smile quirking her bloodred lips. Though she had no love for the halfblood girl, Kalina earned an ounce of her admiration in that moment for daring to speak to Ravenna in such an insolent manner. Even Livia, one of the most powerful members of the Dawn Court, held a respectable amount of fear for the Daemati. Yet little Kalina, fragile as glass, was willing to tempt fate by inciting Ravenna’s vicious temper, making either very stupid or very brave. As Livia could not read minds herself, she had no way of discerning which was the case.
Unfortunately, the shadowsinger’s attention was drawn elsewhere just as another joined the fray; Raelyn Silverblood. Infamous for her dark beauty and seduction, she also happened to be a subject of particular interest for Livia, for the simple reason that Sebastian knew little about the current situation at the Twilight Court. Their only intelligence was that Adrianna had received the title of High Lady, not Raelyn, despite being equals in strength.
Livia suppressed a groan as Tobias sauntered up to her, all easy arrogance and grace. A nightblood infamous in his own right for his flirtatious demeanor. Though he was rather handsome, even by fae standards; Livia took in his chiseled features, confident smirk, and piercing crystal-blue eyes with a modest amount of appreciation. She could see why so many females fell longingly at his feet.
But Livia was no ordinary female. She was a member of her High Lord’s inner circle, and she had been assigned a task; one she intended to complete, no matter her personal frustrations with said High Lord at the moment. So she certainly wasn’t about to let herself be distracted by some pretty playboy like Tobias. But the coolly polite greeting which she prepared as soon as she noticed Tobias approaching her never left her lips, for the nightblood did something that actually caught her off-guard; instead of stopping at an appropriate distance away to converse, he came to stand right beside her, draping an arm casually over her delicate shoulders.
A compliment from Tobias in that gravelly voice of his might have had others swooning, but it slid right off Livia. If there was one thing Livia was assured of, it was her own beauty; she had no need of others to tell her so. Perhaps that made her vain, but at least it also made her less susceptible to the dangers of charm.
So, under any other circumstances, Livia wouldn’t have hesitated to make Tobias regret the decision to invade her personal space. But since this was a celebration, and drawing such attention to herself would certainly go against her mission to fly under the radar and secretly listen in to all the important conversations of the night, she had no choice but to resist her instinctive urge to punch the self-satisfied male in the face – or, preferably, somewhere even more painful. Thus, she merely narrowed her icy turquoise optics, not even deigning to look up at Tobias as she responded.
“Tobias,” she said flatly. “Always a pleasure to see you.” But her tone made it very clear that she meant quite the opposite.
After a moment’s pause, the beautiful halfblood finally decided to turn her head to meet Tobias’s gaze. She gave him an almost demure look, peeking up at him with wide eyes from beneath long lashes; but it was a mere mockery of innocence, for Livia Winters was anything but. “I suggest,” she continued, in a sweet voice that did not match what she was about to say at all, “that you remove your arm from my shoulders before I decide to snap it in half.”
Livia finished her quiet threat with a dazzling smile. Truthfully, however, her blood raced in her veins with renewed vitality; now here was someone who she wouldn’t have minded spending the night with, were it not for her specific assignment. She knew Tobias well enough that she doubted he would be scared off by her icy demeanor. No, she expected he would respond playfully, and she rather enjoyed the prospect of mischievous banter, which Tobias could no doubt offer. She was as annoyed by his flirtations as she was delighted by the idea of having someone to spar with verbally. And though she couldn’t afford to be too distracted tonight, perhaps a little conversation wouldn’t hurt. She had been getting awfully bored for a while there, after all, and it was a party – surely she deserved at least a few minutes of entertainment, right? |
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Post by mags on Feb 9, 2017 19:27:03 GMT -5
tobias serafin
courtier and emissary to loren blackthorn.
- - ✘ - - Tobias pursed his lips, eyebrows puckering as Livia greeted him in such a way. Of course, he could read between the lines. He wasn't actually stupid enough to believe that she was the least-bit glad to see him (though, one could still dream, right? After all, Tobias knew beyond a shadow of a doubt how good-looking he was. And everyone told him every which way just how much they wanted him. So. Why was it that Livia shot him down without even knowing what he wanted? ...Upon second thought, of course she knew what he wanted. Every freaking faerie in all of Prythian knew what Tobias Serafin wanted. Well. Dang. So much for the element of surprise, then). He was not used to being forced to actually work for what he wanted. But, then again, where was the fun in having everything just handed to him on a silver platter? There simply was none. Perhaps that was the reason for Tobias' lack of a...companion over the last few weeks. He was, quite frankly, bored with his selection. Those females who fell worshipping the ground upon which he walked were not a challenge for him. Not in the least. He could have had any one of them. But, if it was that easy, then why bother?
So. Now knowing what he was in for, what he would have to do to win Livia's attention, the mischief returned to his gaze, to his countenance in its entirety. A deep chuckle rolled off of his lips as his fellow courtier spoke again, and his head tilted to one side, arm tightening around her shoulders for a brief moment or so before he retracted it, returning it to his side.
"Ah, someone's in a feisty mood this evening," he began, moving around her so that he stood directly in front of her, though he did listen to what she said, giving her a little room to breathe. "So...tense." Crossing his arms loosely over his chest, his eyes narrowed slightly before an impish gleam crept into his expression, and his lips curled into a full grin. He then added in a whisper barely audible over the sounds of the crowd surrounding them, "Bet I could relax you if you let me."
In all honesty, he expected to be shoved for that.
But, he had noticed her watching Adrianna and Isabel. Quite closely, he might have added. Perhaps the two of them had been given similar assignments by their respective High Lords, to watch the two High Ladies and to report what they saw. It made Tobias feel stealthy. Like a spy, almost, on some sort of top-secret covert mission. Just the thought of it made him, well, laugh, honestly. Man, Loren must have known how completely un-spy-like Tobias truly was. (If he didn't, well, he was dumb. And Tobias did not think his own High Lord was dumb, so...he must have known. Right? Right.) And yet, here he was. With the task of spying on two of the most powerful fae on the freakin' planet. (It was a good thing that Tobias knew how to glamour himself. If he didn't, then — well, thankfully, he didn't have to think about that.)
The male nightblood raked a hand through his already-tousled hair, which, in turn, just made it worse. (But, hey. The whole messy-but-sexy thing still applied, didn't it? Maybe? Oh well.) He flicked his head to one side, tossing some of the hair out of his face, out of his crystalline gaze, which promptly returned to Livia. |
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𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 10, 2017 18:49:45 GMT -5
yup, what apps said, it's open to joining~
if you think you can keep up with the current caliber of the rp, then you can definitely join!
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Post by maple on Feb 10, 2017 19:12:39 GMT -5
honey havenwood.
As the minutes continued to tick on by, the everlasting feuds that always seemed to make themselves apparent, were once again doing just that. It was easy to spot if you looked deeper than the surface of mere appearances, buried under the many smiles that seemed to be apparent on every High Fae's face. Honey, unnoticed, had quietly observed it all. She'd seen Ravenna also; feeling a sickening little knot twisting in her stomach as she watched the girl slink from the shadows like a cat stalking it's prey, eyes set on Sebastian Fellrose's sister, Kalina. Honey brushed past a stone pillar, letting her fingers drag across it's smooth surface as she pretended not to listen in on the conversation. She flagged down a man balancing a tray of refreshments with a quick smile, gingerly choosing a glass to sip on absently. Glancing under her dark lashes, and straining her ears, Honey could make out Ravenna's hissing tone of voice, feeling a flutter of pity for the target of her cruelty. She refused to get involved in such petty exchanges, which seemed almost trivial to the grand scheme of things. And she would have stayed where she was, mingling a few feet away enjoying the fruity sweet contents of her drink, but then her hazel gaze flickered to a familiar face. A tall girl, with hair a lovely dark shade, standing not far off from Kalina and seeming somewhat closed off from the conversation -- Adeline, was it? Honey had always thought she had a friendly face, (something the golden haired girl had a knack for spotting) and before she could think better of it, had already breezed forward towards her. She smiled, genuine and wide, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder. "Adeline Caverly, isn't it?" her voice was soft, but cheery, a light laugh escaping her lips, "I'm not sure if we've met, but I'm Honey Havenwood."
Her gaze slid to the side, resting upon Kalina's face long enough to send a quick, almost sympathetic smile her way. She had always felt bad for the girl, it seemed that she was looked upon differently because of her human blood that was thought of as... a weakness? A tainting of the High Fae bloodline? Honey didn't see it that way, it was only genetics, which most certainly couldn't decide your identity -- that was up to you. Being half High Fae and half Illyrian, she knew what it was like to not be purely one thing or another. However, in all honesty, she was honored to carry Illyrian blood in her veins, honored to have traits past on from her father. She hoped Kalina felt that way about herself too, despite the constant hostility she seemed to receive.
Her gaze flickered to Ravenna too, musing over how someone blessed with such stunning looks could be so heartless. Feeling disgusted, she looked away, re-directing her attention back to Adeline with a small shake of her head. "It never ceases to confuse me, how easy it is for some people to be cruel to others, but how hard it is for them to be agreeable."
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Post by intentional on Feb 11, 2017 1:57:45 GMT -5
Adeline Caverly ;;
She silently berated her father in her mind as the man ran off to find her mother and brother. Of course he would leave her in a complicated situation like this. Louis Caverly thought himself to be a gentleman with impeccable manners, but the fae didn’t realize that fake greeting the halfblood he despised was really rude. Even a child could understand that, and Adeline fought the urge to roll her blue eyes at her father as he left.
Sebastian Fellrose, Kalina’s half brother, was an intimidating fellow. Although they all were part of the same court, Adeline did not run into the High Lord often (which she was thankful for). Her father’s position wasn’t very high in the Dawn Court, but it was high enough that she saw him briefly in passing. He intimated her, and she didn’t like the vibe that he gave off. She’d kept an eye on the High Lord, before and after Varian Fellrose’s death, and she could see that the two royal siblings did not have the best of relationships. Even Adeline’s father questioned why Kalina had been invited to the party.
Kalina Fellrose had barely just responded when Ravenna Lestrange interrupted their conversation. Adeline was pushed away like she didn’t belong, and she caught her footing before she fell. The high fae’s sudden appearance had surprised Adeline, and the fae moved out of the way. She’d been warned by her father to never mess with Ravenna Lestrange, for her ability as a daemati was truly frightening. Even her brother, Nathaniel, dared not approach the beautiful fae; and this made Adeline very wary.
Adeline merely moved herself out of the way, but within earshot of the two faes’ conversation. It was blatantly obvious that Ravenna disliked Kalina, as did most of the Dawn Court did, but it was more impressive to hear Kalina bite back. Adeline grinned to herself in a way that would make her mother rebuke her for smiling too widely, but Adeline couldn’t help it. But in a moment, her face transformed from a smile to one of fear. Ravenna’s hand had moved from Kalina’s shoulder to her cheek, and the half blood had sort of a dazed look on her face.
And just as quickly it appeared, it disappeared.
Her power is truly frightening. My elemental power is nothing compared to hers.
And if the situation couldn’t have escalated even more, it did, with the entrance of Raelyn Silverblood, the second in command of the Twilight Court. Her twin, Adrianna, was also in the room, accompanied by a large male, presumably an illyrian guard. Raelyn’s chuckle sent shivers down Adeline’s back, leaving goosebumps. Those two faes were definitely not to be messed around with. And Raelyn’s whispers confirmed Nathaniel’s suspicions that Sebastian and Ravenna had dated.
And just as she thought of her older brother, he appeared at her side, with a drink in his hand. He placed a hand on his sister’s forehead as his deep blue eyes peered into hers.
“You alright?” Nathaniel asked, handing the drink to her.
“Yes. I’m fine.” She said, gulping the drink down. She handed the empty glass back to him.
“Take it easy, sis.” He grinned before turning to look at what Adeline had been staring at moments before. “Quite a gathering here, isn’t it? We’ve got Ravenna, Kalina and Raelyn Silverblood. It’s very interesting to see how different the twins are, isn’t it?”
“Well, you were right about Ravenna and Sebastian. They did date.” Adeline answered, grabbing another drink. Nathaniel merely grinned before heading off to talk to someone else, but not before a word of caution on the drinking. Adeline merely rolled her large blue eyes when a beautiful fae approached her with a hand to her shoulder.
This fae was beautiful and if Adeline could assign her a color, it would be a warm glow of orange and yellow. Everything about this fae exuded warmth, and that made Adeline smile, and she let go of the tension that she felt with the other faes that she’d been eavesdropping on. But the fae looked slightly different, and Adeline noted the slightly rounded ears of the fae— was she half illyrian? She didn’t want to be rude to ask.
“Hello. I don’t think we’ve met. I am Adeline. You can call me Addie, or Lin. Whichever you prefer.” She said.
Honey Havenwood… The name didn’t ring any bells, as they were of different courts, but the name suited her.
She nodded to Honey’s statement. “I agree. It’s rather disheartening. I do hope Lady Kalina’s doing alright.”
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Post by maple on Feb 11, 2017 21:54:16 GMT -5
honey havenwood.
this is so bad I'm sorry i didn't have time to write much
As long as she could remember, Honey had never understood the different courts. She use to bombard her mother with questions, such as why do we need them? Her mother always responded simply, because that's the only thing she was accustom too -- simplicity -- something along the lines of we just do or, better yet, she would fabricate some overly dramatic story about how society would fall to ruins without structure. Honey remembered being nine or ten, listening to one of these explanations before following up with one of her own, is it because they're afraid the humans will uprise? Her mother had given her a slightly alarmed look, startled by the sudden question popping from her child's mouth. She'd let out one of those huffing sighs that mother's do, fixing her with a scrutinizing stare, human's are not threats, dear, they are just not... as blessed as us. she'd rubbed her jaw -- an anxious habit -- before continuing, it saddens me to see the way they are treated by some fae, but it's best not to worry about such things. the world has a way of working itself out.
The sad thing? Humans weren't the only ones subjected to prejudice opinions, everyone seemed to be; you were judged as a half-blood, judged as a person who conversed with them, judged because of what you believed in, what you stood for -- what weren't you judged for? It was just apparent that humans were treated the worst of all. It made Honey's heart hurt to witness such merciless behavior, it was vile and twisted. Maybe that's why she chose to devote herself to kindness; because the world needed more of it.
"Nice to meet you," Honey's face broke into a grin, "You're lucky, you have two nicknames." She found herself attempting a guess at Adeline's court, finding the other fae surprisingly friendly (it was easy to decide that night court was definitely out of the question).
Honey brushed a golden strand of hair from her shoulder, "I'm sure Lady Kalina will be fine, Ravenna seems to be done torturing her for the moment." She wrinkled her freckled nose after saying the nightblood's name, hazel eyes narrowing in her direction, it wasn't in an angry or loathing way; just slightly disdainful and unimpressed with her intimidation tactics. She turned back to Adeline tilting her head somewhat quizzically, "What court are you from?"
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𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 12, 2017 1:33:42 GMT -5
kalina fellrose help i'm alive my heart keeps beating like a hammer
hard to be soft tough to be tender
come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train
- - - - - - - - - - - - - Kalina would be lying if she claimed to not feel a sliver of fear at the subtle change in Ravenna’s expression. The instant that cold, stony look overtook the dark amusement in her teal eyes, Kalina tensed like cornered prey; some instinctive reaction of the half-human blood that ran in her veins. She can’t hurt you. She can’t hurt you. She repeated this new mantra to herself, but she still couldn’t keep from trembling slightly as Ravenna reached up to brush a thumb against her cheek with a delicate hand.
A soft gasp escaped her as Ravenna slipped past the fragile walls of her mind as smoothly as silk, a cold shiver running down her spine as she could feel the Daemati’s presence inside her like a tangible thing, uncomfortable and wrong. Ravenna’s voice echoed harshly inside her thoughts, as loudly and clearly as if it were her own. Her eyes glazed over with a faraway look, though her ebony irises were blown so wide with terror that their lovely golden hue could hardly be seen. Kalina shuddered at the gentle caress of a deadly-sharp claw against her mind; with just one slice, Ravenna could shatter her completely, turning her into little more than an empty vessel, the worst of fates imaginable.
And then, just like the rush of a receding tide, Ravenna was gone, leaving the poor halfblood shaking faintly from the attack. Kalina’s lips were still parted slightly as she struggled to catch her breath for a few moments, while her eyes stung with traitorous tears that threatened to fall just before she hastily blinked them away. Rule number one of being a sheep among wolves – don’t ever let them see you cry.
But just as Kalina was about to respond, a newcomer entered the scene, someone whom she did not recognize at all. The girl who came to stand before them radiated deadly power and grace; something about the confident tilt of her deep, rosy lips and gleam in her stunning crystalline eyes told Kalina she was not the type to be messed with. She must have been from another court, for her beautiful face and strange, silvery smoke-colored locks looked not the least bit familiar; and Kalina was sure that she would have remembered seeing her, whoever she was.
Her melodious voice was light, mocking; but there was something dark and harsh even in her silvery laugh that sounded like the ringing of bells. Kalina might have been terrified of her as well, were it not for the fact that for whatever reason, this faerie had stepped in to more or less save her from Ravenna’s wrath. Not that she really needed it. She could have handled Ravenna on her own - the Daemati may have been volatile and cruel, but she also wasn’t dumb enough to risk incurring Sebastian’s displeasure by shattering Kalina’s mind, no matter how easy it would be. As for anything else Ravenna might do to her, well… she would endure it. One of the many perks of High Fae blood; her body could be battered and bruised and broken over and over, and she would always heal.
And if there was one thing Kalina knew for certain, it was that her death belonged to her brother. She had no doubt that Sebastian would crush anyone who would dare to deny him the ability to end her in his own way, in his own time - and even his fondness for Ravenna would likely not save her from his wrath.
However, Kalina could not say the same for this unfamiliar faerie. Of course, as Kalina had been hidden away from the other courts all her life, she had no idea that standing before her was none other than Raelyn Silverblood, one of the royal twins of the Twilight Court, now second-in-command after her sister had been chosen as the new High Lady; although the difference between them was only the title itself. Raelyn held just as much incredible strength as any of the High Lords or Ladies. But as Kalina had never seen any of the new rulers in person, she could not put a face to their names, making her the only person at the celebration who was unaware that she was now speaking to one of the most powerful faeries in Prythian; stronger, even, than Ravenna.
So Kalina attempted to turn Ravenna’s temper back towards herself, because it seemed a better alternative than letting the other faerie suffer Ravenna’s vicious temper, since she didn’t know that Raelyn was one of the few whose mind Ravenna could not touch. “Yes, we both know that you could snap my bones, you could shatter my sweet, little mind, but really - you can’t, can you? Not unless you’re stupid enough to think that Sebastian would let you live if you killed me.” Ravenna would understand, of course, what Kalina meant by that - they both knew Sebastian wouldn’t be furious because he had any love for his half-sister, oh no. But the end result was the same. And as for any physical torture, Ravenna could hardly do that in the middle of a party; Sebastian wouldn’t be pleased by that, either. Especially not when he had some mysterious purpose for Kalina that the halfblood still could only guess at, but given her revealing dress, well… it seemed safe to say that marring her physical appearance would go against that purpose.
So she was safe enough. For now, at least. She only hoped that by the time the whole event was over, Ravenna wouldn’t care enough to put in the effort to find her some other time. Maybe if she was lucky, she would be distracted by pursuing her brother. Though Kalina repressed a shudder at that thought.
Finished addressing Ravenna, Kalina angled herself a bit so that she now faced Raelyn, whose identity remained unknown to her. But to speak to a Daemati in such a way, it was easy to infer that she had to be pretty powerful, so Kalina chose her next words carefully. “Oh, I merely reminded her that she and Sebastian are in fact no longer lovers.” Kalina lowered her voice, leaning in a bit closer to Raelyn to add in an almost conspiratorial murmur, “It’s a rather sore subject.”
Then the brunette pulled back, pausing to take in the night-kissed beauty that was Raelyn, cloaked in her stunning silvery-black dress that was almost as scandalous as Kalina’s own. Curiosity now flickered in her golden gaze. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before.” Kalina didn’t add that she couldn’t possibly have met her before because she had been hidden away like a princess in a tower. “I’m Kalina – Kalina Fellrose. And you are...?”
She had debated momentarily whether or not to include her last name in the introduction, but ultimately decided she would. Sebastian had thrown her to the wolves, so she might as well reveal her identity. Let everyone know that the Dawn Court had a shameful little stain on its pristine reputation. What did she care? Screw Sebastian, screw the Dawn Court; if her brother wanted to force her to attend, then she had no obligation to uphold the integrity of her court. |
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Post by mags on Feb 12, 2017 2:23:11 GMT -5
ravenna lestrange
member of sebsatian fellrose's inner circle
- - ☆ - - To say that Ravenna reveled in torturing humans would be the understatement of the millennium. But…she had not always been this way. No, it was not until she honed her abilities as a Daemati, until she realized how much she loved infiltrating a naïve mind, that her heart began to truly turn to ice. And, of course, as she rose through the ranks of the Dawn Court — both through her growing infamy and her family’s high placement among the nobility of the Court — she caught Sebastian Fellrose’s attention, the son of the High Lord. Now, he was a faerie that the young High Fae had always admired and respected. His ruthlessness, his desire to purify Prythian, and his insatiable hunger for power intrigued Ravenna. She had always known that he would someday be High Lord, and with that power would come what she believed he desired most: the ability to truly rule.
And rule, he did.
Once his parents died, Sebastian assumed power with an iron fist. Nothing stood in his way from getting what he wanted, and especially not poor, little Kalina. Now, Ravenna had grown close to Sebastian before he had become High Lord. She knew just how much the male resented his half-sister. So, needless to say, she was a bit surprised when Kalina was not, well, immediately done away with once her brother took over the Dawn Court. But, alas, it had been five years since Sebastian’s rule had begun. And Kalina, irritating as ever, still stood living and breathing. There had to be some purpose for her, some reason why he had not yet killed her. For Ravenna knew just how much Sebastian despised halfbloods, and she knew that everything he did had its purpose.
And it was for that, singular reason that the Daemati refrained from shattering the other female’s mind right then and there.
However, even with that revelation in mind, Ravenna relished the terror in Kalina’s eyes and the ghastly pallor in her cheeks as she delicately caressed her mind with the claw. The deadly-sharp, needle-like talon that could, in one, graceful swipe, absolutely destroy the half-human female. And though she knew that she could not have quite as much fun as she pleased, this little…encounter was surely entertainment enough.
Now, the blonde female gazed upon Sebastian’s half-sister with a smug expression of satisfaction, which remained intact even as Kalina opened her ugly mouth again. You truly don’t know when to keep your mouth shut, do you? She could not help but chuckle in pure amusement at the halfblood’s little spectacle. Every insult, which was, surely meant to bite or inflict her rage once more, simply coasted in through one ear, and out through the other. An eyebrow slightly raised, lips curling into a wicked smirk, as if to taunt Kalina, daring her to say something more.
“Is that all you have, love?” she began with a sardonic snicker, brushing a loosely-curled lock of honey-hued hair over her shoulder. “What a pity. As a Fellrose — even with your,” she paused, inhaling through her teeth as she seemed to study Kalina closely, “obvious weaknesses — I must say, I expected more.”
She cared too much of what Sebastian thought of her — and perhaps that would prove to be her detriment — to truly hurt his half-breed of a sister further. And though incurring Ravenna’s fury was certainly an idiotic thing to do, Kalina Fellrose was safe. At least for tonight. Until Ravenna could figure out just what her High Lord’s plans were. Because, painful as it was for the golden-haired Daemati to admit, Kalina did have a valid point. Killing her (or turning her into a total vegetable) would likely not be received well by the High Lord of Dawn.
The unfortunate part was, Kalina knew she was untouchable. And she was exploiting it by blatantly attempting to provoke Ravenna into doing something unforgivable. But the ruthless Daemati was quick enough and smart enough to not be fooled by these little games, tempting as they were. She would not give Kalina that sort of satisfaction. And she would certainly not allow a human to see her squirm, or to see her in any way flustered.
Nevertheless, it would be a bold-faced lie if Ravenna Lestrange said that she would not be fantasizing about the slow and painful death of Kalina Fellrose.
Her icy gaze flicked away from the halfblood faerie smirking triumphantly before her — as if she had won — and her attention shifted. Perhaps, her demeanor did as well. For, what once was pure, unadulterated rage now became vicious mirth. Her teal irises twinkled with pure amusement as Raelyn Silverblood approached, and her lips curled into a devilish smirk. She knew what to expect from the newcomer, as she had encountered her many-a-time. Ravenna held respect for Raelyn, for the way she had handled her sister swiping the title of High Lady right from beneath her fingertips. (Surely, had the fiery-haired faerie been in the same situation, she would not have handled it as gracefully.) Something stirred beneath the surface of the silver-haired female, however. An underlying malevolence. And, perhaps, if Ravenna did not know Raelyn at all, she would not immediately pick up on this aura. But, alas, she did indeed know Raelyn Silverblood. She knew her well enough to understand bits and pieces of her.
“Ah, Raelyn, dear,” she began in greeting, flashing her white teeth in an almost-cruel and beautiful grin and gazing down at her through her thick, dark lashes.
Come join the party. Come join my game.
Of course, she had much in common with the powerful High Fae who stood before her; their mutual hatred of humans was bond enough. However, part of her seemed to think that Adrianna Silverblood’s nefarious sister was, well, misreading the situation before her. It was as if she believed that Ravenna was torturing a High Fae for no reason at all, and that — in her mind, at least — could not be further from the truth. Kalina was a halfblood. Mixed blood. Mixed species. Impure.
“Hm. I admit, I am a bit surprised by your words,” Ravenna continued, tilting her head minimally to one side as her teal-hued eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, and sliding a hand onto her hip as if to mimic Raelyn’s body language, “as I had believed that you and I would both agree that, under normal circumstances, a human,” she spit the word, “would have no place among our ranks.”
The response she had initially desired to spew packed much more of a punch. More venomous words and more vulgar phrases circulated throughout Ravenna’s heavily-guarded mind. However, she understood that there was both a time and place for challenging Raelyn in that manner, and tonight was not the night to make an enemy of this particular faerie.
A feather-light breeze tickled the bare skin of Ravenna’s arms as she watched Raelyn. She found herself admiring the female’s confidence, how she seemed to command the space around her. Every movement she made was calculated, yet somehow remained almost mysterious. Sultry, even. As if she had every single faerie in the party wound tightly around her finger. And perhaps that were true, to an extent. Ravenna didn’t doubt Raelyn’s power of seduction. Not for a second. The two females were similar, in that respect, using their alluring nature as a way of gaining information. Gaining power. Ravenna did not fear Raelyn. No, if anything, she related to her, somewhat. Saw her as an equal. And for that reason alone, she (at this moment, anyway) would not dare infiltrate her mind. (Though someday, that could be different.)
Her gaze remained stoic, unyielding. Giving absolutely nothing away that would be of any satisfaction to Raelyn. She knew how this girl played, and was all-too-familiar with her vicious games. Perhaps, in any other situation, the two powerful females would be friendly. And maybe that was possible in the future. However, for today, for the moment, Ravenna was utterly displeased with the fact that this female, this faerie who did not even belong to her court, felt as if she had the right to undermine one of Sebastian’s closest members of his inner circle. For Ravenna truly believed that she held authority over Kalina, an utterly worthless half-breed, and had the given right to have as much fun tormenting her as she pleased. And whether she chose to do so at a gala held by Sebastian or not was none of Raelyn’s concern.
But of course, she did not voice these opinions. And with her carefully-crafted veneer over her emotions and aura coupled with the powerful shields that surrounded the Daemati’s mind, there was no way that Raelyn would be able to sense her true thoughts. Even with her power. Ravenna’s mask was impenetrable, and she knew it. Only a High Lord or Lady would stand a chance at breaking through the walls in her mind (so that left Loren Blackthorn, the only known Daemati of that rank).
She chose not to acknowledge what Raelyn and Kalina chose to say about Sebastian, or about her relationship with the High Lord. Frankly, it was none of their business, what Ravenna and Sebastian’s relationship entailed. And as Raelyn was a member of a different court, it was not Ravenna’s place to disclose information regarding Sebastian to someone who was not currently within his circle of trust.
Perhaps that would soon change; Ravenna was not unaware of the potential bond between the two, powerful High Fae. Their loathing of humans could ideally play a role in bringing two, prominent individuals from separate entities together. An alliance between Sebastian and Raelyn would only give her High Lord more power. So. Even though part of her wanted to rip Raelyn’s throat right out for speaking on matters about which she knew little, Ravenna curbed her temper. (And it took effort to do so. But she succeeded because she knew that Raelyn only sought to see her squirm. And she would not give her that satisfaction. She absolutely refused.)
“I’m pleased to see that you were able to join us this evening.” Her beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration, though she flashed a pointed look in Kalina’s direction, and whether the veneration was genuine or not was up for interpretation.
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𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 12, 2017 13:29:07 GMT -5
livia winters i don't want your money i don't want your crown
see i've come to burn your kingdom down
- - - - - - - - - - - - - Tobias was cute. Livia had to give him that. Unfortunately for him, being cute wouldn’t win him many points when Livia had a job to do – nor would it save him from her erratic temperament. Less than a second after Tobias whispered suggestively to her, that infuriating-but-adorable smirk on his face and impish gleam in his eyes, Livia shoved him lightning-fast, sending the nightblood stumbling backwards. Of course, Livia didn’t use anywhere near her full strength, so he didn’t go too far – she restrained herself just enough that he wouldn’t go crashing into any other faeries and disrupt the celebration, but the shove was enough to get her message across: don’t mess with me.
Except really, Livia hoped that he would continue to mess with her. Not that she would ever admit that out loud. But there was a glimmer in Livia’s turquoise orbs that even she couldn’t hide, and if Tobias observed it closely enough he would notice that glimmer betrayed a hint of her true emotions, of the excitement and interest he stirred in her of which few others were capable.
Still, a wickedly amused grin played on her rogue lips as she replied in a light, airy tone, “Oh Tobias, don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type.” Lie. Definitely a lie. “And even if you were,” she continued, “I’m afraid some of us actually have an important job to do tonight. So I suggest if you’re looking for someone to use your usual tricks on, you look elsewhere.”
Livia paused then, dragging her gaze slowly up and down the nightblood’s body (which, she loathed to admit, was practically the definition of male perfection) boredly. He did have the power of invisibility, didn’t he? Perhaps… well, perhaps he could be useful after all. Then she would be able to fulfil her mission and have a companion to keep her entertained tonight. Though he was from another court, Livia knew that Sebastian intended to make allies of the Night Court against Day and Twilight, so certainly it wouldn’t be a problem if he accompanied her in spying on Isabel and Adrianna, would it? It was information that both of their courts would need, if they were to face the threat of those human-loving little goody-goodies together. “Although…” she mused, “I suppose you could help me with my job. I wouldn’t mind someone with your ability.”
Livia flicked her eyes towards Adrianna and Isabel, who were just now weaving their way out of the crowds off in another direction, no doubt to have a private conversation – Tobias had only to follow her line of sight to guess what exactly her assignment entailed. “What do you say?” Now it was Livia’s turn to lean in to whisper in a low, sultry voice, “Want to give me a hand?”
The shadowsinger was no stranger to the game of seduction. And she estimated that Tobias wouldn’t be able to resist the challenge that she posed by her flat-out rejection of his advances, something that she doubted happened to the handsome nightblood too often. Oh yes, this night just may turn out to be quite fun after all. |
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