Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Feb 12, 2017 18:20:19 GMT -5
loren blackthorn. the high lord of the night court. The attractive male, the High Lord of the Night Court, remained silent after his brief acknowledgment of the Dawn High Lord. They may have been equally powerful but that did not mean that Loren would show anymore than he needed to, as everyone had an angle to play at. Every word, every tone, and every movement had some motive behind it, it was the way of the fair folk. They were as beautiful as they were deadly, and quite the backstabbers if you did say so.
It was no surprise that a compliment fell from the pale lips of the male, and it was more meant as an ice breaker -- in a sense. The Dawn and Night court were more similar than they were different, but it did not make them allies ... yet. Loren arched one of his eyebrows before giving a slight nod, at least it was a response to the high lord's flattery. The bronze haired male it meant as little as humans meant to Sebastian but all the more to play along with the dark male.
The two high lords grew up together, or rather Sebastian grew up with Loren. The Night Lord was the oldest out of the entity of faeries, ever since the late, high royalty faeries had passed on. They were never close, but engaged in quite a few requirements of being the heir to their respective thrones. The thought made Loren's gorgeous amethyst eyes leave the physique of Sebastian and travel around the courtyard. He quickly spotted Isabel Fairlight and Adrianna Silverblood conversing in their own little section of secludedness. Though, a spark of anger went over his gem colored eyes as he spotted Tobias flirting away with another courtier, and of course, it was one of Sebastian's, Livia. The Night Lord had given the younger male instructions to make sure he paid extra attention to the two High Ladies, because who knew what they could be conversing about. It was only a matter of time before sides would align, after all, the High Lords and Ladies now were nothing like the stabilities that their parents held.
His eyes narrowed slightly before moving them away from Tobias and Livia and slowly scanned the courtyard once again. This time landing on a familiar gold dressed figure, but it only lasted a moment before the view was blocked by two other bodies and sudden disinterest was casted over the male's face -- he hadn't even paid attention to who was standing there, because he really did not care.
Loren's eyes moved back to Sebastian, just as he asked the most important question -- shall we? The male let his hands lay at his sides before he tilted his head, a wicked and quite gorgeous smile pulled at his plush lips. His longer canines showing for a brief moment, but then his very so husky voice managed to find its way out of his lips once again. "Let's."
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Bisexual
𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 12, 2017 19:28:06 GMT -5
sebastian fellrose no light no light in your bright blue eyes i never knew daylight could be so violent - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sebastian led the High Lord of Night to his favorite room inside his palace-like estate – aside from his own bedroom, of course, but that would have been a highly inappropriate place to hold this kind of meeting. But this room happened to be his favorite for a variety of reasons; though he was quite fond of the room’s elegant furnishings, deep reds lined with gold trimming for an absolutely regal appearance, the best thing about the chamber was that it was completely spy-proof. Wards had been cast around it centuries ago against many different faerie powers. Shadowsingers could not hear through its walls, winnowers could not teleport into the room, and even anyone who tried to glamour themselves within its confines would find themselves plainly visible.
The perks of holding this celebration in his own home; all balls were in his court – literally. It was almost too perfect a coincidence, really, that it just so happened to have been the Dawn Court’s turn to host the gathering of all the courts following the mysterious deaths of the previous rulers five years ago. And another strange coincidence, that those deaths had in fact occurred almost exactly five years ago, give or take a couple weeks, not too long after the Night Court’s gala.
A highly keen individual might wonder: perhaps these things were not coincidences at all.
Sebastian opened the door, letting Loren enter before he locked it behind them, sealing them off from the rest of the world for their private discussion. The male said nothing as he crossed to the other side of the room, where an ornate table held crystal decanters filled with rich, coppery-amber liquid, another faerie drink; though this one mingled sweet flavors with something sharp and bitter for a more unusual taste, and it lacked the bliss-inducing effects of the sparkling faerie wine being passed around at the rest of the party. Turning over two glasses, Sebastian poured a drink for both himself and Loren, not bothering to ask if the other High Lord wanted it. Spinning lightly on his heels back around to face Loren, he held out the drink for him to take. Fiery golden optics met deep amethyst ones; Sebastian noted Loren’s carefully composed mask that succeeded at concealing any of his emotions or thought. Good – he would expect nothing less.
“Let’s cut to the chase, Loren,” Sebastian purred, tilting his head slightly to one side and letting a cool, dark grin tug at his lips. “Prythian has been teetering on the edge of a cliff ever since our parents’ deaths.” His words were so casual, so unapologetic, making it clear that he hadn’t mourned the death of his family one bit. “These coming months will decide whether we stay standing, or whether our way of life will crumble into the abyss, as those bleeding-heart human-loving High Ladies Isabel and Adrianna desire.”
Sebastian paused to take a sip from his glass, letting the cool, bittersweet liquid flow down his throat. “We both know that the Night Court depends entirely on human slavery; if Isabel and Adrianna get their way, it would be devastating for you. So it’s only logical, then, that we become allies against them in this brewing conflict, isn’t it?” Charismatic, manipulative, calculating - Sebastian had a talent for bringing people to his side, for making everything seem so clear and reasonable when it came from his rich voice.
But Sebastian didn’t allow the High Lord time to answer that particular question. He still had plenty more things to say – the real reason for the absolute secrecy behind their meeting. Finally, he was about to expose a secret that not a single other soul in Prythian knew; not even his closest circle members, Ravenna, Livia, and Rafe. “I don’t mean to insinuate that the Night Court is weak, of course. Perhaps you would be able to take on two other courts yourself; as a Daemati, you are one of the strongest High Lords in history.” Flattery, Sebastian had learned, tended to work like a charm. “But before you reject my offer, there’s something I want to tell you which I think you will find… quite interesting.”
Another pause, another sip from his glass; Sebastian let the tension in the air build, wanting Loren to be anxious to hear what he was about to reveal. And then, his dark smile widened into something absolutely devilish, his sharply angular face like a beautiful demon as he said, “You see, Loren, I have the Cauldron.”
There it was – the grand finale, the greatest trick he had up his sleeve (though certainly not the last). At that, Sebastian decided to finally give Loren a chance to respond, for surely the other High Lord would be shocked beyond belief. The Cauldron, the most powerful magical item in all of Prythian, said to have created their world itself, its existence thought to be nothing more than a rumor, a myth – and Sebastian, somehow, was in possession of it. Without a doubt, Loren’s interest would be piqued; and then the High Lord of Dawn would have the High Lord of Night right where he wanted him.
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Post by maple on Feb 12, 2017 20:20:51 GMT -5
[ 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ i was just wondering if i could started role-playing for my charrie tristan, i'm not sure if he's approved ? (:]
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Post by mags on Feb 12, 2017 20:29:18 GMT -5
tobias serafin courtier and emissary to loren blackthorn. - - ✘ - - Tobias should have been expecting the hit.
Like, seriously. Was he really that dumb? Livia rejected him. He didn’t give up. And now, look where he was. Honestly. He should have been expecting her to shove him. He could have been ready, had he actually had a functioning brain in his head, but…no. Instead of possibly deflecting the hit, he went stumbling backwards, the wine in his golden goblet spilling up and over the sides, onto his hand and wrist, and therefore onto the cuff of his shirt. For a moment, the nightblood appeared, well, rather stunned, frankly. His cerulean eyes were pulled wide, dark eyebrows raised in surprise, lips slightly agape. But that only lasted a couple of brief seconds. Soon enough, the amusement reentered his expression and his gaze significantly lightened, shifting his weight from one side of his body to the other. Had he not been holding his chalice of faerie wine (which he now took a moment to slowly sip), perhaps he would have crossed his arms over his chest in a sign of feigned irritation. But, like. Tobias didn’t really think that crossing his one free arm would convey the same message…? So he refrained from this entirely.
Instead, he approached Livia once again (which could have been a rather stupid thing of him to do, but let’s face it: Tobias Serafin was the king of dumb life choices). He stood close enough to her where he could truly see the details in her appearance: the fiery, gold flecks melding with the dominant hues of turquoise in her irises, the way her honey-colored hair was tucked neatly into a crown braided atop her head, the soft curve of her neck. What previously had been a hard, mischievous stare now softened as Tobias appreciated Livia’s effortless and almost-regal beauty. (And honestly, he almost missed what she said next because he was too busy gaping at her. Like, nice going, man.)
(It was a good thing he didn’t, though.)
Before he could stop himself, an unrestrained laugh escaped his lips. Not a chuckle, not a snicker, a laugh. A real, honest-to-goodness laugh, something that Tobias did not often do. Such lies. She truly expected him to believe that she didn’t find him attractive? Well. At least, if she were to try to convince him of that, she could have the common decency to make her statements believable. His eyes brightened with amusement, and his adorable dimples found their place in his expression as he grinned.
“Oh, Livia,” he almost hummed her name, drawing out the final syllable as he exhaled deeply. He paused for a moment, clicking his tongue in an insincere gesture of disappointment and shaking his head as his trademark smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “You are a terrible liar.”
The smirk — along with his smug demeanor — refused to dissipate as he noticed her bright, blue eyes dragging over his body, surely admiring the masterpiece it was. There was a reason why he could get any female he wanted to fall longingly at his feet. Tobias Serafin was no stranger to the art of seduction, and gathering from Livia’s almost-brazen attitude — the way she appeared around him, as if his appearance did not faze her in the slightest — he could only assume that rang true for her, as well.
She did have a point, however. He, too, had a job to do, and he certainly did not want Loren to find him flirting with some Dawn Court courtier when he should have been trying to accomplish the task which had been assigned to him. However, when Livia insinuated that she could possibly need him to accompany her…well. He had never been more grateful for his glamouring abilities. For once, they were truly becoming handy. Useful.
And, in all honesty, the idea of spying on Adrianna and Isabel with Livia — he assumed that this was the task to which she had referred — seemed rather appealing. He could use some entertainment. Some banter. And he knew that, out of everyone at this party, Livia Winters would be able to keep up with him effortlessly. (Frankly, it was probably Tobias who would need to step up his game.)
He had to keep himself from reacting as Livia stepped closer to him again, as she whispered to him in a seductive tone uncannily-similar to the one he had used not minutes earlier. Now things were starting to get interesting, and he had to hold himself back from almost purring in approval. He wanted to see what would happen once the tides had turned. Now she was the one teasing, and he would be the one to feign disinterest.
“I suppose I wouldn’t have anything against accompanying you,” he replied, his gaze now bored and unenthusiastic, as if to show her that he could easily move elsewhere — after all, two could play this little game of hers. “Not like I have anything better to do.” (More like anyone, but moving on.)
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Feb 12, 2017 20:59:23 GMT -5
loren blackthorn. the high lord of the night court. It did not take very long for both of the High Lords to be in a private room, obviously quite secluded from the rest of the party. Even Loren could feel the different wards throughout the room, especially as he walked through the threshold of the door -- it was as he was walking into a cage and the handsome nightblood was suddenly on edge. He felt as he was a cornered feline, his eyes narrowed and his stance was tightening by the second. His amethyst gaze watched the high fae lock the door and stroll to the other side of the regal room; there, placed perfectly on the table, sat two glasses and some amber colored liquid, some thing of more hard liquor than anything, obviously.
Loren stayed still, watching the back of the Dawn Lord while he stood near the table, and it was clear that he was pouring a couple of drinks for the two of them. As Sebastian was being cordial, it allowed for Loren to loosen his stance but his guard was still risen. As Night Lord was waiting for the other faerie to finish the drinks, he had found himself leaning against the fireplace, that so happened to be flickering with a soft glow that gave the regal room a warming presence. The male crossed his arms over his chest, his amethyst gaze moving all over the room, taking in the appearance of the spy proofed area. The regal trimmings, the warm colors and the large space made it an easy place to escape to, especially if no other faerie in the four courts could ever try to eavesdrop upon the inside conversations.
The movement of Sebastian spinning on his heels caught the gaze of the Night Lord and he pushed off the wall and came right up to the Dawn Lord. Molten gold pools clashed against the chilling hue of cold amethyst. They were night and day, but quite the same when it came to so many different things, whether that be policies or the courts themselves. However, when it came to hiding their emotions and their plans, these two were probably the experts at it. And honestly, it was no surprise that they were.
Loren felt a smirk tug at the corner of his lips as Sebastian made a jump, allowing his voice to break the silence that had settled upon the room. However, as his words continued to flow, the nightblood stayed silent and decided not to disrupt him. The Dawn Lord was correct in the way that the Night Court depended on humans, although, it was almost naive of the Lord to think that Loren wouldn't find another way to get humans -- at least, for blood. Some humans were way more willing to give their delicious liquid up for the sake of the gorgeous species. In regards to finding such humans, that would take a little bit of time and therefore, it was much easier to allow human slavery to continue. It was a steady supply of food and that made the Night Court thrive.
A dark rumbling growl was emitted from the throat of Loren Blackthorn when Sebastian hinted at the strengths and weaknesses of the Night Court. It was quite daring, even for a High Lord. He took a threatening step forward, but it was evident that the Dawn Lord knew better because he continued his little speech with flattery, which got him nowhere with this dark male. The nightblood took a step back, allowing his drawn lip to settle back into a straight line as he wait for Sebastian to finally get to his point. Boring was an understatement as the high fae was only speaking of things that he already knew about, whether it be of human slavery or the two high ladies that seemed to be gossiping just as the high lords were conversing in a private room.
Suddenly, it was as if the breath was knocked out the body of the tall male and it was evident only by the widening of his amethyst eyes. His gaze went right back to Sebastian, fully trying to understand what the male had just spoken -- his grand finale was no joke. He just said he had the cauldron, which was not only the most powerful things in the faerie world but it was also a thing that could be weaponized without a question.
Loren was beyond shocked, and more questioning how in the hell did the Dawn Lord manage to get his hands on such a thing. His amethyst eyes glanced around the room before he slowly looked back at Sebastian, something had sparked in the eyes of the gorgeous nightblood. "And you need the book." His voice was gruff and unwavering as he stared back at the dark haired, bright eyed male.
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Bisexual
𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 13, 2017 22:24:03 GMT -5
mapleyes sorry omg i forgot to say he was approved i'll add him to the front page in a bit, sorry about that! cx
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Post by maple on Feb 13, 2017 22:58:45 GMT -5
oh it's no problem at all!! i assumed he was i just wanted to make sure!!
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Bisexual
𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 14, 2017 19:55:02 GMT -5
sebastian fellrose no light no light in your bright blue eyes i never knew daylight could be so violent - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sebastian had been waiting for this moments for years. Years. And though Loren’s surprise to his declaration was muted, the other High Lord revealing only a hint of it with a slight widening of his deep amethyst eyes, Sebastian had to fight to keep a delighted grin from spreading across his face. That’s right, Loren.
It had been near torture keeping it a total secret for this long, for patience was not one of Sebastian’s virtues (not that he had many other virtues to speak of either). He had eagerly been looking forward to the day in which it would finally come to light, when he could share it with the members of his most trusted circle, for even they could not be made aware of the Cauldron being in his possession until the time was right. As strong as they were, Loren was that much stronger; already a formidable Daemati when he was merely the heir to the Night Court’s throne, ascending to High Lord served to make him the most powerful Daemati in existence. Even Ravenna’s steel-entombed mind wouldn’t be secure if Loren had the inclination to sift through it. Only Sebastian’s own thoughts were guaranteed to be perfectly safe, which is why his inner circle had to remain oblivious to his plans – he couldn’t risk Loren searching their minds out of curiosity.
Though it was Sebastian’s turn to be surprised when Loren grumbled his reply, already having figured out why Sebastian had decided to reveal this secret to him: the Book of Breathings. Impressive. Though his surprise still paled in comparison to the shock Loren must have been feeling. Interest gleamed in bright gold pools as the High Lord of Dawn nodded once, his features fixed into a cold mask graced with just a hint of a smirk. “Indeed. The Book.”
Without the Book, the Cauldron could only be employed at a fraction of its full power. But though it had proved to quite useful for performing one spell in particular, Sebastian would hardly be able to take over all of Prythian as he so desired without accessing its full potential. Rumor had it that the secrets of where the Book was hidden lied within the Night Court; and judging by Loren’s response, those suspicions had been true.
Now, however, Sebastian was about to play a very dangerous game with Loren. He certainly didn’t expect Loren to agree to hand over the Book without some convincing (for one, he doubted Loren actually had the Book at the moment; he assumed that Loren simply had an idea of where to find it). But Sebastian would have to find a way to make the other High Lord believe that if he received the Book, he wouldn’t end up turning against him, because with both the Cauldron and the Book, Sebastian would be essentially unstoppable.
Sebastian downed the remaining contents in his glass, setting it down on the table behind him before turning his attention back to Loren. “You could, of course, go to Isabel and Adrianna right now and stop me. At the moment, I am the only person in the world who knows where the Cauldron is; get rid of me, and Prythian would remain safe from its terrible power. But,” he purred, his voice as rich as velvet, “I wouldn’t."
He paused for a moment before continuing, “I know you’re no fool, Loren, and only a fool would hand over the key to bringing Prythian to its knees just like that. But I assure you, I have no ill intentions towards you or the Night Court. In truth, I have always admired the unforgiving brutality of your kind. You and I are kindred spirits, are we not?” Sebastian asked. “Surely you understand that humans are weak, spineless, revolting creatures. Nevermind that nightbloods rely on their blood; humans don’t deserve to be free.” Pure hatred dripped from his tone. There was a righteous yet terrible light in his eyes, like that of an angel fallen from heaven for believing in a wicked cause.
“My father,” Sebastian sneered, his lip curling as if the very words disgusted him, “was a disgrace and a traitor. One hundred years ago, he had an affair with a human woman, forever tainting his legacy. Yet he kept it a secret from the rest of the Courts, because even blinded by love, he understood the shame of what he had done.
“For years, all I could do was watch as Varian traipsed around with that human harlot, watch as he gave all his affection to her and the halfblood child she bore him, instead of his real family – instead of me. For years, I prayed to the gods, asking them how they could allow such blasphemy to go unpunished. But just as I was losing faith in divine justice, my prayers were answered.
“The mysterious deaths of our parents, the cause of which has still never been discovered – I suspected it was an act of our gods. But it was only when I stumbled upon the Cauldron soon after that I knew: this is what they wanted. I – we – were chosen to right Prythian, to purify it of the weakness that has been slowly poisoning it.” Though his speech was intended to manipulate Loren, to lure him into trusting him, it wasn’t all lies – Sebastian truly did believe in his last words. Which, perhaps, is what made him so dangerous: for there is nothing worse than someone who does evil in the name of good.
“Varian is dead,” he said harshly, “but his pathetic weakness lives on in Isabel and Adrianna. I need your help, Loren. The gods may have gifted the Cauldron to me, but it is you who will determine the fate of Prythian; you who has the power to stop that poison from killing us all.” Sebastian knew Loren, and he knew that of the seven deadly sins, the hedonistic, infamous heartbreaker aligned most with pride and lust; so it was to these vices that he intended to appeal to win him over. Although the latter would have to wait just a bit longer…
At last, his voice shifted to a low murmur, dimming his display of righteous anger into something cool, soft, dark. “So what will it be, Loren?”
Loren was pride and lust; but Sebastian was all wrath.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 16, 2017 17:44:28 GMT -5
intentional your activity has decreased significantly at Duwamish Community School. If it does not improve within the week, you will be deleted. This has been your warning.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 16, 2017 17:45:48 GMT -5
also I am definitely joining this rp hopefully I'll be impressed by Loren's wingspan c;
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Bisexual
𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 16, 2017 17:55:13 GMT -5
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 16, 2017 17:58:32 GMT -5
[ just a reference to Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian since Loren is the high lord of the Night Court. poor Casssian. and yes, I'm sorry. ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 16, 2017 18:09:53 GMT -5
[ if there is no issue with it, may I join? ]
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Post by intentional on Feb 17, 2017 2:39:53 GMT -5
maple sorry i haven't replied yet -- been busy but i will get it up tomorrow !! no school ]
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Post by maple on Feb 17, 2017 12:48:37 GMT -5
maple sorry i haven't replied yet -- been busy but i will get it up tomorrow !! no school ] [ don't worry take all the time you need!! i totally understand ((: ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 17, 2017 16:37:56 GMT -5
going to start working on my characters soon
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 17, 2017 17:38:07 GMT -5
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 18, 2017 18:11:35 GMT -5
so I skimmed through the rp posts that have been put up so far and what I've gathered is that there's a large celebration going on hosted by the Dawn Court and right now the High Lords and Ladies are trying to establish relationships and make plays for power. is it alright if I just plop my characters right in?
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Post by mags on Feb 18, 2017 19:42:02 GMT -5
yep! that's pretty much plot for now lol i believe appz has rafe open, kayla has charlotte, i have will, and maple has tristan! everyone else is a little preoccupied at the moment hahaha
also, regarding your characters, i had a question in regards to rank. since arsinoe is loyal to raelyn, i don't think it really makes sense to have her as adrianna's courtier? especially since the nobles would have voted for the high lady & she probably would have cast her vote for rae, right? since thats who she's loyal to?
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 18, 2017 19:45:03 GMT -5
alright, I'll find somewhere to fit Arsinoe and Rho in and you're right, I was a little preoccupied when filling that part out.
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Post by mags on Feb 18, 2017 22:50:58 GMT -5
okay lmk if u want me to get a starter up for will; i'd be happy to write smth ~
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 18, 2017 22:52:15 GMT -5
that'd be great honestly because I have no idea where to put either of them
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Post by mags on Feb 18, 2017 23:20:18 GMT -5
i can do that; which character would you prefer to use?
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 18, 2017 23:21:57 GMT -5
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Post by mags on Feb 18, 2017 23:54:24 GMT -5
william serafin noble of the night court - - ✧ - -
Will was not so pleased.
He should have been grateful that his "tainted" Illyrian blood had not kept him from a gathering of this magnitude between the Courts — he knew that most High Fae, especially those of the Night and Dawn Courts, were not too fond of his kind, of halfblooded fae — but the fact was, he was not. He was not thankful for the wonderful opportunity given to him, for this chance to mingle with the nobility of those serving under other High Lords and Ladies. No, frankly, he would have much rather simply stayed the hell home.
Especially when William Serafin, unlike his all-too-friendly half-brother, was not exactly the "mingling" type.
With curiosity laced within his expression, Will found himself scanning the scene before him. Beautiful, white-marble pillars lined the garden's courtyard. Soft music hummed against the light breeze in the air, meshing with the subdued sounds of laughter and conversation. Glamorous High Fae of all four Courts socialized together, though there seemed to be an obvious divide, of sorts, between them. He noticed that those of the Day Court were not commonly fraternizing with fae of the Night or Dawn Courts. How utterly typical. Out of the four, the Twilight Court seemed most divided, with some individuals embracing Adrianna Silverblood's seemingly-charismatic rule, and others scorning her tolerance of humans and halfbloods. It was those types of High Fae that made Will a bit...apprehensive, in a way. Not for himself; no, he was much too highly placed within Loren Blackthorn's Court to feel threatened by this type of hostility. But there was something dark in the air tonight, something that suggested that this party was not only for friendly socialization.
His point seemed to be proven when he noticed Isabel Fairlight, the High Lady of the Day Court, and Adrianna Silverblood, the High Lady of the Twilight Court, making their way into a more secluded area. Perhaps to discuss some sort of alliance between the rulers? Was it premature of him to assume this? No. He knew for certain that this had been something which had concerned his own High Lord, and that Will's own brother had received a specific assignment to keep an eye on the two of them.
His pine-green eyes flicked in Loren's direction, as he had kept the High Lord in his peripheral vision, and he watched as he was joined by Sebastian Fellrose, the High Lord of Dawn. A formidable individual, that one. Will could only imagine what kind of turmoil he and Loren could cause if they joined forces against Isabel and Adrianna...and he knew that all of the Courts would see this soon enough.
He noticed Tobias, his dreadfully-annoying, overly-flirtatious, half-brother, making his way closer to an attractive female faerie — Livia, was it? She seemed familiar...somehow, as he vaguely recalled his half-sibling mentioning her a time or two. And she was certainly Tobias’ type (being a female, and all). No wonder he took this opportunity to do what he did best and completely pounce on the poor girl. Rolling his eyes, the attractive fae huffed a sigh of irritation through his nose, strong arms crossing over his chest, as he watched as his idiotic brother blatantly ignored his task of watching over the High Ladies, instead choosing to flirt with someone who was, in Will's humble opinion, way out of his league.
But I digress.
His weight shifted from one side to the other as a human server approached him, carrying with her a tray with goblets of faerie wine. Just the sight of the brilliant, gold liquid made the young halfblood's mouth water. Reaching quickly (even by fae standards) for a chalice, he lifted it to his lips, allowing his eyes to close for a brief moment as he sipped his drink. He allowed himself to lean his weight against one of the marble pillars for a moment as he continued to observe, lightly swishing the liquid around in the goblet as he continued to simply observe the crowd before him.
A dark-haired High Fae caught his attention (though, not really in the best way). It was Isabel's own courtier, Rho Evergloam. Oh, how Will detested him. (And it wasn't exactly anything personal, either? He just didn't really like any of Isabel's lackeys. Or, really, anyone from the Day Court. Everyone there seemed to stay true to the words of Isabel Fairlight, therefore preaching "equality and tolerance" almost relentlessly. They all just seemed, on the surface, at least, to be...well. Irritating. Freaking irritating.) He was not in the mood to deal with one of those brainwashed, Day Court dingbats. If Rho were to approach him, fine. Will would entertain the conversation. But he would not be the instigator. He absolutely refused.
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𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on Feb 19, 2017 14:46:31 GMT -5
adrianna silverblood she's just like the weather, can't hold her together born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow - - - - - - - - - - - - - Raelyn Silverblood donned a dress of the midnight sky scattered with glittering silver stars. She wore darkness and seduction like a second skin, deep rose-painted lips set in a faint smirk, dripping with confidence and power. Every inch of her screamed trouble and scandal, shadows graced with only the faintest glimmer of starlight.
But Adrianna Silverblood was a star. The modest, though still flattering, gown that clung to her petite figure was swathed in a shade of pale bluish lavender so light it appeared white from a far glance; but closer look revealed that the shimmering material of which it was fashioned was something ethereal, fitting of a High Lady. Tiny jewels spiraled in elegant designs around her bust and waist, traveling like threads of gossamer down the skirt. In the soft light of the magical crystals that lit the Dawn Court gardens, Adrianna's dress gleamed like a brilliant opal, a rainbow of pale color flashing faintly across her with every small movement. Complementing this effect, a choker of exquisite detail adorned her neck; vertical rows of four luminous, multi-chromatic, pastel-hued opals alternating with rows of three twinkling gold-crafted flowers, each centered with a shimmering pearl. Around both her thin wrists were matching cuff bracelets. Her long, ebony black locks had been pinned up in a regal fashion, though a few strands had been left down to sweetly frame her face. One of the Twilight Court's many crowns reserved for its leader rested on her head, spun of opals and gold just like the rest of her jewelry.
Twilight - the Court that mingled both shadows and light. Yet in the royal siblings, the dividing line sharpened, a stark difference visible from their choice of clothing alone.
But while Adrianna was lovely in her unusual gown, she seemed too soft, too delicate, too... pure. And as the newly crowned High Lady, it was perhaps not the wisest decision to display such a gentle appearance. Adrianna was not unintelligent; but she lacked the calculating mind of a true ruler, someone who knew that even the tiniest of details played a vital role in maintaining one's position. This was Prythian: a cut-throat land filled with vicious faeries who would stop at nothing to gain power, who might offer charming smiles one minute before tearing someone to shreds the next. Showing even the faintest hint of weakness could provoke fatal consequences.
Despite her powerful status as High Lady, Adrianna had to fight to keep herself from fidgeting nervously. Before, as merely one of the two daughters of Silverblood royalty, she could blend in easily at these gatherings. Sure, some attention was paid to her, as she was one of two possible heirs to the throne, but now… Now, as she demurely descended the staircase leading to the rest of the gardens, every inch of her prickled with anxiety. It seemed as if every faerie’s eyes were on her, scrutinizing, judging, searching for any signs of weakness. The situation at the Twilight Court was no secret – their court had been particularly destabilized by the shift of power, as a vote amongst the nobles had just barely selected her to be the next High Lady. Emphasis on barely. Although half her court supported her and her compassionate ideals, the other half was just as brutal as the notoriously vicious Dawn Court, and would have much preferred the rule of her sister. Adrianna had been walking on thin ice for the past five years since she had assumed power, unable to implement measures to free the innocent slaves of her court as she so desired, for fear that it would result in her downfall.
Which is why this celebration was so important – it gave her the chance to make powerful allies, to provide stability and security to her rule. Loren Blackthorn, High Lord of the Night Court, was certainly not known for his kindness or compassion towards humans, and Sebastian Fellrose of Dawn was rumored to be even worse. But her intelligence had informed her that Isabel Fairlight, High Lady of the Day Court, had a stable hold on her court and had essentially abolished the abhorrent institution of slavery amongst her subjects. She was exactly the ally that Adrianna so needed; but still, Adrianna knew she couldn’t afford to come off as too desperate. Isabel’s kindness might only go so far if she came off as so unstable that she would make a dangerous ally.
Crystal blue eyes scanned the crowds for Isabel, but she was saved the trouble of finding her when she saw the High Lady of Day already headed in her direction. A soft smile graced Adrianna’s lips as Isabel came to a stop in front of her, a kind expression on her beautiful face. Isabel looked both lovely and regal, the perfect image of a strong High Lady, and a twinge of envy twisted in Adrianna’s gut at how everything seemed so… effortless for her.
Adrianna was a little surprised that Isabel had sought her out first, but decided not to question her luck as she answered her request to speak with a small nod. “Of course. I was hoping to speak with you tonight as well. But perhaps we should go somewhere a little more… secluded? It’s awfully difficult to hear you over all this chatter.” It was, of course, not at all difficult for either of them to hear each other; they were faeries with keen sense of hearing. But she had sensed the urgency in Isabel’s tone that told her the other High Lady did indeed want to speak of more private matters with her. Good. The night had just barely begun, and already things seemed to be working out well for her. Maybe her luck was about to change. Maybe an alliance with Isabel would finally stabilize things for her and her supporters at the Twilight Court.
Maybe.
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Post by mags on Feb 19, 2017 20:52:18 GMT -5
isabel fairlight high lady of the day court - - ♔ - -
An alliance with Adrianna was just what Isabel needed. Especially since something seemed to be brewing between Loren and Sebastian; just before she reached the High Lady of Twilight, Isabel noticed the two conversing in hushed voices before making their way into the lavishly-decorated, and likely highly-secure, palace of Sebastian Fellrose. If only she had someone willing to infiltrate that conversation…but alas, she did not. And would she ask one of her own to risk his or her life over a little eavesdropping? No. It wasn’t worth it. She would not have any way of knowing what the two, dark Lords’ exchange entailed.
Her attention returned to Adrianna, periwinkle gaze fluttering back to meet the other High Lady’s, as Isabel’s inquiry was answered. Relief flooded the High Lady of Day’s body — in such a way that she did not doubt that this sense would be able to be perceived by any Shadowsinger (so hopefully none were near) — and she offered Adrianna a bright smile as she exhaled a clipped sigh through her teeth.
Time was of the essence, especially considering the number of eyes upon them. Everyone seemed to be intrigued by the gathering of two High Ladies, and this could, in Isabel’s mind, at least, draw unwanted attention in their direction. (Did it make her paranoid to assume that Sebastian and Loren had sent spies to watch them? Probably. But would she put it past the two of them to do something like that? Um, hell no. After all, she had only just considered doing that herself, and her mentality was not nearly as…diabolical as that of Loren Blackthorn and Sebastian Fellrose.)
Placing a gentle, almost protective arm over Adrianna’s shoulders, the emerald-gowned High Lady led the way as the two of them wove through the crowd of High Fae, farther and farther away from the main circle of faeries gathered together. Cloaked by nightfall, Isabel led Adrianna out of the party entirely, weaving her way through the manicured maze of hedges leading deeper into the gardens. The soft hum of laughter and music faded away as they walked, now replaced by the sounds of their feet crunching against the trimmed grass underfoot. Finally, Isabel stopped, and quickly tuned her highly-trained ears to her surroundings, trying to sense if anyone was nearby. Only the faint murmur of the light breeze in the air reached her ears, and once Isabel felt confident that the two of them were alone, she let her façade of lightness fade. Her bright expression was quickly replaced with one of worry: her eyebrows slightly puckered, leaving her forehead creased, and her jaw tightened ever-so-slightly as her normally-crystal-clear gaze seemed to darken.
The tension Isabel Fairlight had been feeling was now clearly evident in her countenance.
Her full lips pursed momentarily as she considered how to begin this conversation. Was she supposed to just jump right in? Talk about the issue of slavery? Maybe mention Sebastian and Loren and how they seemed to be plotting together? What it was that the two of them were plotting…she could only wonder. But that was not important now. She could not allow herself to consider the worst-case scenario, that the two High Lords had aligned against herself and Adrianna, against their two Courts, against their people. She bit the inside of her cheek as her jaw continued to tense.
Then she began to speak.
“I guess I should start by asking how…things are in Twilight Court. My sources have told me of the divide amongst your people. Is it true that Raelyn still holds much support among your subjects?” Her inquiry was almost tentative in nature. Almost. She needed this information, and would need Adrianna to be completely transparent with her if this alliance were to succeed. That was essential. Absolutely imperative. Though this was the first time they had truly spoken, there was no time for small talk.
It was all business from the get-go. There was no other way for this to go.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 19, 2017 21:09:57 GMT -5
sorry for not responding yet, I've been working up the muse to. I'll have my reply up in less than half an hour uwu
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