My Current Hyper Fixations

thank you for the tag @berryzxx (I am so excited for your story)

my little WIP is for an Elucien story for @elucienweekofficial💛

A scream bursts from her when she bends over, toes digging into the now dewy grass beneath her bare feet, her mouth wide open, eyes squeezed shut. Darkness surrounds her, an owl howls in the far distance however otherwise there’s nothing but silence— “Elain.”  Her eardrums shake, buzzing and she can’t hear the voice trying to reach her. The person. “Elain!” Hands land atop her shoulders, but she continues to scream, her lungs and throat burning, chest aching fiercely. Tears fall from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks and hitting the ground, until— It all comes to a stop.

Here's the snippet of something I am planning for @gwynweekofficial. Will it be good? No idea. And no high hopes either. But it's still fun to try 🤷‍♀️

She had always tried to convince herself that it did not matter to her. It did not matter that her mother had not tried harder to be close to her. It did not matter either that Lyra's father had later left her at the temple of Sangravah to be raised by the priestesses instead of in the Forest House of Autumn after she was deemed too "wild". None of it mattered. As she kissed the soft heads of her two daughters, she understood the choices that her parents had made for her, now more than ever. She realised now that it did matter. She hoped that her daughters would understand. Lyra hoped that they would not feel the same resentment for their mother as the one that she had suppressed at times when thinking about her own parents.

My current WIP is my Victorian Romantisy Vampyre novel which is consuming my every breath.

So whenever someone updates their fic, the ONLY way an author knows who their regular readers are is if they comment on each chapter. And we WANT to know who's still reading.

✦ my first time posting art!

✦ Gwyn waiting for Azriel in chapter 6 of Just a Favor

✦ no reposts, don't use for AI

Modern Cassian Aesthetic

Interests include: specially curated workout playlists, mountain air, early mornings, sitting around a campfire, nonfiction books, styling his hair, pinky promises

Bonus: My take on the Starfall gown

Gwyn was the first priestess to brave her fears and step foot outside the safety of the library.

One small step with huge impact that ultimately led to her becoming a Valkery.

I Imagine her being momentarily transported back to Sangravah and the freedom she felt there. The pure euphoria of those liquid rays of happiness, after having lived inside the confines of the library for so long.

Chapter Eight of a Court of Whispered Melodies is out now, read it on AO3 :)

Sneak Peek: The flight was as magnificent as it was yesterday. When they landed, their gazes met, but instead of a similar glimmer of joy, his face was the usual mask of stoic indifference. Her heart dropped, just as her body did when he discarded her as soon as his feet hit the ground. She barely landed on her feet, when she saw him flex his hands as if he was disgusted by her touch. Just like that, the intimacy of the moment was gone, as insecurity crept its way inside her heart, and eclipsed her earlier joy.

Was he disgusted by her? Was it because of her past?

Suddenly, her Illyrian leathers felt too exposed. She felt too exposed. Did she allow her wishes to cloud her judgment- once again? Just because Elain and Azriel weren't a couple anymore, that didn't mean she and Azriel would become one. She would never force him to share her romantic sentiments, no matter how much she wanted him to, but that didn't mean he could treat her with such blatant aversion.

With furrowed brows, she glared at the Shadowsinger who didn't seem bothered in the slightest. The only thing she saw was his retreating figure, as he walked away to examine the surroundings, not sparing her a second glance. His shadows searched for any possible danger too, except for one lone tendril of smoke, which floated in front of her as if to say I'm sorry.

I figured I'd put together a little post of Gwyn and Azriel moments throughout ACOSF, outside the Azriel bonus chapter, so that others could see why us Gwynriels ship them without needing the bonus chapter.

These moments include looks that others notice or just them looking at each other, interactions of them together, and just moments I find foreshadowing for them.

Without further ado:

♧ Gwyn had been distracted today—one eye on the other side of the ring. Cassian could only assume she was watching his brother, who had given Gwyn a small smile of greeting upon arrival. Gwyn hadn’t returned it. - Chapter 39

♧ Gwyn let out a high-pitched noise that was nothing but pure excitement. Azriel, on the other side of the ring with the rest of the priestesses, half-turned at the sound, brows high. - Chapter 44

♧ He nodded to Gwyn and Emerie, the former glancing toward Azriel, who watched in silence.

“We slice the ribbon in two,” Emerie asked Gwyn warily, “and our training is complete?” Gwyn again glanced to Azriel, who drifted closer. She said, “I’m not entirely sure.” - Chapter 51

♧ Azriel had winnowed her and Cassian here after training, but hadn’t lingered. Apparently, Gwyn wanted him to go over dagger handling, so he’d left them with a promise to return in an hour. - Chapter 55

♧ Cassian glanced over at Az, but his attention was fixed on the young priestess, admiration and quiet encouragement shining from his face. - Chapter 60

♧ Azriel went wholly still, as if he, too, had felt the shift. As if he, too, were aware that far larger forces peered into that training ring as Gwyn moved. - Chapter 60

♧ Azriel clapped his hands, and all the females straightened. “You’ll work in groups of three.”

Gwyn asked Az, her teal eyes bright, “What do we get if we finish the course?”

Az’s shadows danced around him. “Since there’s no chance in hell any of you will finish the course, we didn’t bother to get a prize.”

Boos sounded. Gwyn lifted her chin in challenge. “We look forward to proving you wrong.” - Chapter 60

♧ Gwyn threw Azriel a withering stare as she strode past him. “See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger,” she tossed over a shoulder. Az stared after her, brows high with amusement. When he turned back, Nesta grinned. “You have no idea what you just started,” she said. Az angled his head, hazel eyes narrowing as Gwyn reached the archway.

“Remember how Gwyn was with the ribbon?” Nesta winked and clapped the shadowsinger on the shoulder. “You’re the new ribbon, Az.” - Chapter 60

♧ “There are plenty of other unspeakable things that could be happening to her,” Cassian said, voice thickening. “To Emerie and Gwyn.” The shadows deepened around Azriel, his Siphons gleaming like cobalt fire. “You—we—trained them well, Cassian. Trust in that. It’s all we can do.” - Chapter 68

♧ “Azriel slaughtered all of them within moments. He didn’t hesitate. But I could barely move, and when I tried to get up … He gave me his cloak and wrapped me in it." - Chapter 68

^That is confirmed by Cassian from Chapter 14 when he said “I heard that Mor had brought one in. Azriel was the one who made it out there first, and he killed any of the Hybern soldiers left, but by that point …”

While these scenes do not have romantic feelings or connotations, I would rather have Gwyn and Azriel romance built upon in their book, and there is potential from these scenes to have that happen.