fire a flaming arrow from a high place

janaff family drabble, put under a cut because it’s long. this was going to be his new interview, but I decided to save it. cw for strong language and family infighting. 

wc - 674

carmilla． giant featherbeds． tightening a corset． moonlit walks． killing for love． cruelty for the sake of love． love is always selfish． romantic tragedy． love to the brink of destruction． nighttime rendezvous． bloody kisses on soft skin． death was the maiden． a very strange agony． claimed by the supernatural． dreaming about your lover． sympathy for the devil． loving me to death． candlesticks lighting up the palm of your hand． a passion that wearies you． killing the one you love．

phantom of the opera． a single red rose laid out to be found． sensual voices singing them to sleep． a familiar shadow attending every recital． love waits on the rooftop in the night． two soulmates holding hands． walking down long corridors． retrieving something lost． devoting one’s craft to them． making them your muse． the horror was for love． painted faces on parade． gentle touches in the dark． revealing your darkest secrets． beauty and the beast． writing messages on the mirror． kindness conquers all． letting your lover go． love never dies．

jane eyre． loving the escape． an impassioned affair． being consumed by love． meeting your soulmate． lace and silk． thirsting for the perfect romance． marrying for passion． losing yourself in the face of your lover． wedding veils and bouquets of pink roses． maddened by love． finding warmth in the cold． calling out for your love． starting at the bottom． the fire cleanses all． hiding your passion． your love will destroy me / my love will destroy you．

the picture of dorian gray． painting a portrait or sketching the face of someone you love． meeting in secret． visions of your lover dying． clutching a lover’s clothes to your chest． love so consuming you kill them． protecting their innocence at all costs． betrayal． polyamory． devotion． flowers for the one you love． remembering the name of your first love． jealousy when you see them with someone else． love so consuming you die for it． visiting the the place where you saw them the first time．

the count of monte cristo． letters to your lover． marrying for love． these bars can’t keep me from you． motivated by love． an avenging angel． scorching jealousy． love reborn． devoted to memory． it was all for you． going your separate ways． commit murder for me． an unstoppable hunger． death comes for us all． the strongest love eventually grows apart．

dracula． the holiest love． girls love wolves． the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb． violence is passion． red lips, sharp teeth． love letters in a diary． unrelenting support． getting lost in the woods． coming home to you． walking backwards into hell． vengeance for my love． even death won’t stop me． we can live forever． love is an open wound． too much love to give． bestowing your favour． a never-ending thirst． beauty even in death． ravenous desire． if only death had a heart to give． a mercy killing． these violent delights have violent ends．

frankenstein． childhood friends to lovers． they were something out of a dream． arranged marriages． learning to love． was it all really worth it? our guilt can know no bounds． vengeance, my love． dismembered body parts． my beating heart in your open palm． your death destroys me． adam and eve． crossing the mountains． an antagonist in mourning． paradise lost． the loss of innocence． abandoning your dream． the tempest on the horizon． humans are the real monsters． my love is wiser than my hate．

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death tw + still accepting this meme!

“NO!!!” Hawk launches himself towards the mage, his scream of rage tearing his throat, searing his beak. He shifts himself back to his human form to catch the sinking form, scooping the figure into his arms. Blond hair tickles his shoulder as he takes a step back, then another, before he turns and flaps off the ground.

He doesn’t get far. He’s brought down by the threat of arrows, he cannot fall with them in his arms (they won’t survive hitting the ground like that). He crouches behind what cover he can find, wraps his wings around them. 

He finally gets a good look at their face. It’s twisted in pain, fear, other things he’d rather not name. 

"If you will Janaff, perhaps we can trade a few dances from our homeland?"

Reyson pushes a pair of glasses onto Janaff's face with a smirk. "Who knew it could be so easy to blind our King's Eyes?" He laughs, donning his own set as well. The frames are a bit too large, nearly falling down the bridge of his nose. "Should we send a photo back home? I'm sure it'd put a smile on Tibarn's face."

"Hey- rude!"

Janaff blinks behind the dark lenses, slightly unnerved by how well they block out the ballroom. Instead of showing that, he plays up outrage, squawking as he reaches out to place a hand on the heron’s shoulder. 

“Let’s do that! Maybe he’d even write us back,” he adds with a laugh. He pushes the glasses back up on his face, presses himself against Reyson, and tries to look cool. 

"Might as well make use of these silly beorc inventions, huh?"

"I think they make me look quite intimidating, in fact," Janaff jokes as he puts on a pair. "I think they're better than some of the other options on the table."

With a slight shudder, he recalls the cat-ear headband and his brush with them.

He gets close to Ike (though he has to stand on his tiptoes to be level with him), and tries to look as tough as he can manage.

SNAP!

He gently lays a wing across Petra's shoulders as she gets close for the picture, tilts his head with a smile-

-and giggles.

The joke was awful, for sure. Just his sense of humor, in fact. He can't fight the giggle for long, and leans forward, his laugh more like the shriek of a bird.

"Oh, that's a good one-"

SNAP!

"That's an idea! What should we try to spell?"

Janaff taps his lips, scrambling for something to spell. His eyes catch the funny glasses on the table, and his wings flutter with the idea.

"Let's do the year! One-one-eight-zero! We can use two hands for the eight, and a blank space for the zero." Not his best idea, but an idea nonetheless. The two press together, Janaff arching his wings above Constance to let her get close, then...

ophelia's quick with the action, easily closing her arms around janaff and— with ease— lifting him up for the picture. she laughs, looking up at him with a teasing grin; all in light hearted fun! he's too easy to pick up!

The offer was quick, easy. Ophelia's a natural at improv, he knew this, but he admires how quickly they become comfortable in front of the box. He looks through the props on the table, jokingly holding up a cat-ear headband for a moment.

He puts it down quickly when he realizes Ophelia will absolutely make him wear the cat ears.

"Alright, kid. Do you have a-"

She wraps her arms around his waist, easily lifts him into the air. He in turn places his hands on her shoulders, a soft chuckle breaking into a full, cawing laugh. He flares his wings a touch to help with balance, and-

SNAP!

He shakes himself off when he's on the ground, gives her a quick hug afterwards.

"That was good, kid, I can't wait-"

SNAP!

Janaff pauses, glances over at the projectionist.

"The hug was sweet too," she laughs. "It's not staged. I love it." She hands the two of them the pictures, and Janaff for once thought he looked purely happy.

Janaff tilted his head to listen to the soft-spoken student.

"Yeah, we can get a picture, if you'd be alright with that." He offered his arm with a smile to lead her to the strange boxes. He hesitated, however, seeing her falter. 

They’d asked him for a first and last name. Janaff only had one to give them. They’d insisted they couldn’t just put a J on it, it had to be unique, there had to be some way to refer to him... 

He’d asked if it could just be where he was from. They’d refused that too, unless it was a title... He’d cursed them up and down before hitting on a better idea. 

“Can you make it a symbol instead?” 

They’d looked confused, but said they’d do their best. He’d sketched a simple hawk silhouette on the paper in front of him.

“Can you do that?” 

The card in his pocket was empty, but the top corner was proudly stamped, in brilliant red, with a small hawk flying off into the sky, to mark who kept it. 

{Janaff has arrived!}

Janaff’s ball outfit

Engagements below the cut! 

Janaff’s ball outfit! He took Ophelia’s suggestion and has shown up in a green jacket and pants, white shirt, and a darker green tie. His hair has been released from the bun he normally wears it in, and is instead in a classy sort of ponytail held up by a simple silver clasp that definitely doesn’t belong to him.