#coriane

Cal would sometimes be jealous of Maven for actually having a mother, and it was one of the reasons he never let himself fully resent Elara before the betrayal or believed the rumors about her bc he believed they loved each other and he couldn't take that away from him

“The diary ended unfinished, unseen by any who deserved to read it. Only Elara saw its pages, and the slow unravelling of the woman inside. She destroyed the book like she destroyed Coriane. And she dreamed of nothing.”

AH! I’m totally going to give away a secret project that I’m working on, but in it Mare and Coriane meet! (((((; It’s going to be an interesting fic, it’s an all hands on deck situation, and by all hands, I mean ALL hands (dead and alive *insert Rihanna winky face gif here*)

He [the prince] asked her to call him Tibe after a few weeks. A family nickname, used among the royals and a precious few friends. “All right, then,” Coriane said, agreeing to his request.” “Saying ‘Your Highness’ was getting to be a bit of a pain.” They first met by chance, on the massive bridge that spanned the Capital River, connecting both sides of Archeon. A marvelous structure of twisted steel and trussed iron, supporting three levels of roadway, plazas, and commercial squares. Coriane was not so dazzled by silk shops or the stylish eateries jutting out over the water, but more interested in the bridge itself, its construction. She tried to fathom how many tons of metal were beneath her feet, her mind a flurry of equations. At first, she didn’t notice the Sentinels walking toward her, nor the prince they followed.

The Forgotten Nortan Queen

Conrad demorou certo tempo para selecionar os poucos poemas para a sonserina. Ele não soube muito bem o porquê de estar se dando ao trabalho de fazer tudo aquilo, apenas sabia que uma parte de si se sentia extremamente grata pelo que ocorrera na noite anterior. Eu preciso ao menos tentar fazê-la acreditar que o amor existe. E aqueles poemas eram a retribuição que o grifino decidira dar à Coriane por ela tê-lo ajudado a se libertar de amarras invisíveis. Sem nomes ou identificações. Fora o que ele decidira fazer. Em um envelope pardo, colocou a lista dos poemas, seus respectivos autores e uma impressão de cada um. Ela não teria outra alternativa a não ser ler. Com letras garrafais escreveu “Para Coriane” e deixou o envelope por cima de anotações e livros que a garota deixara na mesa da biblioteca ao sair para procurar alguma outra coisa por entre o labirinto das estantes e prateleiras.