#duskdevoted

ANDRAS SAID: you look pretty enough to eat. @duskdevoted

the HIGH LORD let out a low chuckle as he rose from his place, once stoking the fire in his study. rhys' commanding figure filled the room, walking a few steps to face the male from the spring court. dressed in all black - his arms crossed over his muscled, broad chest and his expression was a mix of boredom and slight curiosity.

gwen speaks true , aelin would find herself digging herself into the ground if she attempted to prove that the woman was anything but. and yet the plaguing weight of what she needed to do presses down upon her shoulders , growing larger and heavier with each ticking second that passes. somewhere , how the whole different worlds thing worked , her world was evolving into chaos. erawan and maeve were inching closer to orynth. and as much as aelin held hope in the armies she called upon , the warriors aedion commanded — could they really outlast the onslaught ?

that reason alone is the cause for the unintended side eye glazed in gwen's direction. one aelin is quick to remedy when her forethought catches up to her actions. “   sorry.   ”

duskdivined asked: you know this will always be your home, right? from asterin @duskdevoted aka the thirteen will always be home i'm not fine ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐏𝐓 𝟏.

( lean ) : for SENDER to lean in until their breaths mingle. *coughs loudly* from chaol, @duskdevoted

" what in the hell are you doing out here? it's freezing. " dorian scolds his best friend, coming down the stone steps from the back of the castle. chaol had been out in the garden and another guard had let dorian know when the prince had looked around for him.

soft puffs of breath could be seen in the frosty, early night. the prince reached his friend finally after skipping down the last of the steps and onto the sidewalk. chaol looked as if he'd been out here for a bit; red cheeks and a pacing gait. " chaol . . what's wrong? " dorian tried to catch him by the cloak but was just out of his grasp. it was as if chaol was in another world, troubled by something dorian couldn't see or feel. why hadn't he come to him earlier? " hey . . " dorian repeated, finally grasping him by the shoulder and turning him toward. " you're clearly not okay . . " he trailed, his sapphire eyes searching chaol's face for some inkling or reason as to what was troubling him from sleep, keeping him out in this frosty garden.

nothing was said in the quiet of the night for some time, chaol's mouth open. dorian waited patiently, his heart beginning to pound in his chest. what could have happened that left chaol this speechless? " you know you can tell me anything, chaol. " he said softly, leaning in to wrap his arms around his friend. dorian squeezed him tightly, a hand rubbing down his back in comfort. when he finally pulled back, chaol didn't. dorian looked at the other male. his gaze raked over his face as chaol leaned in slowly. there was nothing to be heard in the garden, the silence echoing and filling dorian's ears with a ringing. he could feel chaol's breath on his lips - every soft puff of clouded air. was he going to kiss him? he had never once thought chaol, of all people, would kiss him. . . but dorian was the last person to break a moment. he leaned in less than a half an inch and pressed his full lips to chaol's in a ghost of a kiss.

ASK: lysandra @duskdevoted whispers out into the room, ' don't stop touching me like that. ' and of course, dorian has to oblige.

gwen > @duskdevoted <3

" sometimes you really talk like a fortune cookie, " brooke giggles, before looping her arm through gwen's. it's the first snow of the season and new york has never looked more magical, especially through the eyes of a woman who's lost count of how many dirty martinis she'd pretended to like that evening. but it's a grown up drink — a very new york brooke drink. if new york brooke liked alcoholic olives, that is, which she's decided she will eventually!

mary-jane is at rehearsal tonight and sometimes without the redheaded-bridge between them, brooke isn't quite sure what to say to gwen. she's poised in a way she's never quite experienced before — elegant and charming and oh-so-smart. if she was high school brooke, maybe she'd feel threatened. if she was high school brooke, she might never have given her a chance.

" fiiiine," brooke sighs over-dramatically, despite giving in almost instantly, " let's go get some dollar slices on the way to the next bar. " not that brooke thinks they're going to land at a next bar at this point. the draw of the warmth of her and mj's shared apartment sounds far more appealing.

julian > @duskdevoted <3

" but in like, a vegas way, right? " brooke's nose wrinkles, her head tilting to the side as she inspects the allegedly happy couple. " like, i didn't even think my parents were officially divorced. " the more you know, she guesses.

" i just never thought i'd see the day where my mom gets married to a magic mike dancer by an officiant dressed like elvis. " it's certainly a sentence she never thought she'd be saying aloud.

" i can't believe you didn't call me sooner. you guys got, like, all of it for the show, right? i'm gonna need you to make me my own personal copy. she's never living this one down, even though i'm sure she'll already be working on having this annulled by the end of the week. "