#feylore

Fairies, fey? We are mischievous. 🥴

this archeron sister reminds her so much of emilia that her heart aches with a dull pain.   the weight of grief is never far from the high lady of dawn,   it’s always there;    sometimes a heavy fog,   other times light as mist,   but ever present.    cleiona isn’t even sure what it is about elain that reminds her so much of emilia,   perhaps a shared softness,   a kindness in spite of everything the world had given them.   perhaps also the shared loss of a loved one,   although the guard emilia had loved was killed and not merely alive and yet unreachable.   perhaps in some ways elain’s situation is worse,   having to live knowing that the one to whom she had given her heart had spurned it and her.   the high lady’s teal eyes are soft as she takes a seat next to elain,   offering her a warm cup of tea.   “   what do you mean by that?   ”

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That was, nearly enough to completely shut him up. He’s paused momentarily to allow himself to move towards her, closing distance when she tugs him closer. Mischief plays on his lips in the form of a partial grin. “ I know what you’re doing.” He starts, leaning down enough to cup her cheek with his right hand and push forward, resting a single knee against the side of the bed to position himself above her.  “ You’re just trying to shut me up.”

finally, finally, the torture ends and aramis brings himself to the queen’s chair quickly (too quickly) but the king is too busy looking somewhere else to notice. “your majesty, may i escort you to your quarters?”

        ❛  i  don’t  ---    ❜  blaise  quickly  shook  his  head  when  daphne  gave  him  that  look  and  reached  her  hand  out  to  him.  he  realized  he  should  be  the  one  to  ask  her  to  dance.  it  was  what  all  the  other  boys  were  doing,  especially  with  their  dates.  yet  there  he  sat  at  one  of  the  tables,  elbows  resting  on  his  knees  as  he  looked  up  at  the  blonde  female  with  half  a  grin  on  his  lips.  breaking  their  eye  contact,  the  male’s  dark  gaze  scanned  the  room,  finding  professor  moody’s  gaze  and  it  penetrated  him,  prompting  him  to  stand  up  and  clear  his  throat,  looking  back  at  daphne  with  a  soft,  slightly  nervous  chuckle.  ❛  fine,  yes,  ❜  he  said,  taking  her  hand  in  his  and  leading  her  out  to  the  dance  floor.  blaise  was  not  a  good  dancer,  at  least  he  didn’t  think  so,  however  as  he  let  the  music  really  reach  his  ears  and  mind  while  looking  at  everyone  else,  it  seemed  to  come  more  naturally.  after  fixing  his  tie  slightly,  he  wrapped  an  arm  around  daphne’s  waist,  leading  her  through  the  room,  trying  to  not  bump  into  anyone  else  --  especially  when  he  shifted  hands  to  lifted  her  up  into  the  air,  spinning  around  with  his  eyes  widening.  maybe  he  wasn’t  so  bad  after  all. 

harry pressed forward and just like that, the moment shattered. jane moved as if to pull back and he could taste the stuttered apology on her lips before she could even string the words into a sentence. harry wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her against him as he pressed his lips back against hers in a kiss that threatened to devour. harry’s lips tugged upwards into a wide grin as he kissed her, triumphant and eager, he held her close and dragged his tongue over her lower lip to make her gasp.

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