#ic laudna

Starter for @thelyss

Laudna had woken earlier than most of the group, and for the first time in a very long time she felt rested and energized. It was odd to not feel Deliah over her at every waking moment and now she felt for the first time since her death that she was free and herself. She could breathe. She should have expected Essek in the kitchen, she had planned on making breakfast as thank you but it seemed the drow had beaten her to the start of it all.

@synethesis​ asked:  “You don’t have to hide your tears from me.” from imogen to laudna

Laudna hadn’t wanted to cry in front of the group. They had all fought so hard to bring her back, had been in her memories and mind pulling Delilah away from her and she didn’t want to give them one more thing to worry about or for them to feel like she was ungrateful for what they had done, but being in Whitestone again had felt like descending into madness again.

It wasn’t until they were alone she realized just who Vex’ahlia was, and why the now lady of Whitestone had been so willing to help them bring her back. Her stomach lurched at the reminder. She had moved to be alone when everyone had started bedding down a the tree, where she had wanted to be. She wanted at least one good memory here. To have something to look back on with the sun tree that wasn’t violent and life altering.... life taking.

She should have known Imogen would have followed her. If she had peeked in Laudna’s head or not the lavender haired woman had learned to read her like an open book.

Laudna wiped at her face, smearing the tears making more of a mess of herself.

Ashton avoided Laudna’s eyes. Maybe they weren’t so similar after all because they really didn’t know how to be in someone else’s corner. “Does it matter how likely they are to be in your corner when you fucking need them?” He asked with a sheepish smile, half-joking, but the history behind the question hurt.

Ashton sighed deeply at that. “Yea–I don’t mind getting hit,” he admitted. They had no problem with looking like shit, feeling like shit, especially if someone else watched. “You do help though! You’ve got some magic that’s so fucking cool to watch. We’ve all got our things.” They felt comfortable in that, in separating out what everyone in the group was responsible for.

"That's when it matters the most." Laudna thought of Imogen, how often that the other sorceress had been in her corner and protected her when towns got shitty about her being mostly dead. She could see the hurt lingering under the surface with Ashton and suddenly the warlock wanted to hurt whoever made Ashton feel like this.

Anonymous asked: Laudna's a ten, but she doesn't give herself enough credit. send  [ THEY’RE A 10 BUT … ]  and finish it in my muse’s inbox.

Anonymous asked: Laudna, when your missions are all over, would you rather Delilah was gone than caged?

@cupcakesmuses​ asked: “They are like a swan on the dance floor. Graceful when still, but a waddling mess when on land.” (Royal ball starter sentences) - Alastaire to Laudna, he's a keen mixer