#kulningled

[     emily  the  wise  they’ve  begun  to  call  her.     a  reputation  that  becomes  her  naught  for  the  inner  circle  &  royal  court  that  helped  to  raise  &  teach  her.    naivety  has  never  preceded  her;    a  child  watched  her  mother  die  at  far  too  young  a  age.    only  a  WISE  assassin  can  get  rid  of  their  targets  without  KILLING  them.    ]         is  it  wrong  to  assume  someone  of  noble  blood  has  danced  at  balls  &  parties  numerous  times,   has  seen  all  the  social  aspects  of  royalty  &  nobility?      not  particularly.    emily’s  conversation  about  parties  &  the  her  normality  at  them  touches  the  truth  that  elsa  has  endured.    there’s  a  pause  when  emily  reaches  up  to  take  her  too  tight  bun  out  of  her  hair,   let  dark  locks  flow  freely  around  her  shoulders.     EMILY  THE  WISE  ascertains  between  elsa’s  demeanor  &  now  the  statement  just  given  to  her  that  something  was  amiss  with  her  royal  childhood.    she  doesn’t  address  it,    will  never  personally  address  it  until  elsa  does  first;    but  the  assumption  was  there  in  her  pause  before  emily  moves  again,   taking  off  her  long  coat  to  drape  over  a  chair.     she’s  making  herself  comfortable  in  a  home  that  is  both  hers  &  not  quite  hers.    she’s  never  been  to  arendelle  before,   the  beginning  of  tyvia,   a  land  soaking  in  sunlight  &  hope  to  carry  forward  into  the  north’s  cold  tundra  &  dark  ore  mines.    the  lord  protector  is  standing  tall  at  dunwall,   watching  over  an  empire  momentarily  while  emily  embarked  on  an  adventure  disguised  as  business  as  always.    traveled  here  by  carriage,  by  foot,   by  magic  without  a  companion  to  SLOW  HER  DOWN.    the  empire  thrives  again  because  there  is  truly  nothing  that  emily  can’t  achieve  by  herself;    the  scarf  around  her  neck  the  telling  tale  of  how  she’s  never  really  recognized.  

@kulningled​ sent   :   “you have no right to talk to me that way!”

FURY SPARKED IN HER STOMACH at such words, skirts wrapping around her legs as she spun to face her sister. Hands clawed into fists at her midsection, her eyes flashed with the grief and anger that had plagued her for the entire year she believed Elsa gone. Her coronation had been a rushed affair, needing someone official in charge to try and begin putting their kingdom back together. The chaos of it all had followed her in the year hence, had made resting at the end of each day tense and difficult.

“I have every right!” she fired back, pale skin flaring up with colour against her dark mourning clothes. It had felt inappropriate to return to the brightness of the before, and so Runa remained in the black that marked her loss. But it wasn’t just her loss, not just their family’s loss. It was a loss claimed by the kingdom, something they had to share as royals. “You left me. You died. I lost my sister, my twin. You don’t know what that feels like, Elsa.”

The person she had entered this world with, having been cocooned together for months, had been gone. Dead. Taken. As well as the very reality of Arendelle being destroyed, her inner understanding of herself as one of a pair had been shaken. Who was she without her twin? She felt ten years older than her elder sister, having spent that time without her, mourning her, grieving for her. And now she returned, as if none of it had happened?

( * dark matter starters | @kulningled​ )

‘ don’t touch me! ’

     HER HANDS WITHDREW like she had touch something scalding, & truly, she felt burned. with her hands returned to her sides, zelda took several steps away, doing her best to return the space that she had accidentally encroached upon. 

     ❝ m–––– my apologies. ❞

     NORMALLY, ZELDA WAS much more conservative with her touch, but something within her resonated with elsa, something she couldn’t name. it was a humming underneath her skin, trying to send a message that she had yet to understand.

     SHE HAD MADE the assumption that elsa had felt similarly ( after all, there had to be something for her to resonate with ), but perhaps she had jumped to conclusions. &, even if she had been correct, certainly that was no reason not to keep her hands to herself––––  no matter what discovery had led to such a moment of excitement.

     ❝ would you...like to continue? ❞

     THEY HAD BEEN learning much about the opposite sides of their border, much to zelda’s fascination, but she wouldn’t force her back into it. the decision was entirely up to her.

‘ why does everyone look at me.....like that ?? ’ 

he gets strange looks from the people  ,  he’s not sure if it’s because he calls her by name  ( is that disrespectful ??  )  ,  or if it’s simply his  presence  ,  but he feels like he doesn’t belong here  ,  bordering on  unwelcome  . 

‘ i wonder if it’s ‘cause of my clothes. ’ 

well--------it turned out to be that the hawkins lab case was much more complicated than she thought. alana had no idea what the hell she had gotten herself wrapped up in, but it was something much bigger than the bureau would have ever expected it to be. so she ended up staying and had no immediate plans of leaving. she got her dogs transported to hawkins, and is renting a beautiful a beautiful home ( which in all reality, she would happily buy ). she feels content here, even among the chaos of this case. she could see herself settling down in hawkins when all of this was said and done.

alana decided she would take one of her huskies for a walk in the woods that were close to her home. it was her most rambunctious husky, summer. she was feeling restless from the move and having a hard time adjusting so she thought a walk might help, to become more familiar with the smells around. it was nearing nighttime but she wasn’t afraid. hawkins was a small enough town that if anything were to happen she could almost guarantee that a nosy neighbour would be peering outside and would help.

but to alana’s surprise, when she’s out walking, summer notices something---------someone sitting curled on the ground, looking absolutely terrified. she starts barking. alana immediately hushes her pooch, and slowly approaches the girl. she’s thin ( almost too thin, like, malnourished ) and gaunt, and her bright blue eyes almost pierced through her. she looked terrified. and was wearing a hospital gown.

‘ are you lost, sweetheart ? ’ the good doctor says, crouching down to her level, but not getting too lost. ‘ where are your parents ? ’

“  What warm unspoken secrets will we learn? “ // @kulningled​ // phantom starters // accepting

‘ patience. ’ the goddess smiles as she regards the young woman. though arendelle has offered a place of rest, of respite, a haven amongst a world with hearts turned cold toward the old gods, it is not in her nature to be passive. ‘ it will be some time before you uncover all there is to know about your powers. the spirits of this land and your place amongst them. ’

‘ i will help you. in this realm, and the others. you have my word. ’

Me, right beside you, also rattling a can: HANS HAS NO AUTHORITY TO RULE ARENDELLE. THE QUEEN CANNOT BE CHARGED WITH TREASON. THE QUEEN CANNOT BE CHARGED WITH TREASON!!!