#malaflamed

@malaflamed​ said :   “  i  could  keep  you  safe.  they’re  all  afraid  of  me.   ”   for cleo   //   hero and villain starters.

      “ do you ever think... “   she had to find the words, the right way to form the sentences as she chewed on her bottom lip. thoughts formed as her eyes narrowed, fingers picking at a loose thread on the shirt she wore, an absentminded habit she’d picked up throughout the years.    “ ...the doors that you told us about as children, the ones from the stories. do you think they will ever open again? “    she knew the stories, had heard them from her mother, from her father and from others in their family, but the curiosity was there in the back of her mind. what would happen if they opened again? was it even possible?     “ would it be possible? without a key? “

       Aelin was half right ; Adrian wasn’t drunk, but the hangover that pounded relentlessly inside his head reminded him that he was not so long ago. The light of the setting sun filtered through the window that he’d forgotten to shut entirely, letting him know that he’d already slept too late. With a deep breath, he fixed his bloodshot eyes on the blonde, bringing her aura into the full view. She was annoyed, but then again, who wasn’t annoyed with Adrian Ivashkov lately ? 

❝ So then you’re a spirit, ❞ he answered himself, seemingly ignoring Aelin’s little lecture. Though his initial question had been brought on by the effects of spirit that continually ate at his sanity like acid –– now he was just having fun with her.  ❝ Here, but not really. Present –– but already so far gone. ❞  Okay, so maybe some of his rambling was still spirit induced, he thought to himself.

@malaflamed​ | liked for an Orion starter

Orion was watching the blonde as she helped trained the new trainee’s for the Valkyries. As the training ended the second son of the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on to approach. “You’re really good with them, more patient than some of the teachers Aunt Nestas has had for them.”

          “CAREFUL, SARDOTHIEN, I can just easily send you back where you came from.” Zoya can’t, not really, not with Nikolai counting on her to fulfill this mission, not with so much hinging on this girl’s ability to find and persuade Alina Starkov. But Celaena doesn’t know that, and perhaps it irks Zoya that she’s being told to shut up by some upstart assassin who she’s had to drag out from the dank bowels of Endovier. “I was getting there but then you started retching.” The General crinkles her nose and pretends to brush off invisible lint from the rich fabric of her kefta. After a moment, she proceeds with her explanation.

         “Alina really did kill him,” let there be no confusion regarding that, Zoya thinks, who’s grown quite protective of the Sun Summoner and her reputation over the years. “But the bastard refuses to stay dead. We caught him, and he subsequently escaped. And now all of our grisha are deployed to help bring him back, and the Triumvirate has to ensure that no Fjerdan or Shu or Kerch spy will ever find out that he’s out there, before all our flimsy democratic relations with our neighbors are... well, ruined.”