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❝ what are you doing? ❞
@malascion liked for a thing
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grudgesheld is quite literally one of the kindest and most adorable souls I’ve ever met and I would die for them with zero complaining because ??? He gives so much love and light to this rpc and we don’t deserve him at all ♥️
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@grudgesheld absolute truth!!!!!!!!!!! not a single exaggeration in sight!!!!!!!!!! elliott is so incredibly kind and welcoming it is impossible to not have a good time w/ him on the dash!!!!! also they are fantastic at writing & always have the best ideas for ways to get muses interacting and im obsessed w/ how creative he is!!!!!!!!
@malascion said — it is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. - fenrys
it is a mercy to be glancing towards the forest beyond them and not at her then. there are many things that he is, not a single one of them being ashamed to have his queen see the way that his gaze turns dull and distant by its own volition as her words strike. still, he doesn’t want to live in those memories. not the blood pooling at his knees, the warmth of it still scorching; not her screams, each of them echoed in that room over and over only for him to stand frozen and unmoving by that bitch and her torturer’s order. it’s harder than he wants to admit, dry swallow scratching at his throat, the discomfort no less familiar. “it was almost easy to forget, after a while. how awful it was. and then it happened again, and i remembered—” she is the only one who knows, just as he is the only one who knows. the horrors they suffered are not a secret, but nobody will know the extent. nobody will know how many of her cries he counted for those cursed months until eventually, the number was too high for him to keep going. he still can’t keep track of how many of them were real, if more of them weren’t, or if… if. there were too many ifs.
he never stood a chance of protecting her in maeve’s clutches. he never stood a chance of saving his brother. those are things he knows without a doubt. a shake of his head, it’s all he can do to clear away the thoughts. THINGS HE WOULD NEVER SHAKE. as if the knowledge didn’t taste like bile in his throat ever second, didn’t taste like the copper of his own family’s blood as it invaded all of his senses. at least he’d been able to cry afterwards, at least maeve hadn’t taken that too. “never again.” he would never let anyone take that from him again, and he knew she would never do something like that to him. she was his true queen, and she knew. they both knew. the blood oath was not the only thing that would keep them bound together.
❝ you seem to be a little lost. ❞
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❝ i’m sorry-- i don’t think i actually caught your name? ❞
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she settles down on the sofa with aelin, and hardly a breath passes before gwyn rests her head across her lap. “i would like for formerlly apologize for using some of your oils in the shower, but now i smell as delicious as you, so i’m not even a little bit sorry.” or rather, now she has the memory of aelin on her skin.
@malascion said — ‘ I have never known such a wondrous thing in all my life as you . ‘ - sam
there is something so devoid of humor about this moment. the serenity of the forest around them, magic thrumming through every inch of the land they call home, and the one person who could possibly make everything better sitting beside him, looking at him as if he’s the one meant to change the world. he can’t help but laugh anyways, the breeze carrying the soft sound away with fallen leaves. up into the air, far from mortal hands and their corruption. part of him wishes it would carry him away from this life, though a bigger one would not risk losing another moment with her. “you’re best friends with the little folk, you have a thousand plans for when you get the crown, and i’m the wondrous one?” it’s not hard to let himself fall into these moments, lying in the grass beside her, arms underneath his head. his eyes sparkle with mirth as he glances up at her, teasing grin pulling at his lips.
a few weeks ago, he would have been horrified to be doing this with anyone, let alone with her. the ease with which he speaks to her, how casual they had become, it shouldn’t have been. this was not his life — he was a killer, protege of the king of assassins, and she was everything that breathed life into a brighter future for terrasen. now he can’t imagine it being any different, nothing but affection in his tone as he speaks. “you didn’t hit your head while i wasn’t looking, did you? i’d hate to have to explain why you’re suddenly not making sense to anyone.” it’s too intimate, too good to be true, and he knows it’ll come to an end soon enough. he’ll have to either go back and accept he’s failed at the one mission which would free him, or he’ll have to give his truth and break the fragile trust they’ve built. whatever may come, he doesn’t want to face it yet. he’ll remain sam, the orphan serving under the employ of king orlon, for as long as he can. with the princess who has stolen his heart when he was meant to steal her life. it seemed that life’s cruelty knew no end.
𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙴𝙽𝙰 . @malascion ( cont. )
the princess of eyllwe laid across an assassin’s bed - of course, now the job was a bit more reputable with the king’s stamp of approval, which wasn’t much when it came to morality. but it was what had to be done, at least until she could be free. and if he ever even … realized, she shook her head. no. she wouldn’t let that thought linger for even a moment. “ you’re going to regret that, “ back to the princess, celeana finally shakes the ribbon free with a contented sigh, “ when i ask for your dessert.”
it wasn’t it. and the seriousness lingering on her friend’s face means she knows it too. smile growing tentative, she stops just infront of it. elentiya; spirit that cannot be broken. she believes in it, whatever sort of goodness lies buried in celeana’s chest, forgotten. “ trust i know what i’m doing, “ even if she didn’t. even if she was holding on to some semblance of morality after selling her mortal soul to the devil. “ please.”
it’s almost unnatural how quickly this affection sparked inside of nehemia. the smiles come too easily in the presence of her friend, that warmth a temporary reprieve from the fear and doubt that always lingered. she shakes her head, fingers twirling a lock of her own hair in thought. “perhaps i was too hasty with my statement. for the dessert, you’ll have to fight me.” though she would give anything for her elentiya, if only asked. the strength that ran through her veins was iron, as sure and unbendable as her belief that one day her people would know freedom again.
too many words remain unsaid between them. nehemia is not sure they’ll ever come to light, that the assassin will ever be able to handle hearing them. it is too easy to pretend that they were strangers brought together by circumstance, but nehemia feels as if she has known elentiya her entire life. it is that resounding familiarity that continues to push her too, and with a grace so in-tune with her, nehemia sits up on the bed, silk sheets shifting underneath her. her eyes hold warmth, that unshakable faith pressed to every loving word she gives. “i do trust you, elentiya. never doubt that.” a breath, hand reaching out to take her companion’s and squeeze. “but i worry for what will become of you, with the burdens you choose to carry alone.”
