#starsaught

☾⋆⁺₊✧ Although I have been quite busy and feeling unwell, I have been working on some gifts for some of my closest friends. Not too long ago, I posted and dedicated a song cover to three of my best friends. Today’s post is dedicated to @starsaught! Kairi, you are truly one of the kindest, most compassionate, and angelic people I have ever had the honour of meeting and befriending. Your kindness towards everyone is beyond inspiring; the world absolutely needs more people like you. I truly do not believe you have a single cruel aspect of your entire being. You absolutely bring light, happiness, and joy to everyone’s lives. Thank you for being one of the brightest lights in my life, one of the main reasons I continue striving to become the best version of myself, and especially, for being you. Thank you for always being a wonderful friend to me, for always remaining by my side, and seeing the good in me; even whenever I was undeserving of it all. I love and adore you immensely, my beautiful Starfire! I hope you like the gift! Please know you are not obligated to use it, of course! You are and always will be immensely loved, treasured, and appreciated. ♡ Please let me know if you are unable to properly save the file, and I will send it to you! Here is the credit for the template.

Context: I was excited to post sad Stolas later, and they were against it. Then I made a sad bird face, and SOMEBODY made a dick.

Unprompted / Always Accepting

He would recognize those hoots anywhere, even amidst a choir of them. The raven prince smiles, listening and reveling in the affections. He mimics her hoot before their shape and sound turns to his own soft call. He nips gently at the edge of her feathers. A soft and ghostly kiss is placed against her head, hand giving Octavia's a soft squeeze.

Cue him nearly choking on his iced tea.

These pants' allegations are gonna be the end of us — Kaksakakaoa. Adrenaline + a lifetime pent up emotional damage will do that to a demon, powerless or not! 🤣 I also actually theorize that desk is HEAVY AF considering the constant damages inside I.M.P. and Loona's temper.

BUT ALSO LISTEN, we can also assume he's WEAK without his powers. Fist fighting is just pure unfiltered strength and anger. HE wound up letting it go, literally, on Andre.

ㅤㅤㅤAt the sudden, fleeting, & firm contact against her leg, Stella’s feathers bristle & she starts; emerald orbs blink before snapping downward, just barely catching the sight of the little fledgling darting away. For a moment, she is… rather still, unsure of what just transpired —ㅤStella is still new to being a mother. Honestly? Sometimes she even forgets about little Octaviaㅤ( a new feeling: guilt, for what fault did the child have? But Stella doesn’t like to swell on this )ㅤas they had nannies for her; it’s rare for her to even see the child that often,

ㅤㅤㅤIn truth, she’s surprised that Octavia even wanted to come in contact with Stella; it fills her with a rather peculiar feeling, one she can’t place her talon on. Her grip tightens just ever so, taking care not to break the delicate wine glass; only the faintest tremor betrays her otherwise calm composure. The matriarch of the house exhales slowly, jaw working —ㅤsomeone was getting fired today, that’s for certain…  But she’s just only less mad than she’d thought she’d be; even at the giggles / gossip of her guests. As soon as her gaze flickers to them, their attention is magically & blissfully directed elsewhere.ㅤFoolish child, intrusive, a nuisance —ㅤStella takes a sip of her wine, straightening her posture back to perfection,

ㅤ[ … a cute little nuisance, though, she thinks, ]ㅤHer gaze follows Octavia’s poorly hidden form, just behind one of Stolas’s carnivorous plants, dark telltale feathers just barely peeking out from behind the oversized leaves. With rehearsed elegance, Stella places her glass down & excuses herself from the group of guests, detaching from the gathering. The buzz of conversation carries on without her as she glides across the room, her steps precise & deliberate. When she finally reaches her, she pauses; her shadow falling over Octavia’s poorly concealed hiding spot. At the sight of the child’s wide eyesㅤ( caught ! )ㅤStella hesitates; the instinctive reprimand rises in her throat, but it falters, beak pressing into a thin line,

It never arrives,

ㅤㅤㅤInstead, Stella awkwardly extends a hand, the motion stiff & uncertain, fingers twitching just ever so. Her gaze flicker briefly to the guests, who are thankfully still absorbed in their conversations, before returning to Octavia.ㅤ❛ Come, ❜ㅤshe says,ㅤ❛ This is no place for you, ❜ㅤTalons tighten slightly around her daughter’s smaller ones; her grip is uncertain, unfamiliar with such a gesture, such a motherly touch. She begins to guide Octavia toward the hall, her strides slow enough to match the girl’s shorter steps,

ㅤㅤㅤBefore they reach the door, the blasted nanny imp finally sweeps in with impeccable timing, her presence a relief Stella would never voice aloud, holding out her arms for Octavia. Stella hesitates for a moment, before releasing her hand with the same awkward stiffness, stepping back with a curt nod, the stony facade placed back; regal, poised & ready for anything,ㅤ❛ See that she stays out of sight; don’t let it happen again, ❜ㅤshe instructs curtly,

At the sound of a familiar voice, Phel stumbled before straightening up, halting the dance, and turning around to face the Princess at perfect servile attention and bowed his head. "Your Grace. I cannot excuse such a pitiful display I cannot- Pardon?" He finally caught what she was asking.