#writtenvow

despite her efforts to sleep, adora remains just as awake, lying in bed with her eyes glued to the ceiling. she can’t stop worrying about catra     a foolish thing, perhaps. after all, the bright moon castle had to be the safest place she ever stayed at. no one would try to hurt her, not to mention the accommodations were quite nice.

and yet, that wasn’t why adora worried. she remembered her own first night in the castle chambers     despite having a comfy bed all to herself, she couldn’t get herself to relax, instead feeling perpetually stressed in such a quiet, lonely environment.

she and catra haven’t slept in the same room in a very long time. maybe the other had gotten over night troubles entirely during their time apart. but adora knows her mind won’t let her rest until she’s completely sure catra’s okay.

with a sigh, she pushes herself off the bed and exits her room. her feet are bare, steps quiet to risk waking up the other residents. after an awkward interaction with one of the guards, who worried something had happened to get adora out of bed, she finally reaches the room catra’s staying in.

It was an unspoken arrangement: Don’t attack me. I won’t attack you.

For the most part, it tended to work, although with the passing weeks Catra found herself venturing more boldly into enemy territory. It offered a break from the Force Captain stuff- stuff which, to Catra’s dismay, had turned out to be a lot more of a challenge than wearing a badge and barking orders. Shadow Weaver had always made it look relatively easy, and with the knowledge that Shadow Weaver played a key role in the orientation for new captains, Catra had avoided the entire training program. In hindsight, that decision had been the first of many that were questionable, but Catra wasn’t going to admit it.

Part of Catra enjoyed the mixture of shock her presence incited as she snuck closer and closer with each meeting to where Adora had made her new home. This time, Catra had made a game of it; see how close to the castle you can get without being seen.

Turned out, people in Brightmoon weren’t the most observant.

Mis-matched eyes squinted through stained glass, trying to make sense of what was on the other side. Boldly, Catra pushed through, hopping neatly down into the room before casting a nonchalant gaze around and perching a hand on her hip.

“So this is where you hide out, huh?” She remarked with an appraising glance about the room. Seas of pillows. Ornate objects that seemingly had no purpose, tall ceilings, some bed-like mass that smelled of perfume and feathers. Catra tilted her head as she strolled over to the small waterfall, tail flicking languidly as she moved.

“What’s that?”

Ron had rarely been the direct subject of rumors. The swirled more often around Harry, and occasionally Hermione. He had much more experience playing the dutiful and sympathetic friend who reassured them that all the talk going around was silly. “I dunno ‘Mione, I just--don’t you think it’s a bit arsed that even the Prophet would care what we’re doing?” He asked. Perhaps he’d spent too long at the center of the conflict with Voldemort. He now saw conspiracies around every corner.

Ron frowned as she pulled away from him, locked him out with the book. A huff of irritation escaped his lips and he shook his head. “Bugger that, I don’t care about anyone else,” he insisted. Although part of him did worry how Lavender might take the news that he’d moved on. 

@writtenvow​ said:  ❝  some  like  to  imagine  the  dark  caress  of  someone  else. ❞ - seiya

              ( hozier lyric meme / accepting! )

Strutting her way into Bright Moon was probably one of the funnest things she has done in a long time. Everyone was shocked to see the former Force Captain walking into Bright Moon like she owned the place but sadly no one could do much. The Queen of the Magicats had contacted Angella about re-joining the war now that their princess had been found after so many years of being missing, Catra was given moderately free reign to walk around and do as she pleased before the official meeting. Catra just to happened to have bumped into Glimmer during her confident stroll around the castle.

She closes the envelope with the crest of her family’s heraldic. Navy blue and gold patterns cherish the white fabric of said envelope. She hands the letter towards one of her most trusted escorts, if his life depended on being caught with said piece of information, he would gladly die by sword or hand in order to protect the knight’s true form. “Violent delights have violent ends” she whispers to herself as soon as the burly man leaves his post towards the kingdom under the seas, home of Poseidon and its acolytes, Neptune.

The keeper of the oceans and it’s deadly power, mistress of the sea, bewitching damsel that steals her night’s sleep and makes her daydreaming of her caresses, sweet lips that she had tasted before. How could a pair of lips seal her faith in such a cruel manner?

Haruka reaches the balcony of her room, opening both doors with one hand. She marvels her emerald eyes on the enriching view of her own home. For some, a desolated land for other’s the home of the bravest warriors in all the Silver Millennium. All in service for her majesty, Queen Serenity of The Moon kingdom.

The invitation for the crowning princess presentation had arrived a couple weeks ago, in it’s contents a small list of the attendants and their plus one. The inner princesses and the outer princesses would collide for the first time in centuries. It would be quite the reunion, for they had never met before this moment. Or at least that’s what they knew.

The princess of the wind kingdom didn’t like the title that had been given to her at birth, she rather sported the one she had obtained by battling thousands of fearsome warriors across the solar system. She who had been blesses by Boreas, Eurus, Notus and Zephyrus. Her people addressed her in proper title, The White knight of Skeiron.

…Was enraptured by the Daughter of the seas. The Princess of Neptune.

And their rendezvous? …The Masquerade.