* / 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖊

❝  ⸻  god i wish that you had 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩, before i went and 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. .

a closed multimuse blog for warbornhq, as adored by lucy. 

ares dunne, kingsguard, vrajiit ( forcefield generation ) ―  intro

angelia costiniu, lady/soldier, vrajiit ( flight + sensory deprivation )  ―  intro

“i’d compare myself, but that would require me ever being in a committed relationship. or even being the product of one.” her mind flashed to her mother, safe and having travelled with other merchants in hopes of selling their wares. she was staying in the palace now, something sitara had insisted on even if she wasn’t close with the woman. “have you ever thought they may just tell you that to inflate that delicate ego of yours?” her question was punctuated with the a playful smirk, that mischievous glint in her eyes shining brightly. an expression that died when she realized the weight of her words and what they meant to him. sitara took a deep breath, guilt surfacing and threatening to show on her face. but she bit it back, and replied softly instead. “i know.” they were the only words she could really manage, not knowing whether to comfort him or just press onto another subject. sitara rarely, if ever, regretted her words to people, but she felt bad for pressing into a subject she knew far better than to. “because i’m good at it, and i can’t die easily.” she wasn’t sure what it would take, how far her body could heal, but sitara also had no intentions on figuring that out. she pushed a lot of limits, but when it came to battle she was only in the front because she knew she could do it. there wasn’t a chance, she was a deadly weapon honed for precisely that.

“not cocky? your ego is known well by most, ares. i’m just known as a bitch.” and her tone made it clear that she was perfectly fine with that. in fact, in most cases, she proved it to be true. her eyes meet his when he argues against the weight of her gesture, a swirling emotion she’s not quite sure how to identify thrumming through her chest. “perhaps not, but it’s not a hard gesture to make. it’s important to me to help ease your worries.” she said carefully, words meticulously picked because she honestly had no clue how to navigate her own feelings. emotions weren’t her forte, and feeling more than amusement or annoyance around ares had become too common for her to ignore at this point. “gods, being drunk sounds like heaven now.” she’d not realized how much her body required a break, her mind craving a moment of peace. something wine could offer, that and the company of her only friend. as they walked, sitara’s hand rested on the sword at her hip, her leather uniform lighter than most, and her sword specially crafted for her size. it was an odd habit she had, but she’d never sought fit to break it. “not getting caught seems more my area of expertise than yours.” she teased back easily. “i don’t need people gossiping about who warms my bed. you’re just nosy and want to know if you know any of them.” 

"don’t worry about it, you’ve still got plenty of time for that. i’d like to see that actually, you being in love with someone. i just know you’ll turn into one of those people that are impressed with flowers.” he teased, joking entirely. he couldn’t even make funn of her if she was considering if someone brought him flowers, he’d turn to a bucket of mush himself. he scoffs then, mouth showing teeth. “they could, but what would they really gain from it? are you saying i sleep with a bunch of liars?” the damage is already done, the conversation turning from playful teasing into sombre tones and him with his feeling a little hurt. but he takes a deep breath, reigning himself back in, and reminds himself that in all the ways that they are similar, they still have very different perspectives when it comes to life. so he inhales again and he lets it go, because it’s sitara and he can’t stand the thought of fighting with her. not over this, and especially not today. “thank god for that. i’m always a little more at ease thinking about you fighting due to that fact.” and while he doesn’t like anyone he cares about being in battle, he respects her enough not to interfere with what she chooses to do when it’s time to draw blades. 

          She just got the news about Crysala being taken by the Ottolans. The place where she grew up and called home for thirteen years was gone. Her family was safe and sound on the island they moved to, but losing Crysala hit her hard nevertheless. Neva wanted to check on Elise to see how was she doing after the attack since the two spent quite some time together during the attack and she cared fro that girl, but in her somewhat apathetic state and being lost in her own thoughts Neva lost track of which door lead to Elise’s chambers. She entered a room she thought was the right one, but she saw a man instead. And those were no private chambers. “Oh, I apologize for bothering you! It was not my intention, I was actually looking for someone. I’ll be leaving now,” she said apologetically and took a step back to leave the man alone, but she stopped in her tracks as her eyes fell on his features. She looked at him a bit puzzled. He… he seemed so familiar. “I…” she breathed taking a step closer, “Do I know you? I think I do… Wait… Ares?”

          She was just done being questioned and Neva was heading back to the ship when she noticed someone flying through the sky. For a moment she thought her mind was playing tricks on her and she was just seeing things, perhaps it was a bird, but, no, it was a person. Someone was flying around the castle and Neva knew only one who possessed the power of flight, and she instantly felt happy and relieved. She saw they were about to land and Neva ran towards them, approaching from the back. “Those are good news!” she said trying to hide her excitement, but failing miserably. It felt so good seeing Lia here and seeing she was alive and well. Neva was so happy, she could just launch at her and hug the girl as tightly as she could.

Cristo was exceptionally calm during his turn at the trials. Always the charmer, he even managed to get the court to chuckle a bit at his responses. Of course he took these attacks seriously, but what’s done is done and being grim about it wasn’t going to help speed things along to a proper solution. When it was over he lingered in the hallway, gazing out the window at the state of old town. He couldn’t help but wonder how well Danruba fared in comparison, even with him knowing they managed to hold of the enemy forces. When the other entered the room, he smirked. “I’d say it’s just as thick everywhere you go in these lands,” He complained, tugging at the neck of his shirt. “How your people manage to live in this heat with so many clothes on is beyond me.”

“very true. i can’t even enjoy my breakfast without people around me fretting.” she’d started asking for food brought to her room rather than goo out and confront the people most mornings. but she still did her part, comforting the others that looked to her for guidancce. she glanced over at the man, mouth curving up into a smirk then. “well, some of us will take down to the shore for a quick swim, though most of us are used to the temperament.” she’d always liked her home the most of all the regions she’s visited, though she’d be lying if she said she didn’t have a soft spot for crysala. “by all means though, take your shirt off if it’s to your liking. i doubt that anyone will complain.”

He doesn’t remember when was the last time he could feel the density of the air inside a room like at that moment, and yet Yunzhao didn’t feel discomfort as he waited for his own turn to be interrogated. He remains quiet and relaxed, leaning back against a wall, with his arms crossed and eyes shifting from one person to another, and maybe that’s why he’s not very surprised when he hears the voice directed at him. He looks at Lady Ambrosia, offering a small smile when he bows his head politely and speaks with a soft voice, “Not yet. I don’t dread the process, I have nothing to hide. May I ask you the same question, Lady?”

open  to  :  anyone

where :  irna  keep​

         IT  HAD  BEEN  A  LONG  while  since  victaria  had  walked  the  steps  of  the  keep,  and  even  longer  since  they  had  wished  to.  foolish  as  it  was,  they  had  hoped  to  never  come  from  their  sprawling  mountain  home  to  be  subjected  to  live  in  the  dungeons,  yet  again  tangled  in  the  schemes  of  who  they  had  once  called  their  brother  in  law.  “  i  can  hear  you.  ”  still  largely  motionless, their  cerulean  gaze  flicked  over  to  the  person  that  had  happened  upon  them  in  their  musings.  their  expression  was  one  of  expectancy   ⸻  for  them  to  either  move  along,  or  gawk.

A SIGH ON PALE LIPS WHERE TRACES OF DEATHLIKE FROST WOULD LINGER, zixuan’s figure so much clashing in his whites amongst desolation but still not shying away from easing himself into better spots to see and remain in proximity of floating vrajiit –whatever data they’d collect, he knew it could be a gamechanger in such dire times, and with crysala fallen all possible stakes were rising higher and higher in dangerousness and importance much to one’s confusion. 

“ kingsguard, most likely. if you find ares, he is going to give you a heads up in case of further updates, so try to look for him. ” counting on ares was perhaps a hazard, but he’d rather trust a friend than any other follower of a king gone as mad as malsovian ruledom with their religious chants scrunching up shadowsinger’s nose in reminder of annoyance. plus, there was also the fact that he had no news of his brother, which was clearly bothering him to no end … “ it’s a bait - and - switch tactic. i am not positive of the fact they might use it once more, since we now know how they moved, so they’re probably going to switch to something else in order to catch us again off guard, and we must prevent that. ”

         VICTARIA  RESISTED  THE  URGE  TO  laugh,  gracing  the  other  with  an  amused  smile.  they  reminded  them  of  how  they’d  been  when  they’d  arrived  in  court  all  of  those  years  ago.  it  gave  them  a  sense  of  nostalgia.  where  victaria  once  would’ve soothed  angelia,  offered  the  comfort  of  a  listening  ear  and  an  apology,  the  vampire  simply  stared.  “  a  war  i  didn’t  fight  in  ?  ”  they  echoed,  not  able  to  keep  the  amusement  out  of  their  tone.  “  it  is  not  wise  to  speak  on  things  that  you  are  not  certain  of.   it  is  a  simple  military  tactic,  one  the  king’s  own  armies  employ.  or  is  it  different  when  it  used  against  other  people  ?  ”  victaria  had  certainly  thought  so  once  upon  a  time.  

Everything felt nauseously strained. The people, the air – even the very stone beneath his feet bore unspeakable weight. A sort of burden that hardly discriminated from the most prestigious to the most obscure of names. 

It’s been a considerable amount of time since his turn had passed, and yet the nerves remained. Not overbearingly so, but just enough to prove as a moderate distraction. And though he walked with open eyes, it seemed Luc still wasn’t seeing clearly. Startled by the sudden appearance, his steps came to a sharp halt. “Huh?” Incredibly intelligent of you, Luc. “Oh, yes, thick enough to be sliced with a dull blade, really.”

lena looked to the king’s sister with amusement , a most beautiful woman and a darling of the court. she was fond of her , despite their differences , despite the bad taste which the dragola name left in her mouth. “ do they bore you , my lady? ” she asked with a smirk , watching her with the sharp eyes so many remarked upon. “ a necessary evil or we may never find the rat in our midst. ” she commented ,  though she was that very rat. one of them at least. “ we both know your brother to be a just man , he will rain down whatever punishment is necessary , and rightly so. ”

"they do. i have many things i’d rather be doing than sitting in that room.” but appearances meant everything to rose, and the idea of people talking about her in a negative light all because she wasn’t at the trials was something she had no interest in. “a necessary evil that could have been done in the dungeons, one by one so that all the idiots don’t get to form their own opinions on the testimonies.” not to mention that she wouldn’t be forced to testify in front of everyone as if she weren’t the sister of the king. “good. it’s what they deserve after causing such a mess.”

         FOR  THE  FIRST  TIME  SINCE  their  conversation  had  started,  victaria  fully  turned  to  face  ambrosia,  a  hint  of  confused  annoyance  twisting  their  features.  “  i  would  presume  that  he  would  not  care,  and  i  am  no  threat  to  her.  ”  it  hadn’t  been  the  first  response  that  had  come  to  mind,  but  it  had  been  many  years  passed  since  they  had  thought  of  tharon  with  any  hint  of  fondness.  the  same  couldn’t  be  said  for  their  daughter,  however,  long  ago  victaria  had  done  what  they  felt  was  best  for  her  and  had  never  regretted  that  decision.  had  they  still  been  mortal,  they  likely  wouldn’t  have  picked  up  on  ambrosia’s  expression,  yet  there  was a  sick  sense  of  satisfaction  that  brought  a  hint  of  a  smile  to  their  face  that  remained  even  at  the  next  mention  of  their  daughter.  “  to  live  in  misery  and  embarrassment  ?  ”  never.  “  to  endure  the  whispers  and  jeers  ?  the  slights  taken  against  my  child  and  myself  ?  how  easy  it  is  for  you  to  suggest  what  i  should  have  done,  ambrosia,  yet  when  i  was  here  what  did  you  do  ?  ”  victaria’s  head  tilted,  unnaturally  keen  stare  pinned  on  the  other.    

         IT  WAS  ODD  TO  THINK  that  there  once  was  a  time  where  ariadne  might  have  confided  a  bit  in  ares,  which  was  a  stark  contrast  to  how  she  felt  about  him  now.  she  kept  her  face  turned,  gaze  firmly  out  of  the  window  lest  she  drop  the  expression  that  many  had  come  to  associate  with  her   ⸻  pleasant  even  in  the  face  of  adversity.  “  i  would  prefer  to  not  speak  of  it.  ”  the  with  you  was  left  unsaid,  and  despite  the  soft  tone  that  ariadne  had  used,  any  that  truly  knew  her  would  hear  the  fury  just  under  the  surface.  it  had  always  been  slights  against  her  family  and  her  people  that  could  crack  her  warm  exterior  and  reveal  how  cold  ariadne  could  be,  how  closely  she  kept  her secrets  and  grudges.  ares’s  fatal  mistake  had  been  to  hurt  her  sister,  the  second  to  speak  of  crysala  while  the  wound  was still  too  fresh.  ariadne  hadn’t  heard  or  seen  hide  nor  hair  of  him  there  in  quite  some  time,  and  though  she  wanted  to  believe  that  he  was  genuine  in  his  sentiments  there  was  too  much  uncertainty  and  bad  blood.  “  i  have  no  interest  in  what  they  have  to  say,  and  no  one  has  made  the  mistake  of  saying  anything  in  my  presence.  ”

❝  no  answer  i  could  give  would  be  pleasing  .  ❞  an  eye  roll  was  considered  -  but  not  released  .  he  knew  well  of  her  feelings  ,  how  far  from  alright  the  scholar  truly  was  .  however  this  time  it  could  be  no  fault  of  his  own  ,  only  a  fault  of  fate  .  rather  than  slam  the  door  as  she  once  might’ve  done  ,  calanthe  glanced  across  the  hallway  before  releasing  a  sigh  .  this  was  no  subject  for  public  knowledge  .   ❝  get  inside  before  someone  notices  you  .  ❞  it  would  do  her  no  good  to  have  knavish  rumours  following  after  her  ,  especially  in  such  a  time  .

"i know. i know that none of this is easy to deal with.” he really shouldn’t have even come to see her in the first place. he knew that she wouldn’t be fine, and it was that knowledge alone that had drawn him to her quarters. the guilt would have seeped deeply into his bones if he hadn’t come to see if there was anything at all he could do for her. it’s a surprise when she lets him in, but he steps inside without too much hesitance, brow hues glancing around her rooms. it’s a little unsettling to be in here, the relationship between them so different to what it was the last time they’d been alone like this. “your taste in interior hasn’t changed.”

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  ⸻ @traitvrs​​​

         THERE  WAS  A  SHIFT  IN  the  air  at  the  keep,  froth  with  tension  and  thinly  suppressed  aggravations  and  suspicions.  it  was  her  job  to  keep  the  king  safe,  to  ensure  that  no  one  got  close  enough  that  could  bring  him  any  harm,  and despite  her  own  misgivings,  marianna  took  her  role  seriously.  “  do  not  stray  far.  you  will  be  the  next  on  the  stand,  ”  she  voiced  to  the  person  next  to  her,  shifting  her  hues  after  her  statement. “  have  you  already  done  your  duty  ?  ”

  a brief and silent ‘hmph’ like laugh came from her at the little story. although she was sure they were being honest in their words it still made her smirk at the idea of running into a bird – or even the birds reaction. the creature suddenly seeing a being like them in their way. “i’m glad to see you’ve made it out well.” hopefully the dragons wouldn’t as easily, “o-oh i’m fine. surprisingly. i just am… attempting to find my place to help.”

“and you as well.” she immediately chastises herself for being so blunt in her questioning, cheeks turning a mild shade of pink. “forgive me, lady adela, i didn’t mean to overstep in asking.” she could easily relate, though. finding her place had always been a challenge of angelia’s, especially now. “i understand that feeling. it’s hard to feel useful when there are so many around us with powers to repair the damages, healers for the injured and guards to question suspects.”

         VICTARIA  HAD  SEEN  ENOUGH  WAR,  enough  conflict  to  know  that  the  other’s  hopes  were  for  naught.  there  was  once  a  time  that  they  would  have  softened  their  words,  soothed  the  woman  and  agreed  with  her  solely  to  smooth  over  their  fears,  but  that  person  had  long  since  ceased  to  exist.  “  that  is  a  foolish  hope.  they  will  come  while  defenses  are  already  down  and  crysala  has  been  taken.  they  will  likely  attempt  to  get  the  crysalans  to  turn  their  backs  on  the  king  and  fight  against  him  ⸻  there  is  no  god.  ”  they  had  learned  that  the  hard  way.  “  the  best  hope  would  be  to  learn  how  to  best  the  dragons  before  you  are  burned  to  a  crisp  while  praying.  ”