into the dust we go

♥♥♥ starter call for my asoiaf/akotsk/f&b muses ♥♥♥

please make sure to specify which muse you want a starter from. any muses labeled as test are for mutuals only.

Your writing already has a really strong emotional rhythm to it, so I only corrected the grammar, spelling, punctuation, and a few sentence structures while keeping your voice and wording intact.

Mary Louise couldn't quite shake the feeling that there was something off, like there was a very different kind of energy looming around, one she could not quite name, yet somehow it felt familiar even when it was different. In a way, it reminded her of Nora, that same sweet and buzzing energy she had once felt so intensely, a feeling that brought both warmth and comfort, stability even. A feeling she had craved for so long, as it had been so long.

She missed her, in every sense of the word. Her voice, her scent, her sweet smile, her beautiful eyes, her heated touch. Everything that there was about her. To do magic with her, to feed on people with her. It felt just like a cruel punishment.

They had endured so much, from the moment they had fallen in love and had basically been forbidden to express that, as the times didn't allow it. Then the fact that Rayna Cruz had come to terrorize them, then the little stunt of the Gemini Coven, who had taken it upon themselves to send the entire Heretic Coven to that prison world. And well, the slow descent into madness that came along. Then finally, after what felt like an eternity, they were set free, only to be dragged into the next tragedy.

Then again, Mystic Falls was doomed. She knew that by now, understood it. Which is why, from all the places she could have settled down, Mystic Falls was avoided. New Orleans was her new home now. Not because of the cultural aspect, more so because she thought here she would find the solution, would find the spell or the ritual needed to resurrect Nora.

But with that came the endless spirals, the hallucinations, the thirst for blood. Ever since her own resurrection, she had been a mess. Then again, she had always been a mess. It's just that now that she was alone, it showed more.

"I miss you so much..." she mumbled as she glared away from all the grimoires that were laying on the table and sofa, her eyes falling onto the picture that sat in a beautiful frame, a picture of Mary Louise and Nora. A beautiful memory, one she cherished.

"I love you..." she sounded softly before she finally moved away. She was going to head out, find herself something to do, or rather, someone to taste.

Then suddenly, a surge of energy rushed through her. Something familiar again, something she recognized. Then from the corner of her eye she saw it, saw her. And as she turned around, she saw her fully, saw her standing in front of her.

Mary Louise remained silent, her expression bewildered and confused, even when there was a hint of equal sadness and hope within her eyes.

"Nora..." she sounded softly, her voice tender.

Was she real?

Was this perhaps another vivid hallucination?

"Are you real?"

Then she felt the touch, a touch that felt very rooted in reality.

"Nora... are you here? I don't understand..." she softly sounded. "Is this real? Please tell me this is real..."

ever since the day she had died, the second time, she'd been determined to find her peace with mary louise. having found the others along the way had helped her feel happy, but not complete. a real torture to be separated from the love of your life by measures beyond your control. magic, or whatever this damned thing was, must have hated nora. truly just like the curse of being from the gemini coven and all its other crap.

somewhere in her mind she had actually believed this could've been the work of her dastardly parents. of course it had been far too long since she'd thought of those evil people that she shook that thought away. the less time spent thinking about them, the better. instead her thoughts had re-focused back on making her way back to mary louise. every day she spent thinking about her and what she could do to find her again.

when things had gone dark and the surge of power hit, she felt like something had gone right for her. her eyes opened and having picked up on the voice and familiar scent, she felt hopeful. of course once she had actually found mary louise and held her hands again, tears fell down her cheeks. "yes, i am real. mary lou, i'm real and i can't believe that i could finally find you again." nora didn't mind the tears as the joy of finding her love overwhelmed her.

liz parker (sorry i lost the meme you sent)

Ryan's  grin  turned  into  a  frown  instantly.  As  if  he  needed  to  remember  all  the  ways  he  failed  and  how.  "You  just  had  to  remind  me  of  that."  Scowling,  he  shook  his  head  after  picking  up  his  pack.  "Why  is  it  every  time  I  find  something  interesting,  you  have  to  be  the  professor,  everything  depressing  on  me?" 

The Queen had been alerted to the arrival of a new dragon rider on the island and sensed the tension amongst their mounts when an unfamiliar one landed in their territory. Her guard had been on high alert, uncertain if the woman who had come to their shores supported their claim or that of the usurper. A message had been delivered to her from the beach that the stranger was unfamiliar to them and had shown no sign of aggression, so against better judgement Rhaenyra had ordered for her to be brought up to the keep.

hesene intended to stay by the dragon's side for as long as possible. the bond, even as new it was, felt somewhat strong already. however, not long after her feet began to dig into the sand did nearby footsteps catch her attention. the dragon stirred and turned their head towards the people approaching. her own head followed the direction of her dragon's sight and sighed. no, she wouldn't try to run but the sight of the knights did make her feel a little uneasy. they gave their orders for her to follow them and she nodded. hesene gave one last glance back at her dragon before going with the knights.

Careful arms wrap around her, and Vaella sags into her mother's hold, exhausted, curly head resting against her chest. The steady, rhythmic thumping of her mother's heart was indeed soothing for her fever-addled mind, even if she couldn't quite muster up the energy to cling onto her like she usually did. Everything aches, and everything takes so much effort, and she just wants to be well again, so she can go back to playing outside and taking her lessons and hunting for treasures on the beach.

john raised a brow at his sister’s words. a defeated sigh falling from his lips as his shoulders slumped with a little huff, shaking his head. “ that doesn’t mean I have to like the plan! ” he rubbed at his temple, eyes closing temporarily. “ I’m just here to keep you out of trouble! ”