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[malevolvs]

visiting  the  penthouse  on  her  days  off  never  came  without  a  shock.  usually  it  would  be  a  different  one  of  her  siblings,  but  áine  was  perplexed  to  find  it  be  the  youngest.  "you  don't  have  to  worry  about  me,  luxxie,"  she  replied  as  she  threw  her  bag  and  coat  down  on  the  nearest  table.  a  huff  quickly  fell  out  of  her  lips  as  she  slumped  onto  the  couch,  closing  her  eyes  briefly.  "how  long  have  you  been  here?"  she  asked,  one  eye  opening  and  peering  towards  her  baby  sister.  "and  is  there  any  of  that  left?"

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : closed @malevolvs

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : firebloom penthouse in elysian towers

" i'm out of hot cocoa , don't judge me. " comes lux's voice when she hears another entering the family penthouse. the youngest princess had already moved out and into another lavish apartment a few floors down , but that didn't mean she never popped around. hot cocoa was one of her guilty pleasures , and thus she was here to steal some since their father always kept it stocked.

[malevolvs]

"the  question  is,  my  dear,  did  yours  come  from  the  alcohol  or  simply  from  life."  veda  wasn't  sure  what  was  true  for  her  —  sure,  the  amount  of  alcohol  did  not  help,  but  the  impending  doom  (her  words)  she  felt  over  this  betrothal  also  scrambled  her  brain.  she  was  grateful  for  the  few  days  off  after  the  party  —  and  the  mess  that  came  with  it  —  but  now  it  was  back  to  reality.  the  coffee  helped.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : closed @malevolvs

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : mystic coffee house

" my head hurt the entire day , by the way. " she didn't take anything for it either , just stayed in her apartment like her father had ordered. lux had very much used the day to recover , process , and toss the stray glance towards solaris plaza from her towering window. now that it had been a few days , she'd texted veda to meet up in the daylight.

[malevolvs]

"wormwood?"  it  was  as  good  a  guess  as  any  from  someone  who  spent  their  living  attending  plants  —  not  so  much  as  making  things  from  the  things  he  watched  grow  from  just  a  seed.  either  way,  malakai  found  themself  at  the  apothecary  not  looking  for  anything  in  specific,  but  the  enjoy  the  surroundings  that  the  place  offered.  "depends  on  what  exactly  you're  trying  to  make.  hopefully  nothing  you'll  have  to  wipe  my  memory  or  something  over,  huh."  the  last  sentence  was  muttered  under  their  breath  with  a  small  chuckled,  not  so  much  a  real  one  but  a  nervous  one.

location: whisperwind apothecary, just before noon open to all

the nights that followed new years had been restless for hypatia. she hardly slept more than a few hours at a time as it was, but they had become even less peaceful than usual. even now, she could feel her eyes wanting to close and her mind beginning to drift into a haze. after the fifth night in a row, she needed help.

she wandered around the shelves, looking for the ingredients she wanted. there was a potion she knew that granted a dreamless sleep and it wasn't too difficult to make herself. "valerian root, lavender..." she muttered through what she had already, but there was something else missing. "dittany? no, that wasn't it," she huffs, frustrated with herself, "damn it, what am i looking for?"

[malevolvs]

"it  wasn't  the  sailors."  draqys  said  as  a  matter  of  fact,  wings  tucked  in  tight  as  he  eyes  the  same  guys  elzaren  was  referring  to.  the  bunch  on  that  boat  looked  human,  but  it  was  hard  to  tell  from  this  far  away.  even  then,  what  would  sailors  want  with  a  malakim  —  let  alone  so  much  to  remove  their  wings?  "what  would  be  the  motive?"  did  there  even  have  to  be?  draqys  was  truly  there  to  get  out  of  the  malakim  district  where  there  was  nothing  but  talks  of  new  years,  but  it  appeared  that  everyone  was  talking  about  the  horrors  no  matter  where  he  went.

The seagulls flew around him, singing their strange tune while Elzaren hummed a melody of his own. Like most days, he was at the harbor, sitting on the edge, his feet dangling inches from the water's surface. It was strange how everything seemed to be the same as the day before, yet everything had changed after the gala. The Siren's eyes darted between the people around him. A couple were holding hands as they walked down the street, whispering to each other. Were they trying to figure out who killed her? What about the old man sitting on the bench behind him? Was he the killer? With a shake of his head, Elzaren let out a shaky breath as he ran his fingers through his hair, which was still wet. He hadn't entirely dried after returning to land, and his feet hadn't quite grown steady enough to return to the land dwellers either. While he had intended to stay on land throughout the night and watch the whole scene unfold before him, he had gotten tired of it rather quickly, and the last thing he wanted was to be interrogated by the police, so he had spent the night in the safety of the ocean.

"I bet you that the sailors did it." He told the person approaching him without taking his eyes off his latest targets of suspicion: the two men working on a small fishing boat close to the harbor. "You might be wondering how they could do something like… that, but let me tell you, I wouldn't put it past them! They are very talented; I'm sure they would figure out how to do it."

[malevolvs]

THE OC (2003-2007) — 1.02, “The Model Home”

[malevolvs]

early  morning  rehearsals  were  never  in  veda's  favor,  but  that  is  why  she  always  made  time  to  reward  herself  with  a  pain  au  chocolat  and  the  gossips  section  of  the  celestria  news.  it  wasn't  much,  but  it  sure  helped  keep  her  on  her  two  feet  when  her  day  started  before  the  sun  rose.  her  eyes  peeked  over  the  paper  in  front  of  her  to  see  who  was  catching  her  attention,  instantly  recognizing  the  man  she  bought  a  glass  of  champagne  for  on  new  years.  honestly,  she  was  glad  to  remember  that  much. "lord  moltenvein,"  she  said  by  way  of  greeting,  dropping  her  news  to  the  table  before  her.  "sometimes  you  have  to  enjoy  time  well  spent  with  the  best  company  there  is."  her  response  is  added  to  a  flick  of  her  hair,  trying  to  emphasize  that  she  is  her  own  best  company.  "and  just  the  same  old  —  sleep,  work,  play.  do  tell  me,  have  you  spent  more  time  with  your  four-legged  friends  since  we  last  saw  each  other?"  not  to  change  the  subject,  but  veda's  memory  was  honestly  too  hazy  of  the  night  and,  at  this  point,  she  didn't  want  to  know  about  the  horrors.

closed starter @malevolvs

Smiling politely, Cael waved at his clients as they departed the restaurant. Bringing them to Aurora Bistro had been a great plan. The meeting had gone well—but he was relieved it was over. He was tired after a long day at work and wanted nothing more than to relax. Eager to get home, he signaled for the check, peering around the busy dining room as he waited. His gaze landed on a familiar face. Veda. After paying the tab, he grabbed his coat and made his way over. 

"Having lunch alone? I hope things have been good on your end considering what happened the other day..." he said by way of greeting. The death had caused a stir in the city. It was all anyone could talk about these days.

[malevolvs]

it  was  unfortunate  timing  for  sirena  —  she  was  simply  a  lover  of  the  summer.  the  warmer  months  always  brought  back  her  most  favorite  memories  growing  up  and  especially  with  her  sister.  so,  sirena  hurried  into  the  coffee  house  with  an  umbrella  in  one  hand  and  her  coat  bundled  around  her  tightly  before  she  took  a  seat  next  to  jingfei.  "  snow  would  definitely  be  prettier  to  look  at,  "  she  agreed  —  though  she  wished  neither  was  an  option.  "  rain  also  means  ice.  "  and  please  don't  let  sirena  halloran  slip  on  the  streets.

location: mystic coffee house open to: everyone

eyes staring out the window, she watched as the clouds rolled in. a cloudy day of course. it was that time of the year where it was cloudy more often than not. "pretty sure it's going to snow soon." she noted. picking up her cup of hot chocolate, she took a long sip of it before placing it back down on the table. "either snow or rain. though part if me hopes that it's snow."

[malevolvs]

kai  was  still  bitter.  not  only  does  the  human  in  a  city  full  of  species  not  get  to  celebrate  the  new  year  the  way  they  want  to  —  as  if  they're  not  the  one  with  limited  years  —  but  they  have  to  work  an  event  for  everyone  else  to  celebrate  at.  being  behind  the  bar  didn't  hurt,  per  se,  but  he  could  still  complain.  and  after  a  very  sober  evening  to  end  in  horrors  kai  has  never  seen  before,  it  shouldn't  come  as  a  surprise  that  they  decided  the  luminous  lounge  was  the  first  place  to  be  in  the  new  year. a  drink  sits  in  front  of  them  yet  they  can't  help  but  focus  on  the  complaints  from  the  person,  or  whatever  species  they  may  be,  next  to  them.  talking  to  themselves  out  loud  in  front  of  a  bar  just  begs  for  attention.  "  so  it's  the  new  year  and  you  already  hate  yourself?  "  kai  questions,  with  quirk  of  his  brow.

open ! where: luminous lounge

for the past half decade or so, dante had given up on new year's resolutions. it was, in his opinion, the shittiest of holidays. the kind of holiday to remind yourself of all the shit that you didn't accomplish that you swear that you would, and then came the bittersweetness of a new year passing. it was never what it was cracked up to be, and considering what happened this new years eve dante figured throwing the whole day away. sometimes, in his most vulnerable of moments he thought about his younger brother and the kind of person that he never got to be. he let that thought quickly pass as he grabbed the 'hair of a dog' which made his nose crunch at anything dog related. he closed his nostrils and took the drink back and feeling the low burn in the back of his throat. not much had changed for dante. he started the new years morning the same way that he had for the past half decade. "hair of a dog is right," he hisses, "it's not pleasant."

[malevolvs]

it  was  silly  of  áine  to  assume  she'd  be  alone  in  a  territory  that  wasn't  her  own,  but  there  was  something  special  about  the  place.  with  a  quick  turn  to  find  the  voice,  she  recognized  evangeline — eva —  in  a  heartbeat  —  she  then  supposed  it  made  sense  that  she  must  as  women  with  titles.  "  oh,  you're  too  kind,  "  she  replied  with  a  slight  blush,  fixing  the  strap  of  her  purse  on  her  shoulder.  "  my  late  husband,  actually.  it's  how  i  knew  he  was  the  one.  well,  and  a  few  other  things,  "  she  added  with  a  small  laugh.  "  gotta  have  high  standards  as  women,  don't  we.  "

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : open starter

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : nebula nook

" i'm so sorry for staring , but you have such classically beautiful features. " eva rarely gets to hide away and sketch these days , but when she does make a stroll down the nook and settle in , it's almost as if she spends hours here every day. the witch seamlessly blends into the atmosphere , the beautiful artwork and creative artists welcome her every time. it makes the lady happy to call this district home. " has anyone ever told you that before ? " she questions.

[malevolvs]

"  just  passing  by,  "  he  nodded  to  the  malakim  princess.  he  didn't  know  if  he'd  ever  been  in  this  temple,  or  when  the  last  time  he  stepped  foot  in  one.  had  to  have  been  sometime  back  home.  even  as  he  eyed  the  temple  quickly,  turning  back  to  face  nyxara,  he  was  glad  to  have  run  into  her.  "  i  think  only  the  most  evil  of  dieties  is  the  one  i'd  want  a  word  with  anyway.  "  he  had  felt  more  than  furious  after  seeing  the  mutilation  done  to  the  body.  the  most  disrespectful  thing  that  could  be  done  to  a  malakim  in  draq's  eyes.  "  i  hope  whichever  you  prayed  to  listens.  "

closed starter @malevolvs

Standing before the towering stone pillars of Luminara's temple—Nyxara's wings folded neatly behind her back. She had come seeking solace after the disturbing murder at the New Year's party. Now everything seemed to put her on edge. Every shadow made her startlingly aware of the lurking danger around her. She murmured a prayer to the goddess, hoping for protection. As she turned to leave, she spotted Draqys. "Are you heading inside or just passing by?" she asked him, keeping a smile on her face despite the unease churning within. In truth, she was relieved to see a friendly face. 

[malevolvs]

archie renaux, 27, demi-man, he/they — did you see malakai arya walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the human is known to be hard-working and blunt, but who knows if that’s true. the house of aravali staff member seems to fit the vibe of weeping angels in a foggy courtyard, the feel of soil on calloused hands, and a troubled soul with a lot to prove .

name — malakai arya nickname(s) — kai name meaning — malaki: my angel & arya: noble, illustrious age — twenty seven date of birth — june 27th sexual orientation — homosexual religion — not a fan of the dieties occupation — staff for the house of aravali, groundskeeper family — mother and father, not living in celestria species — human

malakai arya, only truly known as kai, is a human amidst supernatural beings — simple as that. born into a world of magic and mystery, kai finds themself distanced from their parents who reside far from the city. however, moving to the city was one way kai could prove to themselves and others that you don’t have to be seen as a weakling in a sea of mystics. 

kai makes ends meet as a groundskeeper for the prestigious house of aravali. despite the magical ambiance surrounding him, kai's work is grounded in the tasks of maintaining the estate's grounds. it’s one thing that kai kept from home: his love for watching things grow and thrive and having a part in that. there is nothing better than the feeling of soil on your hands.

kai's personality is defined by their resilience. they are a hard-worker through and through, tackling any task before them with unwavering commitment. however, hard-headed and blunt, kai is not one to shy away from expressing his opinions. he is quick to stick up for himself, a trait driven by an internal desire to prove his worth in a world where he feels like an outsider.

financial constraints, however, are the real cause of most of kai’s guilt. navigating the extravagant world of celestria, where wealth and power is the norm, presents its challenges. the struggle to make ends meet fuels kai's determination and adds to the chip on their shoulder, motivating them to overcome obstacles in their way.

kai does carry a burning desire to prove themselves in a city where supernatural beings hold the most power. his insistence on standing up for himself stems from a need to assert his worth and carve out a place in celestria. each day is a battle, not just against the mundane challenges but against the perception that as a mere human, he is somehow less. sometimes this results in making very wrong decisions, ones that end with them having a black eye or a few bruised ribs.

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riley keough, 324, cis woman, she/her — did you see princess áine firebloom walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the fire fae is known to be glamorous and charismatic, but who knows if that’s true. the princess / pr specialist seems to fit the vibe of a young girl stuck in the body of the eldest daughter, a mothers loving touch to a tearful cheek, and a wilted bouquet caught in a fire .

name — áine (anya) firebloom nickname(s) — ánie (ah-knee) name meaning — áine: radiance age — three hundred and twenty four date of birth — december 1st sexual orientation — bisexual religion — prays mostly to luminara, vitalis, & pyra occupation — sure she's a princess, eldest daughter, and mother, but most importantly a pr specialist (for safiya moonsong and her family) family — firebloom family, lux firebloom, twin sons, deceased husband species — fire fae

**death and loss of a spouse mentioned**

as the eldest sister in a large and illustrious family, áine carries the weight of both tradition and responsibility on her shoulders. the recent events of her husband's untimely demise added to the complexity of her life, altering her role not only as a princess but also as a mother to two twin boys.

áine can be seen as the pillar of strength in her family, shouldering the responsibilities of the eldest sister. with twin sons who have reached their twenties, and her recent widowhood, she has felt an impact on both her personal and royal life. despite the challenges, áine remains a protective and nurturing figure for her sons and the rest of her family.

beyond her role as a princess, áine also serves as a pr specialist, a career she took on when she and her husband had made plans for how their life in title was to be. she works with (or for) safiya moonsong and occasionally her shifter family.

áine's eloquence and ability to navigate the delicate political landscape of two royal families make her a force in both the fae and shifter realms, hoping this may lead to the creation of more alliances down the line.

áine exudes glamour and sophistication, making her a captivating figure in celestria's social circles. well-spoken and impactful, she commands attention effortlessly. despite her regal exterior, áine is not one to be underestimated; she is a force to be reckoned with, wielding both grace and authority in equal measure.

[malevolvs]

1x07 / 2x07 / 2x10 / 2x11

[malevolvs]

it  was  an  instant  she  had  to  take  by  the  horns  —  or  however  the  saying  went  when  sirena  actually  knew  real  people  who  had  horns.  her  parents  were  in  meetings  for  the  remainder  of  the  eve  and  so  sirena  took  the  advantage  of  being  able  to  sneak  away  for  a  bit  to  gather  herself  after  the  events  that  unfolded  the  last  time  she  was  on  two  feet. "  hello,  your  highness,  "  sirena  replies  with  a  small  bow  of  her  head  the  moment  she  realized  who  greeted  her  in  the  coffee  shop.  her  bow  was  out  of  respect,  but  also  admiration  for  the  other.  "  things  have  been  tense  at  home,  but  i'm  sure  that  can  be  common.  "  unless  the  halloran's  were  taking  the  new  years  events  even  more  seriously  after  the  loss  of  her  twin  sister,  silena,  a  few  years  back.  "  do  you  mind  if  i  sit  with  you  for  a  bit?  "

the roost coffee shop, mid-afternoon / open

it's a regular weekday — or as regular a weekday as there can be after a murder occurred at the new year's gala last week. artemis has been in constant diplomatic meetings with the other high nobility of celestria, and just as many meetings with their councillors. none of which came close to solving the panic-mongering that has arisen, of course, but what is leadership if not sticking out against pointless bureaucracy in the vain hope it might fix things ?

the bell above the door rings out, and artemis looks up from where they're tucked into a nook with a double espresso and a slice of cake. “ fancy seeing you here, ” they say, a faint grin curling the corners of their mouth. “ how have you been, with everything going on lately ? ”

[malevolvs]

new  years  eve  was  a  blur.  and  for  sirena,  that  didn't  mean  in  any  kind  of  fun  way.  as  soon  as  a  crash  was  heard,  she  was  whisked  away  by  her  family's  guards  and  taken  under  cover  until  her  toes  found  water  and  she  was  greeted  with  her  tail.  thankfully,  zarielle  is  a  trusted  friend  of  the  halloran's  which  allowed  sirena  to  take  a  break  from  the  stress  of  home. "  this  isn't  the  first  one  i've  heard  of...  "  she  trailed  off,  remembering  the  times  she  eavesdropped  in  on  conversations  between  her  family  and  other  nobility.  "  though  i  have  no  details.  "  it  was  confusing  that  such  events  were  occurring,  but  maybe  that  was  just  sirena's  naiveté  coming  into  play.  "  i  think  we're  safest  here.  unless  whoever  doing  this  is  a  siren,  but  there's  no  way.  "  she  was  sure  of  it.

closed starter @malevolvs

Zarielle invited her friend Sirena over to her apartment—hoping for some company to take her mind off the disturbing events at the New Year's party. As they settled in, she couldn't stop her thoughts from drifting back to the murdered Malakim. 

"Do you think what happened that day was a one off? Maybe it's best to stay away from Celestria for a while," she said, unable to mask the fear in her voice. A shiver ran down her body, remembering the chilling scene. A sense of unease had settled over her in the days since. She knew evil was out there, but an outright murder at a public celebration was unprecedented. 

[malevolvs]

"  oh,  don't  worry  about  it,  "  sirena  replied  genuinely,  offering  the  other  a  smile  that  expressed  her  understanding.  "  i  also  don't  enjoy  large  crowds,  but  i  suppose  i've  gotten  used  to  them.  i  try  to  find  a  good  spot  in  the  corner  and  watch  other's  converse.  "  was  it  embarrassing  for  her  to  admit  that?  she  wasn't  sure,  though  it  did  make  her  feel  a  bit  better  being  able  to  admit  it  to  someone.  people  might  assume  those  with  some  level  of  nobility  should  love  events  like  this,  but  the  siren  found  it  to  be  the  opposite.  it  appeared  to  be  the  same  for  the  malakim  princess,  too.  "  i  unfortunately  haven't  found  a  great  spot  away  from  others,  though  i  have  seen  a  few  sneak  off  in  that  direction,  "  her  finger  pointed  to  some  kind  of  exit  looking  area  on  the  opposite  end  of  the  event  space.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realized she had mistaken the woman for her friend. Quickly looking around, Nyxara caught no sight of who she had arrived with. Trying to shake off her embarrassment, she turned back to the stranger and offered an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry about that, these parties tend to make my head spin. I hope you're having a better time than I am?" she asked—her cheeks still red as she tried to gloss over her blunder. “It’s not that I’m not enjoying myself. Guess the crowds just makes me antsy.” She quickly amended, sounding like a blubbering idiot now, she was sure.

[malevolvs]

his  response  forces  her  to  press  her  lips  together,  something  she  hides  by  pretending  she  meant  to  rub  her  lips  to  help  distribute  the  remaining  gloss.  maybe  she'd  be  able  to  make  an  excuse  to  leave  by  needing  to  freshen  up.  there's  just  something  about  the  prince  that  makes  her  skin  crawl  in  ways  she  was  not  used  to  with  other  men.  "  hmm,  "  she  hums,  cocking  her  head  to  the  side.  "  remind  me  to  pack  my  most  conservative  pajamas.  "  or,  remind  her  to  even  purchase  such  a  thing.  liora,  a  lifetime  of  living  and  this  was  how  she  was  forcing  herself  to  imagine  her  first  marriage  (  bold  of  her  to  assume  there'd  be  more  ).  as  bash  leaned  in,  veda  couldn't  help  herself  but  feel  the  warmth  radiating  off  of  his  body  and  the  smell  of  his  cologne.  but  the  air  quickly  went  cold  with  his  words,  her  body  tensing  before  a  manicured  hand  is  placed  on  his  chest,  pushing  him  off  of  her.  with  a  little  distance,  her  cold  eyes  met  his  and  flashed  a  bit,  but  not  enough  to  let  others  see.  "  don't  remind  me.  "  the  words  are  clipped  as  they  leave  her  lips,  but  the  champagne  flute  soon  replaces  them.  the  shifter's  body  turns  back  to  the  bar,  all  logical  thoughts  leaving  her  head  in  an  instant.  "  whatever's  strongest.  on  the  rocks.  "  was  her  only  request.

his grin widens at her greeting. veda's irritation was always so delicious to drink up , and bash would do everything he could to encourage it. this game between them was dangerous , and that only encouraged the prince to keep pushing. rather than commiserate with the deer in his arm , he chose to instigate the situation further. after all , they'd be wed without any choice in the matter with both of their fathers involved. his grin shifts , a grimace for a moment. " i'm sure they'll have plenty of recommendations. " eternal beings must , he assumed. a chuckle slips his lips as she mentions her own father , and bash's eyes glint dangerously at the path of the conversation. " if you want to go on the vacation your daddy suggests , by all means , princess. " he blinks , and the look is gone , not for anyone else to see. his expression is replaced with his signature grin , cocky , charming , and worth a slap all in one glance. " it's a honeymoon , love , there will be plenty of times for me to see all this gorgeous skin of yours regardless of where we go. " his eyes track her hand , and bash resists the urge to steal the champagne flute in her other hand. instead he leans into her ear to whisper something not meant for anyone else. " it should be your choice , little else will be. " he says lowly. it's not a threat , it's the truth of both their situations.