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lucifer: one (more) deckerstar scene per episode [manly whatnots, 1x04]

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lucifer: one random deckerstar scene per episode [the would-be prince of darkness, 1x03]

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Lia hopes that her father will be proud, he was a warrior and yet he had raised a daughter who had become an Ambassador for their kind and a son who had become an Architect to an underwater castle for the sun court. "There is something different within you Davhy, your magic feels different than it has once been. Tell me what happen and where you've been." High Elves couldn't lie although they could evade so she hoped for an open space, she could see an allyship between for their position to help serve the Fey courts. It felt peaceful to be coming home and to be immersed with her people, to help be a bridge between their world and the mortal realm. Peace was their best option and too much hardships had been carried on their back for too long.

"Frankly, all the better for you. Noble Elves are an acquired taste, and they are all the more interesting for it, if not a tad eccentric," he says, as if he had any place to talk. Perhaps that is why he gets along so well with many of the noble folk, while finding difficult common ground with commoners despite his general good mood. For all his faults, Davheira is painfully honest with himself, and he knows he was unusual even before he became a lythari. Now he stood even stranger, but he has never gotten around to caring. Each snowflake is unique in a winter storm, so it stands to reason that former winter fey were equally unique. "It makes you all the more approachable for mortals and immortals alike," he offers the compliment kindly before nodding thoughtfully. "Fair enough. I am planning on doing something similar, if my other plans do not come to fruition. Striking balance seems like it will be interesting."

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It brings a touch of a smile to her face, to know that she could have another chance at family and wouldn't have to end up in a house alone because of the touch of mortality. Beginning again isn't so easy, she isn't the proud and naive elf she once was, she has mental and emotional scars from burying her family but hope is on the horizon and that's enough for now. "It's true.. I could begin again. Raising kids is a very demanding task, I have you and that's more than enough." Their lost years were behind them, never forgotten but together they could move forward into peace. The summer isle was far different from the spring gardens, even offering different climates in cloud verses ocean. She was in awe of the beauty as her feet met the soft sand and neon fish still swam around her, she offers her finger for a clown fish to softly nibble on. "You have created a beautiful world and I am honored to witness it."

"You know you could find whoever you want now, right? The faimen are eladrins. What we once were. You'd no longer have to worry about burying children if you wanted a mortal partner." Just burying the partner, he supposed. Semantics. Logon had never loved a mortal, he'd hardly loved at all. His attitude and self imposed exile had made him many ex friends, plenty of lovers that passed through, but nothing serious. Logon could've never been serious until he'd found himself needing to make a choice. A part of him, however, always felt like he was missing his independence. Away from the courts, away from a place that was safe to some, and not others. "We don't have to swim," he grinned, as a pathway appeared for the two of them to walk along, no different than when they were above water, as well. "There are homes down here. Mine is one. Laer prefers the clouds, I prefer the sea."

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deckerstar in every episode: 2.08

you know, lucifer...i thought you and i had a real moment the other day, talking about my dad. i thought we were partners, but, more importantly, friends.

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She contemplates it for a moment but only a moment -- of using her air esoteric abilities to blow his stone monument sky high and blown apart for his snide insulting comment and yet she holds any sign of temper as he is young and she is meant to be an ambassador for their kind. Sometimes bridging the gap between Eladrin and High-elves don't come from a woobie urge to comfort but from those who grow barbed like a thistle. "Do you wish him to wake?" Golden hues trace the stone figure and with a song, he could become sentient, another to live among the trees and intermingle with the changelings. "It appears as if you have the gift of Earth, elemental manipulation is new to your kind but I'm here to aid if you wish it so."

who?: open to all || @senatusstarters where?: outer wood of fey forest

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At the edge of the forest, Elias intended to show definitively that he was still a cut above. Growing pains aside, he had no choice but to remain one of a kind just as he had been as a faiman. Elias dedicated himself to the eladrin because he was more capable than anyone, so hitting a wall was not an option. His additive abilities came so easily that collecting the earth beneath his fingertips to grow a giant was as simple as breathing. Larger than any sentinel, Elias felt he could have it reach the clouds above if he wanted, yet as he stood atop his giant's head the view over the forest tree line was disappointing. All he'd done was erect a monument to his newfound inadequacy. Elias was tone-deaf and had yet to find his voice, which meant his rock possessed no magical sentience like he should've been able to create. "Don't touch it! You look greasy. I don't want his integrity compromised," he shouts down, not quite ready to destroy the big lug even though it was effectively useless. "Honestly, you should be way more appreciative. I was going to give him the biggest, ugliest dick the forest has ever seen but was kind enough to spare the masses."

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lucifer - one deckerstar scene per episode [pilot, 1x01]

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who: @micahwright where: Lupercalia, a near distance from the tent grounds.

Lia had put her all into the game of capture the flag, anything calling upon her wings to help her survey the muddy field below, a song as she ran that conjured the green field to turn in her favor sprouting up dandelions to trip up the players. Yet their team had still lost and Lia had some steam to blow off, she noticed a blonde boy kicking rocks away from the relevery. She recognized him with their alliance with the Senate, he was an Eladrin. "Hey kid. Have you figured out your elemental passion yet?" A sly smile and she had a motherly interest in the Eladrin's future and practice with magic.

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Elves felt emotions as fleeting as a dragonflies wings yet as intense as a Tsunami, they could be childish at times and yet had ancient lifespans -- Lia had learned the hard way that time can't be stolen back. She heard it at one of those wine inspired nights of moms, dusk was approaching at the hour of the party and the cigarette mother shared her wisdom on the back porch "Women live in the past, men live in the future." Lia let sweet air of cherry blossoms and a night spent drinking with friends to wash over her. "I think that's okay." Quite often homes had to shift, they had to adapt and Audulë had vast protentional. "I'm excited for the future that is travelling across the realm, even if we have to go on without those we'd never wish to lose."

"It will never be what once was," experiencing the splendor of the spyres and crystalline projections being created for the first time, but it was always a figment of beauty to oversee, something which was bittersweet to endure. Tamlen had been born after most of the original faerie court had been established, but fragments of his magic had still been instilled into the buildings, his song still resonated within the bones of a place that was no longer the high elves to stake claim over. Logon had built a realm fit for exiles, a place of underwater enchantment but through the drow's overtaking, the architect had been put to work repetitively; forced to think outside the box over and over again. "But he always seems to find new ways to outdo himself."

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A cant of her head to acknowledge him as he speaks, and there's a twinkle in her eye -- it's strange how the company she's been keeping lately have made a feeling of restoration in her Fey spirit come over her, it has been a tangible change since they shed the shell of an Eladrin to become a high Fey. "Thank you." She has been staying in the mortal realm less, finding comfort more in her home within the Spring Gardens -- gone was the need to hang on to an empty house with the ever flowing change that breezed through their lives. The scent of possibility and nectar of flowers in the wind was enough to coax anyone of their isolated cave. They are like-minded and there's a certain thrill that stirs within her to have a connection with such a handsome wolf. "I would like to see you fight." An impish smile on her lips and she stops for a moment to fix an invisible crinkle on his lapel.

"Some people are naturally leaders, it will come to you," a light affirmation that hopefully made the entire process feel all the less overwhelming to her. The Cold was a leader in his own right, not by example but by mere principle; a marshal for the lycans once before, the warden over the Senate's violent criminals. Adamo's mind had to be sharp, attuned to the ridiculous fallacies of politics and as a, once young, lycan he learned swiftly. Lia was apt to find her niche, she seemed a chameleon; always evolving to whatever life tossed her way, a formidable elf. Adamo shrugged, the answer to her question a complicated thing to encapsulate, "There were far too many changes this year, but we're coping," Adamo walked along, presuming Lia would fall in stride, "It sounds like you might feel the same way when it comes to these changes." A pause as his own leadership conflicts came to light, "There's a tournament for alpha, it comes along every year. I've.. abstained from it in the past, felt others were better fit to serve but, I wonder now if it's time for me to genuinely put my foot in the ring." With all the lycans who had crept forth due to Lycaon's beacon, Lupercal had been a wild card rife with duplicitous lycans and strangers.

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"You dreamed of me?" "No, I thought of you."

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who: @nidhoggx where: The Otherworld

It had been a long time since Lia had stepped foot within the Otherworld, it had become a strange land to her and with the death of Ayi'ig and Titania, things had changed greatly from the time of her exile. She felt as if she still hadn't belonged, the dark elves had taken dominance over the land brewed from fantasy as they could hold the monsters back but there was someone she sought, not moved by motivations of Fey ambassador work but as she understood what it was like to have to adapt to circumstances beyond choice. Approaching the Aspect, she lifted the tea towel that draped over the apple pie she baked. "I hope you like desert, it's the way to every mortals heart but I can't speak for dragon kind." A quip played on her lips, despite her growing closeness with one of his kind.

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There was something about catching Pelorus eye, the way they leant into each other, the intimate space that came upon waking and she was still lying next to him in the sheets from a night spent together and he was speaking about letting her paint the walls, about them giving his space new life and it's been a long time since she's felt like this, since she found the warmth spread within and her heart flutters for a moment -- the last time she let someone in like this, what was once innocence and playful attraction led to her losing everything and receiving an exile that separated her from her people. Her lip catches between her teeth and she steals another slow kiss, making the brave conscious choice to not pull away no matter how scary it gets, she had lost so much but what she gained was more. Love was always better than empty spaces and cold beds. "Sounds like a date." It felt like she had caught the brightest sunflower, the sun warmed her skin and she could stay like this much longer than she was willing to admit. "Are you hungry? I can make breakfast."

Pelorus, contrary to popular belief, listened to people far too often for even his own liking. It was how he kept track of things that his radar couldn't pick up. He could find people easily. It was very simple for him, but when people spoke, it could go in one ear and out the other. That was only ever the case for him if he genuinely didn't want to hear it. However, most everything was important to know. Eventually, some information would come in handy when he really had nothing else. That had nothing to do with him listening to Lia when she spoke though. He listened to her because, well, he liked listening to her. Whenever she spoke, it felt like it was something of importance, something he should keep close to his chest. Not that that was the premise of this little relationship they had, but he wasn't always the kind of guy to just fuck and leave. He liked listening to her more than he did anyone else which was probably a sign of something, but he ignored that for now. Instead, he listened to her recommendations and nodded his head as he looked around at the walls. It was better than thinking about what had happened to her in those fifteen years that were now lost to them. "Hm, well, whatever artists you recommend, I'll look at their stuff." He did, however, make a mental note of the names she mentioned. "I can help you with the painting though. You just have to, you know, guide my hand or something. Since you're a pro and all," he stated with a hint of a smile.

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LESLIE SHAY, GABRIELA DAWSON SEASON TWO, EPISODE EIGHTEEN — UNTIL YOUR FEET LEAVE THE GROUND.

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For so long, Lia felt as if she had no control over the pain that she carried, the loss that haunted her from both the mortal realm and the fey but as the seasons change and great sacrifice had been made, she regained control and took on a leadership position to be an ambassador, she had control in her hands and she wasn't going to sit idly by as the divide remained between Eladrin and High Elves. Nabi was someone else's daughter but as she made time to train her, it felt as if she was doing better by her own daughter who had lived and died before great change had ever arrived. "Manipulation is a powerful tool but it requires aid." Dropping a match onto the wood below, she listens for the tell-tale crackle of the fire catching. "Close your eyes and focus on a memory of an intense emotional moment, let everything go and release any type of shame for practice. Channeling takes trial, use your hands as an instrument and see if you focus on the fire if you can make it grow."

Nabi's mother had mentioned Logon once upon a time and, by association, the people that knew him. She hadn't ever really heard much about Lia though. Maybe it was because they had been from different courts, but there wasn't a lot of information she knew about the dawn elf. Two facts were all she had. One was that she was Logon's sister. Two was that she was something of an ambassador for the elves. See, the totally paid attention during those meetings. She looked down in the pit and then back up at Lia. "Uh...okay. My mom was in the summer court. I don't know if you knew her. She used fire and water. If one doesn't work, maybe the other will." This was all so exciting to her, she almost couldn't contain it.

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It was hard to rationalize the cold exile that she had faced, the dismissal from her queen as she forbade her from entering the Otherworld again for the life that she carried inside and the love that she dared to find with a mortal man because it was what Titania saw as best, a way to preserve the Fey's linage and the severance of families in many different ways for different stories -- Lia might claim forgiveness but bitterness still remained for the time lost. She didn't comment on further but let Logon's words be the last as this moment wasn't about the Queen, it was only for the siblings and the work that Logon had done to rebuilt anew. Water was never her inherit elemental connection but still she took a deep breath and plunged underneath the surface to explore the creation that her brother had constructed. The pink waves made way for them, the water shimmering as it did and they swam. A breath of life surrounded them in the palace under the sea, fish that carried fey essence swam past and jellyfish with all different pastel tentacles swam serenely beside them. It was a moment of clarity, a different type of understanding as to why he had stayed so long in this place of peace. She felt honored that he shared this place with her. "It's gorgeous.. let's swim further." She wanted to explore entirely.

Logon frowned slightly, though he understood his sister’s worry. The Dawn and Sun Courts were new, another home to add to the long list of those that they’d had and heard of. Perhaps now it was the closest thing they’d get to stability, and Logon didn’t want to ruin it, either. “I get it. Titania did this for us. She always did these things for us.” It’d been so long since he’d seen the queen, since he’d left out of spite for the fey who barely blinked as time passed. It was a wound so old yet still fresh — the underwater haven he’d designed a perfect reason to remove himself yet stay afloat within the sun court. “Come on. I’ll show you the water.” The pink waves parted, the foam and water shimmering under the heat of the sun. It created a pathway, though they were submerged almost instantly. The world around them changed slightly, pillars that seemed to glow beneath the waves coming to life around them. All sorts of underwater fey creatures swam around them, and Logon waved his hand as a large palace with an open roof appeared in front of them. “It’s a place of rest. Of refuge. Laer knew what that meant to me.”