#&. — 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐀𝐒 ❪ event01 ❫ .

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   . . . the streets of velaris.   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   . . . valeria zoren.   (   @ravenflcmes  ).

long strings of giggles fell from his lips as the two stumbled onto the cobblestone streets of the city. abraxas's arm sat comfortably around valeria's shoulders in an attempt to keep the spymaster safe by his side . . . or to try to keep himself upright. it was never beyond them to have a little too much fun in each other's presence, brax reserving a specific, hazy - eyed grin just for her. the house of wind was too stiff, too formal for a proper celebration of the months to come. he had practically begged valeria to accompany him to the city, to act a fool in the ' clubs ' that felt oh so reminiscent of another world.

with all the wits he still had about him, abraxas led the pair towards the edge of the sidra, deciding it a fine place to park for a moment of fresh air. ❝ do you think we should go back? ❞ he questioned, a sudden feeling of guilt for not dragging finnick along making his throat dry. worried that their high ruler might not fare as well without his guard dogs at their back. ❝ or am i overreacting as always? ❞

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   . . . the house of wind.     𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   . . . rhaeya einar.   (   @ofnightcourts  ).

the malakh had been unprepared for his role in the dusk court, meaning that he would have to play nice and be dignified for more of his life than he wished. but he fit the role well. perhaps it had been the practice he had while shuffling the midgardian nobles that haunted this house tonight. or, perhaps destiny had just made him equipped to deal with the all - powerful through tasteful reminders that he didn't care. regardless, abraxas had made his rounds through inner circles, making lifeless conversation with high fae rulers centuries older than he could ever imagine being. but a reputation proceeded this one.

the most successful high lady in prythian's troublesome history, the beginning of change in these outdated lands ⎯ the very reason he was allowed to be here this night. stiff formalities seemed most polite as he approached the event's hostess, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ❝ your home is beautiful, high lady. i am truly enamored by this welcoming event ⎯ the best in any summit i've attended in the past two decades. ❞

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𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 arrives . . .

clad in all black ; the dusk court general is a vision of death personified. lighting appears to skitter across his hands, almost daring anyone to get too close. however, it is a stark contrast to the bright smile and melodious words he shared with the joyous nobles. . . too pleasant to be considered lethal. gray wings sprawl from his back, his tailored suit built to accommodate the great expanse of feathers he keeps tucked tight to his body. preferring the dancing scenes in the clubs of velaris, abraxas uses this night to reminisce on days at crescent city university ⎯ to ponder whether or not his sunball teammates would have enjoyed this regalia as much as he seemed to be. regardless, abraxas is sure to have some drunken words of praise for everyone.

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as   abraxas   settled   along   the   edge   of   the   sidra,   he   had   to   fight   the   sensation   of   joy   that   filled him.   he   had   been   to   enough   summits   between   prythian   and   midgard   to   know   something   would   likely   go   wrong. and   yet   he   couldn't   stop   a   dizzy   grin   from   curling   the   corners   of   his   lips.   truthfully,   he   would   be   content   to   stay   in   this   very   spot   'til   dawn   broke   over   the   horizon,   erupting   the   darkened   sky   into   a   mix   of   pinks   and   yellows.   he   preferred   that   to   the   oncoming   sight   of   migrating   spirits.

as   she   spoke,   his   arm   tightened   around   her   shoulders,   drawing   her   under   the   shield   of   expansive   gray   wings.   he   intended   to   protect   them   from   the   sight   of   passersby,   gesture   indicating   that   lingering   gazes   were   not   welcomed.   ❝   maybe   you're   right.   i'm   'mother   -   henning'   again,   aren't   i?   ❞   husky   voice   held   a   jesting   tone   as   he   continued,   ❝   what   do   you   think   of   velaris?   ❞

with  an  amused  roll  of  her  eyes,  the  high  fae  does  not  show  an  ounce  of  struggle  as  the  malakh  leans  some  of  his  weight  in  an  effort  to  not  stumble  further.  were  it  not  for  abraxas,  valeria  would  not  have  found  herself  upon  the  streets,  heading  to  the  so  called  clubs  of  velaris  as  music  filtered  out  all  around  them.  the  spymaster  would  have  preferred  to  observe  the  festivities  of  velaris  from  afar,  seeing  how  fae  of  every  court  acted  with  drinks  and  merriment  flowing  in  equal  measure.  but  once  the  commander  put  his  mind  to  ensuring  she  had  fun  and  let  loose,  it  was  very  hard  to  say  no  to  him.  his  mood  was  entirely  infectious  and  years  together  had  made  them  as  thick  as  thieves.

her  dark  gaze  travels  out  to  admire  the  sparkle  that  seems  to  emanate  from  the  sidra.  she  could  admire  the  beauty  of  the  night  court,  remembering  in  readings  she  had  done  about  prythian's  past  that  velaris  had  been  a  hidden  jewel  that  the  night  court had  kept  secret.  valeria  shrugs,  "  we  have  to  give  him  space  to  grow  as  a  leader  in  this  world.  "  the  words  were  far  wiser  than  she  intended  them  to  sound,  evident  that  she  had  not  nearly  drank  enough  as  he  had.  "  perhaps  a  bit,  but  he  did  say  he  wished  for  us  to  enjoy  ourselves.  "

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he dared to think what it must be like to have filomena's position in the court ⎯ dealing in the art of flattery. abraxas would excel, holding an enamored smile to tight lips, desperately attempting to portray some semblance that he belonged in her presence . . . the triiari had truly ruined him. ❝ i do not believe i will retire disappointed. ❞ abraxas returns, making it a point to tuck in his wings, as if suppressing the need to take to the skies at any given moment.

❝ i will try to refrain. but, another secret for us to keep : every view is better from the sky. ❞ / @ofnightcourts

" you flatter me so, " rhaeya says with a grin, her eyes glinting with delight at the sight of abraxas. much like her father, she has a particular interest in those who dawn a set of wings on their back. she knows the illyrian's like the back of her hand, but seeing a malakh in person is an entirely different story in itself. for the nth time tonight, she wonders what it must be like to take flight.

" i hope the night exceeds your expectations, " she replies, turning her attention to the stars above. " i do recommend that you try not to take flight, the stars can get quite messy. but that's a secret between you and i. "