#{ darkslautr }

[wickedpeachie]

@darkslautr

She sees him before he catches a glimpse of her, and she isn't entirely sure he knows its her when she's already flinging herself into his chest. The bag hanging off her arm slips into the crook of her elbow, but Elain is pulling back just enough to look up at him. "Hi" She mumbles breathlessly, her cheeks tinted pink that is clearly not from her blush. She might of been pacing, or running, or flustered; and maybe a bit of all three. It's their first time face to face since the whole text message issue, and honestly? She's a little nervous. She wants to apologize in person, but blurting it out right now felt...well like it wasn't the right time. She knew she had feelings for Azriel, but she hadn't realized how deep until her stomach dropped at the idea of them breaking it off. It had frozen her, the sudden thought of not seeing him again; or hearing his laugh. It'd been so long since she'd last been in a relationship...she hadn't realized that's what she wanted until it had almost slipped from her fingers. "The stuff for Dusk came in" She heaved the bag up, but her gaze is searching his. "I'm not really sure how to build it...so that might be a task for you." He had mentioned dinner, but considering they'd both gotten off work...she wasn't entirely sure if he'd wanted to go through with it. "Are you still okay with dinner tonight? I can cook?" Not well, but she could manage to pull something together.

[defygrav1ty]

🌷 starter for @darkslautr.

❝ what do you mean you've never done this before? nesta told me about the sacred snowball fight tradition, and the...particular choice of cool down ritual that takes place afterwards. ❞ gwyn's voice lowers with each word she vocalizes, her cheeks pink not just by the cold, but by the sinful image of azriel without clothes plastered in her mind. the redhead shakes it off like snow dust, before continuing to tease, ❝ i don't suppose you mean you've never fought in the snow with a girl... ❞ gwyn trails, a mischievous smile widening as she rounds out a ball of snow behind her back, before throwing it at rocket-speed. ❝ because i'd find that incredibly sexist, and that'd be very disappointing, azriel. i didn't take you for just any illyrian male. ❞ she hoped she'd guessed right which buttons to push, and that the mother would forgive her for being so selfish as to trick him into spending time with her.

[bryxxis]

“I refuse to go back in that dark, dreadful place for you and your high lords comfort!” Rage. It was one of the many emotions the beast was far too familiar with. “He sends you and your shadows here in a poor attempt at intimidation? I welcome darkness, shadow singer and you’re dripping with it,” she hissed. “It’s going to take more than some dagger and darkness to lure me back to that hell hole.” She finished her wine, looking around the dark pub. “If you wish to cause a scene i am in search of my next meal. That drunken idiot over there could be enjoyed right here.” Hand slammed against the table as she rose from her seat.

@darkslautr

[oakthcrn]

Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!

AW thank you!!!

[behrdara]

"tell me a happy memory."

voice is a soft hum, fingers keep on weaving the bracelet with utmost care. she wonders if he notices her dragging out the task she's focusing on. gwyneth can weave a bracelet in a few seconds, her lithe fingers are perfect for the delicate yet quick motions of braiding them. her grandmother was quite proficient at weaving water plants, or so the story goes.

"just one. i don't really enjoy doing this in silence," she wants him to speak, to open up. she's gotten used to chatting loudly with emerie and nesta while braiding bracelets. the silence bothers her, leaves her with too many thoughts, "i'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." @darkslautr

[lunarfey]

Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!

HANNAH ILYSM

[soiltouched]

💐

Send 💐 to bring my muse flowers.

Potting, planting, pruning. It's been an ongoing daily business for Elain, now that all of her carefully cultivated blooms have started to emerge. She works the soil with her bare hands especially since the gift of gardening gloves being imposed upon her because it quite literally grounds her, reminds her that there is still solid earth underneath her feet, that she is still present in her body and still very much alive. Reminders of the ground not being completely swept away from underneath her have been a pattern since their father lost their wealth and status, but the need to reaffirm she's alive? A result of her dip into the Cauldron.

Some days, she wonders if she's ever really left the Cauldron, if she's not a phantom haunting the premises, her body yet to be uncovered. But the grains of sand rolling over the softness of her skin, the smell of the flowers and the moisture of the soil seeping into the pads of her fingers until they wrinkle like prunes, they all serve as a reminder that she is, in fact, here and corporeal.

And so is Azriel. The moment she stands up, basket full of bulbs and a few small pots of seedlings hanging from her arm, she pivots---straight into the hardness of the Shadowsinger's body. She gasps, taken aback both by his presence -which she should have heard or Seen coming, but did not- as well as her proximity to him. It takes her a moment to notice the flowers in his hand, but when she does, her expression softens, as though he's melted something in her. The conscious effort, the assortment that fits her preferences, there's nothing she appreciates more. Well, perhaps the male himself, but that's another story altogether.

She quietly accepts the bouquet, her fingers brushing past his a little longer than she'd intended, and she ducks her head as a blush creeps to her cheeks.

"Thank you."

A moment of silence, but a question remains up in the air, and she takes a deep breath before voicing it, almost breathlessly, whilst dragging her gaze back up to his, inquisitive eyes studying his features for a reaction.

"Have you...been observing me? These complement the flowers in my garden perfectly."

[ofanswereddreams]

It’s been so long since he’s seen his brothers - or anyone in his family - that Rhysand is half-worried that neither of them will speak to him. He knows their love for him, their brotherhood, isn't that weak or shallow, but he also knows that he's probably pushed it to its breaking point now.

Still, as he races down Highway 35 on his Harley, Rhys can't help but smile. This feeling of freedom, with the wind whipping past his face, blowing his raven curls all over the place. The thrill of flying down the blacktop, hugging every curve of the road. It's been almost three years since he's been on his bike, and he isn't sure how he went so long without it. Just add this to the long list of "never again" lessons that he's recently learned.

He pulls off the highway into the parking lot of a weathered wooden building, with the name Windhaven marked in neon letters over the doorway. It's just before lunch on a Sunday, so the place is quite crowded. He didn't exactly check with Azriel or Cassian about their whereabouts before he left the city. He's merely assuming they'll be here with the rest of the Illyrians, because it was their habit three years ago when he actually acted like their brother. Although he's not a member of the biker gang, Rhys does enjoy riding with them sometimes, when he's not away for business on the weekends or otherwise occupied.

After parking his bike and tossing the keys into the inner pocket of his black leather jacket, Rhys strides through the front door of the bar and looks around for @ofbloodshcd and @darkslautr. To his relief, he spies them across the room, near the dart boards. His heart begins to pound in his chest. What can he even say to them after all this time? He has a few seconds to think about it as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and ambles across the room. By the time he's standing behind them both, he hasn't thought of anything clever to say, so the words just tumble out of him. "Long time no see," he drawls, trying to maintain some of his carefully cultivated nonchalance. "I ah... broke up with Amarantha. Thought I should come tell you guys in person."

[r1orson]

[ X A D E N R I O R S O N ]

[ath1e]

[ H U N T A T H A L A R ]

* independent, currently reading hosab

[nightwinked]

PINNED POST TBA - independent sideblog for RHYSAND

[starwinked]

&* i don't know what's got its TEETH in me, but i'm about to BITE back in ANGER

[fleurthorned]

  ❝ don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you j o y . ❞

[crownednight]

how is your soul perceived?

the kindred spirit

your soul is like a mirror for others to find their own beauty. you see the best in people and you strive to bring it out in them. you draw all sorts of people to yourself and you make them feel seen. but who sees you? you try so hard to take care of everyone else, watering everyone else's garden until there's nothing left for your own flowers. when will you fight for your own heart as strongly as you try to nurture others?

tagged by: @siphonedshadow my love

tagging: @worthyheir , @darkslautr , @unbeleveable , you !

[soiltouched]

I’ve tried to hide it, but my heart betrays me every time you’re near—I’m completely, hopelessly in love with you."

"I---"

Words escape her, as does her breath, for the time being. She simply stands there, captivated in the moment, as though the world around her revolves, but she's come to a complete stand-still. Her eyes glaze over and she can feel herself drift away from her body for the briefest moment, until she wills herself back into the present. The fingers on the hand that once bore an iron engagement ring clench and unclench, as though she's just remembered something, and she looks at him with wary eyes.

She's a dreamer. Has always been. But she's traveled a long, harsh road since her time of childhood dreams, and if she's learned anything by now, it's that nothing hurts quite as much as having your those very dreams crushed before you. And that's exactly what she feels will happen to her heart, which, in spite of all the harshness surrounding her has managed to remain gentle, kind...if he's toying with her.

But then...to what end? Two things click together in her mind at that moment; for one, she cannot possibly think of any reason why he would do such a thing to her, and secondly, and perhaps most prominently...somewhere deep down inside, a glowing ember that she has been ignoring in protection of her daydreamer's heart, roars ablaze with a fire that has, perhaps, been there from the very beginning. And she knows, then, that the feelings are reciprocated.

She takes a step forward, but feels so unsteady on her feet with his revelation that she instinctively reaches out for him, hands finding solace against the wall that is his chest. She knows. She knows. And it's all she really needs to close the distance between them, fingers curling into his leathers so she can push herself up on the tips of her toes in order to draw him in for a kiss. She kisses him for as long as her legs will possibly keep her in that position, only tearing her lips away from his when her muscles begin to protest and she's out of breath from the intensity of it all, upon which she takes one of his hands in both of hers, tracing gentle lines along the scars that cover them, eyes not yet meeting his for fear of feeling to deeply, as she always has.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that..."

[dievines]

DIEVINES ; an independent blog for elain archeron, sideblog to @darkslautr what did the cauldron give you, sweet child?

elain is headcanon based and canon divergent.

FACTS:

elain smells of jasmine and honey

she enjoys gardening and putting in the hard work it takes to see something flourish and grow.

POWERS ; ABILITIES:

SEER: Seers are faeries that have the ability to predict the future with visions and images. Seers are very rare and can have visions that help them predict the future, see the past, and view the present.

Healing Magic: faeries with healing magic can heal an array of injuries and can restore.

HEADCANONS:

oo1. elain does not steal anything from the cauldron but it GIVES her abilities she does not first understand. the first ability it gives her is when she becomes a SEER.

the second ability is given from the bloodline of the crochan witches - her heart is benevolent and brave, much like the line of witches.

elain has healing magic and with her herbs she grows in the garden, she can heal and help many ailments. this is not found out until much longer, which has her feeling guilty she could not have helped feyre as much through her pregnancy. however, she is grateful for how it played out because her sisters found that link between them they had been lacking. her magic is peaceful, sweet, and cooling - much like madja. she begins taking lessons from the kind healer.