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ALEXANDRA VALSPAR + BACKGROUND HISTORY !!    —– part 3 / ??

            Tears streamed down the immortal’s face, stinging the dirt streaked flesh of her cheeks as she held onto the dark haired Roman in her arms for dear life. They were both fallen to the earth before the Great Alder Tree, a mess of limbs that had forgotten how to move. The grit of the soil mixed with her burnt wounds from where they’d shackled her with iron. Her lips, dried and cracked after her captivity, repeatedly kissed the top of his head as whispered apologies went unheard by the crazed creature her Samael had become. Not that it mattered; words weren’t enough to apologize for what she had done to him. She had been so naïve – such an insipid fool – and now they were both paying the price.

“This is the only way it could have ended, Alexandra.” A honeyed voice washed against her tired mind, draining what remained of her reserve and blinding her with rage. A set of knuckles brushed along her temple, soothing away the hair that had matted there. “Look at what your selfishness has wrought.”

Bloodshot eyes narrowed as the blonde lifted her head to glare at her mother, every ounce of anger and hatred burning in her irises. This was the woman that had given birth to her; the one that was supposed to love her unconditionally. Instead, Mortencia had taken everything from her and, fool that she was, Alexandra had let her.

All she had ever wanted was to be loved.

“What will become of him?” The fae asked with what remained of her voice, a shaking hand caressing the dark hair beneath her fingertips. He wasn’t dead, but she all but felt that might have been a greater blessing. His flesh was taut over his bones and, like some emaciated creature, his every feature was sunken and hollow. It was her grip on him that kept him from trembling and howling as he had been before.

“He will continue his descent into madness,” her mother responded with a disinterested wave of her hand. “Humans are beautiful for a time, but it is only skin deep and even that withers. Your soldier – your Samael has had our fruit and our wine, he has danced in our circle and now we have cast him out. The depravity of the body is nothing compared to the depravity within, child. Never again will he be able to eat mortal food; never again will he know joy. You have done more to make this man suffer than I ever could. Your love is indeed a potent weapon, Alexandra.”

“You did this!” She argued, her shoulders shaking from the force of her assertion and rattling the creature in her arms. “I would never! I didn’t – I couldn’t do this to him.”

“Do not blame me for your mistakes, child. I have no vendetta against this man.” Mortencia sneered at the creature in something very akin to disgust. “In fact, as far as I am concerned, his only fault was in loving you.” She lowered herself to the ground, crouching just this once to whisper in her daughter’s ear. “Without you, he would still be happy and whole. Who is the true evil Alexandra, the monster or the one who creates it?”

The tears flowed freely as sob after sob wracked the girl’s broken frame. She shut her eyes tightly, rocking back and forth as she willed the entire horrid nightmare to end.

“I didn’t mean to,” she whispered the hoarse and cracked words into Samael’s hair as his hands began to claw fervently at her sides. Perhaps her pain riled him or he’d managed to catch a second breath of wretched life. She cradled him to her chest, attempting to soothe him even as her world crumbled around her. “I didn’t mean to hurt him. I only ever wanted –“

“What?” her mother interjected with a snort of derision. “You wanted to be loved, is that it? Oh child, don’t be ridiculous! Who in their right mind could ever love a pathetic little thing like you?”

“He did,” she argued feebly.

“Yes, and look where that got him.” Mortencia stood up then, rising back to her full and towering height as she regarded her daughter. “Fortunately for you I am of a generous nature.”

“You’ll save him?”

“I have a present for you,” she sidestepped before beckoning one of the guardsmen to her side, “a late birthday present, if you will. With this gift you may keep his soul from further torment.”

Alexandra sniffed, blinking her swollen eyes as she attempted to focus on the glistening black box thrust before her face. Perhaps wrongly, a flutter of hope coiled within the pit of her stomach as the gift was offered to her. Slowly, almost tentatively, she removed one of her hands from Samael’s quaking form to open the lid. Lying there on a bed of velvet was the ugliest weapon she’d had the misfortune of laying eyes upon; a twisted dagger as dark as a starless night.

“What am I to do with this?” She was loathe to even touch it, but her fingers wrapped around the hilt all the same. It was deceptively light in her hand.

“What does one usually do with daggers, child?”

“I don’t understand, how is that supposed to help –“ Realization crashed upon her in brutal waves, a sharp cry escaping her parched lips as she glared at her mother in disbelief. How could she ask her to do such a thing?

“Stop being selfish, Alexandra.” The Queen of the Unseelie shook her head in exasperation. “You have but two options. You may keep your Samael as he is and allow him to fall further into his madness until he is a creature beyond recognition or name or you may thrust that dagger into his heart and keep his soul exactly as you know it and end this torment. There is no other choice.”

She could not look at her mother, instead her gaze trailed between the dagger and the poor unfortunate soul in her arms. Alexandra would not be happy with either choice, but if she could bring peace to the man she had ruined – if she could save him, then it seemed only right to sacrifice her happiness in favor of his soul.

Alexandra had always been the one destined to become a monster.

Her body shifted, moving so that she was on her knees as she raised Samael’s chin towards her face.  It hurt to see his once lively blue eyes overtaken by a lifeless and sunken black and her hand trembled as she caressed his cheek.

“I love you,” she whispered the words between her tears as she rested her forehead against his. “It will never be enough to say that I’m sorry for all the wrong that my affection has caused or the great injustice I have done you. You were everything and I greedily robbed you of the vitality that I admired so much within you. If I had known – If I had just thought – I would have – I never –“ Her words were broken by a miserable sob that threatened to rob her of the sparse bit of air remaining in her lungs. Everything hurt too much, the unbearable weight of the world building on her small shoulders.

“Alexandra…” The name was croaked from too thin lips and she all but wished she had just imagined it. The agony was written plainly in his gaunt face.

“Shh, I’m here,” she soothed – moving her hand to cradle the back of his neck as she tightened her grip on the dagger in the other. “It’ll all be over soon, my love. I’m sorry – I’m so sorry, Samael.”

“End his torment,” the cruel voice of her mother echoed behind her. “Thrust the dagger and keep his soul from the same fate as his body. It is the only way.”

“Alexandra…”

“Shh, don’t speak.” Her lips brushed against his, bitter and salted from her tears. The fae brought her hand holding the dagger closer to his chest, poised and waiting. “You’ll be safe soon, I promise; safe from the pain…and from me.”

Alexandra crushed her lips against his, drowning out her own cries with the fervor of her embrace as she thrust the glinting metal into the cavern of his chest. She held him closely to her, cradling him in those last moments as his life’s blood seeped into her clothing and covered her flesh. She was stained by the warm crimson and the vague notion that she’d never bathe it away flittered through her fractured mind. She would carry the stain with her always.

“I love you,” she whispered again against his pale dead lips. “I love you. I love you.” The mantra became hysterical as she pulled the dagger from his chest, throwing it to the ground before holding onto him with both of her arms as the tears drowned her. While she prayed for death to take her as well, to rip her from this terrible reality, she all but missed her mother’s words.

“Leave her there, if her grief doesn’t kill her --- perhaps the iron will.”

If only the girl had been so lucky.

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ALEXANDRA VALSPAR + BACKGROUND HISTORY !!    —– part 2 / ??

                         THE WINTER COURT is a realm of haunting beauty bathed in the incandescence of an eternal winter. Its inhabitants are the overlooked, the shadow creatures and the free spirited. Unwilling to abide by the Summer Court’s pompous codes of honor and chivalry, these people are the personification of every vice you’ve ever heard of and even some that you haven’t. Ruled by King Dresden and his Queen, Mortencia, they are a court that enjoys the finer things in life and lavishes riches upon themselves. And yet, they are also brutal and relentless in their pursuits.

Ambition, after all, is a harsh master.

Their population is set up in a sort of caste system, where those that can take on the appearance of a human reign at the top while those who cannot use Glamour fall to the bottom. The Winter Court is home to several different species of Fae - many of whom have been exiled from the Summer Courts or make up those that have made it into mythology as creatures that go bump in the night.

The heart of the Winter realm is wrought with political intrigue and schemes, but still maintains order. There is a way of things that has not been disturbed since Oberon and Dresden first murdered their father to split the Tuatha De Danann and the kingdom of Tir na Nog. So this order has remained. However, on the outskirts of the kingdom, just before the borders of the other realms, it is complete and total chaos. Mostly, this is where the goblins and brownies hide, and the ancient shadow creatures whisper from the trees.

It is a place of contradictions - a home of harsh reality as well as the burning need for more. These are a people known for being everything you’ve ever wanted, and everything you don’t. It’s easy to become swept up in their games, but be careful you might just lose your head.

When choosing between the Winter and Summer courts, you might do well to ask: Would you rather be stabbed in the chest or in the back? Either way, you’re unlikely to leave unscathed.

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Alexandra is a specist. She’s not nearly as bad with humans as she is with vampires, but rest assured, she does not and likely will not see you as an equal unless you’re a true immortal. With mortals, it’s more of a thing where she finds them fascinating but it’s vital to remind herself that they basically have the lifespan of house pets to her. With vampires, it runs a bit deeper than that. She’s a firm believer that what’s dead should stay dead ( for many, many deeply personal reasons that I’ll get into later ) and she’s none too happy with their penchant for getting fang happy for fae blood either. Do not be surprised if you see her refer to vampires as leeches.

Speaking of house pets, she has a chocolate Cocker Spaniel named Il Valentino.

Allie is a fan of cars and owns several. Her favorite is a blood red 1957 Jaguar Roadster.

She’s not religious, but she does recognize the existence of other gods, goddesses, etc. In short, she’s too old and been through too much to consider prayer good for the soul or worth more than a sore throat.

While she drinks whiskey regularly, it’s not possible for her to get drunk off of mortal liquor. She just likes the burn of it. If you’d like to get drunk with Allie, do ask about Faery wine. While you can’t drink it inside a Fae Realm without dire to fatal consequences, you can drink it in the mortal realm for a delightfully trippy experience.

The fae have a caste system, don’t ask her if she has wings. Wings are for things like pixies, who are servants and lower on the totem pole. Allie can Glimmer from place to place.

Allie cannot lie, but like every other fae in the book, she’s learned to twist the truth.

Allie is a firm practitioner of the ‘Want. Take. Have.’ lifestyle and is not in the habit of denying herself life’s simple pleasures. That being said, if you want to have an actual fulfilling and deep relationship with Allie, you’re going to have a long long road ahead of you. She’s still in love with a memory.

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Does Allie have any children? In any of her verses?

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….So, idk if I got this message before I went on hiatus or after I revamped. lol But, to answer this question either way – Allie has the potential to have at least two children. One biological and one adopted. Initially, I gave her an adopted summer court changeling named Aisling, but bc someone graciously played that character for me once upon a time and I still adore them, I’m a bit iffy about continuing that train of thought in Allie’s plot. That’s not to say that I wouldn’t be willing to plot with someone if they were interested in breathing life into another adopted child.

As for her biological child, if you read my bio for her, Allie actually becomes pregnant from her one night with Samael and ultimately loses her child bc of the iron in her system. What I don’t talk about is the possibility that the Erlking had everyone lie to Allie and the truth is that her child actually survived. In any case ( living or miscarried ), this child is a boy and she’s named him Cassander.

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ALEXANDRA VALSPAR + BACKGROUND HISTORY !!    ----- part 1 / ??

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