#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 × lord of night ❜

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‘ tolga mendi, cis man, he/him, 32 / 320 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems aydin draven has finally made it to the capital, the lord from the night court is said to be confident and is said to describe themselves with consistent disappointment, decisions made with little thought + a living black sheep and with all of this in mind their sarcastic nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; sibling to the high ruler

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full  name  .  aydin draven

age  .  32  appearance  /  320  actual

sexuality  .  bisexual

occupation  .  lord

species  .  high fae

loyalty  .  the night court

height  .  6'3"

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

(  tw  :  tbh idk he's a jerk  )

second  born  son,  aydin  knew  he  was  the  spare  early  in  his  life.  perhaps  he  put  that  into  his  own  mind,  perhaps  his  environment  made  him  think  it  so.  either  way,  the  lord  was  quick  to  become  a  show  of  nothing,  living  up  to  little  and  earning  the  mantle  of  family  disappointment.  he  grew  distant  from  his  family,  often  far  from  the  house  of  wind  in  velaris  and  living  within  the  court  of  nightmares  instead.  the  hewn  city  welcomed  its  child,  ayden  fitting  in  as  the  type  of  lord  all  believe  the  night  court  to  produce.  he  was  nothing  like  his  family,  arrogant  and  filled  with  an  act  to  cover  up  the  feelings  deep  inside.  

aydin  isn't  a  thinker  in  most  peoples'  minds,  he  seems  more  like  a  reckless  hedonistic  lord  lavishing  in  his  title  than  someone  capable  of  more.  it's  only  slightly  an  act,  he  prefers  to  live  his  life  with  little  worry,  little  thought,  and  certainly  little  drama.  while  aydin  is  plenty  capable  of  playing  the  game,  toying  with  people  and  keeping  his  reputation  as  filthy  as  it  is,  he  doesn't  care  to.  he's  lazy,  impetus,  and  incredibly  stubborn.  a  flirty  little  shit,  he's  certainly  had  a  long  string  of  ex  lovers  and  is  well  known  for  not  being  the  best  at  relationships.

over  all,  aydin  is  cocky,  charming,  and  arrogant  as  hell.  he's  still  a  little  flirty,  but  certainly  not  to  the  point  that  he's  angling  for  anything  romantic.  he  enjoys  stirring  the  pot,  angering  people,  and  annoying  people.  his  words  are  intentionally  careless,  or  intentionally  thought.  sarcasm  is  his  favorite  mode  of  conversation.  he's  the  black  sheep  of  the  dravens,  many  forgetting  he's  even  a  lord  as  he  doesn't  often  share  it.  he  still  lives  within  the  hewn  city  far  more  than  in  velaris,  a  true  nightmare  lord.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on  main  :

other  ideas  :  ex  lovers  /  flings  /  hook  ups  /  friends  with  benefits,  band  of  heathen  friends,  new  friendships  developing  outside  of  the  hewn  city,  people  who  just  absolutely  dislike  him,  people  he  likes  to  piss  off,  really  open  for  a  lot

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 × lord of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 × lord of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 × lord of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 × lord of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 × image ❜

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aydin  chuckles,  because  of  all  his  siblings  eldar  is  the  easiest  to  needle  and  took  it  the  best  way.  the  older  brother  didn't  have  to  filter  his  words,  he  simply  got  to  be  an  ass  and  it  taken  as  a  joke  or  at  least  not  as  an  actual  insult.  he  truly  was  only  teasing  eldar.  "  obviously  it  takes  skill.  "  he  says  with  a  laugh  and  a  roll  of  his  eyes.  the  older  draven  shakes  his  head,  his  brother  has  always  been  an  amusing  one.  "  when  it  means  you  haven't  even  been  to  your  room  yet  –  yes.  "  he  says  easily,  but  in  truth  he's  not  judging  his  brother.  aydin  can't,  and  he  makes  it  clear  in  his  tone  that  there  is  no  disapproval  or  intent  to  incite  shame.  in  truth,  he  doubted  many  would  even  notice  the  draven  lord  wearing  the  same  clothes.  aydin  was  just  an  ass.  "  well  when  you  make  it  so  easy.  "  he  says  with  a  laugh,  grunting  a  bit  and  only  chuckling  more  when  his  brother's  elbow  meets  his  side.  he  is  hungry,  though,  and  breakfast  with  his  brother  does  sound  like  a  good  way  to  spend  it.  aydin  knows  he  needs  to  share  more  time  with  his  siblings,  and  it's  a  good  start.  "  then  we  must  part  after  breakfast,  i  can  only  handle  so  much  in  one  period  of  time.  "  a  tease,  but  a  dark  truth.  aydin  has  never  known  how  to  handle  an  excessive  amount  of  affection.

eldar scowled for a second at his brothers words, before plastering a smile on his face. the one which usually helped him get out of trouble. " aydin! have i ever told you how observant you are ? and just to remind you, yes, that's a compliment, " he spoke and dipped his chin with a smirk. a desperate try to bring the other's attention to something else. " i didn't consider you to be so posh. have you pushed out the law to forbid outfit repeating in the court of nightmares already ? " he teased back, enjoying the banter as much as he was embarrassed to have run into aydin in such an awkward situation. he was not one to shy away from anything though, especially when he was aware the man beside him was in no place to shame him. " now you're simply provoking me. " the male stuck out his elbow to try to hit aydin's side to put some stop to it, but he was also just simply glad to start moving forward. towards something that will keep his stomach from grumbling. " just don't go running out on me and screaming in fear of affection. "

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bulk tag drop

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 × lord of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 × lord of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 × lord of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 × lord of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 × emissary of dawn ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 × emissary of dawn ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 × emissary of dawn ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 × emissary of dawn ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 × high lord of day ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 × high lord of day ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 × high lord of day ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 × high lord of day ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬 × spymaster of summer, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬 × spymaster of summer, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬 × spymaster of summer, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬 × spymaster of summer, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧 × high lady of winter ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧 × high lady of winter ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧 × high lady of winter ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧 × high lady of winter ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚 × lady of dawn ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐫𝐢 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚 × lady of dawn ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐫𝐢 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚 × lady of dawn ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐫𝐢 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚 × lady of dawn ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐫𝐢 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐬𝐬 × general of dusk ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐬𝐬 × general of dusk ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐬𝐬 × general of dusk ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐬𝐬 × general of dusk ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤 × general of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤 × general of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤 × general of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤 × general of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧 × lord & third in command of spring ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐚 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧 × lord & third in command of spring ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐚 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧 × lord & third in command of spring ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐚 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧 × lord & third in command of spring ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐚 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐱 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 × lady in wait of autumn ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐱 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐱 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 × lady in wait of autumn ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐱 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐱 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 × lady in wait of autumn ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐱 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐱 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 × lady in wait of autumn ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐱 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐮 × lady of dusk ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐮 × lady of dusk ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐮 × lady of dusk ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐮 × lady of dusk ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫 × lady of summer ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫 × lady of summer ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫 × lady of summer ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫 × lady of summer ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 × lady of spring ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 × lady of spring ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 × lady of spring ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 × lady of spring ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞 × spymaster of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞 × spymaster of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞 × spymaster of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞 × spymaster of night ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 × image ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐧 × general of gaea ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐧 × general of gaea ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐧 × general of gaea ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐧 × general of gaea ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 × image ❜

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aydin  always  fought  this  internal  battle  when  he  saw  his  siblings.  his  relationship  with  each  one  was  so  vastly  different  it  was  almost  as  if  they'd  grown  up  in  completely  different  places,  and  perhaps  they  had.  but  taylan,  his  baby  sister,  she  always  found  the  softest  parts  of  him.  she  seemed  to  pull  them  out  as  well,  making  him  less  like  their  father  in  the  few  moments  he  shared  her  space.  "  i  think  this  is  unlike  anything  i  have  seen  before.  the  people  seem  happy  to  share,  and  to  come  together.  "  he  says  easily,  glancing  around,  eyes  slowing  each  time  he  saw  a  happy  group  of  people,  or  some  of  the  fae  he  knew.

there   wasn't   another   inner   circle   spot   that   would   have   suited   the   youngest   draven.   likely   that   she   would   have   settled   for   being   a   lady   in   the   night   court   had   she   not   been   offered   her   position   in   the   inner   circle.   "thank   you."   she   smiled   softly   at   her   older   brother.   taylan   took   after   their   mother   more   than   she   had   her   father,   but   she'd   always   been   the   more   gentle   and   sweet   girl   of   the   draven   family.   "how   are   you   enjoying   the   festivities?"

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he  shouldn't  love  it,  but  he  does.  the  redness  of  their  skin  is  far  more  enticing  than  it  should  be,  and  he  nearly  wishes  it  to  go  away  purely  to  stop  the  temptation  that  it  demands  from  him.  but  he  manages  only  to  encourage  it,  selfish  for  the  blissful  torture  of  all  they  seem  to  manage.  is  it  planned  or  by  luck  ?  he  can't  be  sure,  but  imalda  certainly  has  managed  to  do  something  to  the  nightmare  lord  that  none  other  had  yet.  "  your  confidence  is  beautiful,  but  i  won't  judge  you  for  admitting  you  are  incorrect  about  what  makes  me  think  of  you.  "  they  were  beautiful  too,  but  he  doesn't  share  that.  surely  they  already  know,  and  the  draven  flirted  entirely  different.  the  title  spoken  nearly  pulls  a  groan  from  his  lips,  he  hates  it.  "  aydin.  please,  just  aydin.  "  his  whispered  request  is  a  prayer,  one  he's  not  even  sure  they  will  allow  him.  he  smirks,  and  tilts  his  head  as  his  eyes  remain  on  their  frame.  "  i've  been  accused  of  many  things,  love,  but  i  promise  the  way  i'm  speaking  to  you  has  an  entirely  different  reason  than  the  status  of  your  birth.  "  he  could  care  less  about  the  blood  in  one's  veins,  but  he  was  treating  them  different.  there  was  a  magnetic  pull  he  couldn't  deny  when  he  was  near  them,  and  the  way  they  replied  to  each  word  he  offered  unafraid  of  insulting  him.  it  was  the  type  of  poison  he  ran  to,  keen  on  self  destructing  beneath  the  beautiful  torture  of  their  words.  aydin's  smirk  doesn't  fade,  but  he  does  lean  down,  so  his  lips  ghost  near  their  ear.  "  i'll  be  happy  to  share  it  with  you  and  more,just  say  the  word.  "  because  that  magnetic  pull  also  demands  his  body  closer  to  their  own,  and  it  was  far  too  delicious  to  deny  how  much  he  enjoyed  the  way  they  reacted  to  him  as  well.

( 𐫱 ) 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. they  should  step  away,  they  should  leave  this  situation.  whatever  it  is.  they  do  not  want  kalore  to  believe  them  loyal  to  someone  else,  much  less  a  member  of  the  same  high  family  he  despises.  that  imalda  is  also  supposed  to  despise,  and  has,  without  question,  for  quite  some  time.  feelings  complicate  things,  sensing  the  desire  of  touching  their  hair,  how  they  wished  to  see  if  his  coarse  darkness  tasted  the  same  as  their  own.  every  swallow  aches,  and  settles  in  their  stomach,  and  sets  them  afloat.  full  lips  parting.  “never  in  my  life.” the  statement  could  continue,  but  the  sentiments  falter.  never  in  my  life  have  i  met  a  man  as  brazen  as  you;  never  in  my  life  have  i  been  spoken  to  like  this.  and  would  they  enjoy  this  attention  from  another?  (  no.  )  “lord  draven.” as  though  attempting  to  put  status  between  them  —  when  it  doesn't  have  to  matter  —  “must  you  make  my  being  so  wrong  so  impossible  to  deal  with?  nay.  you  are  impossible  to  deal  with.  would  you  speak  to  me  like  this  if  i  was  higher  born?”  it  feels  like  one  of  those  frail  things,  a  small  shield  to  thrust  in  front  of  them  to  prevent  the  burn  from  overtaking  them.  “if  i  were  so  brash  as  you,  i  would  ask  for  this  list.” and  they  are  curious.  too  curious.  rooted  to  the  spot,  with  chin  arched,  unable  to  back  down  from  the  dare  of  each  other  to  come  closer.

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aydin  had  changed  in  the  time  since  he  last  saw  his  brother.  the  story  he  created  of  why  they  were  so  distant  in  his  mind  being  chipped  away  by  the  facts  he  was  presented  with.  by  the  laughter  he  shared  with  eldar  as  they  ate,  by  the  softness  pulled  from  his  soul  when  he  spoke  to  taylan,  and  by  the  warmth  in  his  chest  when  he  saw  his  nephew.  his  demons  were  glaring,  but  none  were  his  brother.  ihsahn  had  just  become  the  face  that  aydin  put  everything  on,  the  creature  he  ran  from  as  he  found  solace  in  the  hewn  city.  he  had  always  been  skilled  at  nightmare  magic,  but  there  he  flourished,  embraced  it,  and  it  became  a  title  he'd  never  planned  to  keep.  to  add  to  it,  the  draven  family  had  never  really  ventured  to  the  nightmare  court.  the  vacancy  had  allows  aydin  to  make  his  home  there,  to  solidify  himself  atop  the  pyramid  of  the  dangerous  city.

aydin  snorts,  "  leave  it  to  me  to  find  a  baby  adorable.  "  he'd  not  expected  it  either,  and  it's  why  he  doesn't  bite  back  at  the  use  of  a  title  he'd  never  even  asked  for.  the  approval  though,  ihsahn  agreeing  that  aydin  should  see  the  new  little  lord  more,  it  settles  in  his  chest  alongside  all  the  things  bubbling  up.

and  then  the  offer  comes,  and  aydin  finds  himself  surprised  and  yet  not.  "  it's  –  "  he  stops,  does  he  really  have  the  space  to  tell  his  brother  how  his  own  court  runs  ?  yes.  he  does.  "  it's  not  that  easy.  the  hewn  city  is  madness  barely  controlled.  i  may  hate  it,  but  i'm  also  one  of  the  few  forces  there  keeping  it  from  truly  being  a  living  nightmare.  "  he  didn't  tell  many  people  this,  and  he  didn't  know  how  his  brother  would  take  it  either.  "  but  i  should  like  to  visit  home  more.  "  he  adds  softly,  almost  as  if  it  will  be  rejected  despite  what  his  brother  had  just  offered.

𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱, 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰 as his younger brother shifts in his presence — like a presence clawing at softness, denying himself that which he truly wishes to say. it occurs to ihsahn that they both share this broken perspective, this imposter syndrome, this narrative that they don't deserve happiness, freedom, peace. if the high lord had let the whispers of his illyrian brothers strangle and hold him fast, had not broken the cage of lies built around him, he would be just the same. it was willingness that changed him — willingness to see a better life for himself, to accept a new path and the thorns and bramble that lined the thicket between who he was and who he's becoming. as vengeful as his spirit had once been, becoming a husband and father had kept that part of him in check, groomed it into something less rabid. if he held the torch now, perhaps aydin would follow the light back to him. ihsahn sees the opening, and takes it not with talons but with both hands.

❝ i'm surprised, ❞ he chuckles, a velvetine sound. ❝ i wouldn't expect that from the nightmare lord — ❞ but there's no sardonic tilt to his lips, just an honest smile. ❝ but i'm glad to hear that you've spent time with azrael. he'll only benefit from the presence of his uncle in his life. ❞ an olive branch he extends openly.

aydin doesn't lash back at his comment, and it seals the deal. ihsahn's wings lower, his shoulders relax. ❝ if you hate it there so much, come to velaris. there's more than enough room for you at the house. pick a room, hell, pick a house, and it's yours. i'll see it done. ❞ ihsahn can already feel the sting of rejection, but he offers it anyway, reaches out further.