#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐬𝐬 × general of dusk ❜

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closed for : @n1ghtsongs @liuyan @crxssdhearts

he  was  hardly  the  person  most  would  desire  to  see  at  present,  he's  too  busy  trying  to  figure  out  why  it's  so  damned  hot  and  where  in  the  seven  hells  they  are.  why  had  the  dark  mother  let  them  be  taken  from  their  home  ?  too  many  questions,  and  a  newly  bonded  dragon  flying  overhead  sharing  that  it  was  chaos  no  matter  where  you  were.  '  see  if  we  are  in  yet  another  bubble.  '  he  offers  the  young  drake.  steps  behind  him  cause  the  general  to  tense,  "  it's  quite  a  move  to  approach  another  from  behind.  "  he  says,  not  too  rudely,  but  not  too  welcoming  either.

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evander  doesn't  shrug,  he  doesn't  really  give  much  away  at  all.  he's  been  nothing  much  other  than  stone  when  it  came  to  the  mainland  fae  and  interacting  with  them.  "  no  offense  taken.  "  he  really  didn't  care  enough  to  be  offended,  the  annoyance  in  his  body  was  a  constant  and  not  really  grown  just  from  one  action.  at  least  they  stopped  blaming  the  dusk  fae  for  locking  them  all  here.  "  you're  more  than  welcome  to  arrange  a  time  to  use  the  training  grounds  for  such  things,  the  other  generals  have  been  as  well.  "  because  he  wasn't  a  total  asshole.  "  have  you  seen  the  grounds  yet  ?  "  he  doesn't  sit,  he  might  be  offering  to  show  the  other  the  way.

☆ﾟ*·ﾟELIAS LIFTED HIS head again after grabbing the paper from the other's hands. "sorry. just throwing ideas out. didn't mean to offend," he explained. the ideas weren't necessarily ones that could cause trouble, but the other was right. he probably shouldn't have been doing this in a public place if he really didn't want others to see. "it's not all that important. just training strategies. i apologize. did you want to sit?" elias asked, starting to clear up some of the papers.

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closed for members of the dusk inner circle + high lord

evander  doesn't  get  along  with  new  people  often,  much  less  an  influx  of  them  from  lands  they'd  been  told  were  filled  with  nothing  but  rude  and  selfish  creatures.  he'd  since  soothed  some  of  those  thoughts,  but  that  didn't  mean  he  liked  talking  to  them  either.  it's  why  he's  not  upset  when  another  sits  beside  him  in  one  of  the  more  private  dining  areas,  a  fae  he  knows.  "  the  mainlanders  seem  quite  bothered.  "  ev  observes,  he  was  too.  this  boy  king  would  be  a  problem,  he  just  knew  it.

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closed for : @ethercvl

guilt  had  been  eating  him  alive  for  weeks  now,  but  evander  would  do  anything  to  protect  his  children.  even  still,  the  minimal  amount  of  information  he  offered  was  enough  to  make  the  general  question  everything,  question  if  he'd  be  released  from  his  position  because  he'd  not  told  his  high  lord.  arguably,  there  were  far  more  important  things  to  discuss  now,  but  the  moment  he  sees  yijun  he  finds  both  relief  and  concern.  "  my  lord.  "  he  greets,  emotion  in  his  voice  for  once  but  even  then  still  a  shade  compared  to  what  he  feels.  "  are  you  well  ?  "  stars  knew  what  the  magic  might  have  done  to  others.

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EVANDER — you find yourself summoned by the king by a letter in a white envelope bearing his wax seal, delivered in secret. it arranges a meeting time that you must follow, and your personal feelings and court tensions ( and risk of treason ) ensure that you attend. you are asked by king kabir to act as a spy on his behalf. you are required to take notes of what your courts, the lords within them, and any fae close to you are doing. how they feel about him, who is truly loyal to the gaean seat. there is no choice in this matter; he threatens something you hold dear to make sure you cannot refuse.

evander  nearly  throws  the  paper  away,  no  care  for  the  boy  king  or  anything  of  prythian.  but  the  undertone  causes  concern,  and  the  last  thing  he  wants  is  to  be  seen  as  uncooperative.  why  was  this  child  not  meeting  with  yijun  ?  thoughts  aside,  and  perhaps  better  judgement  aside,  the  general  of  the  dusk  court  attends  the  meeting. evander  is  on  edge  the  entire  time,  and  it  only  increases  as  the  king  speaks.  this  child,  simmering  with  power  that  he  should  not  possess  and  a  dark  gleam  in  his  eyes  that  no  child  should  know.  evander  can  feel  every  fiber  of  his  being  burning,  anger  taking  over  logic.  thank  the  dark  mother  he  possesses  the  ability  to  keep  his  mouth  shut.  evander  holds  no  loyalty  to  this  king,  to  this  child,  but  the  threat  is  made  very  clearly.  his  children's  lives  are  on  the  line. and  so  the  general  stares  at  the  child  before  him,  eyes  burning  with  hatred  and  anger,  little  else,  and  he  offers  the  curtest  of  nods.  he  does  not  bow  to  this  fucking  kid.  "  no  harm  had  better  find  my  children.  "  it's  all  he  offers  before  spinning  on  his  heel  and  storming  out,  seething  mad.

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closed for @n1ghtsongs (tanvir); continued from here

evander  snorts,  actual  amusement  from  the  general  who  most  seemed  to  think  incapable  of  humor.  it  was  far  more  true  that  he  simply  didn't  relax  around  most  people  to  feel  it,  but  he'd  long  since  warmed  up  to  the  members  of  the  inner  circle  to  be  more  himself  and  less  what  people  expected  of  the  dusk  general.  "  hmm,  i  would  say  our  free  hospitality,  but  i  heard  several  complaining  at  breakfast  the  other  day.  "  ungrateful,  selfish,  needy.  he  knew  not  all  were  like  this  but  the  bulk  had  proven  to  fit  the  categories  respectively  and  it  made  him  less  inclined  to  be  kind.  "  from  what  i've  gathered  they  never  liked  the  monarchy  to  begin  with,  this  is  just  another  thing  to  whine  about.  "  which  was  grating  on  his  nerves.  he  didn't  like  it  either  but  it  was  hardly  the  first  thing  he  chose  to  talk  about  each  interaction  he  had.  "  perhaps  our  pretty  skies  ?  "  offers  evander.

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for @shvdwscng ( aurora ); continued from here.

"  i  fear  they  are  already  our  troubles.  "  he  parrots.  evander  would  have  loved  to  not  care,  to  let  the  mainlanders  concern  themselves  with  their  own  affairs  and  not  harm  his  court.  they  were  not  so  lucky.  he  sighs,  relaxing  as  he's  learned  there  is  no  hope  at  not  having  a  conversation  with  aurora  and  she  wasn't  so  terrible  either.  the  elder  fae  needed  to  stop  only  speaking  to  his  soldiers,  he  was  getting  rusty  in  actually  conversing  with  normal  fae.  "  it  seems  as  if  they've  turned  their  accusing  eyes  off  of  us,  at  least.  "  he  still  simmered  over  the  believe  any  fae  had  that  the  dusk  court  was  responsible  for  bringing  them  here.  as  if  they  desired  to  break  their  secrecy.  "  i'm  not  sure.  it  also  begs  the  question  as  to  what  magic  even  gave  their  own  back  in  the  first  place.  "

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closed for @n1ghtsongs

evander  didn't  get  to  come  to  see  his  daughter  at  work  as  often  as  he  wished.  his  own  duties  always  taking  him  away  from  the  children  he  knew  deserved  better.  ev  felt  like  he  was  in  a  constant  debt  of  time  when  it  came  to  them,  but  it  was  hardly  a  time  he  could  retire  now.  guilt  swelled  in  his  chest,  but  the  general  pushes  it  down  as  he  slips  through  the  door  and  smiles  at  the  sight  of  his  child.  "  have  our  new  guests  been  keeping  you  quite  busy  ?  "  comes  his  light  greeting.

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evander  always  knew  it  would  be  hard,  but  he  tried  his  best  not  to  let  that  show.  when  his  son  drops  formalities  he  relaxes  just  slightly,  if  only  to  clam  up  once  more.  "  it's  about  learning  when  and  where,  it  doesn't  have  to  be  all  the  time.  "  he  says  gently  before  his  brow  raises  slightly.  "  your  sister  cancelled,  i  assumed  that  meant  you  would  as  well.  "  she  was  busy  with  the  newcomers  and  adjusting  their  clothing,  borrowed  or  otherwise.  he  wished  he  could  help,  but  she  was  on  her  own.  "  i'd  be  more  than  happy  to  have  you  join  me,  son.  "

Kael sighed, lowering his head slightly. "Dad, it’s just... it’s no different than when you joined. I can’t earn their respect if they keep talking." He shook his head, feeling a bit lost. "It’s Monday. Did you cancel and I missed it?" he asked, confused. Ever since he’d arrived at the palace, they had dinner together every Monday without fail. "If you’d rather be alone like you planned, I can go," he added, his voice not as steady as he had hoped.

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‘ richard madden, cis man, he/him, 45 / 450 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems EVANDER VOSS has been teleported to the dusk court, the GENERAL OF THE ARMIES from THE DUSK COURT is said to be LOYAL and is said to describe themselves with A GLASS LIKE ROOM WITH PRISTINE CONDITIONS, A MASK THAT INTIMIDATES MORE THAN WARMS + THE AIR OF CONFIDENCE + AUTHORITY EASILY MADE and with all of this in mind their SECRETIVE nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; written by honey. newly developing bond w a blue dragon named veyla

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full  name  .  evander voss

age  .  45  appearance  /  450  actual

sexuality  .  bisexual

occupation  .  second in command

species  .  high fae

loyalty  .  the dusk court

height  .  6'0"

children . tbd, open wc

𝐭𝐥:𝐝𝐫;

molded by a stern father and the expectations of a warrior’s legacy, evander rose above, carving his own name into dusk court’s history as its general. respected and unwavering in duty, he puts his court above all else, but behind the disciplined exterior is a man shaped by loss—of an ex-wife, children, and the dragon he once bonded with. rarely smiling and fiercely private, his softer side is reserved for a chosen few, yet the weight of past generations still lingers on his shoulders.

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

the  son  of  a  man  who  never  seemed  to  smile,  evander  hardly  grew  up  with  a  warm  and  affectionate  home  life.  he  never  really  wanted  for  anything,  lesser  nobles  of  the  dusk  court  providing  well  for  their  family,  but  a  hole  would  always  remain  in  his  heart  where  the  love  of  a  father  was  missing.  others  in  his  life  tried  to  fill  the  space,  nannies  turned  into  other  household  staff  that  wanted  to  ensure  the  young  lord  knew  love.  it  helped  to  an  extent,  but  it  seems  evander  was  bound  to  take  after  his  father  even  if  others  tried  to  stop  it.  destiny  is  a  stubborn  thing.

it  was  no  secret  in  his  youth  that  his  father  expected  much  of  him,  a  man  always  out  to  better  their  house,  ensure  future  generations  would  survive  and  succeed.  the  late  lord  voss  was  a  warrior,  and  well  known  at  that.  he  served  right  under  the  general  of  the  armies,  a  right  hand  man  if  you  will.  his  desires  for  evander  to  follow  in  his  footsteps  were  never  a  secret,  pushed  into  the  life  of  a  soldier  that  he  never  wanted.  but  the  army  was  a  good  change  for  ev,  raised  so  similar  that  he  blended  into  the  ranks  with  ease.  even  more,  he  rose  them  quicker  than  even  his  father.  the  man  may  have  had  pride  for  it,  but  none  of  it  was  for  him.  evander  set  out  to  make  his  own  name,  and  did  so  with  great  success.  only,  evander's  ambitions  were  far  more  than  that  of  the  late  lord  voss,  no,  he  wished  to  become  the  top  soldier  of  all  the  armies.

and  become  that  he  did.  evander  serves  as  the  general  of  the  armies  for  the  dusk  court.  he's  capable,  and  puts  his  court  above  all  else.  he  can  be  a  bit  secretive,  a  bit  aloof  and  to  himself,  but  it's  always  to  the  benefit  of  dusk.  people  can  question  a  lot  about  the  lord,  but  not  his  commitment.  he  is  a  soldier  through  and  through,  and  has  long  earned  the  respect  of  all  in  his  ranks.

his  messy  history  can  be  found  in  the  child  had  not  too  far  into  his  adulthood,  and  the  ex  wife  he  was  not  the  best  to.  the  marriage  ended  when  tragedy  struck.  very  few  know  the  story,  and  even  less  that  he  was  even  bonded,  but  evander  faced  tragedy  about  150  years  ago  when  his  bonded  dragon ( red, named draxir )  passed  of  old  age.  it  tore  him  up  inside,  and  made  him  turn  into  a  shell  of  a  man  for  a  good  while.  he  put  nothing  above  his  job,  and  only  focused  on  passing  through  the  days.  these  days,  he  doesn't  speak  of  his  dragon  at  all,  the  memories  still  too  painful  and  has  no  intentions  to  ever  bond  again.

over  all  evander  seems  very  closed  off,  very  stern  and  no  smile  to  be  seen.  he's  not,  he's  got  a  softer  side  thanks  to  those  in  his  youth  and  his  child,  he  just  only  shows  it  to  a  select  few  people.  his  heart  is  large  for  the  dusk  court  and  his  family,  though,  not  closed  off  like  his  father's  had  been.  still,  he  always  feels  pressure  on  his  shoulders  from  the  generations  before  him  and  is  always  trying  to  live  up  to  standards  only  he  places  on  himself.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on  main  :  ex wife + his kids

other  ideas  :  rly open to anything, he's closed off a lot but he def is not a loner

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 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 ❜

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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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evander's  mind  was  spinning,  trying  to  figure  out  whatever  it  seemed  yan  had  been  up  to.  as  the  story  seems  to  change,  his  brow  quirks.  "  pardon  my  confusion  then,  you  spoke  as  if  you  were  in  said  council  sessions.  do  be  careful  allowing  your  dragon  to  fly  so  near  where  our  guests  are  hosting  private  meetings.  we  are  trying  to  avoid  war  with  a  boy  king.  "  evander  decides  it  isn't  his  job  to  figure  out  what  yan  was  talking  about,  how  they  went  from  mentioning  behavior  in  meetings  to  not  being  there.  that's  between  them  and  yijun.  "  very  interesting  a  member  of  his  inner  circle  would  be  so  open  with  you  about  all  of  this.  "  it  spoke  to  someone  who  could  not  be  trusted,  regardless  of  what  state  the  king  was  in.  evander  would  never  do  that  to  yijun  even  if  he  too  lost  his  head.

SHE HADN'T met the king - but she had eyes that did. She hadn't been part of the court ruler meetings, but she had ears who whispered of it. Rulers who shared information among themselves, the Gaean little emissary who proved a valuable source of information.

Erinya who spotted him mid-flight & sensed a strange aura about him.

"I haven't. The High Lords meeting had been closed off, but Erinya had seen him from high & afar. She feels something very... rotten about it. She doesn't like the stench of it, or the feeling of it, but not even she can convey what it is." it had irked them both.

"You can try speaking with the Gaean emissary. She thinks his power is unusual, having seen him a weak & meek boy his entire life. There's something very wrong about this. I know the entire situation is wrong, but it's... deeper than that."

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he'd  been  worried  about  jia  since  the  moment  the  new  fae  arrived,  and  only  even  more  so  given  he  had  little  time  to  even  check  up  on  the  young  fae.  evander  had  a  large  soft  spot  for  the  dusk  lady.  but  then  he'd  also  gotten  distracted  with  something  else  –  something  he  knew  would  be  difficult  to  break  to  jia  and  thus  he'd  chosen  to  keep  it  to  himself.  he'd  not  even  told  his  children.  it  wasn't  news  he  wished  to  share  yet,  and  so  he  pushes  those  thoughts  away  and  simply  cuts  his  gaze  to  her  when  her  voice  drifts  into  his  ears.  

"  the  mountains.  the  mainlanders  are  too  afraid  to  venture  close  to  the  dragons  –  i  wish  for  peaceful  walks.  "  it's  a  lie,  and  not.  he  would  go  there  to  visit  a  dragon  in  particular,  but  he  wasn't  sharing  that,  and  if  he  weren't  there  he  was  attempting  to  spy  as  little  as  possible  but  enough  to  not  allow  his  children  to  be  harmed.  none  of  that  he  plans  to  burden  jia  with.  "  i'm  sorry  you  couldn't  find  me.  "  and  that  part  he  does  mean.

CLOSED ; for @stxrfclls' EVANDER.

'if we could send them away  –  we would.'  evander had said this to her all those weeks ago when the mainlanders had regained their powers. and yet, they were all still here. crawling around their court. kicking their feet up. insulting their fruit. either they were as dumb as an army of cockroaches, or they really weren't trying that hard. ultimately, the dour fae simply had to trust in the dark mother. the mainlanders would be gone soon.

"where'd you go the other day?" jia asks, cutting the silver edge of her fork into the sponginess of the cake. feeling finally at ease in the presence of someone who knew all her anxieties (or, at least, just nearly all of them). "i looked for you but couldn't find you."

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evander  hadn't  truly  had  that  many  good  interactions  with  the  prythian  fae,  and  he  dimly  was  aware  that  was  also  a  reflection  on  his  own  demeanor.  he  knew  he  should  be  better,  could  hear  his  high  lord  and  emissary's  voices  in  his  mind  reminding  him  to  be  nice.  but  he  was  a  solider,  he  didn't  do  this  polite  court  bullshit.  "  from  what  she  taught  of  your  mother,  it  only  makes  sense  she  wished  to  be  away  from  it  all.  "  he  wasn't  a  very  religious  man,  he  didn't  spend  hours  learning  the  words  of  their  dark  mother.  she'd  spoken  to  him  a  small  handful  of  times,  in  various  forms,  and  he'd  left  it  at  that.  it  seemed  plenty  sufficient,  he  continued  in  his  life  as  he  desired  and  asked  for  help  all  but  two  or  three  times  when  he  was  struggling.  now  that  he  was  older,  he  asked  for  nothing.  his  brow  cocks  when  the  high  lord  mentions  their  own  mother,  interesting.  "  i  wonder  what  her  place  in  all  of  this  is.  "  he  muses.  was  she  fighting  their  own  mother  ?  could  that  explain  why  so  many  were  crying  of  her  absence  ?  she  could  be  tied  up  by  such  things,  and  that  thought  made  evander's  stomach  clench.  he  may  not  be  very  pious,  but  two  fighting  deities  was  certainly  good  for  none.  "  especially  when  they  are  sentient  beings  usually  older  than  you.  "  his  father's  dragon  was  a  particularly  cantankerous  old  bastard.  it  suited  the  late  lord  voss  well.  people  had  tried  to  encourage  evander  to  bond  with  the  thing  when  his  father  passed,  he'd  refused.  he  didn't  need  or  want  a  dragon.  "  perhaps  you  ought  to  share  that  wisdom  with  your  fellow  prythian  fae.  "  he  was  long  tired  of  hearing  that  the  dusk  court  was  to  be  blamed  when  it  was  impossible  any  of  them  were  strong  enough  to  bring  unwanted  guests  here.  wishing  to  help  them  free  themselves  from  the  capital  was  one  thing,  bringing  them  to  their  hidden  home  another.  "  the  dusk  fae  has  not  seen  war  in  my  lifetime,  or  ever,  my  lord.  "  he  answers.

he  believed  in  giving  credit  where  it  was  due,  for  that  reason  alone  he  attempt  to  evolution  the  court  and  it's  ruler  with  a  far  more  objective  lens  than  what  his  worries  would  demand  from  saint.  the  fae  of  dusk  did  not  strike  him  as  the  violent  sort  despite  their  rather  violent  deity  ;  it  still  came  as  a  surprise  simply  as  he'd  come  to  learn  all  the  dark  mother  had  filled  her  children's  ears  with  regarding  prythian.  "as  i  am  certain  you  will."  the  general  appeared  to  have  a  stable  head  on  his  shoulder,  which  was  far  more  than  what  could  be  said  for  others.  "perhaps  not,  i  suppose  isolating  you  all  is  her  method  of  protection."  it  was  questionable,  but  he  understood  why  this  court  would  not  condemn  her  for  it.  "we  haven't.  she  doesn't  have  a  habit  of  interfering  in  our  daily  matters.  i've  always  seen  her  as  the  deity  who  would  protect  us  should  we  not  be  able  to  from  other  worldly  threats,  not  an  occurrence  that's  made  itself  known...until  now."  her  disappearance  now  when  all  that  chaos  that  ensued  in  gaea  certainly  raised  more  questions,  and  left  doubts  of  their  own.  the  high  lord  of  dawn  would  not  deny  his  curiosity  of  the  winged  beasts,  he  of  course  had  no  interest  in  riding  one,  but  learning  of  them  was  as  imperative.  "it  is  certainly  a  skill  to  be  envied,  forging  a  bond  with  wild  creatures."  he  supposed,  it  made  sense,  particular  for  the  high  lord  of  dusk.  if  he  had  a  rare  white  dragon  as  his  own,  then  saint  suspected  their  ruler  was  not  given  a  beast  form.  this  didn't  come  as  a  surprise,  a  court  that  also  did  not  possess  high  priestess  would  also  not  operate  as  the  other  seven  did.  "i'm  inclined  to  believe  that  most  of  you  would  not  disrupt  the  peace  if  your  court.  no  high  ruler  who  cares  for  his  court  would  either.  i've  always  said  we're  at  the  whims  of  our  deities,  at  the  end  of  the  day  we  may  try  hard  but  we  will  never  their  wills.  it's  a  devil  time  for  all  us  in  the  meantime."  a  brow  raises  slightly,  "it's  not  your  skills  i  question,  rather  if  there  was  ever  a  time  here  when  it  was  needed."  it  was  a  rather  direct  question,  a  court  isolation  ever  needed  an  army  as  a  whole.

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evander  didn't  question  his  decision  to  bond  with  a  dragon,  not  in  the  slightest.  he  just  feared  what  a  young  dragon  and  all  this  wild  magic  would  bring,  worried  for  the  impulsivity  that  came  with  youth.  but  that  was  all  something  to  concern  himself  with  later,  he  needed  to  focus  on  his  children  now.  ❝  i'm  certain  they  will  not  mind  the  new  views.  ❞  or  were  dragons  stubborn  with  change  like  he  ?  evander  was  not  too  sure.  ❝  i  suppose  we  shall  find  out  what  they  wish  to  hunt.  ❞  the  general  hoped  veyla  would  find  something  of  enjoyment  here,  right  now  she  was  just  grumbling  about  being  woken  up  from  a  nap  with  the  display  in  the  skies  prior  to  their  transport.  he  couldn't  blame  her  for  that  either.  ❝  i  can  only  hope  that  as  little  as  i  wish  to  be  here,  we  won't  be  thrust  about  anytime  soon.  ❞  it  would  give  them  time  to  understand  the  ground  beneath  their  feet.  a  nod,  ❝  that  sounds  like  a  good  idea.  ❞  and  in  truth,  he  wouldn't  be  calm  until  he  did  find  the  children.

THE DRAGONS were certainly tempestuous creatures. In a way, they were also much alike children. Erinya, with her fiery temperament had been quite similar to her rider - & in that way, perhaps Yan could consider her as a blood relative ( for what was a soul bond than one deeper than blood? cleaved from the same half of heart & mind ).

Yanyan nodded at his thanks, dismissively waving her hand in the process. "There's no need for that, Evander. I'm happy to help - as is Erinya. Dragons will look to keep to the familiarity that had followed them here - at least she will look to keep the company of other drakes. If this had taken us by surprise, I can't imagine how... apprehensive they might be. What will this court feed them, anyway? Scallop?" she scoffed, scrunching her nose in distaste.

but, then she sighed.

"If we're fortunate enough to remain here for long enough to adjust. I have a terrible feeling this whole court-portalling might continue until we've visited all of Prythian." Yanyan paused, then offered, "What do you say we head back inside? Maybe your children had found their way to the atrium. It might be safer to wait for them in an open spot, or at least somewhere with a good vantage point. I'll keep Erinya on the lookout for them, if you'd like? She will be able to spot them from a safe distance."

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with  everything  demanded  of  evander  as  of  late,  he'd  been  avoiding  his  children.  in  the  general's  mind  it  kept  them  safe,  he  was  playing  a  dangerous  game  and  walking  a  very  thin  line  between  lie  and  truth.  he  hadn't  wished  to  burn  his  court,  but  he  also  would  do  anything  to  keep  his  children  safe.  time  would  tell  if  that  was  a  good  decision,  a  conversation  with  his  high  lord  glaring  from  the  horizon.  but  none  of  that  mattered  now,  evander  just  wanted  to  hug  his  daughter.  the  moment  feels  akin  to  when  he  would  visit  in  their  youth,  to  when  the  small  girl  with  short  legs  would  launch  onto  her  father  and  he'd  catch  her  with  a  laugh.  if  only  this  was  that  type  of  reunion.  he  sighs  heavily,  arms  only  loosening  a  fraction.  ❝  i  think  we've  been  in  trouble,  little  moon.  ❞  admits  he,  painfully  letting  the  truth  fall  even  if  it  went  against  everything  in  his  body  to  admit  such  things  to  his  daughter.  it  was  his  job  to  protect  his  children,  he  didn't  feel  like  he  was  in  this  moment.  his  brows  raise,  and  he  looks  into  her  eyes.  ❝  a  gift  ?  you  never  need  to  make  me  anything.  ❞  though  of  course,  his  curiosity  would  always  get  the  best  of  him.  

how  long  has  it  been  since  she  has  seen  him?  it  must  not  have  been  much  longer  than  a  few  days,  but  to  serena,  the  time  passes  and  stretches  itself  awful  inside  of  her.  when  he  brings  her  in  for  the  hug,  she  melts,  and  trembles.  she  feels  several  decades  younger,  as  though  she  clings  to  him  and  once  more  begs  him  not  to  go.  must  you  always  be  taken  from  us?  a  harshness  in  her  throat  makes  it  harder  to  swallow,  even  further  by  the  nickname,  one  which  has  resonated  since  she  was  in  those  younger  years.  a  reminder  of  his  love  for  her  despite  the  yawning  distances.  ❝ if  you  don't  know,  then  we're  really  in  a  lot  of  trouble.  i  don't  understand  why  we've  been  pulled  into  this,  dad,  we  didn't  do  anything. ❞  this  is  the  pinnacle,  and  the  extent,  of  her  frustration.  so  far  as  she  is  aware,  the  voss  family  merely  was  living.  merely  was  doing  as  they  were  meant  to,  navigating  their  own  realm  as  they  saw  fit.  and  now,  they  have  been  thrust  into  another  entire.  ❝ i  was  making  a  gift  for  you  and  everything, ❞  laments  she,  still  holding  onto  him.  it  isn't  until  a  few  more  heartbeats,  thudding  and  quickened,  pass  that  she  begins  to  loosen  her  hold.