#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞 × spymaster of night ❜
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stars, this was the last place the spymaster wished to end up in. siara yearned for home, so much she could almost feel her heart pulling out of her chest to run off from her without stopping. very little tethered her here other than the physical barrier, but that wasn't something the night fae planned to get into at present. instead she just glances up when she sees another fae staring her her, and cocks a brow with her arms crossed. " may i assist you ? " tone curt, she's not in a polite mood at present.
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she knew he would love her mother, but yet hearing his response and compliment of the woman who had tried to raise her and not been given the full chance – it hits a part of siara she doesn't allow others to see. of course, she expected by now he'd do just that, but the feeling still sparks in a part of her heart she expected to be dead by now. " she'll enjoy meeting you as well. " siara expected nothing less. the woman had a way with others, especially the prickly ones. it was also how the spymaster managed to have so many dresses – she had an in with one of the best seamstresses around.
even if she didn't love dancing down her memories, she knew it was only happening because kalore wished it. he could dig without her even noticing, but she no longer feared that. right now all she desired was for this moment to be endless, to stretch on like the stunning skies of velaris. a slight laugh leaves her at the image prompted from kalore's words, imagining how her father's eyes would widen, glare, and then school into an unreadable forced expression if she appeared at his doorstep with the commander of the night court. never one to enjoy the dravens, he still respected any chain of command. " i suppose you may. " she shares, even if she is clearly open to the idea of him seeing every facet of her life. the half illyrian melts into the kiss, a softness inside of her that surfaces anytime they touched or shared an intimate moment. she didn't think herself capable of such emotion or feelings, nor that the commander before her would do the same, and yet here they stood. her eyes dance with her amusement when he's clearly saddened by her slight addition of distance, but they have serious conversations to share and as much as she does not wish to, they need to. it doesn't surprise her when he responds as he does, and she doesn't stop her eyes from rolling. " i have no intention of being caught by the boy king, but i've hardly hidden my abilities from those of the night court. " unlike he who kept the secret well, she enjoyed her shadows. siara knew it would scare him, she didn't want him to worry – but it was a real fear that her own ability would now cause her trouble. " but i do not intend to flaunt it about here. " adds the shadowsinger.
happiness had been a foreign concept for the commander. it was one luxury he could not chase nor one that would truly find him. kalore alternatives, between most days, finding temporary peace from the memories that plague him and the other, longing for something he did not quite understand then, before siara had entered into his life. despite his better judgement, he had allowed enough space in his life for two friendships in forms of vaelen and imalda, but siara had been one that he had not accounted for nor entertained until he simply couldn't ignore her, nor this longing that threatened to consume him. he had been entirely, raw, honest with his best friend, he had been fighting something that would result in him failing. it was not failure, as he has lost nothing, but gained everything in the form of his shadowsinger illyrian. he is relentless in his search, scouring every memory as she has allows him access. he cannot help but smile a bit, allowing her to feel his rapture. that once he had arrogantly proclaimed she would willingly offer him everything about her, and that moment had come. every memory she has now imbedding within the confines of his mind and soul. a raven-haired woman that he knew without a doubt was her mother - well and alive. his hold on siara tightens, heart responding as she easily promises he would meet her. "it would be an honor to meet the woman who created you." he felts every bit of what siara's memories of her mother make her feel. a monster father, but she had been given a loving mother. kalore cannot even begin to fathom the relief that settles within him learning this. "she's lovely." as he expects, his shadowsinger had kept her mother safe. it was a mental note he makes, this one kept hidden from her that he'd have his own trusted spies keep watch on her continuously as a form of protection.
a low chuckle vibrates from his chest at her thoughts, not that he disagrees. the only creatures he wishes to see in his skies were the illyrians. with every moment they remained like this, communicating in their privacy, in a way he'd never allowed another to do so. it would be difficult feat to end it when they no longer could remain in each other's vicinity. he never cursed the weakness of his gift than he does now, it had not bothered him as much before but knowing how much siara enjoy this, her delight entirely taking over his sense, it was a sensation he did not wish to end. it was a form of an intimacy he's not known, and one kalore clung to. there were no proper words to encompass what it felt, experiencing her joy in his mind in this manner. his bloodlust for her father aside, he pushes the anger aside, and focuses on her. it was impossible to feel pity, that would be an insult to the resilient woman in his arms. he also knew the beast thrumming inside would not ever subside as long as her father lived, but it was a promise to siara he would honor, of not hunting him down. there was a revenge here in how his shadowsinger torment her father simply by living the life she had carved for herself. "perhaps the next time, i may go with you. i do wish to see the look in his gaze for myself." the knowledge that she trains the illyrian children causing his chest to swell with pride for his love. his lips linger on her forehead, a hand cupping her chin before he lowers his lips to her in a tender kiss. all the parts of siara believed to be unlovable of herself, the commander took unto himself. no part of her could be categorized as such, not for the daemati, all that he see's, every bit of it only reinforces his love for her. she didn't think herself capable of tenderness, but he felt every ounce of it. there's unbridled elation that he was the recipient to the sides she kept locked. when she pulls back slightly, kalore has to a suppress a sigh, surprising for a man who always remained consistent with duties, now wished to forget what lady outside of this room, outside of them. seeing as the king was leaving them no choice and the news that they'd heard of him hunting down on gifted fae his troubles remained stagnant. not of himself, but of siara, that he has to fight every instinct that urges him to lock her up and out of eye so that the tyrant king. "if it's what i'm thinking, then for cauldron's sake, promise me you will listen to me for once." his voice low, but meeting her gaze with his own intense onyx hues. his arm anchoring her close, pressing her to him.
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it wasn't in siara's nature to seek out others. she kept to herself, stayed on the outskirts and lived in the shadows. having them return only pushed her more into that behavior, surfacing for one reason and then returning. it made her an effective spymaster this way, hardly any ever realized when she was around. occasionally, however, and also due to the need to have adapted without them, the spymaster chose not to travel through her beloved shadows. what was more surprising were the steps behind her, and so siara turns and lowers her cloak. " can i help you ? " not the warmest greeting, but she was never the warmest to begin with.
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siara only raises her brow at the answer to her question. she waits, watches. her shadows dance at the edges of the hall, just out of sight but not out of her reach. she doesn't think the fae is here to cause harm, but she still remains on guard for anyone who actually chooses to walk near her. call it mistrust, but her illyrian instincts scream when it comes to protecting yourself and being on guard. she may have taken that and run, but it made her a proper spymaster. besides, she wasn't the type to try and make friends. " to do my job for our court. " she answers, not really giving full details but she'd never been the type to.
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siara stuck to herself, job done fine this way and never wishing to rely on others. if you needed them to succeed, you'd already failed in her mind. but that gameplay had only worked when she was in the night court, tucked away and replying on her own network for information on the rest of prythian. now they were trapped once more in a court unheard of, all bets were off. the fact that their boy king was now able to dodge even her, disappear into the forest and go stars knew where.. well, it was even more concerning. she offers a slight smirk to the winter fae, " until you appeared behind me in a foreign court. " she'd never enjoyed her back feeling exposed, which is why her shadows trailed along after her ever watching. " our methods may be different in that regard. " she points out. siara was just letting her shadows slip into the rooms she passed, obviously that was not an option for lailah. " but i suppose you don't make poor company. " it was the closest she could offer as a compliment to another.
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siara didn't hate the dusk court as much now that her shadows had returned, able to blend in and move as she once could with ease. her eyes flick to the other, she didn't really have a desire to meet the dusk spymaster, no want to be near a dragon rider. those dragons were tricky little beasts, she preferred to avoid them. " am i not allowed to explore the grounds, my lord ? " she replies, not really painting on an innocent mask but still remaining neutral. exploration was how she learned the grounds, allowing her shadows to poke and prod wherever she was able.
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‘ bruna marquezine, cis woman, she/her, 29 / 290 , high fae/illyrian (shadowsinger) ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems SIARA DARKE has finally made it to the capital, the SPYMASTER from NIGHT COURT is said to be INTELLIGENT and is said to describe themselves with DARK SHADOWS SWIRLING IN THE CORNER, WHISPERS OF WIND ON A PERFECT STARLIT NIGHT, THE SPARKLE OF A METEOR SHOWER ABOVE A YOUNG GIRL'S HEAD and with all of this in mind their MANIPULATIVE nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; written by honey, cst, 29, she/her
a warning, she's an older muse so she has a LOT of back story. please feel free to skim it
𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬
full name . siara darke
age . 29 appearance / 290 actual
sexuality . heterosexual, maybe ?? tbh, need to play her again
occupation . spymaster of the night court
species . high fae / illyrian + shadowsinger
loyalty . night court
height . 5'8"
tattoos . her illyrian tattoo on her sternum
𝐭𝐥:𝐝𝐫;
the illegitimate daughter of a high fae seamstress and an illyrian general, siara was torn between two worlds that never fully accepted her. forced into the brutal training of illyrian camps, she became a lethal warrior, feared for both her skills and her shadowsinger abilities. hardened by relentless expectations, she embraces her reputation as ruthless and terrifying, using it as armor to keep others at a distance. sharp-tongued and mischievous with those she trusts, she hides her emotions well, preferring weapons, chaos, and fleeting distractions over the vulnerability of real connection.
𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬
( tw : kidnapping, the usual for a warrior )
she was never a planned child, her birth a surprise to the two people who were sneaking around with no intentions to find love. they weren’t romantic, they were just lonely and wanted to pass the time. much worse, one (her mother) was a high fae working in the court palace and the other (her father) an illyrian general who commanded a camp.
when they discovered they were pregnant, siara’s mother feared giving birth. she feared having a girl knowing the nature of illyrian camps, so she fled to velaris and siara was born on the longest night of the year (winter solstice). a fact siara does not share with many.
her early life was easy, daughter of a high fae woman who made her way in the world by creating beautiful garments for those that could afford them. but siara was never meant to be an easy child, her pointed ears and wings labeled her as an outcast, half in one world and half in another.
it didn’t take long for her mother to be clueless as to what to do, and even less time for word to reach her father that a half high fae / half illyrian girl was born to an impressive seamstress. he arrived and whisked her away to the illyrian camp he commanded, telling her mother there was simply no better place.
siara was awarded a harsh treatment by the man who donated his genetics to her. he treated her harder than most other warriors and he refused to let her fail because he shared her blood. the camp was ruthless, training until exhaustion or bloodshed, and then harder past that point. she had to prove herself time and time again in a world where nothing she did was good enough. this shaped her, it honed her into a warrior with a reputation of mercilessness and death. she’s lethal, quick, and terrifying. siara will never be someone you want to make an enemy of, and she takes pride in that.
and then she learned the gifts of her abilities had not stopped at wings. siara grew up hearing whispers around her, though she often dismissed it as nothing. but the whispers grew louder, and soon the shadows begged for her attention. she was a shadowsinger.
once knowledge of this ability spread, her relationships with people at the camp grew a mixture of fearful and hateful, even worse than they already were. how could this abomination be granted such abilities? her solace came in a friend that bonded with her and gave no care to her abilities or father.
the time came for her and a few others to perform the ritual to become true warriors. her father nearly didn’t let her, but siara fought even harder to push him into it, and once she was on the mountain her true skills as a shadowsinger grew. she survived, she made it to the summit, and though angry, nobody argued her initiation. her tattoo is on her chest, right on her sternum. she wears it proudly, though she has gained a few more over the centuries. she won’t admit it to many, but her childhood friend is truly the only reason she made it.
for a most of her life this is where she lived, fighting, training, and constantly proving her place was earned. eventually she garnered the reputation of one of the fiercest illyrian warriors, forgotten was the stain of calling her only half. this reputation opened the door to the courts for her, and slowly she earned the trust of the ruling family of the court of night, she was granted the position of a spymaster and has done a damn good job at it.
she’s a warrior, fierce and terrifying. a formidable opponent to anyone who crosses her path. she has to be, her father gave her no other choice. she’s ruthless, cutthroat, manipulative, and terrifying. her shadows give her the ability of pure stealth, and she absolutely has the reputation of lurking in them. she prefers it this way, a reputation that earns her fear of some and respect of others. she wants to be terrifying, she wants to keep people away from her. siara isn’t good with friendships, and the few she has are guarded with an iron fist.
if you are her friend you’ll see a bit more of a relaxed side, though she constantly seems to have her duty shoved up her.... but she can be mean in an amusing way, picking fun at those she cares for in a way that leaves you unsure of if she’s insulting you, teasing you, or both. mischievous, and playful, but you’d only notice if you caught the glints in her dark eyes.
she likes to bury all emotions, pretend they don’t exist, and never admit she cares for someone. it’s hard to get past her walls and even those she cares about have not managed that fully.. siara isn’t interested in falling in love, but she’ll happily lose herself in another body or a few.
she likes to draw, but she’s horrible at it. you’ll find burned pieces of paper in her fireplace and they are typically bad sketches.
if you want to gain any sort of favor with her, buy her weapons. the deadlier the better. she likes knives.
she lives most of her life in dresses far too revealing for her own good, embracing her body as a bit of a slap to the mixed emotions of her blood.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
on main : will they / won't they, adoptive sibling
other ideas : dalliances, spies, ex flings, former camp mates, rivals
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✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 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 ❜
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she didn't ever really change her tune when speaking to her high lord. the illyrian in her recognized the side of him, a kinship in who they were and the blood they possessed. even without talking, she assumed they could disregard all the tedious politics of court and be direct. as he'd yet to correct her or fire her, siara wagered her assumption was correct. as her eyes meet him, she's not remorseful of the way she spoke. gaze takes in the wings he leaves out, mirroring the ones she leaves glamoured away. it's always interested her, she wonders if he judges her for the choice to appear as a high fae. she scoffs at his words, but a slight amused smirk sits atop the spymaster's lips. " i would say that exceeds my abilities and then some. " agrees she as he passes her on the bridge. siara turns, not moving towards him but looking from her spot in the direction he does. " it's easier to move my shadows around when less people are about to notice. " and then they could poke and worm their way into places she could not yet.
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✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 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 ❜
#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 × emissary of dawn ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 × high lord of day ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬 × spymaster of summer ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧 × high lady of winter ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚 × lady of dawn ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐬𝐬 × general of dusk ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤 × general of night ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧 × lord & third in command of spring ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐥𝐮𝐱 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 × lady in wait of autumn ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐮 × lady of dusk ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 × lady of spring ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞 × spymaster of night ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐧 × general of gaea ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 × lord of night ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 × threads ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 × inspo ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 × dev ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 × image ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 × threads ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 × inspo ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 × dev ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 × image ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝 × threads ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝 × inspo ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝 × dev ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐜𝐞𝐝 × image ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬 × spymaster of summer#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱 × threads ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱 × inspo ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐚𝐱 × dev ❜
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siara kept a careful distance around the small lord. she had an interesting relationship with children, and as of now, she simply desired not to be too close to the babe. it's why she simply sits on one of the loungers in the night common room, near and watching, but not too close. the high lady's voice draws her attention from the window, and she tilts her head slightly. " no idea. i've tried to follow him myself and his scent as well as his body seem to disappear once he hits the forest. " admits the spymaster.
closed starter for lady siara darke — @stxrfclls
The evenstar of the night court cradles her son in her arms, the boy fights his sleep as his mother watching his every detail, however her mind is elsewhere. ihsahn had returned to the room many hours pass midnight, the sleep had won as she had waited for him, and when her sleepy eyes had set on him she had known things were turning again and not for the best. "what do you make of all of this?" she finally lifts her eyes to the other, breaking the silence in the room. "the young king, the boy king, what has he done to achieve this?" she wonders out loud raking her mind for any clues.
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siara is thankful that the high lady allows the change of topic. she can only stomach it for so long, and while sera has finally landed on the list of people siara doesn't detest, she still hasn't earned the level of trust the spymaster requires to share her experiences or any details. only one person had managed that to climb to that level, so it was nothing to do with the high lady and everything to do with how guarded the spymaster was. still, the answer from sera draws siara's brows, and she decides not to really pry. " velaris is a far better place, from an objective standpoint. " it's a slight jest, even if siara believes it, but she also doesn't lightly speak poorly of another's birthplace. " if he is anything like his family, i'm certain travel will find him one way or another, though. "
It is then she finally understands, sees almost, with much clarity that the other does not wish to speak of the camps any longer. the high lady does not push and allows the topic to fall between them, the silence comes and for the first time it almost feels natural between the two. "no," the answer comes faster, perhaps much harsher than she would've liked, but the question had been one she had not been expecting and her feelings for dawn were not wavering. she missed the home she had grown in, but the resentment was bigger than those feelings of longing for somewhere she no longer saw like home. "i have no intention of returning to dawn anytime soon," or at all, she truly did not know the answer if she would ever set foot there again. "perhaps when he is older, if he asks to go i would not deny him."
#✦ 𝔰𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢 *⁎#✦ 𝔰𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔞 ⁑ threads *⁎#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞 × spymaster of night ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 × threads ❜
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" no it doesn't. " she says with a laugh. though she also understood when was not the time to tease him and chose not to. even when siara was simply out to annoy the commander, to get a rise out of him, she did so carefully. picked her moments wisely. siara liked to be a thorn in his side, but she never wished to cause actual damage. she'd learned how to read him very quickly, and it seemed that had been her opening through the walls he placed about himself. it hadn't even been hard, which was perhaps frightening if it weren't for the way he did the same to her. siara's upbringing was many horrid things, but it was also the reason she was able to stare into his gaze, unwavering and unfearing. he'd never scared her, his reputation had only served to interest her further in figuring out how the man worked. what further drew her in was his way of possessing so much power within their court but not screaming about it. he had a quiet, commanding way of whispering his control and from the moment she met him all he ever did was catch her curiosity and snare her in deeper. each gaze cast her way had cut through her, but never scared her. in truth, only once had she been worried around him – and that had been when she learned of his daemati abilities. she hadn't flinched, she only hoped he wouldn't poke into places uninvited. and for all she knew, he hadn't. it was one of the many reasons she trusted him, despite his lack of understanding how she could. and as she learned him more her confidence grew, in her own abilities as well as her pleasure at knowing she was the only one able to do certain things, and able to pull certain things from him. the game became her addiction – he became her addiction. slowly that trust she had in him was something she felt him return, and eventually it became shared in a way neither trusted any other. she had a dangerous power over kalore, but he did the same to her. when everything finally crashed between them, every wall and every ounce of stubbornness, it had been the awakening to something siara never thought she'd have. he belonged to her, made for her and her alone. everything they had been doing before was simple foreplay, leading them to where they were always destined to end up. " well, you were always my favorite toy. " she teases, but her words mean a lot. she'd never enjoyed someone as much as he, and while it was quite backwards in most courting definitions, the way she poked at him had been a marker of her interest long before she realized it.
" i don't expect to regret anything between us kalore. but i shall take everything you offer me happily. " greedily so. it was incredibly ironic, how easy it was now for her to show him parts of herself she caged away, ignored and pretended did not exist. she'd chipped away at kalore's armor, but he'd done the same for her. siara was a different creature for it, but only for him. the rest of prythian still saw the guarded, cold hearted shadowsinger of the nightmare court. she knew the same went for him, opening up to her but not to a single other. these moments were for each other and none else. when kal spins her away, it allows siara to remember where they are, and when they rejoin the words he offers settle inside of her. the idea of the mating ceremony was not something she shared lightly, and she knew kalore understood that. siara had never been one to share traditions or offer rituals to anyone, let alone someone who was not even illyrian. while she didn't need the ceremony to know he belonged to her, his willingness to embrace the heritage she had so often ignored settles into her soul in just another way that seals her fate to him. hearing him say as much nearly leaves her breathless, only siara isn't a pining lady of the court, she's a warrior who knows how to measure he reactions. " i don't need anything to know you are mine, but i think i would like to do the ceremony. " admits she. it would also create an actual bond between them. for illyrians it ranged, from knowing where one another was or even feeling their emotions if they were strong enough. siara wasn't sure what the ancient magic would do for she and kalore, especially with his ability and her half blood status. she wasn't afraid, though, she wanted him in every way he was willing to give himself. siara held a lot of importance in illyrian rituals, even if she would deny it to anyone else. it marked the side of her blood she hated due to her father, but they were also so beautiful she couldn't deny it. she wasn't often sentimental or sappy, but for this she found she was. the spymaster ignored or avoided talking about such things with anyone else, but with kalore she found the words tumbled out without her permission. they were meant for him to hear. for so long the pair of them danced around the unspoken truth, of their feelings for one another not needing to be spoken aloud to be felt. and siara was fine with that. words were sometimes difficult, but their actions and gazes had been more than clear. love terrified her, it always had, but it seemed she had no choice in feeling this with kalore. nor would she have it any other way. but the time to say those avoided words had barred down on them, and she relished in the press of his lips when she finally let them out.
the kiss was full of the fierce passion they shared, but also the tenderness only kalore could possess that nearly left her trembling. his firm grip on her frame is all that keeps siara standing, though she'd be hard pressed to admit it. the spymaster melts into her commander, hands fisted into his jacket to support her body against his own. this kiss was more too, it was a promise and an affirmation that neither could run from the four letter word any longer. and then they part, and the words he utters leave her in a whole new state of being. siara always thought she was unbreakable, but it she could now see she'd been wrong. his words shatter her, but the broken pieces fit back together how they were always meant to be. his love puts her back together the right way, healing from all the broken examples of love she'd been offered before. " i didn't expect to ever hear someone say that to me. " she admits softly.
"that depends on the day." he tosses. there were seldom things the commander would ever admit to, and with siara he did not need to, for she understood all that he did not say and read between the lines too well. it was still quite frightening that siara was able to see through the walls he had secured so well around him, that how was it this strange woman seemed to chip away, without even intending to, at his armor until there was seldom left for him to hide. kalore enjoyed his reputation as the enigma commander, his gifts only known to a handful of people, but it seemed that siara had been quick to piece apart the daemati. it was both intriguing even it had been unsettling, and it certainly had caught his attention. he hadn't set out to intimidate her at all when she had joined the inner circle, it was simply a response he was used to from others in his presence. he should have know she would not fear him, the steel, unwavering look of determination in her gaze when she sized him up, that despite not knowing a single thing of her, it was hard to deny the story that hid behind her�� dark hues. a story he wished to uncover more and more the longer he was within her presence. then kalore could not understand this strange, inexplicable draw to her, only that he was certain even if he had denied then, that she had been made for him. his predictions had been proven right, she had turned his life upside down, but in a manner that left him entirely breathless. in a manner that she has brought him back to life, when he had entirely sealed away his personal desires for the good of his court, to carry on what his late parents had began. the closer he was drawn to her, he did not wish to be alone, that he needed her by his side in whatever form she would allow him. as difficult as the thought was, the fears taking hold that when she learned every bit of him, kalore vanishes the thought as swiftly. he trusted her, and understood that without a doubt she would stand by his side regardless. it was a silent promise he had made to her, that before he went any further into her mind, he would first allow her into his. if he claimed to love her, and he does, without a doubt, this would be his way of proving it to her. the realization had settled in long before this moment, and he wondered if she could see it in his gaze. "and you knew this long before i."
that rare look of tenderness appears on his features as he watches her. "i will make this promise to you for that alone - you will not regret all that you have given me of yourself. i intend to, i will, offer you every bit of myself , as you deserve nothing less." it was becoming easier to allow the thoughts of her to be spoken between them, that each time siara displayed her vulnerability it made him wish to do the same for her. that her efforts did not go unnoticed that he knew it was as difficult for her to do so, as it was for him. he tried for her, and would continued to do so, and he would once this evening was over and they were alone, he would keep his silent promise and this verbal one. he simply wished to hold her and dance with her tonight, so he spins her gently when the music changed before reeling her back against his frame, once more as she expressed her thoughts of the illyrian mating ceremony. "then how fortunate an illyrian claimed so that she cannot be rid of me if i earn her ire." this bit was a jest, but the words laced with something far deeper. that he could not fathom not being with her, after all that they shared, he didn't wish to be without her, without his heart that was entirely hers, and whatever good remained in his compromised soul. "you do not need any such thing to know i am yours. nonetheless, it is something that means a great deal to you. anything that is imperative to you, it is for myself, as well." kalore wouldn't deny it was a strange feeling, it left more puzzled and intrigued, and while he was never one to dabble in such ceremonies or rituals as a whole, what she wished to do with him was something to take pride in. illyrians were guarded and protective of their rituals, and something he was certain they did not offer to high fae. the commander felt only a sense of privilege and honor that she had deemed him worthy of being a part of that. it was one thing to be close friends with an illyrian but another to lay claim to something so sacred to them. he waits with baited breath when he all but demands she finish her earlier thoughts, the word she cut abruptly, not allowing her gaze to move from him but only drawing her flush against him as his arms nearly became an iron grip around her, careful still not to hurt her. he doesn't know how long he's yearned to hear them until she offers them, it was uttered so softly, it was her warm breath brushing over his lips. the racing of his heart intensifies, a searing hot sensation settling in his being as her words echo in her mind. she loves him. there was a far more intense look in his gaze allowing her to read what she confessed to him, in his own, "just as you are mine." it was then he drew her closer, slipping a hand around the nape of her neck and kissing her tenderly but with the ferocity of his passion, and the love he held for siara. there was not an ounce of emotion he had left out as his mouth claimed hers, every bit of long his longing poured into the kiss, every thought that crossed his mind of her, felt through his kiss since. kalore had waited, impatiently for the return of his abilities so that he could show precisely how she existed in mind and inside his being, that his words would never do any justice to encompass all the drew from. "as i love you, siara darke. my brave shadowsinger, and warrior."
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the intimacy in the moment is not lost on the fae who once would have gagged had someone told her how in love she would find herself with another. even after meeting kalore she would not have expected this. they were a match made in the stars, too perfectly fit to be denied, down to every detail. it's something she can't stop thinking about, how different this was than anything she expected and yet how perfect it felt. she cared for so few people that kalore was the top of her list, and without asking siara knew the same was shared by her commander. they both were plenty capable of handling themselves, warriors, fearsome, powerful, but together they were a force of nature. even the storm magic of their court could not rival it. and yet, both craved one another, they sought the other instead of anything else. it wasn't because they felt the other wasn't capable of handling their own affairs but because they craved the other more. ❝ it does all feel very unsettling. ❞ she agrees. siara is not attuned to magic in any different way, but her shadows sense disturbances, things that feel powerful and should be feared. the shadowsinger didn't appreciate needing to feel afraid, even if she had good warning. if anything, it made her more angry at the entire situation. she laughs lightly instead of arguing, closing her eyes as his touch sweeps across her skin, as the feeling of his presence washes over her even more. nothing has ever felt so peaceful. the sweet sensations that skitter across her skin from his mere lips to her forehead would make her blanche, but she loved it now. the pair of them simply relax into one another, a palpable feeling she's certain both understand. a hum, ❝ it would have. ❞ but he knew that she wouldn't. he knew she didn't trust the dragons and that she had no desire to test how they shared the skies. siara was not normally so cautious, but she also rarely showed her wings when so many eyes could spot them. ❝ that they are. ❞ comes her grumble. with the tease of night sometime in their future it felt criminal that she would still not have the peace to fly.
long before they allowed themselves to become something more to one another, to be with one another, kalore had quickly learned to sense her shadows. perhaps because it spoke to his own, not present physically about him, but a tune only she hears as he does of hers. kalore was not too worried of the high family, they were plenty capable of taking care themselves and so was the woman he loves, this has far more to do with his dislike of being so far from her for extended periods of time. once more, until the moon reveals itself in summer, when the sun vanished for the day, he could not use his gifts to reach her mentally. his complaints of this court or any were little these days, but the moon not being prevalent was becoming beyond an annoyance. it is only to the commander that her unease is visible, rather felt, that she worried for him, was searching for him, that much he senses as her presence became prominent until he fully reaches her. "perhaps all, at this rate." his first guess would be the sheer amount of magic being tossed about, it was bound to have some erratic side effects. that's a thought he stores for later to mull over, as his mind only wishes to focus on her. his continued to sweep in, a careful precision in his onyx orbs, nothing could be hidden from his sharp gaze. lips curl upwards as he tugs her to him, "i do not dare to assume otherwise, little shadowsinger, just allow me this moment, will you?" he murmured, against her lips as they press to his own, before his own shift to press to her forehead. he's not certain how well he hid his relief, but the one that settles in every fiber of his being was palpable, and he's certain she felt it as his frame eases with her own to his. "that certainly would have made it far easier - though it pleases me to think you considered it." the commander didn't want for her to do so anyhow, knowing well flying with the drake was not something she wished to attempted. he see's them in his peripheral vision, and to this day kalore is somewhat in awe as to how they respond to his closeness. his arm once more tightening around her, "it seems these skies will also be ruled by the drakes."
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siara might be kinder if she were in different attire, if she were granted dresses worthy of the night court. she might even notice that fashions of summer mirrored those of night. until then, the spymaster would simply remain bitter and grumpy, company most would not like to endure. ❝ tempting. ❞ not really. she keeps her wings hidden in their glamour, magic binding them away and erasing them from sight. ❝ i think the sun is the worst part, i cannot wait for it to set. ❞ she desired night.
having learned how unpopular her true opinion was with the general, nor does not bother combatting siara's complaint. "we might take a page out of those ladies books," she nods at the sight further down the beach, signalling towards the ladies down the beach with their parasols out. honoria unfurls her wings, using them to block the sun from her vision. "hot as hades, that's for sure. but, at least the sun's out of your eyes."
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a snort, ❝ i would not use that to describe my thoughts. ❞ she was far used to how conversations with the young draven would go, and it soon became impossible for her not to laugh somewhat. eldar had a way of getting beneath siara's skin, but not in a way that which she desired to claw him out. he found a place in those she didn't hate, and it seemed as if he would refuse to leave even if she tried. normally those with no ability to remain serious drove her mad, eldar made her laugh too. her eyes drift over the lord, answer given even in honesty not something she will immediately listen to. she was honestly surprised that he was truthful in the first place. so instead of reply she sighs, and she softens her expression to the lord. ❝ let me know if i can help. ❞ not an offer most will be given in their lives, one she's given to eldar before. ❝ i am fine, though i still long for night. ❞ she shares truthfully.
" oh, it's a never-ending siren's wail in your head too ? i thought i was the only one, " the male joked, because whether it was possible for him to hold a conversation on a serious note for longer than a minute remained to be seen. eldar was not comfortable with being threatened and having so much responsibility of his own life, perhaps the others too, on his shoulders. he had done his best to run from it ever since he left the illyrian mountains, but as it turns out that did not secure him being left out of all of this. eldar glanced away, considering her question for a second, scratching the back of his neck nervously. " no, " he opted for honesty before looking back at her. it was probably the most he's said about how he's actually been feeling since the capital. " but i'm hanging on. " kalore and nesrin were to thank for it. " are you ? "
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once a deamer, siara might have thought that she was destined for love and happiness. only she'd never really seen what that looked like, a mother who cherished her but had no idea how to handle a winged babe in the middle of velaris either. she also stood no chance when the looming war lord came to demand his child train in his camp. in the walk down memory lane, siara almost wonders if he's noticed her mother is very much alive still, tucked away on the rainbow of velaris. while most secrets she kept were done so at half measure, enough to keep most people from figuring anything out, she knew kalore was different. ruthless in what he wished to know – in turning over the stones of everyone he worked near. she'd taken more precaution in hiding her mother – they didn't even share a name. " yes, you can meet her. " she'd disgustingly love the man. siara's mother had a penchant for taking the prickliest of people and making them warm up to her in a heartbeat. she cooked, she sang, she complimented, she pampered. she pulled a smile from a rock. any part of kindness that siara possessed was from the woman. the spymaster also could not deny the happiness her mother would have in finding out that her daughter had fallen in love. where siara never expected it, never wanted it, her mother must have dreamt it. the woman would be over the moon to learn also that kalore was actually the perfect partner for her daughter.
for someone who always wished for her own space, privacy and to all but be as removed from society as possible – it was strange for siara to wish for this not to end. for kalore and she to have such a common space where they could be one with privacy. she wanted to have access to him whenever she desired, able to talk to him in a way no other could. siara knew it would end the moment he needed to do so, but she could relish in it for now. " too many dragons in the skies anyway. " she retorts. siara still didn't like the flying drakes, she didn't trust them nor did she desire to share the skies. she'd not flown since they got here, which was making her wings ache. they protest in her glamour, but she pushes it away and simply focuses on how it makes her feel to hear him call her love. such a funny four letter word that once held nothing over her and now made her feel like that dreaming little girl in velaris. she'd once thought that part of her long gone, burned away in the fires of her upbringing and the growth of her childhood. it appeared she just needed something to bring out that softer side of herself, a side likely that would only ever be seen by kalore. the link he's created goes both ways as well, she can feel all of his emotions in return as her own memories are danced through. she's used to people feeling pity if they find out her story, but kalore's response makes her feel like a preening bird. she feels seen, appreciated, loved. he may be humbled by the emotions she has towards him, but she's floored by the fact that he sees everything inside of her and doesn't run. " besides, it would ruin when i visit once a year to see the younglings. " because he couldn't stop her from doing so, she outranked him, and the kids at the camp were something she enjoyed seeing. it was an added amusement that he hated every moment she was there, and that she was a good enough warrior to actually train them well. sparks sing from where his lips touch her, from his words as they settle into her very soul. she glances up when he pulls his lips from her forehead, hand coming up to cup the side of his cheek as she finally meets his gaze once more. " and now onto the unfortunate news i have to give you. " because they were both being hunted now, and unlike he, she'd not been the most careful with her shadows.
matters of the heart were not beyond his understanding, they were simply an aspect of his life he gave little to no thought towards. when his parents departed this realm, his goals had remained fixed on one thing : the night court. his hatred towards the dravens all but consumes him for years after, a wound made graver when his younger brother was nowhere to be found. peace was never an steady element in his life, so it was far easier to focus on what he could control than all that he could not. kalore learns after meeting siara that she was one of those elements that he could not control, and it bothers him for a time to see this fascinating creature demand and pull at his attentions in this manner. until, he surrounds all of it, that he has fought all his existence for one thing or another, but he could not and did not wish to fight the very thing that bought him a happiness he'd not known in his existence. he could not deny that after all his lonely existence, she'd wiped all of it with a single glance, an unfiltered barbs, that her very soul spoke to his own. siara, like him, did not oppose romance or intimate companionships, she did not wish for declarations, she wished to be understood. was it not the same he desired? to have another gaze at him not only as the man in the shadows but more?
he did not need to even read her mind to recognize the flutter of delight he felt through their mental connection. the sensation was similar to soft bristles of features brushing against him. the arm that was holding her to him tightening, his heart promptly responding at the her joy. that the longer in he maintained their mental like, he felt her pleasure slowly trickling, making the commander wish he never had to sever this link the entirety of the time they trapped in this offensive court. "a court where the moon and the stars never shine will always be lackluster, my love." they could not take full comfort in the shadows, they were not quite the right shade of the night court. or simply that the pair could not ever settle for anything less. as siara allows him further to access her memories, his mind latching onto every memory she allows him, every pain she might have felt, he only feels a touch of it but enough that it has his inside scream in hunger to extract revenge on her behalf. to unleash onto her father for all that he had to his daughter. there were many emotions that surge in his veins, disgust, a intense bloodlust he'd not known before, a wild-caged beast screaming to be free. above all of that was a crippling ache for his shadowsinger. he did not pity her, but she, her strength, humbles him that was for certain. "i know." his voice a low brush against hers, "it is a far greater revenge to allow to him know every day how far you've come, in a position to make him if you ever wish it. with a snap of your fingers you could end him if you wish." death was a mercy for a monster as him. a hand cups her face, fingers brushing along her cheekbones, "it is an honor, for me siara, my love." he dips head his to place a lingering kiss to her forehead, attempting to calm the unsteady of his heart at all that he has seen that leaves him shaken.
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