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[oakthcrn]

𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑺. The perpetual autumn had left a chill in the air, and  Queen Larkspur Oakthorn I wrapped her arisaid around her shoulders as she walked. Harvestine was drawing near, and soon Autumnal; a great celebration of harvest and hearth. Days of dancing, singing, and good food, it was the official holiday of her realm, and once she adored. Every year she would come up with something new and exciting for her people to celebrate. This year, she would host a grand tourney. She was the Queen of Swords after all. 

For the moment, she walked, her long dark gown billowing a train of light fabric behind her. She needed some time to think and solitude would be scant the closer Autumnal drew near. Moving through the sea of oak trees, she sensed something amiss. Furrowing her brows, she stepped forward until she saw the shape of someone. Her sapphire hues widened as she drew near the other. 

How was a being able to enter her realm? More specifically, how did she not sense a ripple in the schism? It was a human? No…not quite human. Was that how it was able to traverse the Forest of Umbra and live to tell the tale? It was a beautiful human thing…with long golden hair. Lark canted her head and studied him. 

❝ 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞? ❞ She asked as she rested her hand lazily on the hilt of her blade. 

❝ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫? ❞ she asked before checking them over for any kind of injuries. 

@dhampirul

[oakthcrn]

❝  𝐀𝐡'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧' 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬.  ❞ 

"Man, you know how often I actually hear this? You're all like 'Omg you're such a terrible person' but when I do all the cartwheels and gymnastics to be better, I'm still the asshole. It's like, not adding up."

[oakthcrn]

[ URGENCY ]

REASONS TO CARRY SOMEONE // Accepting // @kaziraq

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫. The last thing she remembered was that she was showing King Cyrus the beauty of the Autumnal gardens. She had been quite proud of all the trees and their color changing gradients. From yellow to orange to brown, it cycled depending on the weather. 

What she hadn't expected was the group of Assassins. She had fought them off, but one managed to strike her in the head which left a deep cut. The next thing she knew, she was being carried off. She glanced up, her eyes having a hard time focusing on Cyrus. Was he hurt? She hoped not. Slipping an arm around his shoulders, she tried to focus her vision long enough to give him directions back to the palace. 

“ 𝐓-𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. ” she grumbled as darkness ebbed at the edges of her vision. ❝ 𝐎𝐡…𝐚𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝. ❞ 

[oakthcrn]

[ CROWN ]: having created a flower crown, the sender carefully places it atop the receiver’s head.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. // accepting // @wornkindness

𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑮𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑫 ��𝑷 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨𝑫𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮.  She felt a slight weight upon her head and shifted her sapphire gaze to Amelia, a smile spreading across it as she realized what sat upon her head. A beautiful arrangement of flowers, some of them her favorites; beautifully weaved into a crown. 

❝ 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟? ❞ She asked as she motioned to the flower crown. Scooting over, Lark patted the spot beside her. 

❝  𝐀𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐭. ❞ 

[oakthcrn]

"How long did you think you could hide this?"

Random Suffering Starters // accepting // @quastars

𝑨 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑶𝑭 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺. Lark tried to wrack her brain for anything the other might have been talking about, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't think of one thing she was hiding. 

Lark frowned then, her coppery brows furrowing as she crossed her arms over her chest, she peered at Lady Selene. 

❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥? 𝐃𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐡'𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧' 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. ❞ 

[oakthcrn]

𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑰𝑻. Lark had spent the better part of the morning touring the palace and listening to the queen speak of her son like he was some sort of deity. Lark couldn't blame her; she wanted to convince Lark to marry her son and secure a long-lasting alliance between her home and Lark's. It was a good strategy, but Lark had grown weary of it. Lark had no intention to marry, only to observe the old custom between the two realms. She would've spirited herself away back to her beloved Manon, but an old treaty dictated her actions now. 

She had gotten away from the queen in search of a moment of respite. Her pointed ears made her stand out, and she ignored the servants who gawked. It was only natural to be curious, and Lark was used to such a thing. Just as she turned the corner, she came face to face with the Prince. The Autumnal Queen sidestepped him and frowned, her freckled face remained impassive as he spoke. 

❝ 𝐍𝐚𝐞. ❞ She replied and examined the prince with an inquisitive eye. So this was the one being forced to marry? She arched a coppery brow and continued speaking. 

❝ 𝐀𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚'𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐡'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐘𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. ❞ She glanced at his reading material. 

❝ 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬? ❞ 

VISITORS WERE SO RARE IN THE CASTLE. he had grown accustom to only seeing the faces of his parents. forbidden from seeing the common rabble, they worried that his personality would be jarring to the public. holding books in his hands, they were of the dark nature - his interests were in the grander scheme ... dark magic. he wanted to learn how to conjure spirits & raise the dead. something that most would consider overly morbid. pausing in his step, he regards her with a glance. she looks lost in the castle, it's easy to do. " are you here to see the king? " he asks, some disdain in his tone. his greatest flaw, he cannot stand his own position as prince. wanting to gather the power to become the king himself; waiting for marriage was something that caused an ache in his chest. / @oakthcrn

[oakthcrn]

🌺

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair.

accepting @vulpesse

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑼𝑴𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑨 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑲𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬. She felt the flower crown upon her head and smiled. 

❝ 𝐀𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐞, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲. 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥? ❞ 

[oakthcrn]

Queen of Manon.

[oakthcrn]

𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑴. A great schism had sundered the realm of humans and the realm of fae. A treaty was enacted in hopes of finding a semblance of peace between the two realms. Autumnal Queen Larkspur Oakthorn I knew her ancestors had the wards in place to keep the humans out. The treaty had her hands tied, and so, every hundred years, Lark would lower just a piece of the wall to allow the sacrifice--or more endearingly known as her bride or groom--through the schism. That is where she stood now. In the archway, she stood like a marble statue, still and every bit regal. Her freckled face and deep blue eyes, along with her pointed ears were a giveaway to her fae ancestry. 

Canting her head to the side, she studied Sabu, her expression remained unreadable as she glanced at the Yakuza lord. 

❝ 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦?  ❞ She shifted her gaze back to Sabu.

 ❝ 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ❞ 

@saburaito liked for a starter.

[oakthcrn]

❝ 𝐘𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞.   ❞ 

@oakthcrn is in the hands of a healer

"Ui," He said brows furrowing as he listened. "I was raised in the North by what you call Fae here. There are skirmishes here and there between your kind and men but nothing like what you've described, my lady."

[oakthcrn]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑰𝒁𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑨 𝑺𝑼𝑭𝑭𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑫.  He had crossed through the schism with little effort that she was beginning to wonder if there had been cracks within the wards or if this man had sundered it enough to pass through. He had come through the Forest of Umbra, to any citizen of Manon, it was a death sentence but this man was different. She could sense it in the blood that coursed through his veins. 

Lark  had known of such a creature from human tales, a vampire. She had always assumed the first vampire was akin to fae; there was some that relied on blood but something within her was telling her that it was more complex than all of that. She could interview him later, the man needed healing. 

Lark tucked her long skirts under her as she knelt down gracefully beside him. Within her hands came a flickering flame and when she held it to the other, it was warm, but did not burn. Instead, she worked her magic into his wounds. 

❝  𝐀𝐡'𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐢𝐫, 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞 𝐮𝐩. ❞ she said. She allowed her magic to thrum through him. She hoped it was enough to get him up to walking. 

❝ 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐢𝐫? 𝐀𝐡 𝐰𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐡'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐞. ❞ 

the way the dhampir lies on the ground now is akin to a wounded animal,    sprawled on his side with face pressed into the sleeve of his forearm.    his breathing comes slow,    not quite shallow but none too deeply,    ON ACCOUNT OF THE STAB OF PAIN HE FEELS AT THE CAGE OF HIS RIB,    of the blistering burn at surface of his skin every time his body moves.    he is unused to this pain,    unused to an inability of his body to dispel it and heal itself within minutes.    upon falling into this realm,    it seems his entire physical being has changed far beyond that which he has ever fathomed.    his wounds are not healing,    his adrenaline does not move him into mist,    his pain does not relent.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤperhaps a vampire is not supposed to cross into such territory,    but he had regardless,    out of curiosity’s sake rather than anything else.    clearly,    the forest had not been kind to him.

her footsteps are what forces an eye open to look up at her.    no creature meant to cut him down completely,    at least.    in that,    he draws little comfort.    HER VOICE IS WHAT CONVINCED HIM TO PUSH HIMSELF UP TO SIT ON ONE ARM,    the torn,    burnt,    bloodied fabric of his long coat twisting to accompany the motion.    he winces at another great blaze of pain.        ❝    i’m alive,    ❞        he affirms.    there should be no sense in trying to escape now.    he would rather shut his eyes and sleep for a while.        ❝    would you believe me if i came through a wall ?    a window to your realm that i’m beginning to believe was shut for a reason.    ❞

[oakthcrn]

❝ 𝐘𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞. ❞

❥  @oakthcrn [   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁.  ]   : accepting !

“I know I’m the last person you want to see but I’m here to help.”