#Lysandra and evangeline

[shallyne]

Lysandra as Snow Leopards

Lysandra listening to conversations as she shifted and lowkey judging

Playful Lysandra

Lysandra and Evangeline

Lysandra ready to defend Terrasen

Baby Lysandra shifting for the first time

Lysandra after throwing up on Lorcan

Lysandra during the first snow after the war

Lysandra chilling in Caraverre

Lysandra fighting the enemies

Lysandra and Aelin after eating a cake and drinking a bottle of wine

[acourtofquestions]

The summer days grew cooler the farther north they rode. Evangeline, to her credit, kept pace with them, never complaining about having to sleep on a bedroll night after night. She seemed perfectly happy to curl up with Fleetfoot, her new protector and loyal friend.

Lysandra used the journey to test out her abilities--sometimes flying with Rowan overhead, sometimes running as a pretty black dog alongside Fleetfoot, sometimes spending days in her ghost leopard form and pouncing on Aedion whenever he least expected it.

Three weeks of grueling travel- -but also three of the happiest weeks Aelin had ever experienced.

They crested the hill and halted.

Aelin released the reins and took a staggering step, the emerald grass soft underfoot.

Aedion touched her shoulder. "Welcome home, Aelin."

A land of towering mountains--the Staghorns--spread before them, with valleys and rivers and hills; a land of untamed, wild beauty.

Terrasen.

And the smell--of pine and snow... How had she never realized that Rowan's scent was of Terrasen, of home? Rowan came close enough to graze her shoulder and murmured, "I feel as if I've been looking for this place my entire life."

Indeed--with the wicked wind flowing fast and strong between the gray, jagged Staghorns in the distance, with the dense spread of Oakwald to their left, and the rivers and valleys sprawling toward those great northern mountains--it was paradise for a hawk. Paradise for her.

"Right there," Aedion said, pointing to a small, weather-worn granite boulder carved with whorls and swirls. "Once we pass that rock, we're on Terrasen soil."

Not quite daring to believe she wasn't still asleep, Aelin walked toward that rock, whispering the Song of Thanks to Mala Fire-Bringer for leading her to this place, this moment.

Aelin ran a hand over the rough rock, and the sun-warmed stone tingled as if in greeting.

Then she stepped beyond the stone.

And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.

images credit: Scribe.Jesinia Artwork

[ayedion]

aedion 🤝 ruhn

order brother figures turned fathers because their mates have kids

[goddessofwisdom18]

Empire of Storms doodles

[whatisamettafor]

[ashleyinwondrland]

Everyone in TOG will be immortal because I say so

We already know for sure Aelin, Rowan, Manon, Fenrys and Lorcan have settled

Aedion can very likely settle, his father being Gavriel

Lysandra is a shape shifter so I’m going to say she can settle as well

Dorian has so much raw magic that he will be able to as well

Elide has witch blood and Lorcan’s life is tied to hers, so loophole will keep her alive

Someday they will find out Evangeline has magic and she will be able to settle as well, because Lysandra won’t survive having to bury her

Chaol is the only mortal and it will be horribly tragic when a still young Dorian and still young Aelin have to bury him, unless somehow Yrene’s magic healing keeps her alive and since their lives are intertwined he stays alive as well

And they can all be happy and alive forever and ever, visiting each other’s kingdoms and eating chocolate cake and being at peace

[tragcdysewn]

closed starter for evangeline ennar!! ( @mcrcki )

"i'm going to pretend that's sparkling cider this one time." lysandra comments, though it's very clearly identical to the most definitely alcoholic champagne in her own glass. "just try not to get too drunk, okay?"

[mcrcki]

"...lysandra?" evie could barely form the words for a moment, her mouth opening and shutting as reality sank in around her. she'd been in the city for years now, having lived a life that wasn't her own, memories of a family she was never supposed to have, replacing those that she shared with the woman now in front of her. she could feel tears prick at her eyes, moving forward again, hoping there was no hesitation in lys recognizing her. the scars had to be enough, right? even if she was older than she was back home, the woman who raised her would know her, right? "lys, it's you, right?"

@tragcdysewn for lysandra

[acourtofquestions]

For Evangeline, for her freedom, for her future.

[shallyne]

Idk I got some inspiration for a reunion between Evangeline and Lysandra and I wanted to write it for @throneofglassmicrofics

Prompt: warmth

Evangeline straightened the skirts of her dress nervously as she stepped into the opulent of Terrasen, following a beautiful and very chatty servant through the hallways it has been a while since she has been here, and it was as grand as she remembered, not some warped memories of her childish imagination. That's also the reason that she was so nervous, it has been so long that maybe everyone had forgotten her already.

She took a deep breath and nodded politely to the servants chatter, even though she hadn't listened at all. The Queen of Terrasen had restored the castle after the war, nothing looked like it was ever abandoned anymore, and somehow it looked lived in, not like a museum. Warm, the palace was warm. A home.

"Evangeline!" a familiar voice called, shutting the servants chatter off. One look in the direction of the queen, she smiled and scattered away, leaving Evangeline with Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. Evangeline didn't know if she should bow or curtsy, but Aelin took the decision from her when she pulled Evangeline in a crushing hug. "Oh, look at you!" she said when they parted fron the hug, resting her hands on Evangeline's shoulders. "You've grown so much since I last saw you." her eyes were shining, as if genuinely happy to see Evangeline, not mad that she hasn't visited for so long. Aelin’s turquoise eyes wandered over Evangeline, from her red-golden hair to her terrasen green dress. "How is it going with Darrow? I hope you're making everything as it gets with that old man." she said, winking at Evangeline, who smiled and clutched the letter in her hand that she carried for the queen, when two doors opened at different ends of the hallways.

"Aelin, have you heard the news about Lord Darrow–" a golden hairef man with the same eyes as Aelin came bursting in. Aedion. He must have recognized herbat the same time, as his eyes slightly widened.

"Have you just said Evangeline?" a brunette burst into the hallway the same time as Aedion. Lysandra. Evangeline's eyes burned as Lysandra stopped in her tracks gaping at Evangeline, her cheeks warming.

"I'm sorry that I'm visiting so late–" but she didn't get any chance to explain befire Lysandra crossed to distanced and pulled her in, hugging her tightly. Evangeline had forgotten how her hugs felt, how safe she felt. Lysandra had saved her then, the scars she was bearing proved that, and Evangeline knew as she hugged the woman who was more of a mother figure to her than anyone ever, that Lysandra would keep her safe now.

"You're back." Lysandra whispered.

"I am," Evangeline's voice cracked. "But I fear I bring sad news. Lord Darrow has passed away last night."

Lysandra pulled back to look at Evangeline, shocked but mostly looking for a reaction from Evangeline as she felt two pairs of eyes at her back.

So overwhelmed by everything that has happened in the last twenty-four hours, she hugged Lysandra again before she brought any words out to explain. Some familiarity, then she would get to business. She just needed one moment with Lysandra.

[pitterpatterpot]

IT IS HERE

[acourtofquestions]

Empire of Storms: a Short Story

A special edition (exclusive) Bonus Chapter from the Beginning (deleted scene) of the Court of Terrasen’s moment shaping future

& Special Feature of: Squirrel Lysandra🤣

@guardian-angel12

MASTER OF POST OF THE BARNES AND NOBLE EMPIRE OF STORMS SHORT STORY

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[ diana gray, oc ]

[ vivian clark, oc ]

[ zoya nazyalensky, grishaverse ]

[tragcdysewn]

@mcrcki asked:📱-lys and evangeline

your muse’s contact name in mine’s phone

angel 💕

my muse’s contact photo for yours

x

how often our muses text each other

when she's not with evangeline, lysandra is checking in on her pretty often, worried something's going to happen while they're at work

a text my muse never sent

[text: angel 💕] - the amount i wonder if you'll have problems with the scars now that you're older...

the last messages my muse did send

[text: angel 💕] - aelin and i are out of our meeting, come up and we'll all go grab pizza and watch a movie at someone's place for the night, okay?

[acourtofquestions]

Evangeline's citrine eyes glowed as she glanced between him and Ren. "Where's—"

A flash of light, and there she was.

Shining. Lysandra seemed to be shining as she swept a cloak around her bare body, the garment left on a nearby chair for precisely this purpose. Evangeline hurled herself into the shifter's arms, half sobbing with joy. Evangeline's shoulders shook, and Lysandra smiled, deeply and warmly, stroking the girl's head. "You're well?"

For all the world, the shifter would have seemed calm, serene. But Aedion knew her— knew her moods, her secret tells. Knew that the slight tremor in her words was proof of the raging torrent beneath the beautiful surface.

"Oh, yes," Evangeline said, pulling away to beam toward Ren. "He and Lord Murtaugh brought me here soon after. Fleetfoot's with him, by the way. Murtaugh, I mean. She likes him better than me, because he sneaks her treats all day. She's fatter than a lazy house cat now." Lysandra laughed, and Aedion smiled. The girl had been well cared for.

As if realizing it herself, Lysandra murmured to Ren, her voice a soft purr, "Thank you."

Red tinted Ren's cheeks as he rose to his gripping feet. "I thought she'd be safer here than in the war camp. More comfortable, at least."

"Oh, it's the most wonderful place, Lysandra," Evangeline chirped, Lysandra's hand between both of hers.

"Murtaugh even took me to Caraverre one afternoon-before it started snowing, I mean. You must see it. The hills and rivers and pretty trees, all right up against the mountains. I thought I spied a ghost leopard hiding atop the rocks, but Murtaugh said it was a trick of my mind. But I swear it was one even bigger than yours! And the house! It's the loveliest house I ever saw, with a walled garden in the back that Murtaugh says will be full of vegetables and roses in the summer."

For a heartbeat, Aedion couldn't endure the emotion on Lysandra's face as Evangeline prattled off her grand plans for the estate. The pain of longing for a life that would likely be snatched away before she had a chance to claim it.

[velarisnightsky444]

100 pages into Queen of Shadows, heres what i got

-aelin is annoyed with chaol and missing rowan

-chaol is annoyed with aelin and being a little bitch

-rowan is not here

-lysandra: suffering

-dorian: suffering

-aedion: suffering

-elide: suffering

-kaltain: suffering

-evangeline: not suffering anymore, but likely very truamatized

-manon is done with everyones shit and making bad decisions, but god forbid any of the thirteen criticize her terrible decisions, bc they will be demoted if they do so