#all. meryasek

[wardernirvaan]

closed starter for @meryasek​ location: the fairy king’s forest note: are you my dad?

The forest was for protection. Nirvaan knew he had to stay there to make sure Aurora was safe. There was no part of him that thought she desperately needed him, but he would have been lying to himself if he didn’t think she was a second away from breaking down at any second. He wasn’t sure if she was holding it in or didn’t want to acknowledge it, but he wanted to always make sure she was okay. Hence why he had been looking for Dareth to get more training in. He still had to make his sensei’s replica axe, but he would always have time for training. Instead of running into the drow though, he ended up face to face with Meryasek. “Oh. Hey, Mr. Fairy King...Sir. What’s up?”

[wardercloud]

closed starter for @meryasek​

This couldn’t be happening. Cloud could feel Theneras’ anger. Then there was nothing. It had felt like a part of them had been ripped from their chest. They had heard the bombs, the screaming that had ensued. There was nothing they could do to fix this. If they weren’t a warder to someone, then what were they? Just another soldier with a sword in their hand. The dress they had put on for the wedding had been exchanged for other clothing that was easier to fight in. That was what they had to do now. Their eyes drifted up to the owl circling about for just a moment before settling on the new king. “Mery.” Their arms encircled the other eladrin to pull him into a hug. “I don’t know what to do. Tell me what I need to do.”

[wardercloud]

Well wasn't exactly the word that Cloud would use, but they guessed that they were certainly better than Meryasek. Upon their return, they had learned of the fey's death and now he was something else entirely. They both were now, much darker. Hopefully Mery wasn't craving blood as much as they were. "Death looks good on you. Barely gave me time to mourn you." The magic that radiated off of the king was interesting, but the only thing they could focus on was the blood. Was that how all fey smelled, all elves? They cleared their throat to try to focus their thoughts elsewhere. "You missed quite a bit, my friend."

@senatusstarters Location: on the edge of the faerie forest

Meryasek had done a bit of redecorating. His magic had ended with his "life", so he had to hum his song and bring back the wards and fortifications that went through the forest. Now, no one would enter or leave without him knowing. His sprite was back, a little hummingbird that would be made of hellfire, a new beginning as he mourned the one he had lost and had for so long. A presence was behind him now, and he stood up, his true form still hidden. He hadn't done much explaining, but he supposed people had questions. "You look well. Did I miss much?"

[darethxshiral]

@senatusstarters​ location: the STREETS notes: bridezilla

Spring had passed but Meryasek’s power still bloomed within him, the medley of the dark and the light as Dareth still felt the palpable connection of the Underdark in his veins. Once, he’d been a winter fey, and frost passed him with every step, not the vegetation native to the caverns of the realm of the drow sprang forth around him. Shrieking mushrooms sprouted about the perimeter of the forest, their violent cousins as well, which was to say nothing of the mould that lay in wait. These same blaringly loud mushrooms cropped up wherever Dareth went to scream the future King’s presence as he milled about the city. 

“You’re joking.” This had to be a joke. The wedding was five months away now, Dareth had decided on a solstice affair, Meryasek didn’t know yet but he’d tell the fellow King soon enough. Things were tense within Rome, dangerous, but they had always been dangerous - Meryasek had just never listened to him before. Besides, it wasn’t as if Dareth had ventured into the city alone. “There has never been a a royal wedding among the fey - least of all one with a drow, everything has to be perfect.” He rolled his eyes at the planner’s previous remark, honestly at this point it sounded like Dareth was going to have to do everything himself. 

[raventeresi]

I love Lauren, hand over my heart. We've been friends for awhile now and have written in various groups together (all that her and the admin team have run) if it's not obvious by now, i'd follow Lauren anywhere. I wanted to do a homage by touching on one character from each group we've been in together, Lauren is incapable of being a bad writer so every character has been fabulous and I'm sorry if I yank wigs or expose too much in this piece <3

Nixon Reynolds - Empire

Where we met <3 This will be a devotion post to our friendship or a questionable timeline, there might have been one other group that we had been in together before but i had joined near the end (i later found out i had played beca's sister so im making non commotional hand gestures.)

Nixon was a badass witch who was a lovely gay during a time when we weren't as loud abt how gay we all are, he's an icon truly.

Xander Amyntoros - Corinth

I stopped rping and then I came back, joined this lovely group and now I can't quit y'all. We keep a candle lit for Bradley James in this house and we're still waiting on that ring. Xander was an old ass vampire who was sassy as Lauren is a sassy person, became human, got engaged and then became a Wyvern Shifter (as I write this now, I realize the dragons have been in the room this entire time)

Arendil - Avalon

I love when Lauren plays slutty cubi's, it warms the heart and delights the senses. This group walked so The Queendom could run, I loved this group and the species which were changelings, halfbloods, fey and the knights of the round table were amazing.

Meryasek - Senatus

Our Fairy Prince! Lauren led the way with druids and the fey storylines really began to unfold, this is where I think we collectively got more kinker or at least less quiet about it. From tentacles to Mpreg, we really did it all.

Eivor - The Queendom

We've arrived at today and I'm still holding Lauren's hand! I am so honored to be her friend throughout the years and experiencing over the interwebs the bliss of her wedding day! I love our Queen and this hot silver elven piece of ass!

@eivorxelvhen

[ariadnesenatus]

who: @senatusstarters where: Meryasek & Dareth's wedding notes: a lot is happening so im smushing everything together and making it kiss, its a Mawage! (if u didnt hear the priest of princess bride saying that ur wrong)

Ariadne always knew how cruel Fey would capable of being and so she learnt young and fast to never underestimate their capacities, it was on one of the snowiest peaks that she laid one of Asterion's toys in sacrifice to Auril and it burned in the hearth of the Winter Flame. It was meant to bring him peace when they escaped Crete together and he never had a chance to play in the light of day and so she laid it to rest in hopes that the frigid winter would allow mercy on the townsfolk down below.

Sounds of wedding echoed from underneath the peak and she began her trek to join in the festivities, feeling too raw and too far away all at the same time. She lets the happiness that the wedding couple have bask over her, the radiance of their joy warmed her to her core despite how she just stepped in from the cold. "What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding.."

[avengingsoranus]

@thegodhorus location: um, the fairy forest ofc, just after the wedding. notes: it's like if the meadow from twilight was enchanted and for elves

Soranus had loved a great deal, he loved the elves for everything that they were, everything they had become, and everything he hoped they might be. In the past he had loved humanity and its many faults and failings; Soranus saw them as the children of the earth, the children of the garden, and in his adoration he'd allowed it to fan out and to spread. He'd love another's son like he was his own, and romantically, Soranus had loved that child's father. Unique in the romanticism of it all, the dawn elf had fallen short in truly protecting either. Ihy had died in the fires of the seraphim's rebellion and from that moment on things had forever changed between himself and Soranus. For the elf, this marked the beginning of the end.

Meryasek deserved happiness, that was the very least that Soranus could hope for him; that the daemonfey had found it at long last. The ceremony had been beautiful, one that scribes would be echoing for thousands of years to come. Here in the forest though, as Soranus often did, he found himself alone. Nearly alone, anyways, because thanks to Justice he never truly was.

His love for the elves remained, but as Horus' name was appropriated and put at the forefront of a league of hunters, Soranus saw his own people driven back. Eventually driven from this realm entirely; Horus was of the Seldarine, elven though he might have begun the breadth between himself and the God was as far as the land and the stars. That was what it meant to love a God though, to know that at any moment you stood in the presence of something greater, and at any moment they might deem you unworthy.

The elven realm was beautiful, but somehow it felt cruel. He was happy for the future of the elves, it looked bright, but Soranus could not help but live in the past. The world that he remembered as a child, torn apart by war as it was, the world that had been promised to them, the world they'd rebuilt, and then the world that Titania had built for them in the Otherworld. How long would this last? Forever? Unlikely. Cynical as Justice was, Soranus was often inclined to believe him.

"You're awake." Soranus muttered, "I'd heard you-" so much had happened, so much loss, pain and grief. This love that Soranus had once held for mortals had festered into something ugly, something that had polluted Justice's purpose. Corrupted it the moment that Soranus had brought the spirit within - but he didn't want to be alone, he couldn't stomach anymore losses. He couldn't stand to lose anyone else. Soranus cleared his throat. "I heard you placed yourself into Uthenera." It was true that Soranus didn't know what to say to the God, or how to say it for that matter. Where one had left, the other had remained, and now here they both were; many years between them.

[thepraetor]

when: cloe and kay's birthday, the night of september 22nd where: cloe's office trigger warnings: mild depictions of gore, references to all the shit that has been going on in senatus in the past year, self-worth issues, semi-suicidal ideation almost?? its not that but feels almost like that OK?? mentions: @emmawrxght @dhcmpirs @meryasek

Happy Birthday to You

Funny, how much can change in a year. Funny, how much can be lost to the flames. A year ago, Cloe’s star had been on the rise, her appointment to the Senate approaching, and with it the opportunity to make everything she had dreamed since her mother’s murder a reality. A year ago, Emma had still been alive, untouched by the ravages of a necromanced soul. A year ago, Meryasek had been alive and the fey still had their courts. A year ago, countless of halfblooded had been alive, ready to flock Rome in the hopes of a brighter future. 

A future that had been taken away from them in the blink of an eye. 

A year ago, there had been hope for a better, brighter future. But now? Now those hopes laid at her feet, turned to ashes as she discarded the hopes for something better in order to hope for survival. A hope for her people’s survival despite being embroiled in a fight between gods and monsters, between an immovable object and an unstoppable force.  

Happy Birthday to You

She is weary, the weight on her shoulders making her wish that she could bow her back and bend to the pressure. Making her wish that she could sink into the embrace of oblivion and forget her worries and fears. It is a terribly fantastical notion to have the hopes of other halfblooded resting on her shoulders. To know that they look at her and see someone worth admiration, see their own personal Atlas holding up their sky for them in order to allow them a glimpse of the heaven they had been barred from. 

It’s almost enough to drive her to the bottom of a bottle, to drive her to try the pills that had proven so much of a temptation for Kay throughout the years. 

Almost.

Cloe wants oblivion, desperately wishes for moments of peace like the ones she had found on the Midsommar’s Masquerade, non-consensual cannibalism aside, but rarely has she allowed herself to make her life about what she wants. 

She had been the perfect daughter for Victor to done affection when he found it convenient, the mature child for Liliana not to worry throughout her late night shifts, the supporting friend to ensure Kay always had a friend to lean on, the charismatic speaker for those who wanted a voice in the Senate but did not have the reckless lack of self-worth that she did. 

Her entire life, she had been defined by what she could do for others, by her worth in their eyes rather than her own. 

She is a halfblooded faiman, after all.

Lucky to be alive, lucky to be born, but not too lucky for she is still lesser than her father’s family. Lucky to touch the magic that humanity cannot, but not too lucky for it makes her an easier prey for the Eye. 

To the world, her worth is on her blood, on what her magic can do. Not on her herself, never on herself. 

Not until she made herself worth something by being too loud to ignore, too self-sacrificing to care about the target she painted on her back by demanding to be heard before the Senate. That made her worth something, her willingness to put herself in danger to help others, her willingness to draw the eyes of all those who prey on her kind in hopes of making it mean something. 

Well, she had done just that. Gone above and beyond expectations, and what she had gotten for her troubles?

The guilt sitting on her shoulders as she entered Mutat Domum after the wedding to find it devoid of life in its entirety, countless of halfblooded she had sworn to protect gone in the blink of her eyes. 

Dead friends, the memories haunting her every time she looked at the mirror. The nightmares of Emma’s embrace as she consumed her magic, the nightmares which reminded her that for a moment, she had thought she deserved to be ended by her friend’s hand because Cloe had failed her like she had failed many others. The images of Meryasek’s death imprinted in the back of her eyelids, burned into her memory so that she sees the light on his eyes fading as Ayi’ig pulled his heart out every time she blinked. 

A year ago, she had believed that things would only get better. And now? Now, she has never felt so alone. Not even after her mother’s death. At least then, Kay had only been a call away. 

At least then, she had known Kay would always be there by her side. 

Except. 

Except, she had managed to fuck up even that on her race to make herself be worth more than she was, hadn’t she?

Happy Birthday Dear Kay Happy Birthday to You.

She sits alone in her dark office, brown eyes focused on the single lit candle placed delicately on the cupcake before her. There had been supposed to be two of them, painfully planned to match and still demonstrate Kay and her respective personalities. There had been supposed to be two of them, sitting across the desk as they sang each other happy birthday as it had been every year. No matter how far apart, no matter the continents spanning between the two, Cloe had always called Kay on their birthday, they had always shared a laugh about their coincidence of their birth. 

They had always, since they met— since they found that they were not alone, that they were not the only halfblooded around, that they had someone who understood right by their side—, they had always sang happy birthday to each other. 

Except. Except she had taken that for granted, thrown Kay’s efforts away without realizing that she had. She had lost her brother because of her pride, and she didn’t know how to get him back.  

She had tried to find him that morning. Tried to ask him to share the cupcakes she had made with her, but she hadn’t been able to find him. 

Not in his room in Mutat Domum, not on the training grounds, not in his apartment. 

He had been avoiding her, and she understood. But for a moment— For a moment, she had hoped that they could set it all aside for their birthday. 

How stupidly naive of her.

From good friends and true, From old friends and new, May good luck go with you, And happiness too.

The candle burns dimly, the wax pooling over the cupcake’s icing as she watches it blankly, unable to muster the strength to blow it out before it ruins the sweets taste.

She doesn’t want a fucking cupcake.

She wants everything that had been lost in the past year to return.

She wants, and wants and wants, but it has never been about what she had wanted, it has always been about what she could do. 

And what she could do is prevent any more grief, even if it means she has to take more burdens upon herself. 

She is already Icarus, flying too close to the sun.Might as well make it so when she goes, she goes down swinging.

[astralyavie]

@hayliel location: the home that hayliel picked out for them because how sad notes: bicycle built for two (Seth)

Slipped through the astral, Yavie lingered over his friend’s body as he watched his friend’s lifeless, and still frame. Even here the King looked beautiful in a way, like he’d been carved for death or was the product of some great instruction. Their last words were distasteful, but neither had ever wished ill upon each other. Yavie was headed in one direction and Meryasek in another, so many years divided that moment from where Yavie stood now that it felt trivial. Childish. Yavie tipped his head towards Mery’s forehead and pressed his lips against it as he whispered a prayer against his friend’s dead ear. The King’s guards returned, but Yavie was already gone.

Above the city everyone looked kind of, gross? Very sick, at any rate, it was off putting and neat all at once. There was a man literally shitting in the street, some woman lost her lunch right on the sidewalk. Plague had come to the city but that wasn’t really surprising, considering the reputation that followed the seraphim it was more shocking that it hadn’t happened sooner. At least, Yavie assumed it was one of Hayliel’s more annoying siblings that had done it. That reminded him, they all needed to die.

“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do,” Yavie sang as he slipped into their old home but found that Hayliel wasn’t there, it had been a very, very long time for the former fey but he was pretty sure it had only been a few weeks for Hayliel. If the fallen had moved on then there was going to be trouble. “I'm half crazy all for the love of you,” he followed his own song as he blinked in front of Hayliel, face bright as he wrapped his arms around him and turned in the air, squeezing as hard as he could. “It won’t be a stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage, but you’ll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.” Yavie kissed the other square on the lips as they turned more slowly through the air now.

“Did you miss me?”

[titaniaoftheseasons]

@farenduil location: Araushnee's Grove, Arvandor notes: one last thread with mother Araushnee’s grove was void of any life, Lloth’s betrayal had stripped it of its splendour and while it would have been a small matter to sow seeds and new life into this soil, it remained as a warning. Mneme and Aegnor’s repulsion from this realm was a message, Titania’s amputated limbs another. Her ruined sister would kill Meryasek, and with him her people’s last hope would flame out. They were emotional creatures, void of leadership; their grief would just consume them. Perhaps it was better to be over, when a limb became necrotic you cut it off, you didn’t cling to it and hope that it didn’t take your life with it. 

“I was a terrible mother,” Titania whispered, “I put everything I was into being Queen of a people that came to hate me. I wanted to be a mother, and I failed. I wanted to be Queen, and I failed at that too.” The archfey wasn’t the type to purposefully invoke sympathy or to petty self-pity, but the long years tethered to so many of her people had addled her mind alongside the spellplague. While the pharmakis had restored her and the Gods of Elysia had healed her, Titania wasn’t the woman who’d left the mortal realm behind. She’d promised so much to Zahrya, to Meryasek, but even in her resurgence she’d vowed vengeance and made them pledge the same. Everywhere she looked there was fault etched in the lines of all that she had written, Farenduil had not held back, she knew that he despised her: and he’d been right to. Titania despised her too. 

“I thought for so long that it was within my power to control everything, that if I just held on tight enough then we wouldn’t have to lose anymore than we already have.” Titania turned towards her son, worried hands wrung in front of her, “You and your friends came here seeking aid but you won’t find any: Corellon turned his back on the mortal realm long ago.” Farenduil, the son with whom Titania had expected the world and Meryasek, the son with whom Titania had never expected anything. How they’d both surprised her, and how she’d ruined them both. She could feel the pain of his broken soul as his magic ran keenly through her, the death of a warder was an insufferable loss. All because they had hoped to find aid in a hostile realm. Boons, perhaps, but nothing more: these elves sought worship, as all Gods did, nothing more. “As have I.” It was time for the eladrins to come home so they might at last be restored.

[davheira]

who? @nikolaigray​

where? a park near the Pyramid of Cestius

when? after the chancellor’s meeting, before the troupe leaves basically, the night before they leave

The opportunity to further explore the Otherworld had been an opportunity that he could let pass by, not when the task that came with such an opportunity was too crucial for their survival. When Meryasek had chosen him to be part of the troupe, Davheira had been honored and had not hesitated to accept. He had already accepted that he now desired to be helpful for his king, and what better use of a bard than this? It had not been until after the Chancellor’s meeting had come to a close that he had realized what it mean to leave on such a journey. This time, it would not be him left behind with the worry of whether he would see Niko again, but the other way around. It’s a puzzling thought, and perhaps a tad too hopeful, for as much effort he had put into the dates with the druid, Davhy doubted that he had understood them as such. Frankly, it was a tad embarrassing but it seemed as if he had been firmly set in the friend zone by the druid and he didn’t know if he should push yet or wait for a little longer.

Regardless on how the situation sat with him, he couldn’t very well leave Niko uninformed of his departure. After a brief visit to Isla, he had crafted a quick message asking Niko to meet him on the nearest park to the Pyramid of Cestius and had sent it off with a little ice construct of a bird, meant to last only long enough to get the message to him. Once that had been done, he had leaned against one of the trees and taken his time to wait for his druid’s arrival. He had been waiting a half an hour, when he had sensed Niko’s presence, his head lifting from where he had been staring at the ground making a mental list of all he needed to collect for the trip. A bright grin decorates his lips as he sees the druid, one hand lifting to wave at him.

“Wonderful evening we are having, no?”

[farenduil]

Location: Winter Court Office Person: @wintersaurora​ “I thought you’d come back here first.” He’s been waiting, is actually in her chair slumped down with his elbows on the armrests, fingers steepled together. The room, all of the greenery in it, seems to clash with their combined presence, Fall and the Winter that followed it meeting somewhere in the middle. Meryasek had said that Emma didn’t want any revenge on the woman before him and a bitter part of him reminded him that Emma wasn’t there to see him enact it if he wanted to. Farenduil didn’t think he could cause her any harm anyways, the look on her face tells him that. She’s already punishing herself, she already knows. How long had she prepared for this day? She’d put her memories right out there for him, what reaction had she expected? It’s a cold thought to have, if he’s meeting her expectations. “You have a lot of explaining to do, Chancellor.” His gaze is unwavering, he doesn’t move a muscle. He wants to shout at her but instead a gust of wind enters the room through the window and closes the door to the room behind her, the slam of it enough. “You can start by explaining how long you were going to go on with the ruse before you told me that you cursed the children of the man who visited you in your exile.” It’s not his usual calm, the words are laced with the same frost that creeps along the floor with every step Aurora has ever taken. “Were you truly waiting for her to die?”

[wardercloud]

closed starter for @chancellorxlaer​ location: summer’s sands note: summertime.mp3

Cloud had been in a bit of a stupor for months, only ever exiting their little solitude to check on whatever the hell was happening with Aegnor. They were curious about how a drow had ended up here, but there was almost nothing they wouldn’t do for Meryasek. Their dear friend was the king now and they had never properly congratulated him. It probably had a lot to do with the state of inebriation they had been in. Nevertheless, they had been more interested in whatever the hell Laer had been up to. The chancellor had helped them with handling Theneras’ belongings, but now all they could hear him talking about was the summer orgy that Cloud never actually participated in. And, of course, when they actually happened upon the chancellor, the man was damn near naked. Not a shocking sight at all. “There was a human here that I ran into. Is he a friend of yours?” There weren’t a lot of people that were welcomed into the palace so it was certainly an interesting sight to see.

[wardercloud]

"Well, if you change your mind, you know I'm here." That was the least Cloud could do. They'd mostly kept themself holed up in a cave in the distance recently, but they didn't mind exiting it once in a while to visit the few friends they had. Meryasek and Laer were the most important to visit at the moment so they didn't really have to go too far. "Elves like us, huh?" They guessed neither of them had really asked for what happened to them. Then again, Cloud didn't know much about what Mery had become. Maybe they'd ask eventually when the situation called for it. Not right now though. "I don't even know. I'm a warder. I'm tethered to Aegnor. Where he goes, I follow."

"No, no help. I've got it." Meryasek thought it was nice of Cloud to ask, but it wasn't like the other could do something that he needed at the moment. "All you can do – make yourself at home. This place is for you, too. Elves like us." He wanted to know what Cloud wanted, anyway. What their plans were. His friend was always a bit unsettled, something of a shield that constantly stood up. Constantly put themselves in harms way. Yet they always came out the other side. Many warders couldn't say the same thing. "What do you want to do with your life, here?"

[darethxshiral]

@wintersaurora location: Winter's Mountains notes: chilly

Scarlet wings carried him to the summit of the White Flame, the winter court had changed a great deal since their return. Meryasek was alive, changed just as he was, just as Nirvaan was, and just as Aurora had been. The crown that accompanied the wings, a signature of his race, dissipated as he landed. There were others: Aegnor, Tamlen, Cloud, Davheira, and Yavie. It seemed that everyone who ventured out into the Otherworld was changed in some way. Dareth had been right, they had been overpowered, but somehow had all benefitted in some way. Fate was fickle in that way.

“Does it ask anything of you?” Dareth asked, he only got so close to the flame, if only because those attending to it didn’t seem to enjoy his presence. It had a will of his own, some relic burned at its core, generations of song poured into one place.

[ayiigoftheshadows]

@nidhoggx location: Court of Drow notes: Plot Drop 1, Day 1 (before the invasion)

The eladrin Revas' head sat on a spike outside her window, he was still alive in the most brutal ways imaginable, Death could be cruel like that, but at the very least the Queen had done herself the courtesy of gouging out his eyes. The ears were already missing, a trademark of their dear Inquisitor, she wasn't a sadist by any means, violent torture was... Mundane. She preferred to break a man down from his core, if only to put them back together again in a new light.

Nidhogg dressed behind her as she looked the creature over, her own armour laid to the side as she waited for the dragon to begin fastening it to her. The slip she'd been wearing had already been traded for the tunic as the great armies beneath the balcony amassed. Whispers had reached the spymaster's web of some power growing in the forest but Ayi'ig was not concerned, the brilliance of her council, the rawness of her power, and the weight of all those that they had brought under heel would be more than enough.

"It didn't have to be this way." The Queen remembered her conversation with Meryasek, "Had the King just given me his head, all this could have avoided." The selfishness of Titania and her children would never end. "Instead he took my son from me." And I will take everything from him. "He has children, did you know that? Twins. Hollowborns." How she would delight in raising them as her own.