#alyafae

[auntiezelda]

@alyafae gets a starter

Everything was bright and vibrant and alive around her, or at least that was how she felt. And part of her knew, deep deep in her mind, that she was under a spell. But the longer she was under it, the less she could access that part of her mind. All she knew was that she felt positively overwhelmed with feeling. And that was when Mae walked into her office.

"Mae," she happily exclaimed, smile bright and warm, and quickly shortened the distance between them and took Mae's hand into her own. "Don't you look so fetching in that dress. It really suits you."

[unbeleveable]

@alyafae gets a semi-plotted silrah au

There were plenty of other restaurants in the city, but Andreas had insisted going back to Saul's. He had enjoyed the food so much before that he had made the friends they were meeting dying to go there as well. Farah wouldn't have minded, if it wasn't for the black-eye that concealer did only so much to cover up.

It had been an accident, of course, but she knew Saul wouldn't see it that way. Not with the way that he had grown up-the way both of them had brown up. So she tried to keep her face hidden by the menu when he approached to take their orders himself, but could tell by the barely perceptible tightening of his jaw that he had noticed anyway.

A little while later, Farah excused herself to go to the ladies' room, only to find herself followed by Saul. "Don't overreact," were the first words out of her mouth as she turned to face him. "It's nothing."

[wastheheart]

Protect her. The sentiment felt as dead as she did; why would this stranger protect her when those close to her—those supposed to—turned a blind eye to her suffering? She wanted to scream and swear, command he stop and depart. She just wanted something to herself! A choice made and respected.

And then he mentioned their first meeting and the fire that had riled her up began disappearing. That stuttered moment allowed the grief to swell once more, fresh tears falling against already sore cheeks.

"Your path crossed the end of mine." Esme didn't want to justify her actions or thoughts to anyone. She couldn't entertain surviving, either. Everything felt so thick— like she was moving through molasses. "When he finds me, he'll kill me and he'll kill you too. Why would you risk sticking your neck out for a woman you don't even know?"

When  Esme  yelled  at  him  like  that,  Carlisle  couldn't  help  but  relaxing  his  posture  a  little.  She  was  tense  enough  for  ten  people  and  he  didn't  need  to  add  up  to  it  even  though  he  grew  more  and  more  worried  with  the  minutes  passing.

He  waited  for  her  to  let  it  all  out  because  what  could  would  it  have  done  for  him  to  interrupt  her  again  and  again  when  she  clearly  had  a  lot  to  let  out  -  whether  she  would  do  it  or  not.  "I  can  protect  you,  Esme."  It  was  a  simple  statement  and  maybe  it  sounded  absolutely  crazy  coming  from  a  supposed  stranger.  But  he  was  no  mere  stranger.  "I  will  not  let  him  hurt  you,  never  again.  I  cannot  bring  back  your  son  but  I  can  protect  you."

He  sighed  quietly.  "I  remember  when  you  were  sixteen,  you  were  so  full  of  life  and  joy.  Our  paths  must  have  crossed  again  for  a  reason,  so  please,  Esme  ..."

[korzionarchive]

@alyafae gets the first survival au starter for meleys

Rhaenys had resisted help getting out of bed. She was an invalid, yes, but her broken bones were slowly repairing themselves and she wanted to do this on her own. The proud princess had to cede to help getting dressed, as she would have had regardless of her condition, but once she was, she once again shook off help as she hobbled toward the door, leaning heavily on her cane. She could not help but think of Viserys as she did.

Slowly, very slowly, Rhaenys made her way down the halls to the rooms that Meleys had been given, now trapped in her human form. Upon arriving, she knocked twice, awaiting a response.

[unbeleveable-archive]

@alyafae sent: “ who did this to you ? ” / from saul for farah, but saul is well aware it was rosalind

Farah had tried to hide the fact that she had runic limiters clapped onto her wrists, tearing up her skin, but Saul had spotted them anyway. She looked down, clearing her throat before answering. "She thought I was cheating by using my magic during hand-to-hand combat training, so she decided that I need to learn to live without it for a few days."

[ravarui]

Starter for @alyafae cause she's my beloved and gets all the special benefits

Never in his life would Anthony have thought he would have to hide and travel like a common criminal. The death of his brother had left his marks on his soul. To think that he had lost nearly everyone of his family by now. His father Rickard and oldest brother Brandon, both killed by the mad king. Then his beloved sister Lyanna and now Ned as well. Tony was no religious man, but it felt as if someone or something just wished to make his family suffer in all kinds of ways.

Speaking of family, he glanced at the young redheaded girl at his side. His niece, Sansa, to whom he was no more than an estranged uncle who had left Winterfell many years ago. Still, getting her and himself out of Kings Landing was the least he could do, he owed his dead brother that much at least. Yes, he had sworn his loyalty to the Lannisters when that brat Joffrey had gotten crowned, but this oath meant nothing to him. Should they curse him, call him an oath breaker, he didn't care. He had done what was necessary for his own survival and he would do it over and over again. His pride was worth nothing if it cost him his life and would have left his niece completely alone in Kings Landing.

Their travel hadn't been easy, but nothing but relief flooded him when they finally reached the Twins. He may despise the Freys, but there had been talk that this was where his nephew was currently with the rest of the Northman. And seeing the banners of House Stark flying proudly in the wind confirmed everything.

However it wasn't his nephew he would seek out first. There was someone else he needed to speak to first. And by the gods he owed her so many apologies.

Whispers spark immediately when he makes his way through the camp with Sansa at his side. He may not have been in the North for many years, but there were enough men who still recognized him. The two of them come to a halt in front of a tent and it's then that Catelyn, his brothers wife turns and makes eye contact with him.

"Lady Stark...." he doesn't know what else to say, not when Sansa rushes past him with the cry of mother and wraps her into a hug. Yes, he may have been able to get one of the girls out, but not Arya. His youngest niece was still missing and he had no clue about her whereabouts. He dreaded that conversation already.

[acourtcfmuses]

@alyafae asked: are you actually leaving? / from morticia for larissa

"It may come as a shock, but I do have a job to do." The headmistress told her pointedly before sighing. "However, you are more than welcome to accompany me on my rounds. It may feel like old times wandering the halls with one another. I can catch you up on Wednesday's progress while we're at it?" she offered. The young Addams was both similar but yet completely different from Morticia that it baffled the mind.

"She is doing rather well in classes, though her therapist believes there are some things she could work on."

[tolimorghon]

this wasn't the black beasts first encounter with the man, they had met many times; and he was likely the only one who lived to tell the tale. coal black wings stretch out as green eyes are kept on the man, something was different about him this time. "something is different about you." the black beast speaks, and he was not sure how he felt about it.

@alyafae gets a semi-plotted thing for Corlys from Cannibal

[inaredflush]

@alyafae get a kate

Kate scowled at the other archer. "I don't appreciate your tone." She signed to him. "The vet said he was perfectly healthy." As if to counter her point, the subject of their conversation - Lucky - decided to let out a loud, whining yawn before laying down on her couch. Her eyes rolled back before she responded to Clint. "Lazy doesn't mean I'm going to stop giving him pizza. I'm not cruel."

[wastheheart]

@alyafae (carlisle) asked: [ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. (thank you!)

The fire has been burning for a few hours now. Esme has felt entirely out of her body the whole night, her eyes seeing, but not truly looking; her ears have been hearing, but not listening.

It's not often they have guests over, not this many at least and definitely not in these circumstances. Esme almost wants to smile at the sight; it's been years since she's seen some of the individuals here, but the thought turns sour as soon as she remembers what they are facing. How many of these faces would survive tomorrow?

Her hands come to wipe over her face. She is exhausted, but there is no relief to be found. Instead, she lifts her head up to gaze through flickering flames.

In lieu of a halo, the soft orange of their burning fire illuminates Carlisle's face; his dark eyes are watching her in return, the smallest of smiles upturning his lips once she realises he's been silently observing her all this time.

She hasn't meant to drift apart from him. Company has meant meeting people's needs and, especially tonight, apologising for the reason they find themselves here to begin with.

Esme is standing and walking towards him before she can even process what she's doing. It doesn't matter, his arms open to welcome her. Whoever was lingering next to him swiftly took their leave. For a moment, Carlisle keeps his arms tightly around her as her own arms hook underneath his and around his back her fingers interlinking so to hold him tighter.

She feels lips press against her hair and finally, after a deep inhale to savour the scent of her mate, she pulls back to examine his face. He's just as beautiful as he was when they first met— even more so. She no longer has human sight obstructing his full beauty. Now, she can enjoy every single aspect of his face; the contours of his cheeks, the way the light dances across his skin, the blonde of his eyebrows.

"Come, let's spend some time alone," she murmurs, her hand coming to take his, fingers interlinking with each other as she coaxes him away from the crowd. The crackling of fire fades alongside the various chatter of their guests. It is replaced by the crunching of leaves and the snapping of branches until the forest opens into a clearing, and they're bathed by the moon in lieu of clouds— a rarity in Forks.

Esme leads them to the centre of the meadow, flowers offering a pleasant but unobtrusive scent. She playfully pushes her husband to the floor, hovering above him as foreheads touch, one hand against his chest and the other buried amongst grass.

"Let's just have this moment, please." She places a kiss against the corner of his mouth, desperate for intimacy, scared it will be their last chance. "Just a moment to forget everything else."

[auntiezelda]

Finally in control over her own body once more, Zelda wanted to tear Faustus apart for what he had done to her, for what he was attempting to do to her family. Yet she couldn't follow that instinct; she had to be smarter than him, and Satan knew she was certainly that. The only instinct she could follow after leaving her home was to go to the one witch she knew she could trust above all others, @alyafae. Maerose had always been a most loyal friend.

Knocking surely upon her door, Zelda need not wait long before the witch appeared. She attempted to give a smile but couldn't find it in herself to force one; she'd have to do plenty of that soon enough. "I'm sorry to show up unannounced and so late, but I have a favor to ask." She kept her hands clasped in front of her, missing her typical jewelry, missing her rings she could twist round when a cigarette was nowhere to be found; damn him and his spell.

[unbeleveable]

@alyafae gets more angsty silrah

Saul was not himself. No one else seemed to notice the changes in personality, but Farah did. Perhaps because most of them were direct at her. He was cold in a way he had never been with her, prone to snapping. It felt like he was trying to push her away.

She had done nothing to deserve this anger, of that much she was sure. If there had been a building resentment all along, Farah certainly had never noticed or felt it through their bond. All that she had ever felt was an emotional connection; one that it had taken her far too long to realize was love. This, her gut told her, was unnatural behavior. Behavior influenced by magic similar to her own and there was only one other mind fairy out there powerful enough to do such a thorough job.

But Rosalind was trapped in stasis, unable to move let alone access her magic. Or so Farah had been told. Could her former mentor have overcome it?

[korzionarchive]

@alyafae sent: i thought you were dead. i saw you die. / from corlys

There was little light in violet eyes as Rhaenys smiled grimly. Some would tout that it was the mercy of the Greens' that she had not, but she wouldn't call it that. What she had endured was far from merciful. The cold, rat-infested cell; the near starvation. They had only kept her alive enough to be able to keep her as a bargaining tool. There had been days that she would have rather been dead.

But she wouldn't tell Corlys that.

Instead, she just placed scarred hands on her husband's chest, looking up at him. "I did not die," she said, simply. "I've been here waiting for you."

[unbeleveable-archive]

@alyafae gets a random ghostie silrah au starter

The waiting was more agonizing than her death had been.

Transparent fingers picked at non-existent cuticles as Farah paced the castle floors, trying not to think too much about what Saul was doing right now. A task that she failed at miserably as she had nothing better to do with her time than dwell.

He had managed to convince her that he was only going on the blind date to appease the friend who had set it up for him. That Saul wasn't going to enjoy himself in the slightest like he swore, Farah wasn't as convinced of. He may not intend to; he may even actively try not to, but there was bound to be something appealing about a woman of flesh and bone in contrast to, well, her.

It had been a mistake letting herself fall for him. They could never really be together as long as the barrier between life and death separated them and sooner or later Saul would surely tire of the limitations. He would move on and it would be a mercy for him to abandon his inheritance as Farah would rather go back to being alone than having to watch him be with someone else. Even if the heartbreak couldn't kill her, it could certainly drive her mad.

When she eventually heard the heavy front doors opening and Saul's voice calling for her, Farah hesitated for a moment. Did she dare go and confront the truth? Could she handle standing there while he tried to pretend the evening had meant nothing and they could continue on as they had been? She wasn't sure, but when he called for her again, this time with a note of concern in his voice, she knew she had to.

A forced smile was fixed on Farah's face as she materialized in the foyer. "You're back," she acknowledged, clasping her hands together in front of her.

[ravarui]

// @alyafae @fortislumen @ppctts and me on our way to support and hype up each others posts like:

[tolimorghon]

“mother will not return if she is to go to Rook's Rest alone...they will ambush her...” the words are murmured, barely acknowledging her father's presence, mostly speaking to herself.

@alyafae gets a thing from the child