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30. Diamond

@jegulus-microfic | March 30: diamond | word count: 619

If there was one thing that Regulus Black was known for it was being picky.

James has been thinking about this for months, even now as he walks back to their apartment he can't help but think about it.

Regulus had grown up in a fancy house in London with butlers and people who were willing to adhere to his every whim. This of course makes him, frankly at times, a very spoiled boy. While he had grown out of some of his habits from childhood, one thing neither of the Black brothers could ever outgrow was their expensive taste.

James has never minded this, he knew about all of the things that Regulus liked well before they got together. He loves Regulus and is more than happy to indulge him with all of those things.

This all tied into his dilemma.

Since he has never shied away from buying Regulus gifts. It's one of his many love languages. If he sees something that Regulus might like he will immediately buy it and give it to him, he won't even wait for a birthday or special occasion.

One of the things he will often buy for Regulus is jewelry. His boyfriend loves it, he trades out rings, necklaces, and earrings.

So what do you give your significant other that has a large assortment of rings (a lot of which) you buy for him yourself) each just as fancy as the next for an engagement ring?

This has been driving him crazy.

There are of course a few things that he knows. Like that he wants to get it engraved so that even if it is not custom-made it will be special, he knows it has to be silver, and he knows that it should not be overly flashy.

At the moment his biggest dilemma is what stone he will use. A diamond? no, too classic and boring. Pearl? too simple. Alexandirat? no blue wasn't either of their colors. Birth month stone? Basic. Opal, Emerald, Topaz… nothing seemed right. Nothing screamed, “Regulus Black I love you, marry me”.

He has seen hundreds of rings by now. Passed by so many jewelry stores, and had seen rings that Regulus would love…so why can't he seem to pick one?

Realistically James is aware that regardless of the ring that he gets him he will say yes. But how could he propose if he doesn't even know what stone Regulus would want? Isn't there some sort of guide or rule that says they should know?

The longer he waits the more reasons he comes up with as to why Regulus might say no and it becomes all too clear why he is having a hard time picking a stone. If he doesn't ask he doesn't get rejected.

Maybe taking the long way home wasn't doing any good to his overthinking. But Regulus had said that he would be home late and he thought the day was nice enough to go out.

The thoughts lay heavy on his stomach as he opened the door to their apartment.. and then almost like they had never even existed they vanished as he stepped in.

In the middle of their living room with flowers scattered around him and the light from the dining room hitting his face stood Regulus with a small box in his hand. He was smiling, a full real smile. Something that had been so rare when they met but he was now blessed with every day.

When he looks down at the ring in the box, he sees the complementary ring to the first one he had gotten Regulus, he knows that there is no world where Reg would've said no, or even hesitated.

[cressidagrey]

Eira's Fashion: Chapter 10

I asked, at least 5 of y'all were delighted, so here you go.

Also, Fashion in Prythian is a mystery because Hello, Fleece Leggings and Sweaters but also gowns for everyday? So definetely don't take this as gospel for anything other but me having fun with my random interest in fashion history.

So:

Eira's Green Velvet Coat over a cream silk and cotton dress.

In Real Life this is a 1940 Hostess Gown, which would probably be worn by a chic suburban housewife entertaining at home. Storywise, I imagine that Eira actually would have worn the green velvet coat over a variety of different outfits in Spring and Autumn, if the Night Court was too cold for just a dress but too warm for a heavier winter cloak.

Also that Emerald Necklace that Azriel spied was not actually Emerald but instead Peridot, which also just so happens to be Eira's birth stone as she is born in August. Aww, how romantic these shadows can be...

Lavender Dress, made out of tissue thin pleated silk, and belted with an embroidered ribbon

In my head, the Day Court's fashion is pretty much old roman, so this is Eira's nod to it.

Pinterest calls this Edwardian, which it definitely is not. It's also probably Polyester and that belt is absolutely horrid, so just imagine it actually embroidered with silver and pearls and not with a necklace from Claire's circa 2012.

It does have the silhouette I imagined though and the pleated material.

[jinjinxedsoul]

When The Sun Loved The Moon - Aegon II Targaryen

CHAPTER 2. THE CALL OF THE SEA

126 AC.

She had been avoiding that conversation because she didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but she was genuinely curious about her future. Her mother was already under immense pressure from the constant scrutinizing glances from the Queen and the relentless comments questioning the legitimacy of her birth and that of her siblings. Although she didn’t resemble her father much, she had all the traits that made her a true Targaryen, and if she was, then Jacaerys, Lucerys, and little Joffrey should be as well.

“Father,” she said loudly, catching Laenor’s attention as he was deeply engrossed in practicing with his sword.

Laenor paid little attention to his children. Although he loved them, he was always more occupied with his own pleasures. Of the two parents, it was Rhaenyra who had formed a closer bond with their children. However, it was known at court that Ser Laenor had a soft spot for his silver-haired daughter.

“Can we talk?” she asked, nervously fidgeting with the fabric of her dress.

Laenor nodded and set aside what he was doing to focus on his daughter.

They left the castle and walked along the riverbank in silence at first, until Laenor finally spoke up.

“Did you receive the jewels I brought for you?”

Jaella’s smile widened, and she looked up at her father with bright eyes as she nodded.

“I loved them, thank you.”

He knew his daughter enjoyed wearing jewelry, especially pearls, so whenever he traveled, he made sure to find something for her. Jaella had many earrings and necklaces adorned with the symbols of her mother’s house, but Laenor always indulged her with pearls and beautiful river stones, reminding everyone that Jaella was not just fire and blood, but also salt and sea.

"I’ll make sure that your future husband can shower you with as many jewels as your mother and I do,” Laenor promised.

Jaella was internally grateful that it was her father who broached the subject, as she wasn’t sure how to start it herself.

“And who will my future husband be?” she asked.

“That hasn’t been decided yet, little one,” Laenor began, steering clear of the harsher realities of the political landscape surrounding their family. “But rest assured, he will be someone worthy of you, someone who will value you as we do.”

Jaella knew that these details would take a backseat. While she understood that her parents loved her, she also knew that right now, securing allies was more crucial. She wasn’t entirely sure why, but she had overheard her mother mention it a few times.

“But it’s still too early for you to worry about that,” Laenor reassured her, running his hand through her hair.

“Jacaerys has already been betrothed,” he said simply.

“Yes, but it’s always hard for a father to let his little daughter go to another man,” Laenor added.

Jaella felt a knot tighten in her stomach. It was rare for her to receive such affectionate treatment from her father, but it was always comforting. No matter how much she tried to keep Laenor out of her affairs, a gesture of affection from him reignited the love she had for him.

After all, he was her father.

Or so she wanted to believe.

It was what her mother repeated over and over, tirelessly. It was what she and her siblings had convinced themselves of despite the very evident reasons they had to believe otherwise.

“Do you love me, Father?” The question slipped from Jaella’s lips before she could stop it. She felt vulnerable for asking, and as soon as the words were out, she wished she could take them back.

But the question hung in the air, and all she could do was wait for a response she was afraid to hear.

Laenor’s expression, once serene, hardened. He knew well that the doubts growing in his daughter’s mind were fueled by the whispers she heard in the halls of the Red Keep.

He knelt to be at Jaella’s eye level and cupped her face in his hands with such tenderness it sent shivers down her spine.

“Of course I love you, Jaella,” he replied, his voice firm but tinged with an emotion he rarely showed. “You are my daughter, my blood, and always will be. Don’t let the words of others make you doubt that.”

His words sounded sincere and resolute. Maybe she needed more than that, but she decided it was better to believe in his assurances.

Laenor Velaryon was her father.

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It was highly unusual for the breakfast table to be full at that hour, but that morning it was, and it was the king who seemed most pleased about it. Viserys and Alicent were seated at each end of the long table, with their children on the left and Rhaenyra’s family on the right.

The great hall was filled with the laughter of the young ones, and everything seemed to be going well until the weary words from the king created a tension that put everyone on edge.

“Is there any suggestion yet for my granddaughter’s future marriage?”

The first to noisily put down his utensils was Aegon, earning a disapproving look from his mother. The young prince refused to continue eating until there was an answer to his father’s question.

Rhaenyra was the first to speak, trying to keep her tone calm as she looked at her father.

“Nothing has been decided yet,” she replied, carefully choosing her words. “Jaella is still young, and there is time to consider options that will be beneficial for everyone.”

Viserys nodded with a smile.

“Do you have any suggestions?” he asked, looking at his granddaughter with a glint in his eye.

Jaella took a small sip of her drink, her gaze quickly darting towards Aegon, who let out a barely audible chuckle. Alicent’s face twisted in displeasure, but she could do nothing about it, as it seemed she was the only one noticing the strange complicity between the two.

“I haven’t thought about it.”

“What about Decran Stark? I heard you made friends with him when he visited King’s Landing,” Laenor remarked, looking at his daughter with curiosity.

The mention of the Northerner’s name made Aegon stiffen, his smile fading as he turned his gaze back to the plate of food in front of him.

“Lord Decran is…”

“He and Jaella exchange letters,” Jacaerys interjected with a teasing tone.

Jaella’s fierce gaze turned on her brother, but he took advantage of their mother’s position between them to continue his teasing without having to fear the consequences.

“He tells her everything about the North, and she sends him dried flowers in every letter.”

“Jace!” Jaella protested, her face flushing with embarrassment.

Viserys let out a hearty laugh, which was somewhat muted by a brief fit of coughing. Once he recovered, he turned his gaze back to his granddaughter with the same interest as before.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed,” her grandfather encouraged her. “The Starks are honorable people. Since you have such a good friendship with him, I’ll consider him as a potential suitor for you.”

Aegon’s insides churned with disgust. The nausea hit him, and he wanted to get up from the table, but his mother’s stern gaze was fixed on him, waiting for the slightest mistake. So, he remained seated, wishing he hadn’t.

“Next week, my late wife’s nephew will arrive,” Viserys announced. “Harland Arryn. He is only a year younger than Jaella and Jacaerys. I assume they will be able to form a friendship, and if things look promising, he might be a good prospect as well.”

Aegon’s fork clattered onto his plate again. The thought of his father being so interested in marrying Jaella off irritated him, and the fact that he wasn’t being considered as a suitor irked him even more. Knowing that he now had to compete with two idiots for his niece’s affections was driving him mad.

“Aegon,” his mother reprimanded him softly.

“Excuse me, Mother,” he said, finally standing up from the table. “I need to train with Ser Criston in a few minutes.”

Aemond started to rise, looking at his brother with a confused expression, but Aegon quickly placed a hand on his younger sibling’s shoulder.

“Just me,” he muttered, then made a quick bow of his head before leaving.

Rhaenyra looked at her half-brother’s sudden outburst with curiosity and followed his retreating figure with her gaze until he disappeared. Only then did she rise from the table, trying to move quickly to catch up with him.

He hadn’t gone far, stopping at one of the balconies to gaze out over the city below.

“Aegon,” she called softly.

He turned immediately upon recognizing his sister’s voice, surprised to see her there. They weren’t exactly close, having exchanged only a few words throughout their lives.

“What do you want?”

Rhaenyra approached cautiously, careful not to invade his space, her maternal gaze—something his mother often lacked—causing a flicker of unease in him.

“I just want to talk to you.”

A bitter laugh escaped Aegon’s lips. “You might find this amusing, but I’m the only one at that table who understands how you feel about all of this.”

The prince frowned, confusion clouding his features. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Rhaenyra stepped closer, and Aegon instinctively backed away. When his mother did that, it often meant a slap or at least some rough handling was imminent. But his sister simply smiled, watching him for a moment before gently running her hand through his hair.

“We’re more alike than you think,” she murmured. “I know what you feel when they talk about Jaella’s future marriage, because I felt the same when they discussed Daemon’s marriage.”

The atmosphere weighed heavily on him. His sister, who had always seemed to keep her distance, was now opening up, holding his face with such tenderness that it almost hurt. He wanted to pull away—he shouldn’t accept this. His mother would likely call Rhaenyra the worst names if she knew she was having these kinds of talks with her son. But he couldn’t pull away, because the nearly loving touch of the woman who was supposed to be his enemy felt comforting.

He wished his mother’s touch had been like that.

“I don’t...”

“You don’t have to pretend with me, Aegon,” she interrupted, her voice gentle. “I know there’s a strong bond between you and Jaella, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

“She’s my niece.”

“I don’t think that bothers you,” Rhaenyra said simply. “Targaryens have always married their kin.”

“My mother would never allow such a union, and for that reason, I don’t want it either.”

Rhaenyra’s expression grew nostalgic as her thumb gently caressed his cheek, her other hand tucking a rebellious strand of his hair behind his ear. She wondered how much of Alicent Hightower was in Aegon, and if there was even a small part of his father within him.

Rhaenyra would have loved Aegon if she had been allowed to. He was her brother, after all—how could she not love him?

“Poor Aegon, always living to fulfill your mother’s wishes.”

He pulled away from her grasp as those words struck deep within him.

Rhaenyra smiled. There was much of Alicent in him, and that was far from a disadvantage. If she played her cards right, she could appeal to the good part of Alicent she had once known, a part that surely still lived, hidden inside Aegon.

“I wouldn’t consent to that union either,” she said sincerely. “I wouldn’t give my precious daughter to you.”

Aegon felt as if her words had landed a painful blow directly to his chest, but he tried his best not to show it. However, Rhaenyra noticed the brief flicker of pain that crossed his face.

"You’re not worthy of her."

"I know..." he muttered, his voice tinged with resignation.

"Maybe if you changed..."

His eyes gleamed with a hint of emotion, a small spark of hope that Rhaenyra recognized immediately. That brief flash of hope told her that perhaps the idea of marrying Jaella to him wasn’t as far-fetched as it once seemed.

But it wasn’t the right time—not yet. She had to wait until the moment was more... suitable. Aegon still had to grow, to change, and she had to be strategic in how she handled him.

"Time will tell, Aegon," she said softly.

With those words, Rhaenyra turned on her heel and walked away, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the faint glimmer of a future that was only beginning to take shape.

Harland Arryn, as Viserys had mentioned, had indeed arrived at King’s Landing to serve as the king’s cupbearer. It was a gesture meant to show the king's enduring goodwill towards the house of the woman he had once loved so deeply. The young Arryn was considered quite handsome for his age—barely ten years old, yet already possessing an attractiveness that made the girls of the court giggle whenever he greeted them.

Aegon couldn't fathom what made him so special; in his eyes, Harland was just another person, so ordinary that he thought there was nothing to worry about. The boy had the most mundane brown hair Aegon had ever seen, a face dotted with freckles and moles, and eyes that lacked any real expression. He rarely smiled, which only made Aegon more puzzled by the attention he garnered.

"He's an idiot," Aegon muttered as he tipped his cup to his lips, frowning in annoyance when he realized it was empty.

"He's actually quite pleasant," Helaena remarked, shrugging her shoulders.

"Pleasant? He barely speaks. How is he considered pleasant?"

"Harland does speak," Helaena said calmly, not taking her eyes off her insect. "He does it a lot when he's with Jaella."

Aegon would have liked to argue, but he couldn’t, because it was true. Jaella seemed enchanted by the boy, and the few times he had seen Harland smile had been with his niece, which caused him some discomfort in his chest.

Since Harland had arrived, Jaella had spent most of her time with him. Knowing that they might one day be married, she thought it was best to start getting along from now. Harland, for his part, was clearly taken with the silver-haired princess. Although younger than her, he seemed to have a protective instinct toward the young Velaryon, making him more spirited than one might have expected. By then, Harland had already defended Jaella a few times from Ser Criston’s sharp tongue.

That afternoon, they were reading. It was a rather pleasant day, and most of the children were gathered around the weirwood, including Harland, whom Viserys had ordered to receive an education similar to that of his own children and grandchildren.

"Your uncle is staring again," the brown-haired boy murmured, turning the page of his book.

Jaella looked up, meeting Aegon’s gaze. She frowned slightly and returned her attention to the book resting on her lap.

"He’s always staring," she replied with a shrug.

Jaella was aware that Aegon did not like Harland, and although she didn’t fully understand why, she found it somewhat annoying. Harland, on the other hand, seemed more than willing to ignore Aegon’s disapproval, focusing on enjoying Jaella’s company and his life at court.

"He should learn to look away," Jaella murmured after a few seconds.

But something inside her told her that Aegon wouldn’t.

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A few days had passed since her uncle had last spoken to her, and he seemed to be avoiding her at all costs. Jaella didn’t like it, so she had managed to slip through the secret passages during the early hours of the night and make her way to Aegon’s room.

“You need to stop doing that,” the young man said, completely startled when he saw her appear behind the door in the wall.

Jaella smiled mischievously as she entered the room with the ease of someone who knew every corner of the castle like the back of her hand.

“You can’t be in my room like this,” Aegon reminded her. “We shouldn’t be alone.”

Jaella rolled her eyes. Those rules seemed stupid to her. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t visit Aegon’s room or Aemond’s but could go to Helaena’s and Jacaerys’s. In her mind, there was no sufficient reason for her not to be there.

“No one knows I’m here,” she shrugged and then walked over to sit in one of the chairs, feeling far too comfortable.

“Why are you here?” Aegon asked, sighing heavily.

The girl sighed and made a face.

“I think you don’t want to talk to me anymore, so you’re avoiding me.” Aegon sighed again and sank into the chair across from Jaella, stretching a bit to reach the wine jug on the table between them. He poured himself a glass and drank it in one go.

“My mother has been more irritable than usual,” he said simply, smacking his lips and feeling the slight sweetness of the wine settle in his mouth. “All I want is for us to have a peaceful life, and when she sees me with you, she gets even angrier, so... that’s why I’m avoiding you.”

“We’re family; she should understand that.”

Aegon knew that was true. His father supported that idea, and so did his sister. But for Alicent, it didn’t seem to matter much. All she wanted was a strong claim for him once Viserys passed away. Having such a close relationship with his rival’s daughter only weakened him.

Another glass of wine was poured and consumed in under a minute.

“Try to convince her of that,” he grumbled, making a face.

Jaella wrinkled her nose. The queen wasn’t to her liking, just as she knew she wasn’t to Alicent’s. Jaella was fully aware of the contemptuous looks Alicent Hightower shot her and her siblings whenever she spotted them in the halls, despite the queen’s attempts to appear otherwise in the presence of others.

“I wanted us to spend time together before I leave.”

That caught the prince’s attention, and the alcohol he had recently consumed seemed to vanish from his senses upon hearing that.

“Leave?” he asked, frowning. “Where are you going?”

“My mother decided that we will be moving to Dragonstone.”

Aegon remained silent, trying to process the information. The thought of Jaella leaving the Red Keep was something he hadn’t considered, especially since it wasn’t something he wanted. Though he wouldn’t admit it, the presence of the Velaryons made him feel less lonely, especially Jaella, who frequently sneaked into his room just to keep him company or read him a book. Aegon truly appreciated that, as nights were when he felt most alone.

He also wondered if Helaena would be taken to Dragonstone, given that she was betrothed to Jacaerys. If so, it would leave only him and Aemond living in that nest of vipers, and his relationship with his brother wasn’t exactly the best Aegon could even say he got along better with Jacaerys than with Aemond

 “When will you leave?” he asked.

“In two days, that’s what my father said.”

Two days wasn’t enough time to process the idea of being left alone. Jaella noticed the shadow that seemed to darken her uncle’s gaze. She immediately stood up and walked over to him, taking his hands in hers.

“I’ll come to visit you,” she said, “I’ll ask my mother, and... I’ll send you letters.”

It wasn’t enough, but it was all he had left, and he preferred to accept that rather than having nothing at all. He had mocked poor Decran Stark so much for being reduced to just receiving letters, and now he found himself in a similar position. Indeed, the gods were cruel.

“I would appreciate it a lot.”

The prince stroked the back of Jaella’s hand with his thumb, holding her hands with more force than he ever had before, as if that could keep her from being taken away.

“Can you read to me tonight and the next?” he asked, looking at her.

She nodded.

That night, Aegon stayed awake until she finished reading, and when it was time to say goodbye, the prince dared to wrap her in an embrace.

Aegon wasn’t sure if he had ever hugged anyone before; perhaps he had done so during his childhood, but he had long forgotten what an embrace felt like.

It felt good.

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The next morning, Jaella was informed that she and her family were not the only ones leaving the castle; according to what her mother had said, Ser Harwin had been stripped of his position by the king and would be returning to Harrenhal that day, accompanied by his father.

Jacaerys and Lucerys were crying as the former commander said his farewells.

She was upset because she knew there was no real reason for her brothers to be so affected by Harwin’s departure. She was upset because her mother also seemed too sad; but most of all, she was upset because she, too, wanted to cry.

Ser Harwin was just another guard residing in the fortress; there was no significant reason to mourn his departure. During her short life, she had seen many guards come and go, and no one had ever shed a tear.

Yet there she was, wishing that the man could come with them to Dragonstone, continue training her in swordplay secretly from the court, and keep accompanying her on horseback rides in the afternoons.

“Jaella, come say goodbye to Ser Harwin,” her mother said, her voice choked with emotion.

She didn’t want to; saying goodbye would only make it more real.

“Ellie…”

“Allow me, Princess.”

Harwin approached her, kneeling to be at her level. Jaella looked him in the eyes, and her own filled with tears that she immediately wiped with the sleeve of her dress. The tears were replaced by the hands of the older man; a sad smile appeared on Harwin’s lips as he gently stroked the girl’s cheek.

“I promise I’ll come back,” he told her, the same thing he had said to Jace a few moments earlier.

“When?” she asked.

“I don’t know… in some time.”

Jaella frowned; he was lying. She had had many dreams of the future, and none of them included Harwin, but she didn’t want to tell him, because she didn’t want it to be true. So, she simply nodded.

“Don’t forget me,” Harwin asked.

“Don’t you forget me either,” Jaella’s voice trembled a little, and Ser Harwin stroked her hair.

“I could never forget you.”

How could he forget his own daughter?

Jaella nodded again and finally let him go.

She and Jacaerys ran to the door to watch him as he walked away down the hallway.

“Is Harwin Strong my father?” Jacaerys asked loudly.

Their mother gathered them both lovingly and looked at them seriously while she stroked their faces.

“You are Targaryen, and that’s all that matters.”

The twins looked at each other. Their mother would never dare to speak it aloud, but they weren’t stupid, and they knew—deep down, they knew. And at least Jaella didn’t feel bad about it.

Just a couple of moons after they arrived at Dragonstone, the bad news began to reach them.

The most significant was about their aunt Laena, whom they had seen rarely in their lives but whose death had a negative impact on their father, whose smile disappeared in the days that followed.

Then, a raven with news from Harwin Strong arrived from Harrenhal. He had died, and this erased the children’s smiles. Jaella even cried that night until she fell asleep, because the reality of never seeing Harwin again, the man who had given her so much love and patience, had finally sunk in.

Both deaths came at the same time, but there was no dilemma about which funeral to attend; it was clear that family took precedence over everything else. Harwin Strong was not their family.

They had to travel to Driftmark for the funeral. Laena had died in Pentos, so her remains took a few days to reach the Velaryon home.

It was the first funeral Jaella had ever attended, and she immediately decided it would be the last. She did not like seeing everyone in such sorrow; her grandmother couldn’t stop crying, and her father had taken refuge in wine from the moment they arrived at the castle.

During the funeral, it was her grandfather’s brother who was responsible for bidding farewell to Laena. His words about the purity of Velaryon blood seemed to be directed at her and her siblings, as Vaemond’s heavy gaze never left them, despite their attempts to ignore it. His fierce stare was unyielding, even though Laenor’s arms were protectively draped over Jaella’s shoulders.

Next to her was Aegon, who had witnessed the discomfort shadowing his niece’s eyes. They had not had the chance to greet each other before, but Aegon showed his support by seeking Jaella’s hand beneath the heavy black cloak she was wearing. Jaella looked at him as he intertwined their fingers, but then she turned her gaze back to the front.

Vaemond’s words continued, and Aegon’s grip on her hand tightened.

She wanted to leave because she found it increasingly difficult to endure, but before it became unbearable, she heard a laugh—mocking and derisive—that drew Vaemond’s attention away from Laenor’s children.

Jaella didn’t know him personally, but she recognized him because her mother often spoke of him. Daemon Targaryen was a name that always made Rhaenyra’s eyes light up with happiness, and although Jaella didn’t fully understand why, she knew her mother’s affection for him was deep.

The coffin of Laena Velaryon was lowered into the depths of the sea, and Jaella felt her father’s arms tense around her. She wondered if she would also be given such a fate when she passed away. If she could choose, she would prefer not to; the burning flames of dragon fire seemed a more suitable idea for her end.

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The tensions from the gathering were getting on her nerves; in that place, everyone seemed to regard each other as dragons eyeing their prey. So, she decided to leave shortly after offering a moment of comfort to her cousins, Baela and Rhaena.

Her mother appeared absorbed in her own affairs, and her father was nowhere to be found. Her grandmother was focused on caring for Laena’s daughters, and her grandfather remained with Lucerys. Even Jacaerys had received a moment of company from Aemond.

Jaella knew she wasn’t the center of attention, neither in the family nor at court. Jacaerys was the heir to the Iron Throne, and Lucerys was destined to become the Lord of Driftmark. But her own future seemed much more uncertain. The possibility of inheriting Dragonstone, if Jacaerys ever chose to bestow it upon her, was an option, but not one that filled everyone with enthusiasm. The reality she faced was that her value lay in the marital alliance she could forge.

The silver-haired girl walked along the shoreline, between the rocks, avoiding getting her dress wet, searching among the sparse grass for an insect she could later take to Helaena.

“Are you collecting those creatures now?” The voice behind her startled her, but she relaxed immediately upon recognizing it.

“They’re for Helaena,” she said simply, returning her attention to her search.

Aegon made a face of disgust but approached the younger girl nonetheless, sitting on one of the rocks while continuing to watch her.

“You shouldn’t encourage those quirks of hers,” he remarked, drinking from the cup he carried and then tossing it onto the sand.

Jaella completely ignored her uncle’s apparent annoyance as she put a couple of beetles, one bright green and the other scarlet, which seemed to be playing with each other, into the jar she carried.

—It’s not a quirk; it’s her way of seeing the world.

It was hard for him to understand the connection Jaella had with Helaena, and how she always seemed to find a way to defend her, to find beauty in the peculiarities that others would consider strange. He wondered for a moment if Jaella was capable of finding beauty in him as well. He knew his own behaviors were far from being as serene and fantastical as his sister's, but he wished at least Jaella saw him as something more.

“It’s... peculiar, at least,” Aegon admitted, shrugging. “But I guess that’s part of what makes her... special.”

Jaella smiled gently. Those words were the closest Aegon could come to expressing something positive about her sister; for now, she was content with him not speaking disparagingly of her.

They sat in silence for a moment, only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks accompanying them. It hadn’t been long since they last saw each other, and Jaella had sent a few letters, so they had never truly stopped knowing about each other.

“I’ve missed having you at the Red Keep,” Aegon suddenly said.

It was something he hadn’t mentioned in any of his letters, but now he felt free to say for some reason, perhaps because of the alcohol in his system.

“Really?” Jaella asked, a mix of surprise and curiosity in her voice, feeling her heart warm at the small display of affection the prince was offering.

Aegon nodded, turning his gaze toward the horizon, avoiding directly facing his niece’s reaction.

“The castle feels... different without you,” he admitted, playing with a small stone he found beside him. “Less... alive, I suppose.”

“I’m still getting used to life at Dragonstone,” Jaella said, moving closer to sit beside him. “My brothers’ dragons are too small for two riders, and I have to beg my father to take me for rides on Seasmoke, because Syrax is too spoiled to let my mother have a companion.”

Aegon chuckled softly.

“When Sunfyre grows more, I’ll take you flying myself,” he said without thinking.

“Would you?”

Aegon shrugged, trying to downplay his words, although there was a hint of sincerity in them that he couldn’t hide.

“Of course I would,” he replied, avoiding looking directly at her as he spoke.

Jaella smiled. She truly missed Aegon. Those conversations where he did everything to avoid showing interest, even though his words reflected the opposite, brought her joy. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy life with her family, but when you grow so attached to someone, it’s impossible to let go.

“Aegon?” she called, and he made a barely audible noise in response. “If I ever inherit Dragonstone, would you come live with me?”

Aegon knew that wasn’t possible, as she would be married off to some lord and would go far away to a place where he could never reach her. And he... Well, his mother had certain plans for him, plans that certainly didn’t even include the shadow of Jaella.

But he didn’t want to shatter her illusion because, deep down, he also wanted to believe that it was a possibility and that, somehow, the gods would be on his side and grant him at least one of the many things he had wished for in his life.

“Of course I would.”

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"I want to taste the wine," Jaella said seriously.

She didn’t know if there were secret passages in High Tide, but somehow, she and Aegon had managed to sneak out of their rooms in the middle of the night, returning to the beach to continue walking despite having spent a good part of the afternoon there.

"Definitely not," he scolded her, making her grimace. "Maybe in a couple of years."

"I can't wait that long."

Aegon laughed and shook his head. He didn’t bother trying to dissuade her from the idea, knowing she would find a way to convince him, one way or another. Besides, he wasn’t the best example; the bottle of wine he had brought along on their midnight stroll proved that.

"Just a sip," the prince warned.

The girl nodded, and Aegon held her face, keeping her still as he brought the bottle to her lips. The red liquid slid easily down her throat, and though it was a bit strong, she found the taste quite pleasant.

The prince felt guilty immediately; maybe he shouldn’t be doing this. If his sister found out, she would surely have his head on a pike without a second thought.

"That’s enough," he said, pulling the bottle away despite Jaella's protests.

The girl sat on the sand, gazing at what little of the sea she could see. Aegon sat beside her, considering for a moment before voicing the concern that had been troubling him ever since he learned he would no longer be able to stay informed about his niece’s future decisions.

He hadn’t dared to ask this in his letters either, as he wasn’t sure how he would react if he received an answer he didn’t like.

“Have they found you a husband yet?” he asked.

“At this time? Impossible,” she shook her head. “There are suggestions, rumors, and all sorts of comments, but nothing concrete. No one has come to ask for my hand or shown serious interest, and my mother doesn’t seem too pleased with the idea of betrothing me now. I think they want to wait.”

The weight on Aegon’s shoulders seemed to lift momentarily, and a sigh of relief escaped his lips. For a moment, he wondered if Rhaenyra was showing him some goodwill and was waiting for him to behave appropriately so she could ask Viserys for a marriage between him and Jaella. Although the idea was exciting, he doubted very much that this was his sister's intention.

“Speaking of your suitors, I have something for you,” Aegon murmured, searching through his clothes and finally pulling out a small wooden figure. “It seems I’m a messenger now.”

Jaella took the figure—a hawk with outstretched wings—and smiled. But she furrowed her brow as she considered Aegon’s words; this gift couldn’t possibly be from him.

“Harland made this for you,” the prince said with a forced smile. “He’s also carved a three-headed dragon, which he keeps in his room. He said he wanted you to have a piece of him in Dragonstone while he has something of yours.”

Aegon had really hesitated to bring this gift to Jaella. It wasn’t convenient for him that the girl continued to have any sort of contact with the young Arryn, but after a few punches and some harsh words, Aegon realized that Harland cared for the princess in a way similar to how he did. For a moment, he felt guilty, thinking that perhaps Harland was suffering as he was. Though never quite the same, of course—no one could feel the same as he did when it came to his niece.

“Thank you for bringing it,” Jaella smiled widely. “Please give him my thanks when you see him.”

“I’ll let him know I delivered it and that I’m doing too much,” Aegon replied.

Jaella chuckled. It seemed that the relationship between the two boys hadn’t improved in the slightest, but she wanted to believe that Aegon’s acceptance to bring the hawk was a step forward.

“Seems enough for now,” Jaella said softly.

They fell into silence again, while Jaella toyed with the wooden figure between her fingers. Remembering Harland brought her joy at that moment, though it didn’t compare to the happiness she felt from seeing Aegon again. If only the queen weren’t so stubborn, she and Aegon would be engaged already, and she wouldn’t have to wait for the next time she’d see him. Perhaps if she mentioned it to Aegon, he might intervene with Viserys. Maybe she should speak to her grandfather herself and express her desire.

“Aegon...”

“Your Highnesses!” Just as Jaella was about to share her idea with Aegon, Ser Erryk appeared, looking flustered and worried. “It’s your brothers.”

Jaella immediately stood up at the news, fearful that something might have happened to her siblings.

“Your brothers have fought,” Aegon said with curiosity, rising with calm, while Jaella looked as if she needed more details. “Prince Aemond has lost an eye.”

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The situation shouldn’t have escalated to this point; Jaella knew that, and she also knew that her brothers and cousins were responsible for it. Aemond hadn’t done anything wrong; it was well known that if Vhagar hadn’t wanted to be claimed by the prince, things would have turned out differently.

Vhagar wasn’t something Laena could have passed down to Rhaena. Even if she had made it clear, it was the dragon who chose its next rider.

But Jaella remained resolute in her task of protecting her siblings. Lucerys had hidden behind her when Alicent ordered Ser Criston to tear out his eye. While she knew that what Lucerys and Jacaerys had done was wrong, she never spoke a word about it. To her, the well-being of her family was more important than anything else, and she knew that Aegon thought the same way, given his insinuations questioning the legitimacy of her birth.

But she harbored no grudges. She understood that Aegon did what he could to keep his mother content; he was the eldest of his siblings and was expected to protect them as well. And though her uncle’s words had left a mark on her heart, she didn’t let them take root.

That night, and without really knowing how, Jaella managed to sneak into Aegon's room just before dawn. After the dispute between their brothers, the prince seemed unable to rest, especially since his mother blamed him for Aemond's misfortune.

“If you hadn’t been out walking with the bastard girl, this wouldn’t have happened,” she had said to him.

“You should leave,” Aegon said as soon as he noticed her presence. “You shouldn’t be here, especially not now.”

“I know... I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“It’s not me who needs care. My brother was mutilated.”

“I’ve also visited Aemond’s room.”

That shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did, but his chest constricted painfully. Aegon didn’t understand why Jaella continued to care about them, about him. What had happened that night made it clear that, despite their shared blood, their families were enemies. There was no reason for her to feel affection for him, just as he had no obligation to be considerate toward her.

“Now that you’ve done your act of goodwill, you have no reason to stay here.”

“Aegon...”

“It’s better this way.”

He had never pushed her away before, because he didn’t want to, and even at that moment, he didn’t want to do it. However, he was as fed up as his father with the constant fights and tensions between his mother and Rhaenyra. He wanted to do something to stop them, but their souls were already too poisoned to be corrected in any way. The only thing left to do was to stay as far away from them as possible, and while they were at Dragonstone, everything might go perfectly, even if the idea didn’t sit well with him.

“But...”

“Don’t be a spoiled brat for once in your life and do as you’re told.”

Jaella frowned at her uncle’s harsh words; he had never spoken to her that way before, and she certainly didn’t like it.

“You can’t give me orders.”

“I will be your king someday.”

Aegon had never taken ownership of that title, as no one was sure if it would ever belong to him. Saying it left a bitter taste in his mouth that made him want to vomit. This time was no exception.

Jaella’s stomach churned as well, knowing that Aegon calling himself heir meant he was disregarding her mother, and there was nothing more precious to Jaella in life than her mother.

“With your permission, Your Majesty.”

She spat the words with such anger that it pierced Aegon’s chest. He definitely didn’t like being called that; it sounded like a rotten word, one capable of pushing away the only person who genuinely cared for him.

When he tried to speak, Jaella was already gone, and once again, he was alone.

That morning, before returning to his castle, Aegon cried until he fell asleep.

That morning, Jaella had seen the ship and the three dragons depart, and although she had a horrible feeling in her stomach, she did everything she could to avoid breaking down in tears.

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For the next two days at High Tide, it wasn’t difficult for the younger twin to sense that something was wrong.

Especially with her mother, whom she had seen in the company of Daemon far more often than she could count on her fingers. Jaella wasn’t sure how to feel about that man, but her mother seemed too pleased with his presence, so she said nothing about it.

On the last morning of their stay at Driftmark, she was woken a few hours before the sun rose. She felt uneasy, and the dreams she had during the night were confusing and gave her a headache. She got up hoping to find a servant who could fetch the maesters for a remedy, but all she found was the commotion in her grandfather's hall.

The heartbreaking screams of her grandmother made her skin crawl, and amidst the chaos and desperation, Jaella became aware of the name being proclaimed by Rhaenys with so much pain.

“Laenor”

Her heart raced when she realized it was her father. Her chest heaved rapidly as she hid behind one of the columns to avoid being seen. It was then that she noticed a figure clad in a dark cloak skillfully running through the hallways.

Whatever had happened, this person was surely responsible. And with the guards too occupied inside the Sea Snake’s Hall, she might be able to follow him.

She wasted no time and ran after the man, soon realizing that there were two of them, heading hastily toward the shore where a boat awaited them. As she got closer, one of the men’s hood fell, and when he looked back, Jaella’s eyes met her father’s.

Her legs nearly gave out.

The sight of her father in that dark cloak, trying to escape amidst the tragedy, was like a punch to Jaella’s stomach. Her mind was in a state of complete confusion, struggling to comprehend what she was seeing. The image of Laenor, so desperate and so unlike the father she remembered, made her stagger for a moment.

“He’s dead!” Rhaenys had screamed.

But her father was there, alive and trying to escape from something Jaella didn’t understand. She should have let them know he was alive, and though she wanted to scream, Laenor’s pleading look stopped her.

“Forgive me!” he cried out with a broken voice before boarding the boat with someone Jaella would later discover was Ser Qarl, the man her father had so much affection for.

The princess tried to run after him again, but when she attempted to do so, she was stopped by a firm grip on one of her arms.

“Let me go!” she exclaimed, hitting the figure she still didn’t recognize with all the strength she had. “Father! Come back!”

Tears began to blur her vision as Laenor’s image grew fainter on the horizon. The grip on her arm softened, and Jaella desperately searched for a glance that could provide her with any kind of answer.

It was Daemon. Her uncle’s eyes were not very expressive, but one of his hands gently stroked Jaella’s silver hair as he whispered words meant to comfort her, though she couldn’t make them out as her mind was fixed on her father.

“There’s nothing you can do. It’s better to let him go.”

She broke into tears, ones that Daemon tried to silence, holding her face against his chest. The embrace she was enveloped in was solid and firm, a presence that, though lacking in emotion, tried to be a rock amid her storm.

First it had been Ser Harwin, and now her father. Jaella wondered how many more people she was destined to lose and if there was anything she could do about it.

Her salty tears were lost in the sand during the afternoon that followed her father’s “death,” as she gazed at the horizon in vain hope that Laenor would decide to return.

The sea had taken more from her than it had given; she was not the salt and sea as she had always been led to believe. She was fire, destined to burn in it.

[meat-wentz]

okay but why did birth stones go out of style i loved being in first grade and saying omg your necklace is so pretty and a girl in my class saying thanks it’s my birth stone it’s a ruby and i’d say omg my mom was born in july too (^__^ ) when i was in doubt i could buy a birth stone necklace or keychain or beanie baby or earrings for someone for their birthday and it always felt personal and special but also connective and broad like if someone bought me a birth stone i would say omg it’s so special to be a june baby :3 and if i saw someone else wearing a pearl i could say omgg a fellow june baby aren’t we all so blessed to be junebugs!!!!

[enchantedsoulofmine]

Merry Christmas

Chris Evans x Fem! reader

Summary: This time on Christmas you and Chris both have been quite exhausted with your two months old but then again, the Christmas spirit will not be down!

Warnings: Nah

Note: English is my second language.

‘And he’s down’ Chris came running down the stairs towards the couch where you were sitting and drinking your coffee. ‘Thank you, Chris’  you smiled.

‘no need my love, you deserve some rest’ Chris sat down on the couch beside you and leaned towards you to kiss your forehead. You kept your cup on the table and laid your head on Chris’ shoulder, while he held your hand and started to caress your hair with his other hand.

‘Mom called me in the morning and said that she wants to spend Christmas with us,’ Chris said looking down at you, ‘really? that would be so good, it’s her grandson’s first Christmas tomorrow, and I’m gonna be baking her favorite biscuit cake’ you grinned, ‘not only hers but it’s my fav too’  Chris pecked your lips and smiled, ‘it’s been a while since we met her’ he sighed, ‘yeah’ you closed your eyes leaning on Chris’ arms. 

‘What a year this was!’ Chris sighed, ‘I know right, a lot of things took place’ you smiled reminiscing some of the best moments of your life from this year.  ‘The best thing I got to experience this year was your pregnancy and the birth of our own child’ Chris said, you smiled hearing his words.

‘That was no doubt the best thing we experienced’ you grinned, remembering the time when you saw two pink lines on the pregnancy test you took, then you and your husband getting emotional when your baby bump got visible, some cute moments with Dodger and the moment when you felt your baby’s kick, his heartbeat and finally, the second best moment of your life, first being you getting married to Chris, the moment you heard a shrill cry of a baby while you lay exhausted on the hospital bed with Chris on your side, whispering words of pride.

‘Tomorrow will be his first Christmas’ you grinned excitedly, ‘I got him a cute reindeer outfit’ you looked at Chris who smiling at you. 

‘Well, I’m really eager to see him wearing it tomorrow’ Chris leaned down to kiss your lips. The kiss soon became a heated make-out session, a cry broke your kiss and you saw Dodger coming down the stairs barking signaling you to come upstairs and tend to the baby. You and Chris giggled and got up. Chris scratched Dodger’s ears and went after you towards the nursery.

~~~

‘Damn, he’s looking so adorable’ Chris laughed looking at his son who was dressed in a reindeer outfit  https://pin.it/6vphfUN  Chris cradled the baby in his arms and kissed his soft cheeks. you prepared the delicacies for the Christmas dinner and you and Chris were waiting for Lisa

You put the baby inside his small crib and started caressing his brown hair which he inherited from his father, you felt muscular arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you backward. your back clashed with your husband’s stoned chest and you turned around shyly.

Chris lifted your face so that your eyes met his and leaned down to kiss your soft lips. the doorbell tinged and Chris went to open the door. ‘Mom’ Chris said out loud and threw his arms over his mum, ‘my darling’ Lisa softly said and caressed Chris’ hair. ‘Y/n’ Lisa smiled at you and came to hug you. you hugged her back.

‘Where’s my grandbaby?’ Lisa asked and you and Chris led her towards the crib where your son lay sucking his pacifier. ‘Oh my goodness’ Lisa cried picking up the baby. 

All three of you had Christmas dinner with Chris’ siblings on skype eating their dinners. All of you laughed and shared some of the childhood stories of your husband and enjoyed the Christmas dinner.

When the time came for the gifts, all of you gave each other’s gifts. Chris gave you a beautiful pearl necklace and while you were taking a look at it, he leaned and whispered in your ear ‘there’s one more gift for you in the bedroom’ 

You looked at him smiling while he gave you a wink with a naughty smirk plastered on his face.

~~~

Hey! I posted this fic early because I will not be able to access Tumblr for a few days.

 My life’s going really shit right now! 😢😢

[101flavoursofweird]

3 for any PL character for the Angsty Sentence Starters?

((I’m sorry this took FOREVER, but thanks for the prompt…))

Spoilers: For Miracle Mask and light spoiler for Azran Legacy

Title: Rewritten

Description: Randall proposes. Angela gets cold feet.

Set: Two years after MM.

Warnings: Rejected marriage proposal, Angela’s controlling parents, Randall’s disapproving father, referenced character death… but a hopeful ending?

Inspiration: The prompt “We just don’t work anymore.” —With Randall/Angela (The winners of the ‘Which ship should almost break up?’ Poll) Also, Rewrite the Stars from the Greatest Showman

Two years since Randall’s return, Angela had been wearing her pendant less and less often, leaving it safely locked inside her jewellery box.

It wasn’t as though she no longer cared for Randall’s gift… but she had kept that coin close to her heart every single day that she and Randall had been separated.

After her wedding with Henry, she had strung the coin into a pendant and hidden it beneath her pearl necklace if she went out in public.

The pendant was like a secret promise— Angela would look after Randall’s treasure, while Henry looked after her, and they would wait for Randall together.

Marriage had never truly been part of the arrangement— merely a show to appease Angela’s parents— but now…

Now that Randall was back, Angela really needed to return that treasure or do… something to complete her promise.

When she finally went to retrieve the pendant from her jewellery box, however, Angela released a distraught gasp.

Her pendant— Randall’s gift— was gone!

She hunted high and low around the mansion. Henry assured her the pendant would turn up soon and no, he hadn’t moved it while he was cleaning…

Retracing her steps around town with Alphonse and his dogs’ aid didn’t yield any success either.

Angela doubted she would have just dropped her most precious keepsake…

It was possible someone had pinched it— but why Angela’s pendant, of all things?

There were far more valuable treasures in the mansion or Henry’s study at the Reunion Inn…

Though, the pendant did hold sentimental value, if only to Angela, Henry and Randall.

Randall… Angela feared he would be devastated when he learned that the pendant was lost— after all those years she had taken care of it— but much to her surprise, Randall winked at her and told her not to worry.

Then… the very next evening at dinner, Randall presented her with a small black box.

They were eating a meal at home— not out in Monte d’Or— but Angela suddenly felt like the eyes of the world were fixed upon her.

A proud, expectant smile transformed Mrs. Ascot’s face. Henry, who had stood up from the table to gather their plates, stopped to watch with bated breath— as if every move he’d made since leaving Stansbury had led to this moment.

As Angela opened the box with trembling fingers, she pondered (prayed) if this could be another treasure from Randall, or a magic trick…

Her stomach roiled with dread, though, when she saw the ring.

It was beautiful; with an opal set in its centre ( Her brother’s birth stone …) and a gold band fashioned from the coin Randall had given her twenty years ago.

Angela’s breath hitched.

She could picture her parents’ reactions— How pleased they would be to hear about Angela’s proper marriage, at long last!—and Mr. Ascot’s frown; disapproving, as he had been with most of Randall’s choices.

If Mr. Ascot was still with them, maybe he would have forbidden any nuptials from proceeding. Secretly, Angela would have been grateful to him.

There was no need to restrain her tears— at leastthose could be written off as joy— but she needed to work past the knot in her throat. She needed to say something to Randall.

He was watching her with wide dark eyes, his mouth slightly open in question, his hands still frozen where he had offered her the box.

“I…” Angela spluttered. She picked the treasure out of the box— maybe she was wrong, maybe it was another piece of jewellery— and she nearly dropped it, her hands were so slick with sweat.

“Whoa!” Randall chuckled as he caught the ring— it was definitely a ring. 

When Angela stared at him, he had to ask:

“Angela… Will you marry me?”

“…Yes.” She pushed the answer from her throat like a stone. A stone that fell into a river that swept Angela up in the wave of applause from Mrs. Ascot and Henry.

Angela clung to Randall as he kissed her passionately, lovingly, with tender relief.

“May I…?” he breathed, lifting her hand. Dizzily, Angela nodded. He slipped the ring onto her fourth finger, where it fit perfectly…

Like a manacle.

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After dessert and champagne and a toast from Mrs. Ascot, Angela excused herself and retreated up to her… her and Randalls’ bedroom.

Angela gently removed the ring and placed it on the windowsill, where it glittered in the distant lights of Monte d’Or.

Inside the ring was an engraving which, according to Randall, roughly translated to: ‘My heart will beat for you until the stars burn out’… 

A romantic notion— or a morbid one, especially with the true nature of the Azran legacy in mind.

When Hershel had grudgingly informed them about his globe-trotting expedition, Angela had hoped Randall would renounce everything related to the Azran, but… no.

Archaeology would always be a pastime to Randall, even if he had sworn off dangerous adventures and dedicated himself to rebuilding/running Monte d’Or.

Angela was still destined to be an archaeologist’s wife, to some degree…

“Angie?” Randall’s call at her— their— bedroom door was soft, hesitant.

Whirling away from the window, Angela shoved the ring back on her finger. “Y-you can come in!” Would he hear the reluctance in her voice? 

Just to be safe, Angela put on bright smile as Randall poked his head into the room. His hair looked rumpled (Another haircut was due soon— Henry could help with that…) and his cheeks were flushed.

“You okay?” Randall checked, with a wide grin.

Angela nodded. “Yes, I just… needed a minute.”

“Were you blown away by my ring-crafting skills?”

“A little…” Angela felt her smile flicker.

Noticing the tiredness in her voice, Randall started to retract his head. “I can… come back later if you want?”

The opportunity was there; he was willing to give her time and space to process this. Angela could head to bed early, Randall would join her later, she would pretend to be asleep, and they could discuss this tomorrow...

Or Angela could stop waiting, for once in her life.

“No, it… it’s fine.” Angela reached out to him. “I need to talk to you…” 

Away from your mother and Henry, she added silently.

Randall got the message. He shut the door, shuffled towards her and took her hands.

“Randall…” Angela sighed. His palms were warm and calloused in hers, concealing the ring between them. “I’m not… sure if I’m ready for this…”

Randall hesitated for a second, before he squeezed her hands. “That’s alright! I’m nervous too!” He glanced out the window, probably towards the register office. “It’ll take us a while to organise everything— maybe over a year…”

(Not if Henry had anything to do with it.)

“No—“ Angela swallowed as Randall looked back at her. She stammered, “I mean, I’m… I’m not ready to be engaged yet. I can’t accept your proposal.”

Twenty years ago, when she had turned down Alphonse Dalston in favour of Henry, Alphonse had met with her afterwards.

This whole marriage thing had been his family’s idea, Alphonse had snorted. No offence to Angela, but he wanted to go to uni to study hotel management, and he’d rather not be dragging a Mrs around with him!

For the first time since Randall’s departure, Angela had laughed.

Alphonse had known she was still grieving and he’d accepted her rejection with grace— far more grace than anyone had ever given him credit for.

It had been such a relief for Angela in her darkest hour. She may have lost Randall, but she’d still had (some) friends left.

Although Alphonse and Henry hadn’t seen eye to eye, they had put her feelings first.

Surely the man she loved would do the same? Now that they were all safely home, the Azran were history, and there wasn’t an urgent incentive to get hitched…

These past few moments, Randall had been peering at Angela with shock. Sadness, disappointment and a touch of anger soon followed across his face.

Earlier, he must have felt like he was on cloud nine… only for Angela to bring him crashing down.

“But…” Randall exhaled slowly. “I thought… when you changed your name—“

“Back to Redoll.” Her maiden name, even if she was no longer a maiden. 

At thirty-seven, she should have been thrilled that the person she had cherished since childhood had proposed to her…

“—When you called your parents,” Randall recalled, with difficulty. “Didn’t you tell them…?”

“I told them… you were home,” Angela admitted, “and I told them I was ‘divorcing’ Henry, so they assumed—“

“Like I assumed,” Randall muttered. He dropped her hands.

“I’m sorry! I know— I should have been clearer with you…”

“You should have —“ Randall cut off whatever he had been about to say. Clenching his jaw, shaking his head, he surged around the room.

Angela watched as he slumped onto the bed. 

Perhaps, if Angela had just kept quiet, if she had been jubilant like a normal bride-to-be, they could have been lying together right now…

Randall chucked off his glasses. He groaned. “Maybe… I should have asked you… before I went and proposed.” He blinked up at Angela. “I just… I thought we were on the same page?”

Actually, it was more like he had skipped a hundred pages— years of tedium and heartache— to reach the happy ending.

Everyone was still bringing Randall up to speed… but Angela hadn’t quite caught up either.

Randall had written his own a book— casting himself as a brave king, Henry as a traitorous minister, and Angela as a mournful princess/queen who had been tricked.

It turned out, however, that the minister and the princess/queen had remained loyal to the king… even after the king had tried to destroy their city.

In the end— and in Randall’s mind— the princess/queen was still expected to marry the king, no questions asked.

How could Angela explain that? 

She silently shrugged to Randall.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Randall exclaimed, 

“It’s been two years since… since I tried to…” When he opened his eyes again, Angela saw tears. “Is it because of what I did?” 

“Of course not—!”

“Don’t lie to me, Angela— please…”

“It is… partly,” Angela conceded with a sigh. “But it’s not just—“

“What can I do?” Randall begged, stumbling away from the bed. “How can I make it up to you?”

He looked ready to climb a mountain or capture the stars, all for her.

Already, he had done so much. She had forgiven him within the first year.

But this wasn’t about forgiveness.

Angela shook her head.

“Tell me!” Randall returned to her side. Grabbed her hands once again. “Whatever it takes to redeem myself—“

“I’m not a reward for your redemption, Randall,” she pointed out, quietly.

“I know that— now…” Randall’s voice broke. 

Angela squeezed his hands. “It’s not fair of me to hold you to that standard,” Angela intoned, “and it’s not fair of you to expect that of me— to live with the prospect of marriage looming over my head…”

Since the day her brother had left, she had lived with nothing but expectations.

When are you going to find a boyfriend?

When are you going to get married?

When are you going to have children?

Never ending. Never enough. Never, for a moment, asking what Angela wanted.

She had found some reprieve when Henry asked for her hand in marriage— she had staved off her parents’ demands for a few years— but now it was starting again.

Henry hadn’t had her best interests at heart when he offered her that choice— well, he had, but not Angela’s alone. He had made that proposal with the intention that he and Angela would wait for Randall together…

And, when the time came, Angela would return to Randall. Like the fortune from Akbadain, or the rights to the city.

Like nothing had changed since Angela was a teenager.

She was her brother’s bereaved little sister. Her parents’ precious daughter. Randall’s kind, boring girlfriend. Henry’s beautiful, reserved wife. Randall’s reluctant fiancé…

She could never just be Angela, could she?

“Do you understand, Randall?” Angela whispered, gazing into his eyes.

Randall sniffed, nodding slightly. Then he nodded again, stronger.

Sighing, Angela let him go. “It’s time I gave this back to you…” She removed the ring— his coin, his gift she had carried for twenty years— and placed it in Randall’s palm.

Randall stared at it for a moment. “If… If I had asked you before I left for the ruins,��� Randall mumbled, “would you have said yes— back then?”

“Yes…”

After her brother’s disappearance, after their family nearly went bankrupt searching for him, Angela’s parents had been determined to marry her off as soon as she came of age.

If she had to marry, then she would have made the choice herself. She would have chosen the bright-eyed boy who treated everyone as an equal, who could take Angela far away from Stansbury, who could talk her ear off about archaeology…

Even if her parents didn’t agree. Even if Mr. Ascot didn’t approve of the girl whose brother had perished in the Akbadain ruins…

“Yes,” Angela said again. “I would have chosen you, because I grew up with you and I loved you—“

“You did,” Randall choked out.

“I do,” she amended. “But I’m… still getting to know this version of you, who I’ve only known for two years…” 

She let out a tearful sigh. “And I’m… still finding things out about myself… I suppose, what I need is more time.”

“I owe you that time, after everything…” Randall slipped the ring into his pocket. Angela wondered if he would save it for her, or if he would give it to someone else…

“You don’t owe me anything,” Angela assured him. “And you mustn’t wait for me… ”

“Will you let me know,” Randall murmured, “if you change your mind?”

“Of course.”

Then, she embraced him not as her fiancé, but as her first love. 

Angela wasn’t sure if Randall Ascot would be her last love — for as long as they both should live— but she would always love him.

She would love what they had been… what could have been… and, perhaps someday, what they had become.

But first, there was someone she had to find.

-

“Good afternoon, this is Hershel Layton speaking. How might I be of assistance?”

Gentlemanly as ever… 

Angela smiled down the phone. “Ciao, Hershel!”

“Oh, Angela…! ” Hershel’s formal voice filled with warmth. “Are you, per chance, in Italy?”

“Correct!” (No doubt, Randall had contacted him already…) “Right now I’m staying with my parents…”

When she trailed off, Hershel asked, “I hope you’re having a good time?”

“It’s been— good to catch up with them, and straighten some things out, but…” Angela glanced over her shoulder, even though she doubted her parents would hear.

Hershel prompted. “But?”

“…I won’t be staying for much longer,” Angela murmured. “I’ll be leaving soon— on my own…”

“ I see,” Hershel said, with understanding. “Are Randall and Henry aware?”

“They might suspect, but they don’t know where I’m going.” (She wasn’t sure yet either.) Angela sighed. “I just… wanted to give you a heads-up, before they asked for your help tracking me down…”

There was no judgement in Hershel’s tone. “Do you know how long you’ll be gone for?”

“Not forever— a couple of months, maybe.” How ever long it took to rediscover oneself. “But I will come back… ”

For a few moments, Hershel was quiet, considering.

Angela thought she heard a baby babbling somewhere in the background. Right— hadn’t he taken in a little girl, along with Flora and Alfendi?

(She really hoped he was happy, after everything …)

Then Hershel breathed, “If you ever find yourself in a spot of trouble— or simply need a listening ear— you will call, won’t you?”

“I will,” Angela promised, just as she had promised Randall and Henry. She brushed away a tear. “Goodbye, Hershel…”

Goodbye, Angela Redoll.

Hello… Angela.

[viking-writing]

Hallo hallo!💕 HAPPY NEW YEARS/GODT NYTTÅR!🎉

I'm planning on getting the first fic in my Rammstein AU fic series done in 2024! Hopefully before the end of January as that is Rammsteins 30th anniversary-month (Or so I've been told?) but 2024 is their anniversary year anyway so I'll be done long before the end of this year with the first fic in the series! 😁

@marimayscarlett you need to help me with some of the german so you get to read all the chapters before everyone else! ^^

Here is a sneak peak on some of my OC's.

I've actually found at least one of them on "thispersondoesnotexist.com" and it was surreal how the looks matched so perfectly with how I visioned him in my head. Especially considering how the page just makes random AI persons every single time you refresh. I even ended up finding TWO pictures of him (the two fake men look nearly identical and it was beyond perfect for how I visioned him!)

I'll save the "realistic pictures" for some other time. Instead enjoy some piccrew avatars I made of some of my OC's (with some added facts. Warning; this is a long read so if you don't bother you can just look at the avatars instead)

Name: Cornelia Francesca (II/the 2nd.). However she prefers to only go by "Cornelia" or "Nelia" for short.

Gender: Cis woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: That depends on what you lay in the meaning "nationality" (She is mostly German by blood but she was born and grew up in France.)

Facial features: Very pale skin (her veins are mostly visible) and her face is heartshaped. She considers her chin to be "too long and sharp-pointed" and with her big dark- blue, doll-like eyes and blonde curly locks she is often underrestimated or "sweet-talked". Her brows are Blonde/white/nearly "invisible", and her upper lip is slightly bigger than her lower lip, which sometimes could be mistaken for a "frowning pout". Furthermore her lips has no cupids bow. Lastly she "wishes she could have had freckles or beauty marks" as she "finds such to be very unique and beautiful."

Body type: She is tall and has an Hour glass figure. She is naturally heavy chested while her waist is small both by birth and "by the aid of corsets."

Piercings and tattoos: None. Trying to pierce a hole into her would "be a waste of time."

Diet: Vegetarian (mostly). She doesn't mind eating eggs or drinking milk as long as its from trusted farms.

Musical taste: Her taste in music is vast and consist of any genre, from any decade. She doesn't have any favorite band or artist in particular as she doesn't like to place any artist or band "up on a pedestal" as they are "all to be considered talented and should therefore all be equally appreciated".

Fashion sense: Anything from disorted jeans to long ruffled lace skirts. Her most "outraged/scandalous" fashion statement are probably the times when she likes to adjust/modify her corsets so they would fit over jeans and t-shirts. However she doesn't like bold prints or too strong colors, except deep blue or deep red. She wish she could have earrings but as already mentioned: piercing her ears would be a waste of time. She likes wearing necklaces that are simple and not too flashy: anything from simple stone pendants to single colored heavy laced chokers though as for pearls, she has "always found them too mature looking."

Name: Bas (He thinks his mother gave him way too many names, so he prefers to only use the first one.)

Gender: Cis man

Pronouns: He/Him (but he won't correct you if you say they/them.)

Sexuality: Asexual & Aromantic He thinks Romance is ok in movies and books...but "in real life he is good with having family and friends!"

Nationality: The Republic of the Congo.

Skin color: Black "and beautiful" as he would usually say.

Facial features: A rounded face. Bald head he lost his hair due to "some hair...disease?" He doesn't remember what it was called, and "he doesn't really care. Without hair it's easier for him to get ready in the morning and then he can have plenty of time to do fun things!". His nose is wide and short with wide nostrils. He really likes his nose, and the rest of his face! His facial hair is usually scruffy or cleaned shaved. He "tried to grow a moustache, once....and it turned out all patchy so he never wants to do it again!". He has black/dark brown puppy- eyes which according to him means he can "get whatever he wants? No he is probably too old for that trick!" . His eyes have dark circles and a few wrinkles under them but he knows that "in his age being tired is a cool lifestyle, so the dark circles are matching great!".

Body Type: A little on the heavier side with a little portruding tummy, which is alright! He is "exactly how he wants to be and no one can tell him otherwise!"

Piercings and tattoos: Both of his ear lobes are pierced with a metal/silvery earring. He wish he could get tattoos but thinks he "probably wouldn't tolerate that much pain over such a long period of time."

Diet: "Anything goes." He thinks "pasta is boring unless you add some mushroom, a hearty meat sauce and spinach." He thinks "seafood is alright. Shrimps are very good" but to him "nothing beats a well done burger and salty fries!" He thinks that chickens tastes good but that "the source material looks messed up when it runs around and has feathers on it." Basically he thinks all birds are scary and that they "should stay as far away from him as possible!"

Favorite type of music: Bas likes most music but claims that Opera "is the worst." He also thinks that lyrical Jazz that is "too upbeat" sounds "weird and too loud/too confusing." Slow, Classical or electronic music is wonderful if he "wants to relax." He doesn't really appreciate Reggea music too much although "Mark" (Markus) has tried his best to show him "the beauty of it." Soul music is ok, but can get a bit too "screamy/naggy" after a while...

Fashion sense: He loves to wear colorful t- shirts, matched up with a well used, black suit jacket or black, wool coat jacket. Nearly all of his shirts has mostly either vibrant colors or has a cool pattern on them. But it has to be a pattern that is "repetitive and isn't too overwelming". According to himself he "probably doesn't own a single pair of suit pants." In addition to the colorful t-shirts and hoodies; dark or standard colored jeans, comfy shorts and sweatpants is what he "prefers to live in, depending on the season." A hat, preferably a cap worn the "correct way and not backwards" is a "must to protect his head from being burned". He loves colorful hoodies and brown or red scarfs. He doesn't like to wear beanies, because he thinks it "makes him look like the stereotypical black burglar/rapper guy". As for jewelry he doesn't bother to wear any except for the wrist watch he got from his dad, and his standard black or silvery gray earrings. He thinks goldchains are "super corny and he wouldn't be caught dead or alive wearing one! Not even if someone paid him!" As for shoes; regular short laced up leather boots are "easy to wear and they go with anything". Either that or he likes to wear black sneakers, as white sneakers, according to him "would again make him look too much of a rapper guy or some kid trying to impress someone".

Name: Markus E. Weiss and "please don't ever call him "Mark" or "Markie" or any other shortened nicknames as he doesn't appreciate that".

Gender: Male. He says he "doesn't understand the meaning or the need for the word cis. " He also says he "won't understand what 'being trans' means." Hopefully he can be thought otherwise.

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Straight

Nationality: West-German (the former GDR)

Skin color: White

Facial features: He thinks his face is pretty average and oval shaped, especially for "a man in his age". He has a slightly rounded, slightly pointed chin. His blue medium big, slightly down-turned eyes is for the most part behind a pair of silvery steel, squared shaped glasses. He has been told he has very "kind but sad looking eyes". His brown hair that has "gotten lighter with age", is sually sleeked back without any shaved sides. His hair tends to get very wavy the day after he has showered. His nose is slightly downturned with a slightly narrow- rounded tip and he thinks it looks "pretty average just like most of his face". He has pretty straight teeth except for one upper tooth off to the side that is a little shorter than the rest. His ears are a little portruding. His lips are thin, and it makes him look very mischeavious whenever he is lightly smiling.

Body type: "Asymmetrical" and he is "too embarrassed to tell you how/why". Although he believes he is "quite fit for a man of his age he "knows its only a question of time before he gets thinner or gets a belly/tummy just like most men his age if they don't regularly work out".

Piercings and tattoos: None. Because he thinks that "such things doesn't look right. Except for earrings", but for him earrings "belong in the past with his long hair and big sunglasses."

Diet: What he is being served, which is mostly vegetarian food now...unless "there is a special delivery that contains meat in it". He doesn't drink alcohol. He likes a good stew or "anything that is homemade with lots of love and tradition" but all in all he "isn't really picky on trying out new types of food".

Favorite type of music: He mostly listens to classic rock, or 80's rock, although "Soul and Reggea with a meaning has the sound that makes the world go around." He thinks Patti Smith, Pat Benatar and Annie Lennox are "very underrated." Some of his favorite artists includes Patti Smith, Queen, The Doors, David Bowie, The Ramones and The Rolling Stones. He "doesn't really care that much for hip hop, but they are talented in singing fast/rapping, but it just isn't what he would listen to".

Fashion sense: He mostly wears his uniform. Sometimes he wears the black turtle neck without the gray uniform jacket, and pairs this with the gray or navy blue uniform pants or black suit pants. He "probably doesn't own more than one pair of jeans but he swears that velvet bell-bottom pants were everything when he was younger!" He likes to sleep in black or dark gray sweat pants paired with old washed out band t-shirts or single colored (dark blue, white, dark gray or black) long-sleeves. When he is at work he has a silver pocket watch attached to his suitjacket or fastened by the hip at the belt of his suit/uniform pants. He thinks its "practical that the watch can be attached to the belt if it becomes too hot to wear the uniform jacket".)

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That was some of the characters , but I'm also adding a little bonus. Richard Z Kay in a fancy halloween costume/sexy vampire bat-costume! I swear this character is always so extra. It's funny how real-life Richard Kruspe is one of my least favorite Rammstein member, but in my fic series he is actually one of my favorite characters and I am going to defend him at any cost! I honestly wish he was real and that we could hang out not just "in my head/imagination".

Name: Richard Zee Kay/ RZK/Richard Z. Kruspe/Richard Zven/Sven Kruspe Landers. (The list could be endless for a diva like him!)

Gender: male, bclaims that "sometimes he is a whole gender for himself that should NOT be messed with and always have his way or isn't "diva" considered a gender?"

Pronouns: He/him/"Katchen/Fab/Herr Fab/Frau Fab/Divalicious😘".

Sexuality: PAULsexual ❤ ("it's ok to be GAY"/fab-sexual)

Nationality: West Germany (former West-Berlin.)

Skin color: White or fake/real tan

Facial features: A very sharp jawline and a sharp chin, that he hates as it "looks way too masculine". He has ususally "neatly plucked brows". His eyes are big and blue but slightly downturned. His hair is naturally brown and thick/wavy but he used to have "awful blonde dreadlocks which wasn't his choice by the way". Nowadays (at the beginning of the story) he mostly keeps his hair short and dyes it black and "unlike your neighbour or your aunt he is a master colorist and knows EXACTLY what he is doing!" He has according to his husband Paul and his best friend Thalia a "charming, slightly boy-ish smile especially after he had his teeth properly cleaned and fixed". Another thing that Thalia and Paul has told him is that "his face is really expressive, especially when he disprooves/shows a disgust or confusion about something". He doesn't like his own nose as "it could have been a lot shorter" but his husband Paul has claimed that "that would probably make him look like Michael Jackson AFTER plastic surgery" so Richard slowly accepted the nose that "the universe gave him." He has thin lips, but according to him, his husband Paul "has never complained...if ya know what he means? 😉"

Body type: Richard "used to be a twink-teen in the 80's and early 90's (he was born in 1973 in my fic series) but has bulked up A LOT since then! 💪" He now (at the beginning of the story) has a strong v-shaped back with back-dimples something Paul seemingly "knows to take advantage of 😉" According to Paul, Richard's broad upper body is "both a turn on and an odd threat". Richard would now describe himself as "a friendly but bossy hunk with an ass that is bigger, more perfect and more plump than yours will ever be!". Further he claims that he "takes great pride in keeping his ass that way" and that "it's reserved for Paul H. Landers anygays so don't you even bother!". Richard describes his chest as "more amazing than whatever cleavage you will ever have." Further he says that "unfortunally he wasn't given a big dick that would match his big attitude", but he also tries to remind himself about how Paul always tells him that he "has a beautiful penis/Schwanz...just the way it is". In other words: Richard's below average dick size doesn't affect his self esteem "as much as it used to before he met Paul" and he claims "he owes this to his wonderful husband who loves him as him ❤".

Diet: "Anything goes as long as HE or any other professionally trained chef has prepared the food, because he used to be a chef before he became a hair stylist and master colorist". He claims that the reason for why he quit as a chef was "as much as he loved making food, it got too warm and stressful in the restaurant-kitchen and that just spiked his anxiety to the max!"). He prefers pasta or pizza and "didn't like soups at first but Paul convinced him and now he is hooked on all kinds of soups just as much as his husband!" He tries to eat as much proteins as he can "without chugging down on protein shakes, and actually if he can avoid having to drink those nasty shakes again and still get bulked up nicely, then that would be perfect!"

Piercings/tattoos: He "used to rock a belly button after he first started dating Paul but it rejected, and yes he is still upset by that." As for jewelry he first "shared one of Paul's silvery or black earrings and thought it was cute that they could wear one, each, until Paul began to nag on him to get it back for the sake of symmetry". Which "gave him the push to save money for another hole in the 2nd ear and finally buy his own earrings". Other than that he has been thinking about "getting a tongue piercing or a brow piercing" and although Paul seems to be "very supportive of the tongue piercing, he thinks Richard first needs to decide an actual SHAPE of his brow before he gets it pierced so sadly it never happened". As for tattoos, Richard doesn't have any but he claims that for a short time he "dead-seriously wanted to have 'Property of Paul L.' or 'Property of Heiko' (Paul's birth name.)" tattooed above his ass, but "Paul talked him out of it". He has also thought about getting a tattoo of a guitar on his wrist or shoulder that would "symbolize that his husband used to be a punk guitarist in a band in the 80's and early 90's". Another tattoo that Richard is still considering is "cool, diagonally aligned black stars on both of his hips."

Favorite type of music: "Paul's moans, laughter and guitar riffs🥰"... KISS. Scorpions. Firehouse "just to mention a few". He says he "loves to listen to any brutal Death Metal song, anything by Nine Inch Nails, Feeling B, Depeche Mode, The Ramones, The Sex Pistols or Danzig whenever he is jogging or lifting weights." He claims to have "always been a fan of 80's and 90's synth pop, goth, and punk and swears that his favorite punk band now is Feeling B" which was Paul's former band who disbanded sometime in the early 90's, but with a last concert in the early 00's. Some other of Richard's favorite bands/artists includes Sisters of Mercy. The Mission. London After Midnight. The Lords of The Church. Death. The Misfits. The Clash.Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Tool. Slayer. Kreator. DIO. Lamb of God. Accept. White Snake. Nazareth. Meshugga... but "the list could go on and on but it's mostly guys with deep and kinda depressive voices.. " After he started dating Paul, Richard got into David Bowie and the industrial metal band Hindenburg" (although in your universe/the real world, they are known as Rammstein) while Thalia got him into liking Eisbrecher and darker techno.

Fashion sense: "The best!💋" according to himself; no matter what Paul, Thalia or anyone else tells him.

[sakurachan7734]

The magic within yourself will help you find the truth

Chapter 2: the death and birth of a witch 

⚠️Tw: character death, car crash and difficult childbirth⚠️

No one pov

Nine months later Miranda went into labor late at night and quickly got her to a hospital but the labor was extremely difficult Zachary was getting worried about Miranda

Zachary:* hugs Adam’s* will mom be ok?

Adam:* hug’s Zachary* yes she will be ok and so will your sister

A few hours the doctors brought out the newborn baby girl

Adam: what happened it my wife ok?!

The doctor: your baby is OK but…. Your wife didn’t make it.

Adam:* takes Zoe and starts crying* no!

The doctor: I’m sorry for your loss and one more thing * hand, Adam Miranda’s ring, bracelets and necklace* here is her jewelry so you can remember her

Adam:* takes the jewelry*thank you sir come on Zachary let’s go home

Zachary:* crying* mom isn’t coming back?

Adam: no sadly 

Zachary:* crying and hugs Adam*

A few weeks later, mother Stacy appears in Adams and Miranda‘s room

Mother Stacy: is Zoe ready?

Adam:* crying and holding Zoe* yes and this isn’t gonna hurt her right? 

Mother Stacy: no, she won’t feel a thing

Adam: you guys aren’t gonna kill me, right?

Mother Stacy: no we won’t even though we do not allow humans into the castle. The only real exception to this rule is if Miranda died or went missing but since this is the case of her dying and the ceremony needs to take place since Zoe is one of us

Adam: ok I’m still a little confused about you witches and wizards

Mother Stacy: yes, I understand that, but let’s get the ceremony started. We’re almost late

Mother Stacy brings Adam to the castle and starts the ceremony with Zoe 

Adam:* lays Zoe down on a stone pedestal* how long will this take?

Mother Stacy: not long I just need to touch her forehead and say some words

Adam: ok

Mother Stacy;* places her hand over Zoe’s forehead* today we celebrate and mourn the death of a beloved witch name Miranda and c the birth of her second child Zoe dove her mother went through difficult labor in order for her to be born into this family and we should accept her as one of us

The mark on Zoe’s forehead glows a light yellow and the marks on the rest of her body glow, a red color

Adam:* picks up zoe* thank you

Mother Stacy: your welcome take good care of her and Zachary 

A few months later

Adam: who’s ready to go to grandmas house?!

Zachary:* jumping up and down*me me!!

Adam: well let me go get your sister Zoe, and then we can go!

Zachary: yay!! 

Adam get Zoe out of her crib and they get into the car

Zachary: how long will we be at Grandma’s house for?

Adam: over the weekend like aways

Zachary: ok can I wear your hat over the weekend and mom’s necklaces?

Adam: yes why?

Zachary: it reminds me of you and mom

Adam: ok but you better take good care of them

Zachary: I will!

They make it to Catalina’s house

Adam: alright have fun at grandmas house!

Zachary: bye dad! 

Catalina: awww your father let you wear his hat and your mother’s jewelry?

Zachary: yes as long as I keep it safe

Catalina: I’m sure your mother will be very happy that her jewelry is safe with you

Zachary: yea and what dose the three moons on the pearl necklace mean?

Catalina: oh it is the maiden,mother and chrome also known as the triple goddess

Zachary: ohh why is it tree moons?

Catalina: it represents the phases of the moon

Zachary: that’s cool! And is there anyway to get to the magical world that my mom is from?

Catalina: well all I know is that there is a mirror that gose there but I don’t know where it is

Zachary: oh ok

Meanwhile with Adam

Adam pov

The road was icy and slippery I have to be careful but it’s hard because there’s a lot of traffic right now I really hope Zara doesn’t lose the necklaces or- 

All of a sudden a car comes swerving in and hits Adam’s car and two other people crash in him too despite the collision somehow, Adam was barely alive and managed to crawl. Someone he knew he was completely alone, and instead of crying out to the sky

Adam:* crying* please please mother Stacy take me to take me and bury me where you buried my wife I promise if I come back as a ghost I won’t cause any trouble!!

Adam then collapses and bleeds out in the snow mother Stacy appeared in front of him pick them up and take them back to castle

Meanwhile, with Zachary and Catalina

Zachary: what does the tree mean on mom’s second necklace?

Catalina: that’s considered the tree of life which is where you and your sister’s ceremony performed 

Zachary: and earlier today I accidentally knocked over your teapot and when I went to pick up it burnt my hands when it was even hot

Catalina: oh that’s because that teapot was made of copper which is one of your weaknesses 

Zachary: really? I thought we didn’t have any weaknesses I’ve been around it several times before I felt nothing

Catalina: yes, you have witnesses but thankfully you only have two copper, and any type of crystal fragment the reason why you felt nothing around is because you have to be in contact in order for it to hurt you

All of a sudden the news comes on talking about a car crash

News reporter: on this day November 15th a deadly car crash happened on a major traffic road witnesses say that three people were killed but the third body cannot be found more at 11:00

Zachary: that looks like dad’s car….* starts crying*

Catalina:* starts crying* no no please don’t do this to me Adam

Zachary:* crying And hugs Catalina* I’m scared

Catalina:* hugs Zachary* well it looks like you and your sister are going to stay here

Zachary: forever? 

Catalina: yes…..

End of chapter





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Birthstone pendants are a lovely present option for loved ones. Whether it's a personalized pendant for an anniversary, birthday, or just because, it conveys your concern.

Collectible: Over the years, a lot of people have enjoyed gathering birthstone jewelry, either for themselves or as presents for loved ones. Every component may stand for a distinct stage in a person's life.

The Dishis Designer Jewels' Artisanship

Our birthstone pendants from Dishis Designer Jewels are expertly and passionately made. Our craftspeople take great care to ensure that every piece is made to the greatest possible standards. We make sure that your jewelry is not only gorgeous but also manufactured ethically by using precious metals and gemstones that are sourced ethically.

Style Advice for Your Birthstone Pendant

It can be creative and enjoyable to style your birthstone pendant. Here are some suggestions:

Layering: For a chic layered effect, pair your birthstone pendant with different necklaces. Combine various lengths and styles to create a one-of-a-kind look.

Everyday Wear: You can dress up your regular outfit with a simple birthstone pendant. Wear it with relaxed attire to add a hint of refinement.

Special Occasions: For formal occasions, go with a more ornate design. A bold birthstone pendant can serve as the main attraction of your ensemble.

How to Maintain Your Birthstone Pendant

Regular cleaning and appropriate storage are necessary to maintain the finest possible appearance for your birthstone pendant. To clean the stone carefully, use a soft cloth; do not use strong chemicals on it. To avoid scratches and damage, place it in a jewelry box when not in use.

Conclusion

Birthstone pendants are a celebration of uniqueness and personal tales, not just lovely accessories. Dishis Designer Jewels' superb craftsmanship allows you to customize a piece that expresses your own style or makes a meaningful present. Discover the ideal birthstone pendant to add to your jewelry collection by perusing our inventory now. Your tale merits recognition!

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Do you have any jewelry hcs for each member of the omega squad?

Like does Mari wear her grandmothers wedding band around her neck? Does milagro wear a Spanish cross?

The only jewelry Jon wears routinely is a friendship bracelet Mar’i made him when they were little and his wedding band.

Jai doesn’t wear jewelry until he and lian are married. Then it’s just his wedding band, and he has some silicone ones he wears in the lab

Damian has a few necklaces he’ll occasionally add to an outfit, but I think he has issues with “adornments”. He refuses to take off his wedding band, and always has a watch on.

Colin, tho, he fucking loves his jewelry. He wears a cross in either an earring or necklace, has multiple piercings (8 in total, 7 above the belt), loves to wear rings and bracelets. I think he prefers darker metals/silvers.

Milagro does wear a cross! It’s a gold cross and she’s almost always wearing it. She had a beautiful rosary her grandmother, Elena, gave her. She prefers her jeweler to be more subtle, wanting her clothes to be what people remember. Colin got her engagement ring from a local artist. She wears more rose golds and pale golds which, against her skin, are stunning

Irey doesn’t normally wear a lot of jewelry. She has earrings that she likes, usually studs. She has some bracelets, but mostly has hair ties around her wrists. Her favorite, that she loves to wear, is one of Damian’s D20’s. Just on a leather cord, wrapped in gold wire. But so so simple. She has a Ruby necklace for her “engagement ring”, she didn’t want to worry about a ring in the lab and Ruby is Asha’s birth stone.

Lian has multiple ear piercings and a nose ring, she loves black metal jewelry and silvers. They really stand out when her hair is pulled back. Plus red and black? Her signature colors

Mar’i is a silver babe! It looks so good on her and she adores how it reminds her of Tamaran. She has some gold pieces that she really loves. I think she has a necklace with one of Martha’s pearls on it, but she rarely wears it

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How To Choose The Perfect Timeless Jewelry Gift for Mom

Have you ever struggled to find the perfect gift for your mom? The pressure to find something meaningful and thoughtful can be overwhelming. Imagine a delicate necklace that sparkles in the light or a pair of earrings that perfectly complement her style. Can you imagine the smile on her face when she receives such a heartfelt gift?

Join us in exploring the timeless allure of jewelry as a way to express love and appreciation. Let's delve into the world of sentimental gifts and discover the magic of creating cherished keepsakes for the special women in our lives.

Shop Jewelry For Mom: Considerations and Inspiration

When choosing jewelry for mom, it's important to consider her personal style and taste. Here are a few questions to ask yourself:

What kind of jewelry does she already wear? Does she prefer classic and elegant pieces, or something more modern and trendy? Does she favor certain metals like yellow gold, white gold, or rose gold?

Does she have any favorite gemstones? Birthstones are always a thoughtful choice, but other gemstones like pearls, sapphires, or emeralds can also be stunning and meaningful.

What is the occasion? Are you celebrating Mother's Day, her birthday, or another special event? A more elaborate piece might be fitting for a milestone celebration, while a delicate necklace or pair of earrings could be ideal for everyday wear.

Shop jewelry for mom with These Jewelry Ideas

●     Studs Earrings

A timeless and versatile choice, studs earrings are a great option for moms who appreciate classic style. Consider diamond studs for a touch of luxury, or explore colorful gemstones like pearls, sapphires, or emeralds to add a pop of personality.

●     White Gold Chain

A white gold chain is a beautiful and elegant piece that can be dressed up or down. She can wear it alone for a simple look, or layer it with other necklaces for a more statement-making style. A white gold chain also pairs well with a variety of pendants, allowing her to personalize the look.

●     Delicate Bracelet

A delicate bracelet adds a touch of elegance to any outfit. Choose a simple chain bracelet or one with a meaningful charm. Consider her hobbies or interests when selecting a charm, or personalize it with her birthstone.

●     Pendant Necklace

A pendant necklace is a thoughtful gift that allows you to add a personal touch. Choose a pendant with her initials, a birthstone, or a symbol that represents your relationship. For a modern twist, consider a geometric pendant or one with a delicate chain and a small, sparkling stone.

Inspereza: Helping You Find the Perfect Gift for Mom

At Inspereza, we offer a wide selection of beautiful jewelry pieces designed to suit every style and taste. Our collections include:

Classic and elegant pieces: Perfect for moms who appreciate timeless style.

Modern and trendy designs: For moms who like to keep their look up-to-date.

Lab-grown diamond jewelry: A sustainable and ethical alternative to mined diamonds, offering the same brilliance and sparkle.

Birthstone jewelry: A personalized and meaningful gift that celebrates her unique birth month.

We also offer several benefits to make your jewelry shopping experience a breeze:

Free virtual consultations: Connect with a jewelry specialist for personalized recommendations and styling advice.

High-quality craftsmanship: Our jewelry is made with the finest materials and expert attention to detail.

Free express shipping: Get your gift delivered quickly and conveniently.

Free 30-day returns: Ensure a perfect fit and style for mom.

Let Mom Know You Care with a Gift from Inspereza

Looking for the perfect gift for mom? Shop jewelry for mom at Inspereza and discover a stunning selection of studs earrings and white gold chains that will surely make her feel special. A beautiful piece of jewelry is a timeless way to express your love and appreciation. Happy Shopping!

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The Enchantment of Birthstone Jewelry: Personal, Meaningful, and Beautiful

Birthstone jewelry holds a special place in many people’s hearts. Each birthstone is associated with a specific month and carries unique meanings and properties. Wearing birthstone jewelry is a beautiful way to celebrate your birth month, honor loved ones, and add a personal touch to your jewelry collection. At The Karat Store, we offer a stunning selection of birthstone jewelry that combines beauty with personal significance. Let’s delve into the charm of birthstone jewelry and explore its unique appeal.

The History of Birthstones

The tradition of birthstones dates back to ancient times. Different cultures believed that certain gemstones possessed magical properties and brought good fortune to those born in specific months. Over time, these beliefs evolved, and birthstones became a popular way to celebrate birthdays and special occasions.

The Birthstones by Month

January - Garnet: Garnet symbolizes protection, strength, and vitality. It is believed to bring peace and prosperity to its wearer.

February - Amethyst: Amethyst represents clarity, inner strength, and tranquility. It is thought to bring calmness and stability.

March - Aquamarine: Aquamarine signifies serenity, courage, and clear communication. It is associated with the sea and is believed to bring harmony.

April - Diamond: Diamond symbolizes purity, strength, and eternal love. It is a popular choice for engagement rings and signifies everlasting commitment.

May - Emerald: Emerald represents rebirth, fertility, and love. It is believed to bring prosperity and healing.

June - Pearl: Pearl symbolizes purity, wisdom, and serenity. It is cherished for its timeless elegance and natural beauty.

July - Ruby: Ruby signifies passion, courage, and vitality. It is associated with power and protection.

August - Peridot: Peridot represents strength, growth, and positive energy. It is thought to bring good luck and prosperity.

September - Sapphire: Sapphire symbolizes wisdom, royalty, and protection. It is believed to bring clarity and focus.

October - Opal: Opal represents hope, purity, and creativity. Each opal is unique, making opal jewelry one-of-a-kind.

November - Topaz: Topaz symbolizes strength, healing, and protection. Blue topaz is often associated with calmness and relaxation.

December - Turquoise: Turquoise signifies friendship, protection, and good fortune. It is believed to bring peace and harmony.

Popular Birthstone Jewelry Pieces

Birthstone Rings: Birthstone rings are a popular choice for celebrating birthdays and anniversaries. They can be worn alone or stacked with other rings for a personalized look.

Birthstone Necklaces: Birthstone necklaces, featuring single stone pendants or multiple gemstones, add a touch of personal significance to any outfit.

Birthstone Earrings: Birthstone earrings, including studs, hoops, and drop earrings, are a stylish way to showcase your birthstone. They can be subtle or bold, depending on your preference.

Birthstone Bracelets: Birthstone bracelets, whether simple chains or intricate designs, offer a meaningful and elegant accessory for your wrist.

Birthstone Charms: Birthstone charms can be added to bracelets, necklaces, or keychains, allowing you to carry your birthstone with you wherever you go.

Why Choose Birthstone Jewelry?

Personal Significance: Birthstone jewelry carries a special meaning, making it a thoughtful and personal gift for yourself or a loved one.

Unique and Beautiful: Each birthstone has its unique color and properties, adding a distinctive touch to your jewelry collection.

Symbolism and Beliefs: Many people believe in the positive properties and energies associated with their birthstones, adding an extra layer of meaning to their jewelry.

Versatility: Birthstone jewelry can be worn for any occasion, from everyday wear to special events. Its personal significance makes it a cherished piece in any collection.

How to Care for Birthstone Jewelry

To keep your birthstone jewelry looking its best, follow these care tips:

Cleaning: Clean your birthstone jewelry regularly with a soft cloth and mild soap solution. Avoid harsh chemicals that can damage the stones and settings.

Storage: Store birthstone jewelry separately to prevent scratches and damage. Use a jewelry box with compartments or soft pouches.

Handling: Handle your jewelry with care, especially when putting on or taking off pieces. Avoid pulling or tugging on delicate chains and settings.

Professional Maintenance: Have your birthstone jewelry inspected and cleaned by a professional jeweler periodically to ensure it remains in good condition.

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The Emotional Connection: Stories of Jewelry Passed Down Through Generations!

Jewelry is more than just an accessory. For many people, it carries deep emotional and historical significance, especially when it has been handed down through generations. These precious pieces often tell stories of love, family, and tradition. Let's explore some touching stories of heirloom jewelry and the special meanings they hold.

1. Grandma’s Pearl Necklace

For Emma, her grandmother’s pearl necklace is a cherished family treasure. Her grandmother received the necklace as a wedding gift from her husband, Emma’s grandfather, over 60 years ago. Every time Emma wears it, she feels a strong connection to her grandmother, who was known for her elegance and grace.

The pearls have been passed down to Emma’s mother, who wore them on her own wedding day. Now, Emma plans to wear the same necklace at her wedding. The necklace isn’t just beautiful; it’s a symbol of love and commitment that spans three generations.

2. Dad’s Pocket Watch

John’s family has a pocket watch that has been passed down from father to son for over a century. The watch originally belonged to John’s great-grandfather, who used it while working as a train conductor. It’s a simple, sturdy watch with a worn leather strap and a small crack on the glass.

Despite its age and imperfections, the watch is priceless to John. His father gave it to him on his 18th birthday, just as his grandfather had done before him. John hopes to one day give the watch to his own son, continuing the tradition. To John, the pocket watch is a reminder of the hard work and dedication of the men in his family.

3. Mom’s Diamond Ring

When Sarah’s mother passed away, she inherited her diamond ring. The ring was a gift from Sarah’s father on their 25th wedding anniversary. It’s a classic solitaire diamond jewelry in Chicago in a simple gold band. Sarah’s mother wore the ring every day, and it became a symbol of their enduring love.

Now, whenever Sarah looks at the ring, she feels close to her mother. She wears it on special occasions and takes comfort in knowing that a part of her mother is always with her. The custom made engagement ring in Chicago is more than a piece of jewelry; it’s a lasting memory of her parents’ love and a source of strength during difficult times.

4. The Family Bracelet

Lily’s family has a tradition of adding a charm to a silver bracelet for each significant life event. The bracelet originally belonged to her great-grandmother, who started the tradition by adding a charm for her wedding day. Over the years, charms have been added for births, graduations, weddings, and other milestones.

Each charm on the bracelet tells a story. There’s a tiny baby shoe for the birth of Lily’s grandmother, a graduation cap for her mother, and a miniature house for Lily’s parents’ first home. When Lily graduated from college, her mother added a small diploma charm.

The bracelet is like a family history book that Lily can wear on her wrist. It’s a beautiful way to celebrate and remember the important moments in their lives.

5. Uncle’s Military Medals

Tom’s uncle served in the military and received several medals for his bravery. When he passed away, he left his medals to Tom. Each medal represents a story of courage and sacrifice. Tom’s uncle often shared tales of his time in the service, and these medals are a tangible reminder of those stories.

Tom keeps the medals in a special display case, and they are a source of pride and inspiration for him. He hopes to share his uncle’s stories with his own children someday, teaching them about honor and bravery.

Conclusion

Heirloom jewelry is much more than just gold, silver, or precious stones. Each piece carries with it a piece of family history and a wealth of emotions. These stories remind us at European Jewelry of the people we love and the traditions we hold dear. Whether it’s a pearl necklace, a pocket watch, a diamond ring, a charm bracelet, or military medals, these treasures connect us to our past and keep our loved ones’ memories alive, so we at the best diamond jewelry store in Chicago, repurpose them to the best of our capability.

By wearing and cherishing these pieces, we honor the legacy of our ancestors and continue the beautiful tradition of passing down jewelry through generations. Visit our store for diamond jewelry online at https://europeanj.com/. 

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Want to make a statement? Discover the most popular Pandora necklace designs

Pandora, known for its customizable jewelry, offers a variety of necklace styles and designs that cater to different tastes and preferences. Here are some popular styles and designs of Pandora necklaces:

Charm Necklaces: Pandora's signature style involves charm necklaces. These necklaces allow you to personalize your look by adding charms that reflect your interests and hobbies.

Pendant Necklaces: These are the most versatile type of Pandora necklace and can be dressed up or down. They come in a variety of lengths and feature a single pendant on a chain. Simple and elegant, pendant necklaces from Pandora often feature a single, eye-catching charm or pendant.

Locket Necklaces: Lockets are timeless pieces that allow you to keep small photos or mementos close to your heart. Pandora's locket necklaces typically have a transparent window to showcase the contents inside.

Statement Necklaces: Pandora offers statement necklaces with larger, more intricate charms for those who prefer bold and distinctive pieces. They come in a variety of sizes and styles, from chunky chains to layered designs.

Layered Necklaces: Pandora also embraces the trend of layered necklaces, providing sets or individual pieces that can be mixed and matched for a stylish layered look.

Infinity Necklaces: Infinity symbols are often featured in Pandora designs, symbolizing eternal love and connections. These necklaces may have the infinity symbol as a pendant or incorporated into the chain.

Birthstone Necklaces: Personalized birthstone necklaces allow individuals to wear a piece of jewelry that corresponds to their birth month. These necklaces often feature a single stone or a combination of stones.

Sparkling Necklaces: Pandora is known for its use of cubic zirconia and other sparkling stones. Necklaces with sparkling details can add a touch of glamour to any outfit, making them suitable for special occasions.

Minimalist Necklaces: For people who prefer a more understated look, Pandora offers minimalist necklaces with simple, sleek designs. These pieces are versatile and can be worn daily or layered with other necklaces.

Symbolic Necklaces: Pandora incorporates various symbols, such as hearts, anchors, animals, and more, each carrying its own meaning. These symbolic necklaces often make meaningful gifts or can be chosen based on personal significance.

Lariat Necklaces: These Y-shaped necklaces are a trendy option which typically features a long chain with a pendant that hangs down at the center of the chest.

In addition to these styles, Pandora necklaces come in various materials, and you can find necklaces with gemstones, pearls, and enamel accents. Keep in mind, that Pandora regularly introduces new pieces to stay on-trend and cater to evolving tastes.

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