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[fatedfvllen]

you, again / closed event starter / laszlo x louisa: @damagcs

The wedding party was in full throng all around Louisa. The dawn fae was stuffed from the Night Court’s divine feast of suckeling pig, rich hors d’oeuvres, and her favorite champagne. The Night Court made the best barrel of champagne that Louisa ever tasted; complex and elegant, it poured like warm honey and it tasted like heaven. If she wasn’t careful, little Louisa would drink nothing else but the saucers of sparkling gold that balanced on the bright silver trays that danced around the wedding party on the hands of the court servants. 

Her senses were filled with decadence and her body swayed to the mystical musings of the minstrels. She was incandescently happy. Whilst this soirée was more formal than the parties she, Lorelei, and Lysander would throw in the dawn’s glow of the Glass Palace, it made her feel the most at home than she'd been in months. 

High Lord Lysander tasked Dawn’s Royal Duchess with a Royal Tour of Astralis: stopping at the many courts before making her final voyage to the Night High Lord’s wedding. Her last court visit, to the grim Autumn Court, was so dreadful that it made her shiver at the mere  memory. Thankfully, her dearest friend, Lady River of the Day Court was here to keep her company. However, Louisa ran off to chase after a tower of croquembouche—her only weakness, pastry—leaving her to find Captain Laszlo Sigurdson, her last dance partner. 

Avoidance was futile, she had made eye contact with the surprisingly handsome Winter Captain. She panicked and spoke first. “Sir Laszlo,” her gaze wandered his stature up and down, what she saw was very pleasing. “You clean up nicely for such a raw stone.”

[wickedgxmes]

@damagcs​

“Captain,” Nate teased, giving the other man a short nod of his head as he saw the Captain of the Winter Court filling his plate in the midst of the Banquet Hall. “I’m glad at least one of us is able to indulge himself. In fact, you should have a glass on me whilst I am wasting away on duty,” The joke came easy to the him complete with a charming smile that would typically only befitting when speaking to that of a dear friend. Even though Laszlo might have best been described a friend of connivence seeing that both would happily turn on each other at a moment’s notice if their high lords commanded it. 

[astralisgossip]

Most notable outfits of the wedding?

“Oh, but where to begin? Everyone at the wedding had marvelous attire on, Honeybee and I were drooling the entire evening! I have a few favorite notable highlights, though, and I do apologize for my level of gushing.

The bride of the evening’s illustrious festivities--Sophia Beaumont (nee Wren)--stood out, naturally, in her mermaid-style gown with delicate, artful henna gracing her arms and her hair bedecked in lush petals representative of her status as a prized Garden nymph. Absolutely stunning.

River Hartwell, of course, stood out like a pink, sugar-coated daydream in her glittering ensemble--sweet enough to eat. And, of course, I’m sure everyone was able to take a gander at Brayden Barlow in his festive outfit for the evening’s events. Gabriel Beaumont might have had a thing or two to say about the glitz and glamour of the minor lord’s outfit, but I was dazzled by it. Louisa Caerwyn looked like Sleeping Beauty or a sugarplum princess in her decadent pink gown, the colors of Dawn living in her dress.

Lucien Nightborne showed the prowess and dark seduction of the Wild Hunt in his outfit of black and embroidered gold, with special homage to the wolves tied to the Hunt’s natural instincts sewn onto the back of his fluttering cape. Ikora Reid matched her King in several ways, showing the strength and dark glamour of the Wild Hunt in her stunning black and gold ensemble of the evening. And as long as we’re discussing marvelous attire, I must pay a bit of respect and attention to Aida Karadag’s ensemble for the evening; with that shimmering pink gown, she looked like a gossamer fairy out of a children’s storybook.

And I would be remiss to avoid mentioning the Best Man of the evening: Kael Endiron. Between the dark, jeweled rings that adorned his fingers and his black and golden brocade suit, even I would have given up health and happiness for the chance to run away with the Night Court’s War General. Further cementing how absolutely lost I was in the night’s grandeur and festivities is Lisabeth Loudain, who all but looked like a graceful monarch butterfly in her flowy, block-colored dress. There’s no wonder she was so drawn to Skai Rai, who looked the part of a seductive rose in her revealing, glittery red dress and shining heels. And have you seen Calliope Bisset? An elegant, golden queen hewn of stardust and flowers--Ares has no idea what he missed out on this evening.

And that brings us to Victoria Adler, who had everyone questioning their sexuality during the wedding with that sharp, white and blue-speckled suit that hugged her body as though it had been, well, tailored for her. Of course, Svala Sigurdottir’s fur cloak and metal wings were, well, bad ass? I nearly asked her to hop into bed with me; I’m drawn to dangerous and strong women, you know. Lysander Caerwyn might be infamous for being Astralis’ number one playboy, but in that rich crimson attire and golden makeup and starburst crown, who wouldn’t lie down their life for the chance of worshiping at his feet? Speaking of worshiping at one’s feet, I take it you’ve seen Rosaline Liancourt? As usual, the Queen of Roses is a goddess, and I have ZERO criticism to offer.”

( @nymphcts / @gvldntrbl / @sangue-e-luce / @fatedfvllen / @covrtofnightmares / @rcsewatrs / @wickedgxmes / @voxdaemonica / @damagcs / @theartofruling / @lepinedoree / @thenxghtwemet / @ocean-eyesahq / @courtofshvdows / @gardensheir )

[ocean-eyeslnrp]

@damagcs​

Svala had been sure to avoid her brother and leave him to his devices, but once she saw him a smirk came to her voice and she had to take the opportunity to either scare him or slightly embarrass him. She snuck up behind him, straightening her back a little more before booming over his shoulder, “are you enjoying yourself? You’re going to stare holes through them if you stare any harder?” She smirked noticing his eyes a two women. “You should go talk to them.” She smiled, brushing her shoulder against his, “perhaps Tatiana won’t be the only one I marry off this year.” She laughed her brow raising suggestively at him, “or if you prefer something more... temporary.”

[theartofruling]

Skai had always made it her business to know of the noteworthy people in every court. Of course, just because she did know of them, sometimes it made sweet talking the secrets out of them easier when they were aesthetically pleasing and easy on the eyes. She’d never met Duchess Lisabeth Loudain, but she had seen her before and she was absolutely and positively breathtaking. “I’m fairly certain you probably get this all the time, but you easily have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen in all my day,” she complimented. Her voice even held an air to it almost as if she’d fallen under the woman’s spell of just happening to lock eyes with her for a moment. “My apologies if that was odd of me to say. I’m Skai,” she introduced herself, pretending not to know who this woman was. @damagcs​

[chaoticdrkness]

Clara walked out onto the balcony and leaned against the wall as she looked out onto the Night Court Garden. Distracted by her own thoughts and how her night was going to end, she didn’t notice that she had company until she heard her name being called out. “Well, well, well, look who it is, Laszlo Sigurdson.” she laughed, turning her head to look over at the Captain who she had gotten to know well. “What are you doing out here rather than showing off your dance moves in there?”  @damagcs​

[covrtofnightmares]

LAURENT &&. LASZLO + @damagcs​

Laurent loved events like these; grand parties where all of Astralis gathered together under false pretenses of comradery. Parties such as the Beaumont-Wren wedding allotted Laurent the opportunity to get a feel out around the continent; a chance to see who was faithful to the Day Court and who was likely to betray whom. Oh, to be certain, he acted like little more than a guest this evening, but the Serpent of the Day Court would be remiss to destroy an opportunity like this. And, after spotting his brother earlier in the evening, Laurent was eager to let off steam. Adjusting the crown that rested on his head, defiant proof that he was a legitimate Prince of the Wild Hunt, Laurent meandered through the gardens and the grand halls of the Night Court’s High Castle, making pleasantries with friendly and unfamiliar faces as he passed.

Eventually, Laurent stumbled across the artists’ corner of the party; a series of small tables were scattered across the room, draped with lush purple and blue tablecloths, while famous Seers sat, cards splayed before them as they promised to tell people’s fortunes by reading the stars. Over by the balcony, overlooking the lavish Night Court gardens, a few painters sat with canvas and easels, ready to craft a portrait or landscape for any willing patron. Slowly, Laurent’s lips curled into a grin; what better opportunity for him to find someone willing to spill their secrets under the guise of a shared experience? He reached for two flutes of champagne as a waiter glided by, the soft sound of orchestra music tinkling through the room as he turned and sidled up alongside a young man Laurent recognized belonging to the Winter Court. Laszlo Sigurdson. But where, oh where, was his guard dog Svala? Interesting.

"On such a beautiful night, a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be wasting the evening alone,” Laurent teased, his lips spreading into a Cheshire grin as he handed a glass of champagne to the young man he’d interrupted. “Come, drink with me--let’s toast to the beautiful couple. I’d hate to be the only one tipsy this evening.”

[mncmosyne]

𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 - Adaira Loudain(1/?)

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“He has a heart too big, I fear it may be his downfall.” His father had joked with a laugh as husband and wife watched their son play with other faeling out back in their garden. Matthew had taken it upon himself to make the rounds, carrying whoever had asked on his back so they could mimic flying (some were too young that their wings weren’t strong enough), zooming them around till it was time for the next. Adaira Loudain, however, was not as amused. She looked on with a pursed lip and a frown as she watched her dear son continue to hoist children on his back, just a year shy from being thirteen years old himself, sweat dotting his brow and smile wavering as he unfurled his own wings to help with the weight. It was true, her son had a heart too big for his own good. One that she feared would bleed one day, and never stop. “You’re right, my love.” She responded, though much more concerned than the other. “We must save him from it before it’s too late.” 

- 

“It’s dying, we should end its misery.” Adaira Loudain said calmly as Matthew cradled the poor sparrow in his hands. The mistress of the Loudain household was not one for sentimentality. Her husband was sentimental enough for the both of them. No, she was straight and true like an arrow. No nonsense and pragmatic, traits she had hoped her children would inherit. She crouched down to eye the bird with a small frown, reaching out to perhaps take it from her son, only to pull back when Matthew curled it closer to his heart. His large, warm heart. “It will die.” She told him, but all Matthew could do was shake his head and whimper. “I will take care of it, mother. I will nurse it back to health.” He insisted, only to walk away with an optimism and hopeful idealism that worried Adaira even more. 

The bird died not two days later and she had to hold her son in his arms as he cried... Oh my love. She could not help but think. Curb your beautiful heart, for it is growing too fast. 

- 

She saw it before she could hope to stop it. The ember of awe and devotion that sparked in her son’s eyes as they paid their visit to the Winter Court to celebrate the birth of the new princess. Her lips pursed in disapproval as she gently rested her hand on the crook of his elbow. “Is she not lovely, mother?” He asked her with a smile that could have broken her heart. He was much taller now, a far cry from the boy that used to chase sparrows in their garden, though still very much a youth in fae years. So terribly green in her eyes. “She is a princess.” She reminded him, as if that was response enough. His smile dimmed, but only for a split second as he moved his attention back to the snow dove that captured the heart of the kingdom. Her eyes did not move from him, just as his gaze did not move from the little princess. “I wish to give her the world.” He murmured and her heart cracked for him. 

My sweet son, do not go down this path... 

- 

they came in the night, faceless men and women whos swords and knives were already red from the blood of their kin. She watched her husband perish at the hands of five shadows, his sword falling to the floor with a clang that rang through her in a bolt of grief. She was next. She could not live without the other. But just as fast as it had come, Adaira Loudain pulled herself together. While death loomed over her, waiting, she could not die just yet, not when her two hearts still had so much to live for. She raised her own sword and swung at these murderers till all she could hear was the roar of her own battle cry, tears blurring her vision as she fought to make it to her children. There, fighting desperately in the west wing, her son released arrow after arrow in a valiant attempt to keep him and his sister safe, though his own back edged closer against the large stained glass window of their home. 

“Matthew!” She screamed, and in a moment, it felt like the world shifted. She pushed them into a nearby bedroom and locked the door, a useless attempt to give them more time. 

If only they had more time. 

“Mother, we need to leave.” Matthew breathed out as he hoisted Lisabeth out the window. The banging on the door grew louder and only then did Matthew see his mother’s wings. He had always admired Adaira’s wings... They were a soft sand brown and beautifully slender despite the strength and power he knew they held. Now they hung limp behind her, broken and useless like the sparrow’s he had tried to save so many years ago. 

And they both knew how that turned out. 

“I can carry you.” He gasped out, tears now falling free down his cheeks as he attempted to get her to get on his back. Oh my darling boy... She stopped him with firm hands before turning him to face her, hands cupping his face and blue eyes meeting his. “Take care of your sister, my heart.” She whispered, attempting to emblazon his face to her memory. “And do not let your own be the death of you.” And with one final shove, one pull of her own strength, she pushed him out the window and watched her two suns fly away and into the night, her son looking back once... twice... before finally flying away in a gust of tornadoes and hurricanes. 

Adaira Loudain died that night, as did her husband and many of the Loudains that were not so lucky to escape, but her two hearts lived on, one of them too large, and warm, and already bleeding just as his mother had feared. 

And perhaps that will be his downfall... but at the same time, perhaps not. 

mentioned: @damagcs @nymphcts

[ocean-eyeslnrp]

@voxdaemonica, @damagcs

[gotojobin]

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[fatedfvllen]

closed event starter / cian x laszlo: @damagcs​

He had a buzz going, finally. Cian wasn’t sure if it was the bubbly champagne or the amount he drank since the feast ended, but it was catching up to him. He placed his empty saucer on an empty silver tray the palace servants balanced on their palms, before he staggered off in search of one of his mates.

Before he could drink another drop of the tart champagne, he man handled a few tiny hors d'oeuvre that moved under his nose that were also on a dancing silver tray. He popped two into his cheeks and chomped before he grabbed three more. The face on the Night Court servant was frightfully appalled at the brutish manner from the Autumn fae. Cian grumbled something in the crude native French tongue before the sacred servant backed away quickly. Cian grinned with a mouthful of expensive appetizers.

“Oi!” He hollard across the crowded room to his mate, Laszlo. “Las, ol’ chap.” Cian stopped over to Laszlo; he accidentally bumped into a few stuffy courtiers along his path. He grunted a quick apology and ignored the sour faces at the Autumn beast. “Where have you been? Let’s find a real drink, shall we?”

[wickedgxmes]

@damagcs​

Gemma had always been hotheaded. The little spitfire was taught to fight and starve off the love she craved since as long as she could remember. She was bold, brash and lived her life clawing her way up the ranks without looking back. Yet, this time, the rage boiling just beneath her skin felt different. This time the anger felt etched into her veins and not easily shaken or hidden by a flirtatious smile. 

So when Las plopped down beside her, she wrapped her arms instinctively around his arm and rested her head on his shoulder, mumbling, “you’re not allowed to flinch away”, before the man whom wasn’t big on hugging made another face.

[ocean-eyeslnrp]

@damagcs

“I have to watch my son depart for his destiny, how could I stay away?” 

[astralisgossip]

i do be watching louisa and laszlo like a hawk rn

“Do I detect love in the air between those two? Or, at the very least, lust?”

( @fatedfvllen / @damagcs )

[chaoslived-a-blog]

damagc, grccnscrunchic, twcshcts sorry thats all i can think of from the movie and they all have c replacements! i can think of more maybe!

    i’ve gone with twcshcts, i really liked that! thank you soooooo much for your suggestions!

[fatedfvllen]

Laszlo x Louisa / a winter’s dawn / @damagcs

Every little thing she does is magic Everything she does just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on

    Every Little Things She Does is Magic, Sleeping at Last