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I remembered this post and did more math, so I wanted to share that Kit Herondale is only 1/16th Nephilim blood, effectively making him more fey-blooded than shadowhunter blooded, genetically speaking.
Ephraim Loss had Roland with a mundane, then Roland and Auraline had their child, who likely conceived Rosemary with yet another mundane.
AKA, even though we know that shadowhunter blood has a tendency to be dominant over mundane blood, he still doesn't have all that much Nephilim blood in him. It's even very possible that if things had gone differently and Kit had grown to have biological children that he would have done so with another mundane and had a child or children with blood diluted enough to just make them mundane(s) with The Sight. After all, even though shadowhunter blood tends to be dominant, we also know that the Nephilim traits can be watered down, so-to-speak, given enough time diluting it with mundane blood; that's probably the number one suspicion of where mundanes who have The Sight come from, right? Just long-diluted shadowhunter blood?
TLDR; Kit Herondale, from a biological standpoint, is more Mundane and Faerie than he is Nephilim, we just don't recognize that because the Nephilim blood is still strong enough that Kit can take Marks without having to Ascend
Suddenly remembered that the First Heir family tree only has "unnamed generations" listed between Auraline's life and Rosemary's
//idk who else needs to hear this, but if you're ever confused about how much fey blood Kit actually has, it's likely about 1/8th. Further explanation for anybody that hasn't done the math, Rosemary was about 44 when she died (we know because Johnny was 45 and about a year older than her bc they met at 16 and 17), making her born in 1968, which means that the baby that Jem saw Auraline and Roland with in 1936 was most likely Rosemary's parent (I believe the baby was a little girl, but I cannot remember off the top of my head).
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De Jem et Tessa Ă Alec
Memo Ă lâattention du Consul Alec Lightwood
Re : Relations avec les elfes sauvages
AprĂšs plusieurs jours de tensions, nous sommes soulagĂ©s dâannoncer que les menaces Ă lâencontre de Christopher Herondale et Wilhelmina Carstairs semblent avoir Ă©tĂ© Ă©liminĂ©es. Nous sommes entrĂ©s en contact avec Gwyn ap Nudd, de la Chasse Sauvage, qui nous confirme que la fĂ©e nâayant prĂȘtĂ© aucun serment connue sous le nom de MĂšre Hawthorn a Ă©tĂ© dĂ©placĂ©e dans un lieu isolĂ©, oĂč elle sera dĂ©tenue Ă lâavenir par la Chasse Sauvage.
Malheureusement, la sĂ©curitĂ© de Christopher Herondale nâest toujours pas assurĂ©e sur le long terme. Je vous prie de trouver ci-joint, Ă loisir, de la correspondance personnelle contenant davantage de remarques et questions informelles.
Nous soussignés,
James Carstairs
Tessa Herondale-Carstairs
Cher Alec,
Jâai demandĂ© Ă Jem dâĂ©crire la partie formelle de ce rapport parce que ça me donne la migraine. Je mâen voulais de lui demander, mais il a balayĂ© mes inquiĂ©tudes dâun revers de la main : apparemment aucun dâentre nous ne croirait la quantitĂ© de documents administratifs que les FrĂšres Silencieux doivent remplir. Jâen ai Ă©tĂ© Ă©tonnĂ©e parce que jâai du mal Ă associer « administratif » et « CitĂ© Silencieuse », mais bon.
Bref, le rapport est exact. Julian Blackthorn, intelligent comme il est, a contactĂ© Gwyn, qui a acceptĂ© de sâoccuper de MĂšre Hawthorn. (Julian nâen avait parlĂ© Ă personne, Ă©videmment, parce quâil aime ses rĂ©vĂ©lations spectaculaires, comme nous nous en souvenons tous trĂšs bien.) AprĂšs avoir eu si peur, câĂ©tait vraiment magnifique quand la Chasse Sauvage est apparue, a saisi MĂšre Hawthorn et nous a ramenĂ© Mina.
Dâailleurs, Mina est heureuse, en bonne santĂ© et absolument pas bouleversĂ©e, contrairement Ă ses parents. Elle Ă©tait ravie au plus au point de voir la Chasse Sauvage, et depuis elle nâarrĂȘte pas de nous dire avec enthousiasme quâelle a rencontrĂ© beaucoup de chevaux et que les chevaux sont ses amis. Kit, bien sĂ»r, est au moins aussi bouleversĂ© que nous, si ce nâest plus. Il lâa Ă peine quittĂ©e des yeux depuis son retour. Il dormait mĂȘme par terre dans sa chambre. (Nous y avons installĂ© un clic-clac aprĂšs les deux premiĂšres nuits). Ăa lâa fortement Ă©branlĂ©. Il nâa pas beaucoup souhaitĂ© en parler, mais câest Ă©videmment trĂšs pesant pour lui. Depuis lâincident, il a ce regard inquiet que nous lui connaissons bien. Nous craignons quâil ne commence Ă comprendre ce que son hĂ©ritage peut rĂ©ellement signifier, mĂȘme si nous avons tout fait pour lâen protĂ©ger.
MalgrĂ© lâaide de Gwyn, ni Julian ni nous ne savons ce quâil sâest passĂ© exactement entre la Chasse Sauvage et MĂšre Hawthorn, et nous sommes peu disposĂ©s Ă le demander. Nous savons que le Royaume des FĂ©es peut ĂȘtre cruel, quâil est le plus cruel envers son propre peuple, et quâil a un sens de la justice et de la discipline particulier, qui semble parfois trĂšs⊠inhumain. Ceci dit, nous faisons confiance Ă Gwyn, notamment parce que nous faisons confiance Ă Diana Wrayburn. Sâil dit que MĂšre Hawthorn nâembĂȘtera plus Kit, nous le croyons.
Nous ne savons toujours pas parfaitement ce que MĂšre Hawthorn a dit Ă Kit pendant quâils Ă©taient seuls â quand nous pouvions les voir, et Mina aussi, mais pas les entendre. DâaprĂšs Kit, câĂ©tait seulement ce Ă quoi nous pouvions nous attendre, mais quand il est revenu vers nous, il avait les yeux hagards. Je voudrais pouvoir exiger de savoir ce quâelle a dit, ou quelles Ă©taient ses menaces ou rĂ©vĂ©lations, mais je sais que je ne peux pas. Il nous parlera quand il sera prĂȘt.
Cela dit, nous ne savons pas si MĂšre Hawthorn a des alliĂ©s qui pourraient aussi connaitre le secret de Kit. Peu importe comment elle a essayĂ© dâamadouer Kit, nous savons quâelle a des intentions hostiles. Nous lâavions rencontrĂ© Ă Buenos Aires, avant mĂȘme de savoir que Kit existait, et elle Ă©tait trĂšs claire. Ses mots me sont restĂ©s en tĂȘte : « Un Premier HĂ©ritier existe encore dans ce monde. Quand le Premier HĂ©ritier Ă©mergera, dans toute la terrible gloire nĂ©e du sang de la Cour des LumiĂšres, de celui de la Cour des TĂ©nĂšbres et de celui des Nephilim, jâespĂšre quâil dĂ©truira les Chasseurs dâOmbres ainsi que le Royaume des FĂ©es. JâespĂšre que le monde entier sera perdu. »
Je ne peux pas regarder Kit â Ă©tendu sur le clic-clac dans la chambre de Mina, la main serrĂ©e autour dâune des lattes de son berceau, mĂȘme quand il dort â et penser « terrible gloire ». Il est comme nâimporte quel autre Chasseur dâOmbres, une sorte dâordinaire peu ordinaire. Il aime les films et les soirĂ©es spaghetti et il se ronge les ongles. Il nâest quâune personne, pas un destin.
Pour lâinstant, trĂšs peu de gens connaissent lâhĂ©ritage de Kit. Emma et Julian, bien sĂ»r, toi et Magnus, Jace et Clary⊠mĂȘme les frĂšres et sĆurs de Julian ne savent pas, ou connaissent seulement un vague semblant de vĂ©ritĂ©. Mais Ă qui dâautre MĂšre Hawthorn a pu en parler ? Pas Ă la Cour des LumiĂšres, certainement : nous sommes tous les deux sĂ»rs que la Reine aurait dĂ©jĂ pris des mesures pour sâemparer de Kit si elle savait. Kieran sait, Ă©videmment, mais nous ne savons Ă quels membres de la Cour il a pu en parler (dâaprĂšs Emma, Mark et Cristina connaissent la situation en partie seulement). Kieran est clairement un alliĂ©, et sa Cour lui est fidĂšle. Mais il est facile dâimaginer quâun courtisan audacieux (ou un elfe sauvage) ait pu dĂ©couvrir cette histoire et cherche Ă en tirer profit.
Nous ne pouvons pas ignorer la rĂ©alitĂ©Â : les secrets comme celui de Kit finissent par ĂȘtre dĂ©couverts et ne peuvent pas ĂȘtre protĂ©gĂ©s indĂ©finiment. Le garder au sein dâun petit cercle dâamis de confiance, rien quâentre les Chasseurs dâOmbres, ça fait quand mĂȘme une douzaine de personnes.
Ce qui nous amĂšne Ă notre premiĂšre vĂ©ritable demande : Magnus pourrait-il venir Ă Cirenworth rapidement, pour renforcer les sortilĂšges de protection contre les incursions de ceux qui pourraient vouloir du mal Ă Kit ? Nous devons reconnaitre que ce nâest quâune solution temporaire, mais pour lâinstant câest le mieux que nous puissions faire.
Pendant ce temps, nous sommes dâavis (et nous sommes certains que tu seras dâaccord) que nous devons essayer de devancer cette menace. Nous avons sollicitĂ© Kieran pour que ses espions prĂȘtent attention aux possibles rumeurs au sujet de Kit qui circuleraient dans le Royaume. Serais-tu disposĂ© Ă faire la mĂȘme chose, via lâAlliance ? Nous savons que ce nâest absolument pas le bon moment pour toi. Si nous avions pu, nous aurions tout Ă fait choisi un moment moins politiquement prĂ©caire pour prĂ©senter ce problĂšme Ă lâEnclave. Sache que nous te soutenons et serons toujours Ă tes cĂŽtĂ©s. Nous nous sommes peut-ĂȘtre retirĂ©s de la vie active des Chasseurs dâOmbres, mais nous serons toujours prĂ©sents si tu as besoin de nous.
Tu as assumĂ© toutes ces responsabilitĂ©s Ă un si jeune Ăąge. Ne semble-t-il pas que les responsabilitĂ©s se prĂ©sentent toujours Ă nous Chasseurs dâOmbres trop tĂŽt Ă lâaube de notre vie ? Je regarde mon cher Kit et je sais. Nous savons tous ce qui se prĂ©pare, comme lorsque lâon sait que le soleil va se coucher sur une journĂ©e que lâon souhaiterait infinie. La longue journĂ©e ensoleillĂ©e de lâenfance de Kit est presque terminĂ©e. Je tremble Ă lâidĂ©e de ce quâil va devoir affronter Ă la tombĂ©e de la nuit.
Avec toute notre amitié,
Jem et Tessa.
Texte original de Cassandra Clare ©
Traduction dâEurydice Bluenight ©
Le texte original est Ă lire ici : https://secretsofblackthornhall.tumblr.com/post/697286698428694528/jem-and-tessa-to-alec
#sobh#secrets of blackthorn hall#jessa#jem and tessa#jem carstairs#tessa gray#magnus bane#alec lightwood#diana wrayburn#diana and gwyn#kit herondale#first heir
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#First Auraline#then Kieran#and Kieran said why one when you can do two#they would have gotten along#kieran hunter#kieran kingson#auraline#the first heir#first heir#unseelie king#roland loss#roland herondale#mark blackthorn#christina rosales#kit herondale#twp#the wicked powers#tda#cassandra clare
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Anush: ah, so you're the famous Kit Kit: fAMOUS WHAT HUH Anush: you know.. because Kit: ohmygod did you find out i'm the first heir i thought i was doing so well- Anush: no... i wasn't- i- you're the first heir?? Kit:
#kit herondale#anush joshi#kitty#kit x ty#KitTy#tda#the dark artifices#twp#the wicked powers#first heir
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Of Our Own Devices
For @erisweekofficial Day 1: Bargains
Pairing: Reader x Eris
Summary: Desperate to reunite with Lucien since his exile to Spring, you find yourself paying an unexpected price to his older brother.
Warnings: some mentions of death & injury, swearing, spitfire reader and a cunty eris. <3
Word Count: 3.2k
Part Two
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The storm had rolled in with frightening speed.
It was one of the rarer, powerful storms of Autumn. The type that caused the sky to turn to charcoal, produced lightning that illuminated the canopy of fall leaves and made them seem like flickering, live fires.Â
You stumbled into the dimly lit cabin, drenched from the rain that had come pouring down in sheets. The cabin was one you had never seen beforeâ a hidden refuge of Erisâs that you weren't aware existed. Despite its small size, it was surprisingly beautiful, furnished with deep, velvety fabrics. Eris had pulled you into the home without a word.Â
Crossing your arms across your chest, you turned to him, watching as he shed his outer layer and hung it on a hook near the door. He moved to the cold, empty fireplace next, and with a flick of his fingers, he summoned a flame from his hand. The flame danced briefly in his palm before he extended it toward the blackened wood in the hearth.Â
Seconds later, a crackling sound filled the room, bringing the fire to life and filling the space with a warm, golden glow. Eris watched the flames for a moment. Then he stood up, facing you once more.Â
"You promised me I'd be in Spring by tonight," you said.Â
Eris tsked, brushing past you as he sat himself on a velvet, red couch. His scent lingered in the airâa smoky, strong aroma. A shiver ran through your body. You attributed the reaction to the influence of the rain on your warm skin.Â
He didn't bother to meet your eye as he responded. "I promised no such thing. I said I'd take you to Spring tonight."
"Then take me."
He raised a brow and for a moment, you almost expected him to make a childlike comment, a brutish joke about the sentiment those words could hold outside of the context. But he didn't. His eyes, however, told you that he was thinking about it. It was unnerving, how you could read him so well, how years at Lucien's side had come with an unexpected consequence: becoming familiar with his brothers, too.
"It's a storm. Winnowing is risky in this weather," he said smoothly, voice as cool as ever. "Iâm not risking both our lives just because you're impatient."
The wind howled outside the cabin, rattling the wooden shutters as you took a deep breathâ in through your nose, out through your mouth. The eldest Vanserra noticed the frustration immediately, and your efforts to calm yourself dissipated as a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
âIâm not staying here,â you snapped. âIâll walk if I have to.â
At first glance, the couch appeared almost pristine, but as the firelight grew and you paid closer attention, you could make out traces of dark grey, black, and brown hairsâthe hair of his hounds. The detail settled somewhere inside you. You weren't sure where.
âIf you do that, youâll either die of exposure or run into my fatherâs men. Either way, not a great plan.â
You froze, your hands tightening around the fabric of your cloak as you grasped your arms, fingernails digging into the material. âSo my options are to stay here with you or die?â
He shrugged lazily, but the motion still held a sense of regality to it, an eerily elegant form. It made you even angrier.
âSeems so," he said, a smile forming on his lips. It was as warm and genuine as a snakeâs kiss, much like the disarming charm you had come to expect from Eris.
You'd never spent this long with him alone, never needed to manage his calculated gaze or purposely chosen words without the buffer of Lucien. You would've gladly gone your entire immortal life without doing so. But you missed Lucienâ your heart ached without him, longed to be near him, to have his laugh echo in your ears. And this was the only way to be with him again, even for a few days.
And Eris knew that. He knew it all. You assumed it was why he bothered to take you in the first place. It gave him the pleasure of knowing he had powerâ control.
Your blood boiled.
âAre you enjoying this?â You stormed toward him, standing over the couch as he stretched, clearly unbothered by the stormâor your anger. âTrapping me here, knowing I have no choice.â
âTrapping you?â He laughed softly, sitting up slightly to meet your gaze. âYou came to me, Vixen. If you want to go, the doorâs right there.â
The sound of the wind howling through the trees outside made his offer ring hollow. You struggled to rummage through your thoughts, through the anger, frustration, and disgust that he managed to stir in you.
The stupid, stupid nickname was all you could focus on, now. Memories of a younger you flooded your senses, memories of a younger Eris, one much less rigid, much more open, almost. An Eris you crushed on. You'd never admit the truth to anyoneâ that the reason you and Lucien had become so close, despite your natural connection, was because once upon a time, he was glued to his older brothers hip. And so you'd glued yourself to Lucien's.
Eventually, the years evened things out, and your feelings flowed from the eldest Vanserra to the kindest one. To Lucien.
Lucien. Your mind reminded you. This was for Lucien. Don't piss Eris off, don't ruin your chances at seeing him again. Don't engageâ
"Stop calling me that, you arrogant prick."
Your hands dropped to your sides, instinctively curling into fists as Eris peered at you with a burning, amused stare. His amber eyes gleamed like a predator toying with its prey.
"I see Lucien's absence has impacted your ability to maintain that temper. Those breathing exercises not working well for you?"
Something twisted deep in your gut.
"Now that I think about it, I think I'll take my chances with the storm."
Before you could make a move to leave, Eris was standing, his chest now inches away from you as he peered down at you. You didn't move, then, only straightened your shoulders and met his gaze.
Eris wasnât the beefy, broad-shouldered type that other males in the court might have been. He didnât have large, bulging muscles meant to intimidate. Instead, he was a lean kind of strong, with a pointed nose and sharp features that cut through the dim light of the cabin. He exuded a different kind of intimidation, one that stemmed from his inherent authority and the staunchness of his posture. He carried himself like a princeâelegant and commanding, every inch of him a testament to his future role.
Beron was merely keeping the throne warm until Eris was ready to claim it for himself.
"We both know you're not going to do that."
You tightened your fists further. "And why not?"
"Because you aren't stupid, Y/n."
Eris cocked his head, his eyes narrowing as he studied your face with a cold, calculating gaze. His features were sharp and chiseled, the faintest freckles dotting his high cheekbones.Â
"You're not going to risk losing your chance to see Lucien."
 He leaned down and his breath fanned your face, warm and mingling with the scent of cedar and smoke. His eyes danced across your face, moving from holding your gaze to traveling further down, lingering on your lipsâon the scowl you wore on themâbefore he met your eyes again. The fire's flames grew larger, consuming the oxygen in the air that had already seemed to be thinning.Â
You said nothing as he continued, "Uncurl those fists, take that soaked cloak off, and wait. "
You stayed quiet, taking a deep breath before you stepped to the side, purposefully brushing your shoulder against his broad chest as you moved. Despite your urge to resist him out of spite, you reluctantly removed your cloak and tossed it on the clean floor of the cabin.
Eris scoffed. "Really? Must you act like a child?"
The floorboards cracked as he walked and, faintly, he mumbled something about how his hounds were better mannered. Eris picked up your cloak, dusting it off with a gentle hand before hanging it up next to his own.
"I'm curious," he began, glancing over his shoulder as he walked towards the couch. "Does Lucien know?"
You glared at him. You were growing tired now, the exhaustion of the trip slowly growing deep in your bones.
"What are you talking about?"
Eris smirked, his gaze lingering on you with a knowing glint as he settled back on the couch. "I'm talking about how you're in love with my sweet, sweet little brother."
You stiffened, a wave of emotion crashing over youâcold and awakening, a nauseating mix of embarrassment and fury.Â
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Eris's face remained insufferably composed, a cocky grin playing at his lips. His eyes gleamed with a self-satisfied spark.
"No need to lie. It's just us two here," he purred. "I've always enjoyed how honest we can be with one another. It's why I preferred you over Jesminda."
A sharp, uncontrollable heat seared through every nerve in your body, a wave of anger surging like a wildfire.
"Keep her name out of your mouth."
It felt like a disgrace to have him say it, to hear her name immortalized on the tongue of the brother that allowed her to die. The brother that had killed her, according to Lucien. His sobs still echoed in your mind, the image of a broken male etched into your memory. You'd had only five minutes with him before he fled, five minutes of frenzied packing, desperate promises, and anguished confessions of what his fatherâand his brothersâhad done.
Eris's gaze lingered as he analyzed you.
A beat passed.
Then another.
You were beginning to feel naked, as if he had stripped you of every defense you'd managed to muster around him. You turned away, unable to bear the weight of his stare any longer.
"I didn't kill her. I didnât help.â
Your face went slack, caught off guard and momentarily confused. You pulled yourself together quickly, straightening your back, hoping he hadnât noticed your reaction. As you turned a little, your face almost sad now, you couldâve sworn you saw something in his eyesâsomething akin to regret, maybe even compassion.
Your voice was low, not bothering to hide the sadness, mourning, the raw anger, as you responded.
âI donât believe you.â
The trace of care in his gaze vanished as he shrugged, the same indifferent gesture heâd made earlier. âHave I ever lied to you?â
You stared at him, taking him in with the same analyzing gaze he'd offered you.Â
It was strange how alike he and Lucien looked, how alike yet so different all the same. But the longer you stared, the more you began to feel stuckâ hypnotized, tempted to walk closer to him, to ask him what it was that went on in his mind, what caused those flickers of emotions you couldn't name across his face.Â
But another moment passed, and all you could see was a male who Lucien hated, a male who was selfish, who reveled in the pain caused by chaos. Your mind drifted to other rumors and stories youâd heard about him. You settled on one in particular.Â
"You left an innocent female to die in the woods because she didn't want to mary you. Butchering your brother's lover doesn't seem outside of your past-times."
A cold shift washed over Erisâs face. His disinterested expression hardened into a mask of disappointment, then flared into a simmering anger. It was a contained fury, like a finely tuned flame.
"Don't tell me you believe the lies of Night Court trash. Surely you're smarter than that. I know you are."
"Fuck you," you snarled. "You know nothing about me. I'm not going to let you play some twisted mind games with me. I'm not a doll."
He shook his head. "You are not."
A beat. Then a smirk grew on his lips. "But you are just as pretty as one, if we're still being honest. You're wasted in your one-sided love, Y/n."
You said nothing, turning to walk to the other side of the cabin. The corner held a bookshelf with carefully arranged volumes, a finely crafted wooden table, and a collection of artifacts on the windowsill.
Eris just laughed behind you, a sound so smooth and soothing that it felt sinful against your skin.
You resisted the temptation to snoop, to explore the cabin and bask in the rare vulnerability of the brother who had always captivated you in the most wretched of ways. It felt strange seeing him like thisârelaxed, almost at easeâ as if simply crossing the threshold of this modest cabin had stripped away the invisible chains and burdens only a prince could bear.
You stayed still and stared out the window, focusing on the sounds of the storm. You hoped that the rain would drown out the sounds of his breathingâ sounds that rang too loud in your mind. You didn't want to know why he seemed to do that, why he lingered so deeply in your head.Â
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The storm raged on for a few more hours.
The time was spent in tense silenceâat least for you. Eris remained on the couch, reading through a novel about the history of the continent. You would've never thought him to enjoy such a thing, to want to know about those outside of his court, of mortals, humans, no less.
And when the rain finally stopped, he rose wordlessly. With a brief gesture toward your cloak, he led you out, winnowing you the rest of the way in silence.
When you finally reached the border of Spring, a wave of relief washed over you.
The vibrant greens of the new season were almost blinding after the gloom of the storm. You took a step forward, eager to escape the tension that had gripped you for hours. You'd be with Lucien soon, be able to hug him, to tell him of all the things he'd missed in your life since his exile.Â
But before you could move any further, Eris's hand closed around your arm. You turned to him with a glare, meeting his glowing gaze and infuriatingly calm smile.
âAre we forgetting payment?â
You strengthened your glare, gritting your teeth before you pulled yourself out of his grasp, reaching for the small bag hidden within your layers.Â
Eris stopped you with a casual wave. âI donât want your money.â
You stiffened, straightening your posture. The sounds of Spring echoed behind you, their vibrant melodies almost taunting as you lingered on the border. Erisâs smile shifted into a smirk, his eyes glinting with something dangerous, something that made you swallow instinctively.Â
âIâm surprised you didnât ask sooner.â
You thought back to how he had offered to take you to Lucien, how this entire arrangement had been his idea. You should've held back, should've been more wary of his motives. But you'd been too excited, been too blinded by the joy of being with Lucien once more.Â
âWhat do you want, Eris?âÂ
He took a moment to take you in fully, eyes scanning you from head to toe, and then he took a small step back.
âA bargain,â he finally said.
 âA bargain?âÂ
He nodded. âYou will not tell Lucien it was me who brought you here.â
You frowned, a crease forming between your brows as you blinked at the male before you. Perhaps you'd heard him wrong. âWhat?â
âIf he asks, youâll say you bought off a hunter in Autumn, a mercenary. Whatever youâd like,â Eris continued.
You drew your brows tighter.Â
âI thought you'd want to revel in the fact that he might somehow owe you. Prove your power, even."
Eris shrugged nonchalantly. âThen maybe you donât know me as well as youâd like to think.â
He extended his hand, his palm open and the gleam of his ring-clad fingers catching the light. You hesitated for a moment, body still stiff with unease, with confusion.Â
You scanned his face. Eris loved played games. This was no different. There was no point in reading into it. So you rolled your eyes and prepared to shake on it, reaching for his hand. He pulled it slightly out of reach.
âWhat now?â You groaned.
He hummed in amusement.
âAnd when I come to get you to return to Autumn, I want your help.â
You raised a brow. âMy help?â you asked, incredulously. "How the hell would I ever be able to help you?"
Your family had no title, no powers beyond a tame ability to fight and heal. You survived in Autumn because you were ordinaryâand ordinary meant no one looked for you. Noticed you.Â
âI want to call in a favor,â he clarified.
âWhat favor?"
"We'll see," Eris said with a smile and a tilt of his head. âI think you could help me out dearly."
You let his words settle for a moment. His eyes, glistening with a dangerous glow, seemed to hold something predatory, something that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. There must've been an underlying threat in his proposition, something sinister you had yet to notice. After all, he was a male known for his ruthlessnessâÂ
You stiffened.
He was a male. There was one easy way for males to assert their dominance, to gain pleasure, to accept payment.Â
You took a step back instinctively and Erisâs gaze tracked your movement before returning to meet your eyes. A shadow flickered in his eyes, reminiscent of the dark, unsettlingly soft gleam youâd seen in his cabin when he first glimpsed your saddened expression. Seconds later, his face shifted to one of mild amusement. He rolled his eyes with an empty chuckle.
âSettle yourself, Y/n. Not that kind of favor. I can bed females without resorting to bargaining for their affections,â he said, his tone dripping with condescension.
A flush of embarrassment crept up your cheeks. You looked to the ground for a moment, taking a deep breath as you regained your composure. When you finally met his gaze again, he was already extending his hand towards you once more.
âA favor in the future in exchange for this time with Lucien,â he purred smoothly. âAnd your silence. Consider it our little secret.â
The smirk that grew on his lips was maddening and you could feel the heat of his gaze, the flickering fire of his amber eyes urging you to comply. Every instinct told you that binding yourself to him was a terrible idea.
You glanced back over your shoulder, looking to the green, sunny expanse behind you. Lucien was there, somewhere amongst the greenery, and with a simple bargain you'd be with him again.Â
Without a second thought, you turned back to Eris and took his hand.
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happy eris week yall!!! rising from the dead specifically to post this lol, i fear i love this pairing so lets see if i decide i wanna write anything else for them. thank you for reading!! (i miss writing so so so much)
i might make this into a miniseries, so lmk if youâd like
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they really put alicent in bridgerton blue on the reunion and genuinely expected me to think that she didnât in fact march all the way to dragonstone to get wifed up? bfr
#I am only a girl living in a society#I make connections#she looks so pretty in blue though I want more#also youâre telling me that rhaenyra saw her walk in all cute looking to not completely crumble at the sight of her?#like my girl got all dolled up for you do something#rhaenyra IS a puppy dog when it comes to those bambi eyes shut up#Alicent was like you think you want her? Iâm the love of your life you moron#and rhaenyra is like I KNOW#like sheâs been trying to get the other woman to realize that very thing for the last 15+ years#and alicentâs all heartbroken like oh so youâre taking her to wife#and rhaenyra is like nO? WHAT?? all dumb and speechless cause jealous alicent was definitely not on her bingo card this year#whilst also having her own mental breakdown#because how on earth is she meant to explain this to her councel#or jace for that matter#that sure was goint to be a fun future conversation to have with her heir#but also Alicent just strutted into the room and started acting like a scorned wife?#which left rhaenyra feeling like the asshole parent who stopped paying for child support after the divorce#but also she never wanted a divorce in the first place?? and alicent doesnât seem to get this?#like sheâs already figuring out how to most efficiently empty daemonâs chambers for the woman to move in permanently#but alicentâs still yapping off about not having a place in court anymore and fleeing across the sea#and rhaenyra canât help the bitter taste in her mouth as she states how that ship came in a little too late for them and it is messyyyy#hotd leaks#house of the dragon leaks#hotd spoilers#house of the dragon#house of the dragon spoilers#rhaenicent#alicent hightower#rhaenyra targaryen#bridgerton
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swordtember 2023: queen, king, royal heir, royal guard, enchanter
#swordtember#swordtember 2023#agh!! one day late. but. consider this: _only_ one day late#could've been more aswellđđ#so far i've mostly not based these on any ocs but the first three here are kinda insp. by my sister's and my skyrim charas#the queen being their Ruis; the king my Reino; and the royal heir their Karla#(just vibes bc i didn't have anything in mind prior to happening to think of them)
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i've read so many fics and seen so many posts where people talk about what jon snow's birth name should be. "no it's NOT aegon that's stupid" "what if it's aemon after the maester" "what about daemon lol?" "what about jaehaerys cause they're both j names" "but what if it IS aegon??"
well have you considered the funniest possible thing lyanna could have named her child:
jacaerys.
#LISTEN#questionable legitimacy#a union of valyrian blood and the first men#has strong ties to house stark#dark hair despite the valyrian blood#both of them die young ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ#has a younger brother everyone thought dead but wasn't#his trueborn siblings didnt look like him (arya excluded)#possible heir to the throne#a slightly older male relative named aegon has a better but still questionable claim to the throne#valyrian parent's younger siblings' lives are ruined by asshole granddad king#if it's canon#it would be SO FUNNY#house of the dragon#hotd#game of thrones#a song of ice and fire#jon snow#jacaerys targaryen#jacaerys velaryon
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Devon
#dark rise#dark heir#cs pacat#Devon#first attempt doodle#grumpy boi#aka Horse#aka Pony Boy#dranka art
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âHe wonât kill you just for lying down next to me,â said James.
âWho wonât?â
âYou know who,â said James. âMy jealous master.â
âI think he might very well kill someone for that.â The words just came out.
THE SCREAM I SCRUMPED WHEN I READ THESE LINES. đ”
#cs pacat#dark heir#dark rise#will kempen#sarcean#still thinking about it#will having his first murderous thoughts
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Just realised that not only was Anthony kissing Kateâs pregnant belly, he was also gently patting her stomach with the utmost reverence
#bridgerton season 3#anthony bridgerton#kate sharma#kate sharma x anthony bridgerton#kanthony#bridgerton analysis#bridgerton gifs#bridgerton#gif#gif post#edmund will never just be the heir to Anthony like so many of his peers are to their own fathers#đđđ#Anthony really loves that baby from the bottom of his soul#as his child#the heir part is all well and good#but first and foremost#he is Kate and Anthonyâs baby#theyâre really breaking cycles of first born trauma
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â @paletmblr event xxxiv: usernames
When your enemies defy you, you must serve them steel and fire. When they go to their knees, however, you must help them back to their feet. Elsewise no man will ever bend the knee to you. And any man who must say 'I am the king' is no true king at all. Aerys never understood that, but you will. When I've won your war for you, we will restore the king's peace and the king's justice.
#*#shows#got#gotedit#tywin lannister#usersabrina#userdanisaur#userluiza#ravenclairee#paletmblr#gotdaily#userlil#lgbtqcreators#pscentral#giffingpale#he's the rightful heir. to me <3#the stag is here bc the first ever appearance he makes is when he's busy slaughtering a stag#in case you were wondering#does this make sense? it's been so long since i last giffed anything khsdkjjdshdf#i coloured almost everything from scratch which is something i'd never done before i think!!!#i like it sm though <3333 pretty proud honestly!
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Zuko and Azula in "The Beach"
Lately I think a lot about "The Beach" episode [x], especially about this small detail of great teamwork Zuko and Azula have during the game.
Zuko is looking ahead, directly facing their rivals (who had the control of the ball at this moment) but his body is clearly lowered to the ground, left hand most likely touching the ground, legs bent and widely spaced - a clear contrast to Mai standing near and how he stood before on two separate occasions
which is why I think Zuko willingly create an opportunity for Azula, so she could jump higher - something she definitely used to their teamâs advantage. If Azula simply jumped on her brotherâs back when he wasnât expecting it or wasnât ready, he would probably just fall face down from the impact but as the scene shows, he had no such problem nor was angry about it in the following scenes.
During the game sequences there was no dialogue shown between our protagonists, so it is hard to determine if Azula in advance called Zuko to give her a âliftâ or Zuko offered on his own, or did they were that much in sync they just acted without thinking. Regardless I like this few seconds long interaction, because for me it implies how they trusted each other despite all the rivalry and bitterness from previous episodes. Like Zuko trusted Azula wonât use that moment to hurt/humiliate him by overuse of force, the same as Azula trusted in Zukoâs strength and that he wonât mess up by losing his balance. It is a small thing but no less sweet to see them working well together when fighting for the same goal - what reminds me a bit their teamwork from the previous season finale.
Interestingly, it was also the second time Zuko assisted Azula in scoring against their rivals while not scoring himself any point on screen. The first time happened almost right at the beggining of the game (second from total five sequences)
while each girl have the solo sequence of winning a point:
Azula's first attack,
later Ty Lee landing on the net
and Mai kicking the ball (and presumably scoring)
while Zukoâs two actions are shared only with his younger sister while there is no sense of competition between the siblings, something contrasting a lot with some previous and later episodes.
Azula is bossy and competitive through most of the episode and her brother lets her be that without a complaint. Azula and Zuko get along pretty well and A) do not argue (with the exception of the campfire scene and then they argue not even for the whole scene itself) and B) don't get on each nerves the way they do in the palace, with Ozai's presence looming in the back of their mind. I absolutely adore this episode, as it humanizes all our Fire Nation characters by showing them as teenagers outside the war zone but also giving us a bit of insight into what Azula and Zuko could be if Ozai didn't pit them against each other. And they could be a great team!
#atla#avata#avatar: the last airbender#prince zuko#azula#mai#ty lee#zuko and azula#fire nation#fire nation siblings#avatar: the last airbender - the beach episode is such a great mini story#look i have a lot to say about zuko and azula and their messed up relationship but this episode just make you realize how much azula & zuko#are socially awkward teenagers who have no idea how to interact with their peers#but also the deep of their bond shattered by ozai's abuse and yet somehow still connecting them on emotional level#when they can be just kids not ozai's perfect soldiers and heirs#also zuko just tagging with azula's friends is both funny and sad he has no friends of his in fire nation#while sokka will be the first boy befriended close to his own age (with aang a bit younger and lu ten some years older)#i think a lot about the tragedy of azula and zuko okay? a lot as in too much
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#kit said hello anyone mention first heir#likes heâs out here being extra as HELL#we love to see it#my hc is that these four just vibe together#and go out a lot#it would be so wholesome#mark blackthorn#helen blackthorn#ash morgenstern#kit herondale#the dark artifices#the wicked powers#tda#twp#tsc
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*cardan coming out of his snakeskin with everything out*
the whole of elfhame:
jude:
the fandom:
cardan:
#like đđđ#first time I read i had to reread cos I was like how is this happening#the brain wasnt braining#lmaoooo#lmao#books#bookish#booklr#bookblr#booktok#the cruel prince#cardan greenbriar#tfota#jude duarte#cardan#jude#jurdan#judecardan#cardan x jude#jude x cardan#incorrect tfota#tfota memes#photos from pinterest#memes#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#the folk of the air#the folk of air#the stolen heir#the prisoners throne
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Of Our Own Devices â Part Two
For @erisweekofficial Day 2: Legacy
Pairing: Reader x Eris
Summary: Eris Vanserra carries a legacy of cruelty, a reputation forged in whispers and fear. But something doesn't quite fit anymore. Youâre beginning to think that the male doesn't truly match the legend he's left behind.
Warnings: brief mentions of abuse, cruelty, injury, battling to death, introspection? like a lot, readers head is soooo big from these big thoughts
Word Count: 3.1k
did someone say eris week mini series???? technically can be read as a stand alone, just squint
Part One | Part Three
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When Eris Vanserra was born, his mother wept in the bathroom for hours after.
Her trembling hands muffled her soft cries as her handmaidens swaddled a newborn Eris in fine cloth. Beron hadnât been there for most of the birthâhadnât held her hand the way her father had held her motherâs. He came only at the end, just in time to praise the heir as he left her womb, presenting him like a trophy before promptly leaving for court business.
She was still young, felt like a child herselfâ at least in her own mind. So, while she loved her son dearly, his birth had cemented her fate to a male she didnât love, a male whose hands she feared more than death itself.
His mother loved him, this Eris knew. Even at a young age, he felt that love. It burned in him like a comforting flame, the same warmth as the heavy blanket she would tuck around him at night or the sunlight that seeped into his skin on warm afternoons.
And yet, even surrounded by that love, Eris grew up lonely.
His loneliness led him to finding a home in curiosity, in sticking his pointed nose into matters that often didnât concern him, picking out small details he'd unconsciously store for later. He was a collector from the beginningâof people, of excuses, of emotions he had yet to name.
Perhaps that was why he was so sickeningly fond of you, so starkly different from the others, equally curious, equally lonely.
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It wasn't Eris who people met first.
It was his reputation.
Eldest son of the High Lord, equal parts cunning and cruel, a loyal soldier with the venom of a viper. Anguish seemed to follow him, seemed to follow any with Vanserra blood, but there was something distinct about Eris, something divinely alluring. Terrifyingly sinful.
It was all true. So you weren't sure why it bothered you so much when your patrons talked about him, when his name was thrown into conversations surrounding the High Lord.
Your family's tavern was always filled with stories. Its dimly lit, worn wooden tables had overheard more whispered secrets and slurred confessions than you could ever count. Most nights were like this, with drinks spilling over into the laps of locals, the hum of conversation swirling in the air like smoke from the hearth. Tucked in a corner of the courtâs lands, it was a place for those not high enough to feast in grand halls but not low enough to beg in the streets. It wasnât glamorous, but it was home. A comfortable middle ground.
You placed a handful foaming drinks before the three males at the bar, taking a moment to analyze their appearance. They were relatively large, muscular builds hinting at some form of laborious profession. The callouses on their hands told you that they handled weapons often. But their clothes weren't nice enough to be one of Beron's men, weren't tailored enough to be one of Eris's either. Perhaps they were border patrollers, the lowest and grimiest of the forces.
They thanked you with lingering, appraising eyes as you moved away to fetch more drinks.
âI heard,â one of the them said, leaning closer to his companions, âthat the eldest boy has a new game he plays with those who cross him. A real spectacle.â
The male next to him, the oldest of the three, nodded eagerly. âThey say heâs got a private arena where he forces traitors to fight each other to the death. Itâs supposed to be brutalânothing but blood and screams. And Eris just sits there, like itâs a grand show.â
You clenched your teeth, turning around to face the wall behind you, forcing yourself to attend to the pile of glasses waiting to be wiped down. You tried to focus on your task, hoping to drown out their disturbing conversation, but it was no use. You could feel your grip tightening on the material of the rag, knuckles white as they continued to talk, their voices growing louder and louder with every drink they took.
It was a lie. A rumor. Nothing more.
Yes, Eris was cruel. He was manipulative and calculated. But you'd seen slivers of something else, something brighter, kinder, even. While you believed that a male should face the consequences of his actions, there was no honor in perpetuating lies that simply werenât true.
It made no sense, anyway. Eris had done plenty of questionable things. There were multitudes of actions to choose from, many things worthy of criticism. There was no need to indulge in falsehoods. The image they painted of Erisâa male reduced to a sadistic spectator in a grotesque spectacleâseemed far removed even from him.
âA grand show?â the third scoffed. âHeâs not just watching. Heâs placing bets on whoâll survive, like itâs some sick sport. Itâs all for his amusement. Iâve heard he gets pleasure out of the carnage. Let's his hounds ravage the bodies.â
A knot tightened in your chest and you gripped the glassware harder, cloth bunching in your grasp. Before you could register the motion yourself, you spun around, the movement abrupt enough to make the males flinch.
"You have no idea what you're talking about," you sneered. The males stiffened, large angry eyes boring into yours. You continued. "Bold of you to traverse around spreading rumors of a High Lord's son. Be grateful he isn't around to correct you himself."
You blinked, the anger draining away as quickly as it had surged, leaving a wave of embarrassment in its place. You took in the maleâs facesâinitially stunned, then quickly morphing into anger. It was an expected reaction from those who felt their pride wounded, especially from males who had just been scolded by a low-court fae like yourself.
You straightened, trying to regain your composure as you cleared your throat.
The largest of the men leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with a sneer. âWell, well, boys,â he drawled, his voice dripping with disdain. âI think our pretty little bartender might be one of the Princelingâs whores.â
You weighed your options as you stood there, hand still gripping the glass. For a fleeting moment, you were tempted to shatter it over his head. The thought of the glass breaking, of the shards embedding themselves in his skin, was almost satisfying.
But you didn't. Your father would be angry, would be disappointed above all. You needed the business.
You took a deep breath and your grip on the glass loosened.
âAllow me to apologize,â you said. âIt seems Iâm more sensitive about our courtâs reputation than I realized. I donât know what came over me. How about a round on the house?â
Their faces shifted to smug satisfaction as they accepted the offer with eager grins and, soon, their cups were filled once more. As they happily downed their next round of drinks, you slipped out from behind the bar.
The doorâs bell chimed softly as you stepped outside, itching to find the heir that was imprinted into your mind.
Strangely enough, you knew exactly where he'd be.
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You found him in a clearing south of The Forest House, an expansive area bathed in the warm light of the afternoon sun. It was a dedicated space for the hounds, adorned in various obstacles that Eris used during their trainingâwooden jumps, tunnels, and agility courses set up with careful precision. You'd seen the area of land a handful of times before, times when Lucien found Eris to argue or hurl curses.
You approached carefully, watching as Eris kneeled by one of the hounds, gently tending to what seemed to be a cut on its paw.
After a moment, he finally looked up, his gaze meeting yours. The corners of his mouth quirked upwards and a playful glint manifested in his eyes.
"Even after all these years, a vixen without a fox at her side is still a strange sight."
You gritted your teeth, taking a deep breath as your eyes roamed the face of the male before you.
It was an unnecessary jab.
Lucien hadnât been by your side for centuries now. Though you had visited him as often as you could, the friendship you once shared had changed. He had changed. You had, too. You'd grown into your life at Autumnâmanaging the tavern that bore your familyâs name and living vicariously through the stories that came your way.
The last time you had seen Lucien was marked by a change. You'd looked into his eyes and somehow understood that things were different beyond what had been anticipated.
"Why do you do that?" You asked. "Be a dick when you don't need to be?"
Eris stood, brushing his hands clean as the hound trotted away to rejoin the rest. He narrowed his eyes at you for a moment, a scrutinizing, analyzing moment. Then he offered you a shrug, something so casual and dismissive. You were sure it would've warded off anyone else, that his disinterestedness would have begun to tired them already, turn them the other way.
"Maybe it's part of my charm," he finally responded, "Or maybe I'm just a dick."
He made no attempt to hide the amusement in his voice as he emphasized your insult. Eris had been called many thingsâ you'd heard them, even delivered a few of the titles. But so far, you were the only one to call him two things: a dick, and a prick. Perhaps it was delusion, but you swore that he seemed to enjoy it when you said such things, seemed to smirk in a way that wasn't just cruel, but impressed.
You rolled your eyes. "Most wouldn't wear that title with such pride."
He narrowed his eyes for a moment, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. "What's the use in denying my nature?"
You sighed, a sound of frustration, of annoyance. "Do you not grow bored of your little games?"
Eris rolled his shoulders and straightened his back. He always had immaculate posture, his stature was often so perfect that it was almost uncomfortable to witness. It emphasized his wealth, somehowâ emphasized his power. He towered over you even more now.
"Did you seek me out solely to criticize me?"
You bit the inside of your cheek. "No."
"Then why?"
You still weren't entirely sure why you had come.
"Perhaps I was bored."
Eris raised an eyebrow. "Do you not have any friends?"
You bristled. "I have plenty." You paused, allowing your gaze to settle on the view before you, on the open land and the animals that in the open expanse. You turned back to Eris. "It's you that doesn't seem to have any. Your only companionship recently seems to be those hounds. I'm surprised you're not running on all fours."
Eris's expression shifted. He let out a small chuckle and you fought against the twitch in your lips, cursed the warmth that blossomed in your chest. But the amusement dissipated from his face soon after, replaced be a resolve of cold indifference. His eyes seemed tired in this light.
"As much as IâŠenjoy our little talks," He began after a moment, "I didn't ask for company. You should find someone who wants it."
A small sense of rejection passed through your skin like a cold, morning chill. You were never foolish enough to think Eris would welcome your presence with open arms and a smile, never naive enough to consider yourself anything more than semi-peaceful acquaintances. But still, there was something deep within you that wished heâd show you something beyond the disregard he showed others.
That wasn't a fool's wishâ because you knew it was possible.
You'd seen it.
Strangely enough, you had. In the stolen glances when he thought no one was looking, how he lingered after you stumbled, offered a hand before quickly retracting it. There had been flowers at your door after your mother passed of Autumn fever, an unusual number of wealthy patrons who had frequented your fatherâs tavern for months afterward, tipping generously despite only having a drink or two. They all adorned attire of a specific, deep green that youâd come to recognize easilyâthe shade often worn by Erisâs personal guard.
His name was never attached to any of it, but you could trace it back to him. You'd always wondered why he'd never taken credit, never basked in somehow proving your presumptions about him wrong.
Twenty-nine year old you, freshly bonded to Lucien after he'd stumbled across your father's tavern, would be shocked that centuries later, she'd be spending more time alongside his cruel brother than Lucien himself.
Youâd had an image of Eris back thenâan image painted by Lucienâs words. It was accurate, to an extent. You never doubted your best friendâs judgment, never questioned the stories of cruelty and ambition that followed Eris like a shadow. He had, indeed, made Lucien suffer. There were reasons he disliked his brothers so deeply, reasons you knew were valid.
But you were curious by nature, always craving to understand things deeply, intricately. And Eris Vanserra called to you like a riddle from an ancient taleâdangerous, alluring, and impossible to ignore.
Above all else, you wanted answers. Throughout the years, Eris had never called upon your bargain, never asked for a favor, never even mentioned the price youâd paid for that first visit with Lucien. Not once.
It unnerved you.
"I don't understand you," you said, without realizing the words had fallen from your lips.
You hadn't intended on voicing it so blatantly. You weren't quite sure how Eris would respond, how he would interpret your words. It was a tossup, really, between a snarky response or something condescending, something to make you feel silly, naive.
Silence.
Eris shifted, turning his body to look out into the horizon before him.
"Not everything in life is meant to be understood."
You paused.
Eris was complicated. Unfortunately for you, you loved complicated. It wasn't boring. It made you think, made you wonder. You gravitated towards the eldest Vanserra more often than you'd like to admit. It was easier now, you decided, since Lucien's watchful eye wasn't around. He didn't have to witness your betrayal first hand, didn't have to see as you attempted to find something in his brother. You weren't sure what that something was, but you were certain you were searching for it. You had been for years.
"That's not true. I can understand things if I try hard enough."
Eris played idly with the rings on his hands. "You set yourself up for disappointment, Vixen," he said to the empty air before him, not turning to look at you. "Why does everything need to have a deeper meaning?"
You studied his face further. Noting the lines etched around his eyes and the set of his jaw. He was beautiful. You werenât one to deny itâall of the Vanserras were. But where Lucien had been handsome, radiating a gentle charm that made you blush with every lingering gaze, Eris was more akin to the sharp edge of the seasonâs chillâstriking, with an air of regal severity. His amber eyes alone seemed to hold the crisp, unyielding essence of autumn itselfâbeautiful, but not without its bite.
"It doesn't need to," you replied. "But it often does. I think details are important."
He didn't respond as he turned to face you. You glanced up at him, his eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that seemed almost tangible.
"You've never lied to me," you stated. It was a statement more than it was a question.
"No," Eris replied.
His gaze didn't waver. You were almost impressed that you'd managed to hold his stare for so long. No one had ever looked at you like this beforeâso deeply, so penetrating. You understood now how his mere gaze could make people crumble, understood the rumors of how he only took his partners from behind, how he never made eye contact.
You pushed away the burning thoughts that arose.
"Is it true?" Your gaze bounced around his face. "Do you force your traitors to fight for your amusement? Place bets on them like animals?"
Eris's eyes flickered with something dark, but he didn't move.
"Do you think it is?" he countered.
You shook your head. You were certain of your answer, but you needed to hear his. "No. I don't."
The corner of his mouth twitched upward, and he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. "Then itâs not," he said simply.
His expression revealed nothing more as you scanned his face. He didn't seem startled by your question, didn't seem confused at the context. He was aware of the rumors, of the stories circulating like the last morsels of food at a feastâpassed around, savored, and eagerly consumed.
"It doesn't bother you? That these lies exist?"
A hint of confusion crossed his features, as if the question itself was somewhat absurd.
"Why would it?"
You blinked, momentarily retracting into yourself.
As a hound trotted up to Eris, his attention shifted. He crouched down, meeting the beast at its level. The gentle manner with which the hound regarded him, the affection in its eyes, stirred something inside you, deep within your gut. Your father had always said that a maleâs nature could be understood through how animals responded to him.
Eris clearly cared for his hounds, and they, in turn, cared for him.
You found yourself wondering if, deep down, Eris was ever troubled by his reputation.
Lucien always had been.
He cursed the blood than ran through his veins, spent every moment trying to prove himself to be better than the legacy of his familyâ he did everything he could to avoid the curse of a wicked kin.
But then there was the male before you.
Eris, the rightful heir and firstborn son, was different.
You had always assumed he was bestowed with the legacy of the kingdom, that he was born for the role of High Lord, eagerly embracing the title and its accompanying glory. He seemed built for it, seemed to thrive under its weight.
You watched as more hounds approached him, watched as they surrounded him like a loyal fleet.
Could it be possible, you thought, that perhaps it wasn't all gifted. That it was possible Eris was burdened with the legacy of a Court?
You realized, then, that you'd never truly acknowledged that what he had become allowed for a kinder brother to grow in his wake.
The thoughts came faster, hazy, so many that your vision began to blur. It all made you itch, made you uncomfortable, made you overwhelmed and desperate for more.
None of this felt right.
You stared at Eris for a few more moments. When he stood up straight once more, about to turn toward you, you turned and ran to your horse.
You could feel his stare burning into you as you left.
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