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mercurial-muses · 3 years ago

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Darkness and Light

Valdyss can’t think of a time in the past when she didn’t feel buoyant while walking the halls of Stoneheart Keep, but tonight she feels as though she is dragging an anchor. Perhaps it’s because she has always felt like an equal in this place before- bringing affection, support, ideas, and a willingness to put in the work that will see Frostfall become stronger than it already is. Tonight Val only brings need, though, and it slows her stride as she makes her way from Faye’s workshop to her personal quarters.

That she hadn’t found the huntress working in these early hours is unexpected and, on this particular night, a relief for more than one reason. Val worries about what seem to be frequent bouts of insomnia that Faye suffers, so the idea that she’s sleeping brings a measure of peace to an otherwise chaotic swirl of emotions the mage is experiencing. Solace is also found in the idea of setting all of that aside for now by hiding away under the comforting weight of soft furs, curled up against the gentle strength of the woman she seeks.

Val enters the bedroom and closes the door quickly, hoping the light briefly spilling in from the adjoining room doesn’t wake Faye. She draws in a hiss of breath between clenched teeth when removing her boots scrapes the soft leather against the sore tops of her feet. There’s a similar sting when removing her socks, jacket, and trousers. The idea of pulling her undershirt over the line of fire along her spine has her tensing in anticipation of more discomfort, so she strips no further and climbs into bed still wearing a silken tank and panties. Moving carefully, Valdyss follows the pull of the warmth of the woman sprawled beneath the covers.

Faye is indeed buried underneath the furs she prefers over sheets, sprawled out in the bed with her hair spread out just as wildly. The light is what began to stir her, but it was the hisses of pain that drew her out of her slumber. There were pros and cons to light sleeping.

With a small shift and a low murmur, a soft warm light blooms from the carved bedside table just as Valdyss is reaching the covers. Faye is similarly dressed down to best enjoy the feel of the furs, and squints across at Valdyss as the mage gets in.

There are a few questions that bubble up into her mind. Yet, for the time being, Faye opens an arm towards Valdyss, inviting her in just as much as she sought her out.

Valdyss is quick to cover herself with the furs before she carefully shifts closer to the huntress. Laying on her side, facing her, Val slides her arm around Faye's waist and curls into the protective curve of her body. She finally seems to settle once she’s rested her head on the larger woman's shoulder and tucked her head beneath Faye’s chin.

"Go back to sleep," comes a whispered command.

Faye likewise wraps an arm around Valdyss and settles her more snugly against her body. The baroness relaxes, pressing a kiss to the top of the mage's head. But she doesn't obey.

"Tell me what's wrong first," comes her murmured reply instead. "I heard you hissing."

"I'm a little sore," Val answers softly. She tightens her grasp for a brief squeeze. "Feeling better already." She closes her eyes and hopes that's enough.

Faye's eyes narrow and she studies Valdyss for a few moments. But eventually the baroness just stretches out again to murmur another word to put the light rune out.

"Show me where tomorrow, alright?" Faye compromises instead, tucking them both back under the furs as she settles against the mage.

"I'm worried that you'll be upset." The confession comes easier in the dark. "I have some minor burns." She swallows thickly against the unwanted tears that threaten to spill, frustrated that they steal the strength from her voice. "It was an accident and I'll be okay."

Faye pauses at that. Despite being unable to see the other woman in the dark, her eyes open and dart down to where she knows Valdyss is.

"....do you think I'll be upset at you?" she asks softly.

Val shakes her head. "I was hurt by another mage. And although she was irresponsible, the harm that came to me was unintentional." She pauses and takes a shaky breath. "Light, Faye, it could have been so much worse."

"Ah. Upset with her." Faye corrects softly. She lies there for a time, drumming her fingers along the other woman's hip. Not teasingly, but rather in thought.

There is a fire that lights within her at that confession. A slow bubbling roil that wants to churn into something else. Something deadlier. Faye could let it, obviously.

But there is something more important to focus on at the moment.

"...I admit, I don't much like the idea of someone hurting you, intentional or not," she confesses after a while. "I am glad things aren't worse, however. That you're here and relatively alright. That's what's important. I promise I won't stampede out of here, Ludwig and Rom in tow, to hunt someone down," she assures with a soft chuckle. Tempting, however. "But I do want to tend to your burns tomorrow."

"I'm weighing challenging the hold you have on your feelings and just... needing someone, just one person, to understand." Valdyss tilts her face up to kiss the line of Faye’s jaw, noting the tension there. "Promise you'll let me handle it?" She leaves unspoken the warning that the answer the huntress gives will mold her own.

Faye let’s out a rumbling hum at that, shifting her face so she can find Valdyss’ and press a kiss to the other woman’s forehead before settling again.

She thinks for a little while before exhaling deeply. “I trust you,” she answered eventually. “Just… please let me at least tend to the burns as well. That’s all I’ll ask. Otherwise I promise to leave this to you.”

Valdyss nods. "I still don't fully understand how or why it happened, but this other mage, Grayce, had built up a reserve of arcane energy within herself that she was unable to contain." There's a far away, almost hollow quality to Val's tone as her retelling takes her back to the moment. "She was scared, and drunk and…" The arm around the huntress' waist tightens again. "Light, Faye, she was like a little mana bomb." The mage shudders at the thought.

"And I was frightened enough that everything I remember is just a jumble of her asking for help and someone else- Alexandria maybe - saying that I would before I even knew if I safely could. But I did, and taking Grayce's hand was… violent."

Warmth pools against Faye’s shoulder as the mage’s tears finally come. "I've done this for most of my life," Valdyss begins, pausing for a hitch in her breath. "Channeled energy, focused and cast it, but neither Grayce nor I had any control over this exchange and she just pushed the energy into me." She squeezes her eyes shut. "It was almost too much."

Wrath.

Anger swells up in Faye before she has the sense to push it back down again. An ugly, sinister little thing that prickles beneath her skin like growing frost. She can feel the dribbles of tears streaking down her shoulder as Valdyss finally lets them out. Focus on that. Wrath could come another day. After all, she had just promised, hadn't she?

So rather than plot or scheme some form of payback, Faye holds the other woman tight and gives her something solid to anchor to. Rather than talk right away, she opts to let Valdyss ride it out while she shows support in small rubs along the mage's arm and shoulders, and another kiss placed atop her head.

Valdyss feels the huntress' body grow tense in her half embrace. "Faye, no," she mutters against her neck. "Everything I need from you, you're giving me now."

Faye has to close her eyes and will her body to relax again as she gives up the anger. That, or at least set it aside fully for now. She kisses Valdyss again as the tension wears away.

"I'm sorry you had to feel that scared, Valdyss. I wish you'd never have had to be put in that position in the first place. That must have been terrifying."

"At first, yeah." The mage utters the word to illuminate the bedside rune as she pushes up on one elbow so she can meet Faye’s gaze. "But as I was running away to cast the energy off in a safe place, what I felt strongest was regret." She shakes her head and releases a sharp breath.

"And anger. Then back to fear of a different kind, because it occurred to me how many times I've stopped myself recently from telling you that I'm in love with you, out of worry that it might be too much or too soon. And in that moment, what scared me more than the burn of the arcane was the idea that I'd never get to tell you at all."

Faye has to squint for a time as her eyes grow re-accustomed to the new light. She stays as she was on her back, but idly reaches up to toy with some of the mage's hair.

That motion freezes as Faye looks at her in slight shock. It takes the baroness a while to process those words, heartfelt as they are, and to really gather just what they mean.

A few beats pass before Faye's expression changes. She reaches up to loop a hand around Valdyss's neck, pulling her close to press her own forehead to the mage's in a silent gesture of affection. She stays that way and closes her eyes for a little while.

"It's a lot." Faye admits quietly after a few minutes. "But I'm touched to hear it. I've... long since learned that Drustvar doesn't care much about pacing. It'll take ones you love without a second thought. I may not be saying 'I love you' back right now, but I know in my heart I will be soon. Especially if you keep being the way you are," Faye admits with a breathy little chuckle.

A small part of Val waits for the sinking in her gut that disappointment brings and her lips part to speak the word that will plunge the room into darkness again, but the feeling never comes and her features brighten with a smile instead. “I would do a rotten job of being anyone but who I am,” she replies with a chuckle.

Her expression sobers a little, but there is still joy in her eyes. “And I’ll never need to hear those words so long as you keep showing me as you have every time I see you.” The mage’s words are punctuated with a kiss before she snuggles into Faye’s side again and calls for a darkness that holds nothing foreboding, only comfort and warmth.

tagging @arcane-sunlight and @alexandriawilliams for mentions and @tyra-greydawn, @saferemercer, @terezascania and @merelliahallewell because they were there (I know I'm still missing folks, but I can't remember who... sorry!)

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cornacopicimagines · 7 years ago

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how long has it been

pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

summary: When Y/N and Jon leave each other and their feelings for The Wall and King's Landing, They go through hell and back, but when they meet back after rumours of their deaths, things start to become tense.

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There they were all 5 Stark children along with Jon Snow were sitting near the skirts of the lush forest along with their loyal companions the Y/L/N children.

Y/N was the Eldest among the 3 siblings, she had flowing h/c locks that went right down to the curves of her bum. Her eyes were as bright s the sky and had a e/c hue to them. She hunted like most of the men and fought like a true warrior on the battlefield. She had near to most of the men of the north grazing over her skills and presence, but it seemed like she had eyes for only one suitor.

Next was Stefan, the proud but shy son of House Y/L/N. He had shaggy golden mops of hair atop of his freckled face, his auburn eyes burned deep into any book he could find and only at 14, he was one of the cleverest and smartest people in the whole of Westeros. Unlike his older sister, Stefan preferred to stay huddled up in a cosy room with the fire crackling instead of learning to wield a sword in the harsh cold.

The youngest child was a little girl with the name of Grayce, though she was small, she had an ever burning energy. Grayce's wild blonde hair would flow in and out of her mouth as she sprinted around her Mother. She would run with her sister when she went out to hunt for supper that evening and begged her brother to place the books somewhere else and direct his focus onto her ever growing attention.

The Y/L/N and Stark children never left each other's side. If you saw one House heirs walking down, you find the opposite child pacing next to them. Most of the Time Grayce played with little Rickon and Arya, Stefan stayed close to Bran and Sansa; who he might have something for, While Y/N would constantly play around with Robb and Jon. Out of all of them, Y/N and Jon had the closest relationship, they would spend most nights together sharing secrets and chuckling close to the warm heat of the fire.

The Pair had become quite the friends over the years, Jon had even opened up to her about his heritage, all Y/N would do is look him deep in his dark eyes and simply state that she didn't think as Jon as The Bastard Of Ned Stark but instead as Jon Snow, A wanting Ranger of the Night's Watch. Jon would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of Y/N more times than he should've. he couldn't help it though, the way she treated him with nothing but respect and honesty made his cold heart thaw up, even her name sent Jon over the edge in a matter of seconds.

Arya and Bran stood idly by one another in front of the hay archery target, standing right behind them was Jon and Robb has the helped aided the pair to the best of their abilities. Stefan, Sansa, Rickon, and Grayce watched cautiously at the two at a near by tall, old willow tree that offered total shade to the group.

Bran had struggled through the whole process, barely hitting the target once, he hasn't even hit the board yet, but at least the boy is trying his hardest. Arya, on the other hand, had shot a mere 6 arrows in the centre of the aim.

"Bran, how many times do we have to say this, stop staring at Grayce and Focus boy," Robb chuckled lowly as he bent down to Bran's height and placed two firm hands on Bran's delicate shoulders.

"Where's Y/N when ya need 'er," Jon joked quietly, slightly nudging his brother as he brushed his dark curls out of his eyes.

Suddenly a spotted grey horse came sprinting through the thick trees, though they didn't get a clear view of the rider, they all instantly recognized the horse as a familiar girl's trusted stallion; Grey Hoard. The horse turned to face the group of children and revealed the devilish girl holding a handful of squirrels and a beaming smile on her flawless face, sending small vibrations through Jon's stomach.

Y/N quickly slid off her majestic steed and bounced towards the crowd, still with bright eyes.

" I brought squirrels," Y/N laughed as she placed the animals next to her younger brother's satchel.

"I can see," Sansa replied in a faulting voice, "remind me why you needed to go out and find yourself a family of squirrels?" she gagged as adverted her eyes up to Y/N's E/C orbs instead of the carcasses below.

"Supper, dear Sansa," Y/ smirked widely at the auburn haired girl.

"The mighty Y/N returns," Robb proclaimed as he bowed towards the giggling girl as she made her way over to the patch of Starks.

"Miss me that much Stark?" Y/N laughed loudly as Bran shot another poorly loosed arrow at a nearby branch.

"Gods Bran, what has your brother been teaching you?" Y/N spoke sarcastically as she strode towards the young lord.

"Only the best archery in the whole of The Seven Kingdoms," Robb joked as he turned to his brother beside him, Y/N simply scoffed in disagreement before turning her attention to the faulting boy.

"Relax Bran, you're putting too much stress on your shooting arm," Y/N spoke softly as her slender fingers danced over Bran's thin forearm and her face came up next to his, "Use the wind to your favour,"

Bran's fingers finally let the arrow fly free and it struck straight in the middle of the target. Off near the tree the other cheered and clapped for the boy as Bran took an egotistical bow towards the howling group of children.

"And that's why you get me to teach you," Y/N giggled as she ruffled Bran's straw strands. The whole pack chuckled in amusement and agreement.

"What about me," Arya whined desperately as she shot another arrow into the middle of the target before turning to face Y/N with big eyes.

"Arya, you're bloody natural, you require no such training," Y/N smiled brightly at the young girl as she walked towards the batch of kids, she was just about to place herself net to Rickon when one of her father's men ran up to her.

"Lady Y/N, your father, and Lord Stark wish to speak with you," he spoke quietly and harshly.

"Tell them, I'll speak with them in a moment," Y/N groaned as she gripped her sword tightly.

"They want you, now," the man breathed out once again in a distracting voice as he cracked during his sentence. Y/N simply whined and approached Grey Hoard and mounted him.

"Don't let your brother fuck him up," Y/N smirked proudly to Jon before she rode off towards the castle and leaving him with a love struck smile, a tight chest and teasing siblings.

"You wished to speak with me Lord Stark," Y/N spoke highly as she titled her head towards Eddard as she paced down the long hallway towards The Lord himself.

"Yes, as You know House Stark and House Y/L/N have been loyal allies since the beginning," Ned started as he placed the familiar firm Stark hand on Y/N femininely clad shoulder.

"We have served you and your house with honour for decades, my lord," Y/N spoke softly as she looked down at her closed in shoes.

"And you'll continue to do so," Ned smiled as she lit up in excitement.

"What are you insisting my lord?" Y/N beamed brightly.

"I'm heading towards King's Landing, the south is full of vipers that'll do anything to get what the want, I need someone who has my back all the time," He warmly spoke to her as Y/N tried her best to compose herself in front of Eddard. "I wouldn't want anyone else for this,"

"It would be my pleasure to serve House Stark for another generation," Y/N bowed slowly.

"Wonderful, We set track at noon," Eddard boomed as he stomped away from her and Y/N simply bounced away, a spring in every step.

Y/N was at the gates of Winter fell standing tall and proud as her true fantasy is finally coming to a reality. She was there with her fellow guards, The Lord and Lady Stark abroad two beautiful snowy horse, Sansa and Robb had accompanied the parents on their journey while the other Stark Children stayed behind along with Jon Snow.

"Do you have to go?" Grayce whined as she tugged at her older sister's uniform softly.

"Yes Grayce, but I'll be back before you know it," Y/N smiled weakly as a tear slipped back her long lashes and onto the little girl's soft cheeks. Grayce clung even harder to her, snaking her tiny arms around Y/N toned thigh squeezing tightly at the skin. Y/N turned to the rest of her family, sure she didn't feel a lot of comfort from her parents: but they still gave her life, she told them she would write to them as much as they could. Finally, she turned her younger brother, she placed a firm hand on his shoulder and looked deep in her golden irises, "Stefan, I know you may not like what I'm about to say, but you need to learn how to wield a sword," Y/N told him quietly and sternly.

"Anything," Stefan spoke softly as he nodded his locks and walked back over to his mother.

It was the time to say her goodbye to her long-time friend and companion, Jon. She felt her heart slowly splitting in two as she saw the brooding man make his way over to her. Her stomach did flips and bounces, as his dark eyes locked with her bright ones. Sure the pair have had their ups and downs and Y/N knew that Jon would just see her as a loyal friend to the end, but they way he swung his sword at his opponents during their training made her knees weak.

"I guess this is goodbye," Jon spoke weakly as he rubbed the back of his neck and adverted his gaze elsewhere

"You know we'll meet again once we travel back North after Sansa's wedding," Y/N tried to make this whole situation lighter but failed miserably. Tears threatened to spill past her lids but she hid them behind her lashes, although she wanted to profess her love for the Stark bastard before riding off she would disgrace her family's name by her foolish actions, so she simply kept the fateful words to herself.

"We won't," Jon spoke harshly as he peered up at her with his dark eyes but this time they were filled with anguish and suffering.

"What?" Y/N choked out, her E/C orbs fell right into his.

"I'm joining The Night's Watch, Although I won't be returning for much of my remaining life, I'll finally be free of my bastard name," Jon explained quietly, his orbs searched for anything in Y/N's ones. Silence and tension filled the air, for the first time in what felt like an eternity Jon finally spoke up, "What do you suppose of that," Y/N said nothing but instead ran right into his arms, squeezing him tightly as she brought her lips up to his ear.

"Be safe and don't forget me," Y/N sobbed quietly into his shoulder as she hugged him for longer than she should've, Jon arms had already snaked around her curved waist and brought back the feeling in her lower back.

"Of course and Never," Jon replied with a small smile, Y/N simply placed her warm lips on Jon's cold cheek, pressing a small kiss to the area before she walked away and rode away with the rest of them, leaving her feelings behind in Winterfell and with Jon.

Y/N has escaped another close encounter with guarded men for what felt like the millionth time. She had been on the run since the death of Robb. She felt guilty for his death, if she hadn't have warned him sooner he would be alive and well, living a wonderful life with his son and wife.

She couldn't go back home, All of her family were dead, killed right in front of her face. Frey's men had snuck in, right at midnight at set their home a light, killing all of them, while Y/N was tied up right outside.

Frey's men had nicked her after the Red Wedding, as she was one of the only people to survive, they tortured her, raped her until she was a heap of blood, sweat, and tears. The memories had etched their way into her mind and would never crawl their way out.

Currently, Y/N had been sitting a comfortable wooden stool and a large pint of Ale, her e/c were gazing out the window, snow falling gracefully against the clear glass, reminding her of the better and more happier times back at Winterfell. Y/N heard a quiet squeak next to her, her orbs danced over to the origin of the sound, to see a small and timid man sitting idly by her.

"So pretty girl," The man started as he placed his elbow on the splintered table and smirked widely. "Why don't you give me a smile," Y/N turned her face to meet his. There sliding down her cheek was a red angry scar, it was irritated and swollen, Y/N wondered how it hadn't got infected yet. The man flinched back at the sight of the slash and retracted any props to her presence.

"I'll give you a smile when you get the fuck out of my face," Y/N sneered and she sipped at her finished Ale.

"How in the hell did you get that?" the man almost shouted, Y/N thought he would start pointing at her sore. She simply rolled her eyes at him and slowly drew her silver sword at him.

"Here want me to show you," Y/N smirked widely, she pressed the cold metal into his skin almost drawing blood, the man scurried away in fear, she was about to strike him when out the corner of her eye she spotted two much bigger men stand their ground. Although Y/N knew she could take them, she decided to save her energy for a much bigger threat, especially if she was riding north.

Quickly Y/N drew her sword back into its leather holder, threw her payment on the table and stomped out of the Tavern.

"For fuck's sake, is there not one good place to get some Ale," Y/N whined as she for what felt like the hundredth time, she mounted her house that she has had for more than 3 years. The Horse softly nudged its head upwards to Y/N, telling her it was hungry.

"Don't you fret boy, I got you your favourite," Y/N smiled brightly, she snuck her hand under her thick coat and pulled out a red and ripe apple. Pleased with himself the stallion happily chomped the fruit away from Y/N hand and started trotting in the same pace.

Though she knew, what she was doing was wrong, but she had to do it. There in all, its glory stood the mighty walls of Winterfell. Y/N had dismounted her house and slowly paced towards the entrance.

She hesitated on whether she should greet her old friends or not. Would they mark her as their brother's and father's murderer or not. She had so many concerned that he simply whisked them away and entered the gates.

As soon as Y/N felt the cool normal breeze against her face, a small smile adorned her face as she finally felt safe and welcomed, after 2 long, terrible years he finally had a place to call her own.

Y/N started to address the place a bit closer now, she had noticed, some arrows sticking out the corner of the stone walls, she also saw men laying on the ground wailing for their life. Quickly Y/N raced over to one of them and helped them to sit up. Y/N had helped his drink a special concoction she had traded.

After that Y/N had got back onto her feet and watched the man slowly soft crying for help and started to breathe normal and nod his head towards her for gratification.

Y/N was about to start walking away from the man when a light voice was calling out her name, she had swivelled around to see a young woman with bright red-hair charging towards her. When Y/N caught sight of her cold eyes, she as well started running towards the girl at full speed until they meet one another. The two women embraced each other in a tight hug.

"I thought you died along side my brother," Sansa sighed into Y/N neck as her delicate hands gripped at Y/N waist.

"I wish I did," Y/N whined as she pulled away and looked deeply at Sansa's snow kissed face.

"You did everything you could," Sansa replied automatically, running her hand across Y/N deep sore. "You must come with me, there is someone you have to see," Sansa finished as she pulled Y/N wrist and dragged her up the stairs and into a small room. There in the corner was a tall man that was draped in similar fur coats as Sansa, and his dark locks were pulled into a tight bun, immediately signalling Y/N's stomach to do so many flips that she thought it was slip up into her mouth.

"Jon," Sansa warm voice filled the air as even his name alone brought tears to her eyes. The man turned around slowly, the sound of the leather against leather made Jon more brooding than the past times she had seen him. 2 years ago she saw him as a shy timid boy, but now he was tall handsome king.

Y/N didn't waste any time on talking to Jon in between the few seconds of silence but instead, she had sprinted towards him and embraced him in a heartwarming hug, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his ruggish beard tickling her chin.

After a small minute, his arm had snaked around her waist and brought back the tight grip onto her back and pulled her closer into his torso.

"I missed you," was all that was flung between the two.

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