#lifebloomd

[ircnwrought]

@lifebloomd liked for an amaya starter !!

__________✨         THE     EDGES     OF     THE     DREAM     SWIRL     IN     HER     VISION     LIKE     EDDIES     IN     THE     CAULDRON.     there    is    power    here,     she    wonders    if    the    other    can    feel    it    as    well     (     or   perhaps   even   if   her   companion   is   the   source   of   it     )     stepping   along,     she   is   brought   face   to   face   with   the   seer,     the    one    who    knows    the    language    of    her    homeland,     &&    she   inclines   her   head   curiously.     ❛    you're   back.    ❜     surprise  &&     anticipation   lend   themselves   to   her   tone.     so    many    questions,     not    enough    answers.     she   scarcely   lets   herself   hope   that   this     connection     may   prove   to   be   a   tie   back   to   prythian.     ❛    did   you   mean   to   come   here   or   did   the   scrying   carry   you   here    ??    ❜

[starsrattle]

@lifebloomd

Violet could get too used to her visits to Prythian. They came with deeply appreciated rest, and a break from her flight leathers and armoured corset. It was nice to breathe deeply again and not need look over her shoulder. But the habit was hard to break, and every few lines of reading was broken with a glance up to scope her surroundings.

She was reading in Elain's garden when she saw them. Although it was open space, and Gods they didn't even touch, the glimpses she caught over her book felt like intruding on something intimate. It was an innocent interaction, but still charged with... something.

When the Spymaster- Azriel, wasn't it?- left, Violet put the book down and went to Elain's side. She threaded her arm through the other's and leaned in with a playful shoulder bump.

"So, the Spymaster, huh?" His title was accented playfully. The intriguing contrast of Elain's openness and softness with his quiet menace wasn't lost on her. Although, he did seem more relaxed with Elain, like he was basking in her gentle nature. She threw a look over their shoulders to where he'd just been, but he was already gone. And then to sky, but still nothing. Weird. She guessed those wings made them faster than she thought. She turned back, smiling, "He's nice to look at."

[crownednight]

send ⭐️'s for hcs about our characters // @lifebloomd

i like to think that amaya's and elain's powers somehow compliment and augment each other, particularly if playing on some element of "fate brought them together because their power calls to each other." thinking about it in a way like the dreamwalking elain discovered when she first met amaya somehow being able to combine with amaya's illusion power to project an illusion across space in someone's dream (similar to inception), when normally amaya would have to see the person in question for her illusions to work. or amaya's daemati power helping elain to enter a meditative state and have more control over when and what kind of visions she sees.

most of amaya's household staff reported on her to einar and because of that, she dismissed nearly all of them and took the brunt of her own housework onto herself. because of this, she actually is very good at cooking and quite enjoys it, though she's never gotten the hang of baking. i think amaya would make a regular appearance in the kitchen with elain and the twins, particularly when she needs a moment away from ... everything (the court can be a lot to handle, especially in the beginning shortly after her return)

given how elain helped amaya return from cc through the harp/dreamscape, she's probably the archeron sister amaya is closest to and gravitates to the most. i think elain is probably the most aware of what amaya has been through and when amaya tries to return to her son, she likely tells elain alone about what she's planning (the two of the almost certainly work on a plan to have her stay in prythian while still having ability to see her son)

[denouemente]

maybe it was foolish of him to think he could have snuck out without her noticing. she was a seer, much smarter than most gave her credit for. the assignment he'd gone on was supposed to be simple. instead, he ended up barely getting away, limping back to their room with a nice cut on his cheek. it's hardly the WORST SHAPE he's been in, the scarring on his wings proves that. but he'd hoped he could have avoided @lifebloomd until the morning, and that the scratch could be described by something else.

“ i didn't . . . i didn't think you'd be awake. ” he says sheepishly, arms extended to her as she leaves the bed and crosses the room to him. “ it was just going to be a mission for rhys, there and back. obviously, they tricked us. it was a trap. ” his hands rest on her forearms, glancing down at elain with the utmost care. “ one of those bastards got me with his knife. and then i got him with mine. ” he grins, eyes scanning over her face. “ i should have woken you. i'm sorry. ” azriel says sincerely, leaning down to kiss the apple of her cheek. COME ON, LET'S GET YOU CLEANED UP. he nods in response, an easy smile settling on his lips. “ just tell me where you want me. i'm at your whim, my lady. ” his tone is slightly teasing as he settles himself on their bed, waiting for the care and love that only she can provide.

[scribesmind]

VIOLET & ELAIN / @lifebloomd

[riderheart]

It's not that she was ungrateful; she could hardly be more so for everything that has been done for her. And Gods, as well as being beautiful, soft, and comfortable, the clothes they gave her even fit perfectly. How did they do that? It was so far beyond their own lesser magics. The problem was it felt wrong.

So Violet changed back into the dressing gown that had also been in her room and started looking for @lifebloomd. In the short time she'd been here, she had already learned exactly where to look. Garden, then kitchen, then the living spaces. She was right on her second guess.

"Morning!" She was a little less sore today, and offered a warm smile, although her hands fidgeted. "Do you know where my leathers are?"

[dryadologist]

@lifebloomd sent ▲ wendell and elain fighting together, back to back.

"This is not my fault," he grumbles, his ornery attitude translating into a perfect thrust of the sword through one of the attacking faeries, causing them to turn to ash and fall into nothingness before him. "I have never in my life met this particular troop of Folk and..." Another leaps in attack and Wendell slices them completely in half effortlessly. "And all I wanted to do this afternoon was to enjoy a quiet picnic by the stream, but no of course things can never be that simple." Wendell's constantly pivoting, knowledgeable of the position of each of their remaining attackers. "Have you seen these miscreants before? Please tell me they're not after you."

[staredits]

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[valkyrjah]

there is a calming energy around the middle sister, and the nymph can understand why someone might seek her out to sit with her. the spring sun warms the kitchen through the windows, and flour covers the worktable as gwyn tries, tries and fails, to properly knead the dough.

as a nymth, her fingers are just slightly longer than that of the high fae, regardless of her own high fae heritage. she forgets to adjust her own movements accordingly. for a moment, she wonders just how different elain's human body was to that of her fae body. how did she adjust, was she still adjusting?

but it doesn't seem like the kind of thing gwyn could just ask, not yet anyway, when their friendship is still new. but maybe she's seen what their friendship would become already, maybe elain lives half in the future?

"did you spend a lot of time in the kitchen before -- before coming here?" before you turned fae, before your choice was taken from you. / starter for @lifebloomd

[cthoniian]

her request is surprising, thus far all she has asked from him is space. distance. time. things that might rankle the primal nature of a fae, but to lucien is the least she could ask for. but regardless of fates cruel twists, he does desire to give her all that she’d ask. simply for who she is.

he’d come from the band of exiles, reported to azriel - and expected to be on his way back almost immediately. not out of dislike of the night court, though he considers them less his home than he had the spring. but because he has no desired to pressure the woman who stands there before him now.

there’s the faint whir of metallic as his eyes shift, first from her, to the gardens in the distance. a nod as he finally answers -

‘ of course — and i suppose, we must. ‘

he is oddly calm as he rises and offers his arm, manners trained into him by his mother as a boy - a boy when he’d simply been the youngest son of an autumn lord. a boy who’d never amount to anything and felt free enough to love a woman who chose him. jessaminda had seen him, and chosen him, and chosen him again and again until she died. he bore that guilt. just as much as he did for the changes foisted upon the archeron sisters. he had helped tamlin, and nothing could undo the wrong he’d wrought. death of another kind on his hands.

the silence he doesn’t find uncomfortable, content to walk at her side until she found the place or words that would be the talk that had long been delayed between them. a hum of breath, long auburn hair catching the sunlight that seems to favour him even in the dusky light that filters through to the night court. his ancestry may be unknown to him, but the sun knows, the sun flickers across his features. there is something, peaceful - to him amid his melancholy. a sharp breath and then —

‘ i hope, that despite my mistakes, you will always feel able to tell me whatever it is that might trouble you. i — i have been a poor enough friend to your sister, but i care for her, as i always have. and i know - we are not friends, and perhaps may never be. but i would like to be. i would like the privilege of knowing you. i would like to be your friend. ‘

would you go on a walk with me? we have much to talk about. // lucien & elain // @lifebloomd

[wornkindness]

     “I brought something for you,” she said, unable to hide her excitement. She offered Elain the basket she had with her. Most of the space was filled with freshly picked strawberries, though she had managed to fit a few other things in as well. Some dried flowers and herbs she thought Elain might enjoy. “Though I fear, I may have gone a touch overboard when picking the strawberries.”

@lifebloomd ♡'d

[starsrattle]

The crash landing had done a real number on her; scrapes down her cheek, a dislocated shoulder reset into it's joint and wrapped in a sling, a weak knee that threatened to do the same, and ankle that made her limp every few steps. Violet supposed she should be thankful for her injuries this time; they probably saved her a more intense and thorough interrogation.

These people, this... High Lord... whatever that meant- they would let her heal and then return home as soon as she was strong enough. Though they kept a close eye on her dragons, and Tairn bristled at it enough that she herself felt uneasy. That was probably why she startled so badly at the young woman she found herself with.

It was early, quiet, and Violet had been looking for some breakfast. So far all she had found were empty rooms, walls of paintings, and some rather beautiful views of the river.

"I'm sorry- I was looking for a kitchen?" Violet glanced back down the hallway she'd just walked through, and suddenly wondered just how different this place might be. Was she supposed to wait for a formal breakfast? Use her lesser magic to summon it herself? Her brows furrowed with confusion, and her knee trembled slightly as she turned back to @lifebloomd, "Does this place even have one?"

[lunarfey]

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prompt, accepting / @lifebloomd

cheeks flush the colour of a pomegranate, & she's not really sure why she's so surprised by the admission, considering that their flirting has only been getting more frequent. " elain, i... " fianna takes a shaky breath, searching for the right words, because they don't want to ruin the moment by saying something stupid. " i think you're beautiful. when you smile it's as though the sun just came out... "

[denouemente]

how did you know i would be here? her voice is gentle, carried on the breeze as the shadowsinger passes into the garden gate. he feels no need to disguise himself in the dark, feeling completely and utterly comfortable with @lifebloomd around. something he didn't feel with anyone else. his hands are clasped behind his back, wings tucked against his spine as azriel approaches her, a soft grin on his face. “ where else would you be? ” he asks, stopping in front of the bench where she's sitting. golden eyes are focused on elain, softening with each second. “ i just got back, and forgive me, but i wanted to see you. do you mind if i . . . ” he motions his head towards the spot next to her, waiting for her approval. once he has it, azriel sits beside her, hands now clasped in his lap. who knows who's watching. “ the flowers have bloomed since i left. you've done good work, elain. ” he turns towards her, cheeks warming the longer he looks at her. his beautiful elain. “ i'm really happy to see you. ”

[youbloom]

you sit cross legged on the grass, the curtain of vines and leaves draped around your frame in a makeshift gown makes a trail down to the ground and gets lost in the foliage that surrounds you and your companion. from the seeds you both have dug into the earth, many plants have flourished already, making the once barren land a lush, recovering forest.

"thank you for helping me with this," you mumble, a bright smile curls on your lips as you watch the newest bud bloom into a beautiful bush of roses with a flicker of your hands, "it truly means a lot to me. the trees were weeping when we first arrived. now that they've begun to revive, they hum a lovely melody again. can you hear it too, lady elain?" @lifebloomd

[riderheart]

 After  the  effort  it  took  to  just  wash  her  hair,  Violet  had  resigned  herself  to  tying  it  up  and  leaving  the  rest  of  its  care  for  tomorrow.  Only  the  Gods  knew  what  she'd  done  to  make  her  shoulders  ache-  if  anything.  Maybe  her  joints  just  wanted  to  mess  with  her  tonight.  That  wouldn't  be  too  unusual.

—  sender  gently  brushes  /  combs  the  receiver's  hair.

   When  @lifebloomd  had  offered  help,  she'd  wanted  to  argue.  She  was  fine,  she  had  a  plan.  But  who  could  really  argue  with  Elain  when  she  offered?  And  her  hands  were  so  gentle,  her  touches  so  careful  and  soft,  it  was  downright  meditative.  Violet  even  found  those  aching  joints  of  her  shoulders  starting  to  lower  and  relax.

 "Thank  you─"  Warm  grey  eyes  closed  as  she  sank  into  the  sensation  of  the  rhythmic  brushing.,  "─I  really  appreciate  this."