#m * alejandro estaris.

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CLOSED ; for @ofsvnshine's DAEHO

there was no fight or flight when it came to their kind. it was win or lose and flight meant losing. it was second nature for alejandro to steel up in the presence of the enemy, ready to face them head on if it came to that. it shouldn't, though. considering the illyrian commander before him had been the hero that saved him from bleeding to death, trapped upside down in the tangled branches of an elder tree. they hope that the stiffness to their movement is read as an awestruck fear of the general.

"general im." alejandro grunts quickly, dragging his boots together in deference as he brings a fist to his chest. the first he'd saluted this way since he'd left their warband.

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“words to live by,” he agrees with a laugh. “alejandro — i live in the capital.” in return, ale gives a graceful dip of his neck, palm to his heart in deference. “i’ve never been to the autumn court. is it true that all your leaves are falling all year round?” he didn’t really understand how that fared for their fauna — if they didn’t truly abide by the laws of nature and were in a perpetual state of dying as they lost their chlorophyll. what kind of medicine could they harvest from that kind of environment…

Xavier frowned slightly at the other. He really wanted the blue ones so he could make or try to make the bread his mother taught him to make when he was younger with the blue fruit. It wasn't anything that special, but it just made him feel closer to home. He sighed before nodding. "Why not try. If they don't have them, then I am no worse off than I was before." He followed the other out towards the other shop. "I don't think we have met before. I am Xavier, Autumn Court." He said with a slight decline of his head in deference to the other.

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CLOSED ; for @illuminatingeclipse's TIERNAN

alejandro wasn't the type to lose his head. nothing phased him. not nudity, not blood, not even the sight of bone — hence why healing was the perfect career. he'd seen the gore of the battlefield and pushed forward. they sometimes felt a little nervous handling royal ichor, but there was barely even a trace of a tremor in his palms as he passes over a satchel of herbs to the spring prince.

"you said your friend was experiencing extreme fatigue? this should help some. it's a fairly common remedy in the capital."

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CLOSED ; for @shvdwscng's MUSES

alejandro often felt blessed to be able to work in the capital's palace. swiftly after his arrival, he found placement under a master healer with tenure in the castle, allowing him a fast-track into becoming a preferred healer in the city. but, as they work towards another day in dusk court captivity, the mother should excuse the lack of gratitude in this situation. all the time in the world, but he couldn't even properly test the improvements to his tonics and salves in a way that felt helpful for his patience.

"forgive the disarray of my studio," they say with a dry chuckle. the studio in question is comprised of several piles of dry herbs on a blanket in the grass. "and the smell, perhaps?"

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CLOSED ; for @sparkledcrowns’ DAMON.

“you know, i think this is the business where i’d prefer not to have repeat clients,” alejandro says, already digging through his supplies to find a salve. familiar with the older fae, damon was prone to a number of injuries for his occupation that alejandro was smart enough not to ask any questions about. it was probably what kept him coming back in the first place. it’s not like he’d get real answers. “i’m not the most well-equipped to assist you here, unfortunately. but i’ve got just the thing to treat you still.”

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CLOSED ; for @ethercvl’s SOOBIN.

it felt like a summer fae was crawling into his mind and creating illusions of the past. what could he have possibility done to warrant this karmic retribution? in the market. around the bonfire. agents of the night court were everywhere — living spectres of a past he’d long left behind him. he’d done well enough avoiding them in the nooks and crannies of gaea, but now, he too was a visitor and had no where to run.

“am i walking in a dream, or is that really you, soobin?”

evidently, some ghosts were more welcome than others.

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ALEJANDRO ESTARIS ; HEALER of GAEA.

‘ evan mock, cis male, he/they, 29 / 290, illyrian ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems alejandro estaris has been teleported to the dusk court, the healer from gaea is said to be laissez faire and is said to describe themselves with the strong beat of wings in the distance, a fleeting memory of when you once touched the clouds, forced back into reality by the sound of ripping medical tape and with all of this in mind their sensitive nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. 

full name: alejandro estaris name meaning: defender of mankind age: two hundred and ninety place of birth: the night court gender: cismale pronouns: he/they sexual & romantic orientation: bisexual occupation: healer personality traits: laissez-faire, sensitive abilities: winnowing, bargaining, flight

mother: unknown father: unknown siblings: unknown

height: 6’2” body and build: toned but not as fit as he had been before fae: large black wings, the left is scarred — he rarely unfurls them hair color and style: buzz cut complexion: naturally caramel eye colour: black clothing style: blacks, leather pieces every so often signature scent: spearmint and witch hazel

your introduction to gravity goes like this: an ashen arrow pierces the hard leather of your wing, plummeting you into an ancient oak.

the one who found you says that the tree did more damage than the injury, but when you look at the scars etched into your wings, you wonder if their blade was named for the woods.

you’ve tried to fly again. mother knows you tried. but you didn’t heal fast enough to prove your worth to your camp. you could hardly get a couple feet off the ground before the strain took its toll on your body. in fact, they told you that you would never be healed enough to join the aerial cavalry again.

it’s an embarrassment (you’re an embarrassment).

and, it’s not as if you enjoyed the camp. no one takes joy in an illyrian war camp. but it’s home. it’s where you were raised. it was your life. what do you do if not fight?

you tell this to your friends, one a painter. they commit the moment to canvas. this is a mistake, you learn. an intimate moment, shared in the confidence with a dear friend now hangs in the court of nightmares — the moment your life ended hung in the gallery of some wealthy noble. that small, unintentional betrayal was too much. the most vulnerable moment of your miserable life… exploited.

you can no longer look at your friend without feeling angry. you cannot stay in the war camp lest you go green with envy. you have no interest in staying idle, so you leave.

you did not expect to be face to face with your past so quickly again.

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“not in the slightest.” if he has any regrets from his life, they do not bleed through. alejandro has long come to peace with his life. “i used to be a warrior in the night court. thankfully, when that didn’t pan out — learned that i’m a half decent healer. found a proper apprenticeship in the castle where i was taught how to heal people with my hands. not everyone can afford to find a healer from the dawn court.” cauldron knew he couldn’t. maybe he’d still be in one piece if he could. shrugging, alejandro adds, “it’s easier to make a name where you don’t belong.”

Tiernan raised an eyebrow, a slow grin pulling at his lips as he studied Alejandro. He leaned against the table, crossing his arms as he listened. “Ah, a wiser man, you say?” Tiernan chuckled, but there was something in his eyes that showed he understood. The games they played, the lives they’d led..it wasn’t all as simple as it seemed. He could hear the weight in Alejandro's voice, the subtle reminder of a past where survival came at a steep cost. "You weren’t always this then?" he said, nodding towards Alejandro's current position.

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alejandro pauses with a raised brow, unable to keep the grin from growing on his face. “are you putting the moves on me, damon? you know, i’m flattered, but i will let you know right now… i don’t date patients.” he was teasing. he did. he just didn’t think damon was all that interested. also, he was under the influence of his handiwork. which had nothing to do with compulsion, but damon was simply so reliant on his services due to his line of work. “i think that i’ll save myself the effort — everything you just said? it would be ideal if you just… didn’t… do that.” he would be remiss to think that damon’s occupation didn’t require a hint of danger. but, other than an assassin and chimney sweep, alejandro couldn’t imagine why a regular, non-aviary fae needed to be on the rooftops in the first place. being up that high was the illyrian birth right. “you’re playing with fire with that kind of action, d. do you have an apprentice? i feel like hiring an apprentice would save you from that dirty work.”

☆ﾟ*·ﾟA SMIRK FORMED across damon's face, highly amused by the entire situation. he know he'd spent too much time with the healer, but part of this was simply due to age, and his body not working like it should. damon knew he needed to treat it well, eat healthier, continue his exercises, and take everything slower. "it's totally why, or maybe it's because i'm so attractive," he explained, getting comfortable in his chair. sighing softly, damon pouted, giving him a really big fat lip. "i'd kill for some of that now. is there anyone left back there that we could have bring it to us?" damon knew what certain things did, and how certain medicines helped his body. but whatever alejandro did, the spymaster knew it would help and he was more than grateful for it. there were different cures here, and damon knew getting used to it would be difficult. "the rooftops are my favorite places to be. although, i could find alternate routes, ones that don't require stepping into foot holes and yeeting myself across a large gap." biting his lower lip, damon sighed. he hadn't meant to bruise himself up so much. honestly, most of his bruises were like that. "honestly, i don't know. that one could've been from bashing myself into the wall the other day to hide from someone, or from the slip due to not properly seeing the hole with the difference in sky." chuckling softly, he shrugged his shoulders. "nah, i haven't broken a limb yet, better not happen now!"

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in the general’s presence, it’s like alejandro is back to being a kid. daeho’s gaze was heavy on him, much like his infamous reputation. his mind was at odds with how he felt about the general. his palms were clammy despite knowing he should feel immense gratitude towards the him. his stomach roils, churning in waves that rivaled the salty sea. daeho had pulled him out of that great oak all those years ago, crafting his life debt towards the older fae. there should have been no conspiracy.

“i’m well,” he finds himself answering, his voice in an even keel despite the internal tremor. “life in the capital is very different from home. what have i missed?”

daeho   always   felt   a   mix   of   feelings   whenever   he   crossed   paths   with   ale.   the   general   knew   of   the   reputation   he   had,   he   knew   of   the   way   that   others   could   perceive   the   way   that   he   had   saved   him   and   at   first   it   bothered   him   and   now   daeho   had   fallen   into   a   feeling   of   irritation   regarding   the   matter.   “   alejandro,   ”   he   greeted   with   a   firm   nod.   he   then   nodded   his   head   in   the   direction   he   was   heading,   as   if   to   say   to   follow.   “   how   are   you   doing   ?   ”

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he gives a slight bow of his head in deference with a fist to his heart, already low to the ground from where he sat. there was a loyalty to the queen mother and her boy king, feeling fiercely protective of the both of them despite his limited physical capabilities. alejandro would always be grateful for his warm welcome to the capital in his darkest moments, offering the illyrian a home when he didn’t know what the word meant. the city had cradled him in a way he hadn’t known that a place could — having grown in the heart of a war camp, thinking that the rest of the courts operated in the same ruthless manner.

“replenishing the base of my ointments, queen mother. we were safely brought here in one piece, but they do not have the same remedies or medicines some of my patients require. some ingredients also need time to ferment. hence the familiar smell.” his laugh is wry. when his mentor had first allowed granted him clearance to enter the castle, this was a common remedy they had used on king kabir. “the majority of my ingredients can be used in a number of cures, it is only a matter of combining them in the same pot once i have the correct ingredients.”

it  was  an  incredibly  selfish  thought  the  queen  mother  had  each  time  she  crossed  the  faces  she  would  see  in  the  gaen  palace  and  those  she  was  well  acquainted  with  in  the  capital.  that  despite  the  unknown  they  lived  through  each  day  in  the  dusk  court,  she  was  relieved  to  see  them  all  here.  even  if  it  was  perhaps  safer  for  them  in  gaea,  but  truly  could  she  be  certain  after  all  that  occurred  in  her  own  home?  was  anyone  truly  safe  with  this  dark  deity  looming  about?  that  until  they  knew  she  was  either  neturalized  by  their  own  deity,  would  prythian  and  it's  fae  every  be  safe?

"it's  thoughtful  of  our  hosts  to  provide  you  with  a  space  to  practice  should  the  need  arise.  it's  alright,  alejandro,  it  does  not  bother  me.  you  know  very  well  i  quite  enjoy  watching  your  work  and  studying  your  work  space."  sitara  was  merely  a  fae  and  she  possessed  no  special  abilities  as  high  faes  or  as  healers  did.  it  seemed  her  lack  of  any  notable  abilities  only  made  her  appreciate  of  those  she  was  surrounded  by.  "smells...earthy  -  not  a  bad  thing  at  all.  in  truth  its  a  reminder  of  home,  and  welcomed."  her  gaze  flickered  across  the  books  he  had  open  as  well  as  piles  of  herbs  and  salves.  "were  you  working  on  something  particular?"

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“a while indeed,” alejandro responds sagely, giving TJ a wink. “heavy question to start with. a wiser man might even charge you more than a penny for it.” he was grateful to call the capital his home. he was grateful to have a purpose beyond fighting, a new identity that revolved around healing. “it’s a good place to make a name for yourself.” back in the night court, for an illyrian who was no one of any real regard and a quiet subservient lineage, there was nothing for him but the industry of war. he either made weapons, fixed weapons, or was the weapon. “less exependable.”

"Yeah, he is. Thank you for this." Despite many of them having their powers returned, a few of his friends still felt sluggish, with Islwyn being the worst off. Tiernan had been asking around for someone who could provide healing magic since the Spring Court healers were overwhelmed with tending to the members of his court. He was seeking a quicker solution, and Alejandro had been recommended. As Tiernan looked through the contents of the satchel, he glanced up at Alejandro. "You've lived in the capital for a while, right? How's that been considering everything?"

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he laughs in return. right. “sure, boss. thats why.” he’d seen worse during his time in the army. the salve was a handful of herbs that were native to the night court, but thankfully gaea had a decent substitute for the bulk of the potion. “if i could get a decent clipping of mercy weed from back home, i could get rid of the smell.” alejandro was sentimental at heart — the night court would always be home. even if he could never return. self-imposed or not. for now, the ointment was stuck with the sharp tang of spearmint and a lingering smell of aged eggs. not ideal, but very effective. he’d have to look around the dusk court’s facilities. maybe he might find some useful herbs. “i’d generally recommend avoiding rooftops for the time being.” he gives a disapproving tut. “gnarly bruise. did you fall on it? we need to be more careful. haven’t figured out how to reattach limbs yet.”

☆ﾟ*·ﾟAWKWARDLY SCRATCHING HIS head, damon scrunched up his nose. he was notorious for find all sorts of bruises, scrapes, and broken bones when he hadn't even realized it. the thing was, at his age now, scaling up the sides of buildings wasn't always the easiest. he'd whack his leg on something or wake up with a cut or bruise he hadn't even felt. but today, he'd twisted his wrist, something he actually needed on a daily basis. and alejandor's salve, it always worked. it felt warm against any bruise or sprain that damon wouldn't go to anyone else. "but you know i'm your favorite," he stated, chuckling. if he couldn't joke around with the healers, damon didn't think he could visit them at all. "that salve always works, man, and you know it. it's why i keep coming back to you," damon explained, sitting down, sighing softly. "i think i actually hurt it bad this time though. might need to lay off the roof jumping unfortunately."

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the corner of his mouth quirks upward. alejandro scans left, right. an assortment of blood red berries, apples with a golden sheen, even perfectly rounded green grapes bright as candy — “doesn’t look like they have any here.” his smile is slanted and apologetic as he finishes wrapping the last handful of violet hued berries and sliding them into his satchel. half his job was sourcing herbs for medicine, which gave him a crash course in the ins and outs of the city. “they might have it at the apothecary on the other side of the market. i think i saw some the other day. i was planning to stop by, want company?”

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Xavier was walking through one of the many busy streets of the dusk court. He was in search of something specific, a fruit they had back home, that he wasn't sure he could find anywhere else. But something told him that he might be able to find it here in the dusk court. So many things about this court reminded him of home and he hoped this would be another one of those things. He found his way to a stall that sold fruit and began scouring it to find it. "Hey do you know if they have any blue fruits here?" He asked the person he saw standing next to him.