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[mskyrathefroggo]

Tyra’s Lore

Tyra, about the age of 15 given the name Tyra Aretha Aetheris Hall and she’s kind of like an opposite revamp or Alter Ego of someone else she’s like a reality warper Angel/Fallen turn to an distorted seraph perception bender and many other abilities but in her universe she’s the only self aware/conscious one knowing that they're all puppets used for someone’s enjoyment many people can’t remember her that well yet she’s always there, during one occurrence people called her Tyra Gumdrops not knowing her last name the only relation gumdrops have to Tyra is that she’s deathly allergic to them and during a battle against Malveric Kaela, although not being present she was mentioned, Orion and ally and foe stated “my guy your trash…you loss to a 15 year old girl in ballet shoes” more info states that she’s everything yet can’t control her ability and that people like her can’t escape the never ending loop before she was once Gods favorite after Lucifer being Known as The Grace of Tyra’s Angel until she realized the horrible truth… ultimately causing The Fall of Tyra where she ended up being cast down out of the pearly gates of heaven going from God’s grace and Favorite to aggressor assailant that had a huge impact on the heavens and society of the gods and reborn as a fallen angel and trying to redeem her self back into gods favoritism she succedieds but as a punishment for her actions and as a catch she becomes blind with the gods taking her eyes away because of what she saw in the thousand year forbidden book, thus Tyra becoming a puppet for the gods to use for their work against sinners Tyra then breaks her strings of truth and resilience and escapes the heavens becoming an outlaw Tyra uses what ever power she can to create a alternative sight like an all seeing it’s not as great as her past eye sight but she can still see things without needing physical eyes, another power of Tyra’s is her ballet shoes during her youth as Tyra was not born a baby but just as a small child being created at the set age of eight years old as each angel in the Oracle heavens is created from a star that’s somewhat ripens and or forms for seven years and is born at the eight year creating the angels but back to the shoes in her youth she was taught Ballet from Gabriel with it becoming a power and a use for Tyra in the future many would say that stress causes a shrink in height and that diamonds form under pressure but Tyra in general is a really tall woman even for her age being around 6,2 during the battle of Chastity Tyra gets caught in the crossfire mistaken as a rebel is ripped limb from limb by her own allies and her remain pieces hung beside her head like a perverse puppet

Childhood:

As a kid, Tyra had a really abusive childhood, growing up in a poor, dilapidated apartment in Atchison, Kansas, with an alcoholic mother. She discovered that her father wasn’t her biological father as she soon to realized that she barely looked like her mother and obviously nothing like her step father and had to deal with her parents' favoritism towards her younger brothers. Her father never showed up for her recitals. Once, they bought her braces because her teeth were deteriorating due to poor living conditions. The only time they cared for Tyra was when her health declined. She was diagnosed with cardiac amyloidosis, which caused her heart to beat weakly and made her frail. She became weaker, slept most of the time, and barely left her bed. The only comfort she had was a stuffed duck. While her siblings went to school, she stayed home. Her father worked, and her mother drank and occasionally checked on Tyra, waking her gently to prevent a heart attack. She watched as other kids had fun doing things she could no longer do, and a happy adult life seemed like a distant dream. Her household had very little money, and sometimes her family couldn’t afford food, so she often went hungry for weeks. Her parents made her responsible for her brothers, while her mother drank and her stepfather worked. Tyra did her schoolwork and sometimes worked for little money at a young age. One day, while looking for a fifth job to pay for food, Tyra was murdered in an alley, and her body was disposed of, never to be found. Her killer was never brought to justice. As she moved to the afterlife, Tyra remained permanently stuck at age 15, an innocent soul said to do amazing things and make the world a utopia for all, find a cure for cancer, end world hunger and inspire the children as a true angel.

The story of Tyra’s father goes as such a young boy in highschool no older than a sophomore, a great future ahead of him a four year scholarship to a college that is excited to have him and is pursuing his dreams as an artist and teaching the youth both with knowledge and with dance but it is interrupted by his undivided feelings for a girl his age he falters in his studies blinded by love and affection he just can’t seem to get her out of his mind when he’s mustered up the courage to talk to her and throw up his feelings to her, she has rejected him feeling heart broken he painted his feelings writing a small message in it Tyra’s Angel: "In the battlefield of the heart, love's war is waged, Brush strokes of longing, in silence, engaged. Through battles lost, my heart remains, A warrior for your love, enduring the pains." Soon a few years went by he was now nearing the end of his senior year he had done anything and everything for this girl and finally she agreed to go out with him, this love blinded boy sacrificed everything for her his invitation to a very high paying job, a very good college, a tour of the city hall and even a convention to represent the school ina competition of the arts everything they began to hang out and soon enough they became intimate that’s all he could think about that night they spent together but this would soon prove to backfire against him a couple of weeks later he had heard rumors surrounding him, nobody would talk to him his peers would look at him in disgust and isolated away from people being kicked out of his college when the news had made it to the college headmaster one night walking alone he was attacked and snatched off the road and thrown into a truck the men revealed themselves to be the girls brothers she had accused him of raping her and told her brothers and they went after him so as a punishment he had to take care of her and the baby both financially and physically due to the familys religion he now had to marry her now and become a miserable man one thing the boy did not argue on was their daughters name ofcourse due to feeling petty she agreed and let him name their child, he gave their daughter the name of what he’d went through over the past years the battle of love he went to for this woman and the battle he felt with against this family he had endured the family’s abuse for eight months from his in laws the public and his own family and his daughter was to be born soon he wanted to run away but he didn’t want to abandon his unborn daughter and never getting to meet her he didn’t know what to do leave and never see his daughter grow up and see what she was to become and what great things she was to achieve or stay and be abused by people who stole his future they knew where to find him so mustering up all the courage he had left He made his decision, he wrote a letter for his soon to be daughter and hid his paintings and the letter away that she’d soon to find when she was of age and locked the rest of his belongings in a secure place where nobody would find them and took his life. as the unforeseen events went Tyra never found her fathers letter or paintings address to her due to her unfortunate demise the man’s paintings letters plus the money he left her and Tyra’s ballet shoes remained lost to the sands of time never to be found one thing the young man knew is that his daughter would make him proud had they both been alive

Tyra’s Son

Celeste Vesperis Aetheris is destined to be the "Restorer of Harmony," tasked with mending the fractures between the heavens and earth caused by his mother, Tyra, as a baby and especially in his toddler years Celeste had always been very attached to his mother never wanting to leave her side or her leave him fearing as if she’d soon disappear much to his dismay this fear soon became a reality has his mother soon met her brutal demise, he never wanted to see his mother sad nor did he want his mother to be killed and hearing the life style his mother endured as a human child and as both an Angel and Fallen he wanted to make a stand…especially for what was right. In the grand narrative, Celeste is meant to guide fallen angels back to their righteous paths, balancing light and darkness within herself. Like their mother, he struggles with his destiny, torn between duty and their desire for autonomy. His journey involves mastering celestial ballet, unraveling cosmic truths, and ultimately redefining what it means to be a force of balance in a divided universe. But due to having to follow their destiny and finding out the horrible truth of his mothers fate the gods turn against them causing him to change his identity and cross dress to Nyx Nocturne, Bearer of Shadows but due to leading a rebellion to protect the innocent and reform the god’s shattered mirror of verity Celeste/Nyx has their mouth sewn shut to keep the information he knew secret from the world and is torn apart by angels.

The Lost of a Father

After finding out her step father wasn’t related to her Tyra began to question who her father was but her mother didn’t disclose any information on “that sorry excuse of a man and a father” forbidding Tyra from asking anymore information or looking for anything related to him, although her mother had forbidden it her mother would give some information but making her father seem like a monster, but Tyra didn’t believe it she’s known her mother her whole life she knows what she’s capable of and what she could do in her younger years, so Tyra searched for clue in secret but the war shortly discovered by her investigation by her mother being locked in her room from finding anything and only being let out to fetch food or something else little did Tyra’s mother know she had left a few remnants of Tyra’s fathers memories in the house it just so happen that those pieces were in Tyra’s own bedroom underneath a floorboard that Tyra had noticed looked off for years but did bother to mess with but at this moment in her life it was now or never opening the box was photos and letters addressed to Tyra finally seeing what her father looked like she felt a jolt of emotions, she felt like she had known this man her whole life and in the letter address to her was

To my dearest Tyra, my princess,

I’m so sorry you had to find my letter like this. I know I’ll never forgive myself for what I’m about to do, but I wanted to leave you with the last piece of me, something to hold onto when I'm no longer there.

I cannot begin to express the sadness I feel knowing I won’t be there to see your first steps, hear your first words, or watch you graduate. These are moments I will never get to witness, and it breaks my heart to know I won’t be by your side.

What I went through was unbearable, and I hope one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me. The weight of my pain and the betrayal I felt from those I trusted became too much to bear. I felt like a public disgrace, and it consumed me.

But, Tyra, I don’t want you to carry my burdens. I want you to live a peaceful and joyful life, even though I won’t be there to guide you through it. You deserve every happiness, and I hope you find it, even in my absence.

I know I’ve failed you as a father, and I understand if you’re angry or hurt. I was not strong enough to stay, and for that, I am deeply sorry.

Remember, my sweet girl, that I loved you more than anything in this world, even though I never got to meet you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the father you deserved.

With all my love,

Dad

Seeing her father’s letters broke Tyra’s heart. Knowing that this was the man her mother had called a monster only intensified her hatred toward her mother. Yet, people always told her, "It’s your mother; you should always listen to her." But where had that led her? It led her to the brink of death. After piecing together all the clues and puzzles her father had left for her, Tyra found $55,600 addressed in her name. She was shocked and wished her father the best wherever he was. With this money, Tyra fixed the problems within her dilapidated home and finally bought herself some much-needed medicine. After covering all the essentials, she was left with $22,750. But the question lingered in her mind: now what?

In her mind, the answer was to get another job. She needed to save more money so she could escape this hell of distorted memories. Her mother agreed with her plan, but was suspicious about how Tyra had mysteriously come into so much money. She kept her suspicions to herself and sent Tyra out, which ultimately led to her death. Before her death, sensing her fate, Tyra wrote a will, leaving all her money and assets to her half-baby brother, Trinity.

Reborn in the celestial realm, Tyra was the first casualty when Kaleido, an entity from below, invaded. Kaleido fused her emotional trauma and inhibitions, turning her into a monster to use as a weapon, especially with her reality-warping ability. Somehow, they found Tyra’s father, now a guardian angel. The man was completely shocked to see his daughter, especially in her monstrous form. Without thinking twice, he launched himself at her, tackling her in a hug filled with emotion, whispering soothing words to calm her down. Due to Tyra being emotionally touch-starved, this worked. She returned to her physical form, collapsing in her dad’s arms, crying. Seeing his daughter in person and who she had grown into was like looking into a mirror—she looked just like him.

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[calpalirwin]

Betrothed

Summary: Lady Keira finds herself betrothed to Lord Ashton.

A/N: Last part of my Game of Thrones AU. Be sure to read parts 1 and 2!

Content: Medieval stuffs.

Word Count: 2.3k

And away, and away we go!

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Part 3

“My lady!” Ashton’s squire burst into the dining hall, breathless. Ashton had been knighted the evening after their arrival at Riverton in preparation for the wedding and subsequent acquisition of title as Lord and Lady of House Irwin, and as such had been given a squire.

“Yes, Bryen?” Keira asked, smiling softly at him. She had spent her first week studying the people closest to her and Ashton, and that meant Bryen Hawthorne. He was a young lad of barely fifteen, but the boy was more than eager to prove his value to his lord by doing every task at a literal run. She’d grown accustomed to his smiling face and the way shocks of his black hair would flop about when he nodded too fast at a request before dashing off with a quick “Right away, my lord.”

“Lord. Ashton,” he panted as he caught his breath, “is requesting your presence. He’s down in the training yard.”

Keira pushed back her chair, rising to her feet. “The training yard?” she wondered aloud.

“Said something about a surprise, my lady. And that I should send for you at once.”

The lady chuckled. “That man and his surprises.”

~~~

She followed Bryen out to the training yard where Ashton was conversing with three other men she had come to learn were set to become his small council. “M-my lord,” Bryen stammered, both announcing his arrival with Keira and interrupting the conversation at hand.

Ashton’s head snapped to attention, the markings of a scowl ready to lecture his squire for not waiting for a break in the conversation. The scowl however, turned quickly into a grin as he took notice of Keira. “Ah, thank you, Bryen. Keira, you remember Lords Calum, Luke, and Michael, yes?”

“My lords,” she curtsied in greeting.

“My lady,” they chorused, bowing back.

“Bryen spoke of a surprise?” she asked Ashton.

“Yes. Michael, if you would.”

Michael, set to become Ashton’s lead general, turned towards the table that was usually home to an assortment of dull practice weapons, but today housed a single shortsword and two matching daggers. The green-eyed blonde picked up the shortsword and offered it to her.

Keira gasped as the weight dropped in her hand, expecting it to clatter on the dusty ground. Instead, she found the blade to be light and balanced, like it was crafted just for her hand. The pieces finally clicked together as she recalled Ashton’s mention of teaching her how to fight, and his hushed conversations with the blacksmith and master-at-arms. “It’s not too heavy is it? I had the daggers made in case it was. Or we could try another weapon if you find none of this suits you. I just remember you admiring my own sword and dagger that I thought you might like some of your own.” The words tumbled from Ashton’s mouth as his cheeks flushed and his friends held back their laughter at his apparent embarrassment.

She tried her best to move her arms the way she had seen Ashton do so when he trained, causing all four men to jump back and out of her way as the blade sliced through the air.

“Oi!” Calum exclaimed, looking over at Ashton to see if he would step in before his friends got hacked to bits by accident.

“It’s dull, right mate?” Luke asked, his blue eyes sharp as they focused on the sword’s wild movements.

“Stance and technique needs work,” Michael critiqued.

“Careful not to nick anybody. I had it sharpened this morning,” Ashton warned her.

Calum, Luke, and Michael jumped further away. “You gave an inexperienced swordsman a sharp blade?!” they thundered.

Ashton howled with laughter as Keira continued to test the weight, liking the feel of it more and more with each pass. “How’s it feel?” he asked, while his friends continued to glare at him and question his sanity.

“I expected it to be heavier,” she answered. 

“A good sword matches the strength of the one weilding it. Too heavy and you won’t be able to use it. Too light and it’ll fly from your hand, leaving you unarmed,” Michael told her.

“Precisely,” Ashton nodded at Michael’s words. “Focus, Keira. You want it to feel like an extension of your arm.”

She closed her eyes and made a few more small passes, really paying attention to the weight of it as it moved with her. “It feels…” she started, pausing to find the right way to phrase herself. “Like I’m passing my hand through water. No resistance.”

Ashton was smiling at her when she opened her eyes again. “Perfect. That’s exactly what I was hoping for. Ready for your first lesson?”

~~~

“Sideface!” Michael directed from beside Keira. “You make yourself a much smaller target that way and your opponent has to work that much harder. As the less skilled fighter, your advantage is in the long game. Tire them out.”

She shifted her feet and lunged at Ashton. He effortlessly blocked her attack, knocking the weapon from her hands. He had been practicing with her for the better part of three weeks now, with Michael coaching her from the side. Being her practice partner had three benefits for Keira. One: no one dared question what the lord was doing parrying with his lady. Two: while he trusted Michael to coach and direct Keira, he only trusted himself to partner up with her, which meant she she got to spend a lot of uninterrupted time with Ashton. Which lead to three: she had all the time in the world to admire the way he held the practice shield and blunt practice sword, while imaging how handsome he looked in his full set of armor. “Also focus on keeping your face blank. You twist your mouth at the edges and your eyebrows furrow. I know your attack before you even move,” Ashton chided with a playful smile.

Keira felt her chest heave with her breaths as she forced her face to relax. Her eyes darted to where her sword lay in the dust and back at Ashton who followed her movements. She knew he would allow her to reach for the sword and then go in for an attack with another quip about not letting her guard down. Another steady breath and she remembered the daggers at her side. She fought back the grin, and with her eyes locked on Ashton, she reached for the sword. He moved with her and the shield dropped ever so slightly in preparation for her sword. In a blink, she changed her course, reaching for her daggers, placing one up against his ribcage and the other pressing into the base of his throat. Ashton dropped his shield and sword, raising his hands in surrender as he backed away. “Yield,” he told her, smiling proudly while Michael laughed his approval, “Good one, my lady.”

“Now if only I could find my own handsome lord to teach me to fight like that,” a dreamy sigh spoke and Keira whirled around to find Lilliyan Malver resting her arms along the fenced yard, admiring Calum as he practiced with Luke a few paces away.

“Lilliyan!” Keira rushed over to wrap her friend in a hug. “Oh, how I’ve missed you!”

The other lady laughed as she returned the embrace. “Well, I couldn’t very well miss your wedding now, could I? Although, you could have warned me that you had such a handsome council.”

“My lords, might I introduce you all to Lady Lilliyan of House Malver,” Keira began and Calum and Luke stopped their battle to come join the ladies along with Ashton and Michael. “These are Lords Calum, Luke, and Michael. And you’ve already met Lord Ashton.”

“My lady,” the men bowed and Lilliyan curtsied in kind.

“I trust you had a pleasant journey?” Ashton asked.

“Yes, the view was wonderful riding up. Although not nearly as good as the view inside your walls, Lord Ashton,” Lilliyan replied, her eyes still fixed on Calum. “Keira tells me you’re on the small council?”

“Lady Keira would be correct,” Calum nodded.

“Yes, I remember now,” Lilliyan smiled flirtatiously. “The married off lead general, Michael Clifford. The master of coin, and betrothed, Luke Hemmings. And Lord Ashton’s right hand man, Calum Hood, who still has yet to find a lady of his own. Pity… Say, Keira, would you happen to know of any eligible ladies who might be suited for such a handsome bachelor such as Lord Calum?”

Keira smiled brightly, playing along with her friend’s game. “Why yes. Matter of fact, word has it that Lord Malver is looking for a match for his eldest daughter.”

“Well it might be in Calum’s best interest if he were to send Father a raven, expressing his interest. Do you think he would teach me to fight like your lord does?”

“Oi!” Calum scoffed at Ashton. “Training all the ladyfolk now, are we?”

“Afraid you’ll get bested?” Luke teased.

“I’m sure Michael has much more pressing duties to attend to,” Calum deflected.

“She’s quite good with a bow,” Keira boasted.

“I’d pay my weight in gold to see Calum get bested by a bow,” Michael marveled at the thought.

“You’d be wise to consider it, Calum,” Ashton told the man. “It’s a relief on the mind to know that your lady is always in capable hands- her own. Plus, who better to learn from than by a skilled archer like yourself?”

“My lord, you flatter me,” Calum said with biting sarcasm and a roll of his eyes. “Alright, someone fetch Lady Lilliyan a bow.”

“And perhaps your writing material as well?” Keira pressed.

“Yes, yes. That too.”

~~~

“You look beautiful, Keira,” Ashton murmured low for only Keira to hear as he wrapped the cloak around her shoulders.

She didn’t have time to respond as the septon continued with the ceremony, so she merely smiled, hoping that Ashton understood the thought she wasn’t speaking. Which was that he too, looked as handsome as ever in his long sleeved, forest green overcoat that highlighted the green flecks in his eyes, and was fastened shut with golden clasps that glistened in the afternoon light.

“Look upon each other and say the words.”

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger,” they spoke in unison. “I am yours, and you are mine, from this day, until the end of my days.”

“With this kiss,” Ashton continued, “I pledge my love.” His lips were soft as they pressed against hers, and while the kiss was brief, she felt the power behind it, like he was willing her to believe that they could be more than an arrangement.

~~~

Keira was watching the crowd enjoy the feast, particularly amused by Calum and Lillyan’s growing affections. “Think they’re all distracted enough that we might sneak away?” Ashton’s voice was low in her ear.

“What about the bedding ceremony?” she asked, feeling a knot in her stomach tighten at the very concept. While she certainly planned to consummate her marriage to her new husband, the idea of it being public knowledge was unsettling.

Ashton waved a hand dismissively. “There will be no ceremony. Our chambers are adjoined should you ever wish to spend your night elsewhere, as it were.”

“Mmm, so that’s where that door leads,” she teased. She had already known about this fact, having explored every inch of her room in the early morning after her arrival, and reveling in the fact that one door had opened to reveal another bedchamber, with Ashton sleeping soundly.

“Something tells me you already knew that though,” he teased back, having caught her on more than one occasion admiring him from the doorway when she thought him to be asleep.

“Perhaps I’ll find my way there.”

“Perhaps I’ll be waiting when you do.”

“And where do you propose we sneak off to now?”

“I hear the beach is lovely this time of day.”

~~~

“I know I mentioned it already, but you really do look beautiful,” he confessed as the water rushed over their bare feet, soaking the edges of their clothes.

“And you look quite handsome yourself, Ashton. More so than usual,” she returned the compliment.

“Ah, so you do think me to be handsome.”

“Among other things.”

Hmm? How do you mean?”

“You mentioned once that you don’t wish for this to be a matter of business. That it hardly seemed fair that our marriage should be viewed as another duty to attend to.”

“Yes. I believe I also mentioned that I only wish for you to be content here, and that I enjoy your company. But what does that have to do with how you think of me?”

“It has everything to do with how I think of you. It is one thing to say you wish for me to be content. It is another to consistently go out of your way to ensure it. And from showing me this beach to probably defying everyone close to you in order to both craft me my own set of weapons and then teach me how to use them… well it shows me that you're a man of your word. A quality I greatly admire.”

“A man is only as good as his word.”

“That may be so. The point remains however, that I long had little interest in being a lady because I envied those who got to marry for love.”

“And has your interest since changed?”

“Very much so. See, I found myself betrothed to a lord with much to offer in terms of prestige and title. And while he easily could have been a stubborn lord who viewed his lady as a mere plaything meant to please him, that wasn’t the what happened. In addition to being charming and handsome, he is kind and wise. Any lady would be a fool not to love him. And, I’m no fool, Ashton.”

Rather than speak, he decided to let his actions do the talking as he ducked his head to kiss her, much like he had before at the ceremony. This time though, his arms wrapped around her lower back, holding her tightly as her eyes fluttered shut and she melted into him. Fuck duty, they both thought, love was far better.

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