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aster-ria · 7 years ago

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Heirs of Prythian Profiles

Name: Artemas "Art"

Birthday: 31. December

Age (600 Years after Acowar(a.A.)): 571

Epithets/Nicknames:

Moon's Hunter

Nightbringer

Most Powerful Fae/Being/Future High Lord

Archer of Destruction and Death

Little Moon (by family)

Position/Titles:

Prince of Night

Heir of Night

Future High Lord of the Night Court

Magical Abilities:

Misting

Glamouring

Winnowing

Healing

Daemeti Power

Flight by Wings

Magic of all Courts (Same as Feyre's)

Family:

Rhysand and Feyre (Parents)

Arianna and Asteria (little Sisters)

Nesta, Elain, Leda Morrigan and Amren (Aunts)

Cassian, Lucien, Azriel and Varian (Uncles)

Hemera, Helena, Aurelia, Callista, Felicia, Cadan, Cleon, Echo, Morena, Morpheus, Pluton (Cousins)

Tamlin, Rosary, Primula, Briallen, Rubin, Jaicen (In-Laws)

Sexuality: Demisexual

Romances:

Jemima (ex-girlfriend)

Laverna (Mate/Wife)

Best Friends: Cadan, Hemera, Nikos, Rubin

Squads:

Heirs of Prythian

Night Court's Future Inner Circle

Night-Archeron Cousins

Hem-Cad-Art Trio

Hobbies: Painting, Hunting, Reading

Three characteristics to describe them:

Lazy, Charismatic, Cunning

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Aesthetics: 1 & 2 & 3 & 4

Well I would love to know where to start with him.... But he is in fact the only character who I have developed in so much details in my head so far .... But let's see ... This is going to be a long one ... Ah I know!

On the last day of the year in the early hours of the evening, the High Lady of the Night Court was going into labor, the heir would be born soon, in excitement und anticipation the family of the High Lord and Lady waited in front of the room, the High lady was giving birth in. After hours of waiting, in the middle of night, the heir was born with a mighty scream that shook the whole night court itself. The newborn heir released so much magic that all the other High lords took notice.

And with that Artemas announced his presence, his magic, and his power to Prythian.

Of course the Court of Dreams (and family) were surprised, they did expected strong magic in Art but not on that level nor at that age, since he was not even a minute old. But after the first scream, no other powers were released from Art, but they still could feel the power radiating off him. But this didn't hinder nor squished the joy of the family to welcome their newest member. The High Lord himself was crying while holding his son.

Art was powerful from the very beginning and had strong magic as a baby. His temper tantrums - from when he was young - are very famous in the Night Court, because if he felt something too strongly, his magic acted out.(It still does that sometimes, but only when he gets a panic-attack. And when he does have a panic-attack, don't try to help, just run and wait until the dangers of dying are over. Only then help him. He is probably unconscious by then and save to approach.)

When he once was 6 months old, he started crying so hard and so loud, that he plunged Velaris in complete darkness for half an hour, because than Feyre, Rhys, Nesta, Cadan, Elain, Hemera (the Archeron sisters were meeting for tea and cake with their children and Rhys winnowed later in panic to them after the darkness came) got him to calm down and sleep. This is one of the famous "temper tantrums events" Cadan and Hemera (especially Hemera) will tease him about for eternity. And Art is actually really easy to tease, because he will blush and huff and pout and whine no matter his age.

Rhys doesn't have the ability to really say no to his children or his nieces and nephews. So Art, Ari and Asta are spoiled, none of them will deny it. So therefore Art always gets what he wants one way or another. When he was little, he simply mostly made puppy-eyes and pouted at the adults and he almost always got whatever he wanted. But now he uses mostly loopholes, manipulation and a little blackmailing. He is very cunning and knows exactly how to talk to people to get what he wants.

Art was on both parts a very easily to entertain and a very easily distracted child. It depends on how you try to entertain him. Because if you gave him paper and colourful crayons (or at least the Prythian equivalent of that) or paints, there was a good chance that he will barely move from his spot for hours.

(Fun story: Elain was once babysitting Art when he was 3, but it was good weather outside, so she decided to do some gardening outside. So she put Art on the magical enchanted blanket, like she did with Hemera and Cadan before, under some shadows with some paper, fingerpaint, colorful pencils, his bottle with juice and some snacks. The blanket had spell on it e.g. to warn her if the baby wants/tries to leave the blanket, to keep the baby on it until someone is there to take baby, to warn Elain if something is wrong with the baby, to keep the baby from harming itself accidentally, etc. Everything to keep a baby safe, in one place, alive and protected. And she didn't go that far off, to do some gardening. At first she looked after Art every few minutes, but after three hours straight, she realised she hadn't looked at him once and no spell was activated. So in growing panic she turned around and is stunned. Because Art was lying on his stomach, talking to himself and drawing. His bottle was almost empty and half of the snacks were gone. And Art looked happy that nobody was bothering him. Elain didn't want to disturb him but it was getting late and she had promised Art to decorate his favourite cookies (sugar cookies (he loves to decorate them)). So she gently asked him what he was doing and Art almost jumped out of his skin, turned his head, looked Elain dead in the eye, smiled and said: "Auntie Elain! I forgot about you! Sorry!" He only then looked at his surroundings and than sat up and yelped: "We wanted to decorate cookies!" He stood, took a giggling Elains hand and dragged her inside. And with that everyone found out later how easily you can entertain Art, if you leave him to himself sometimes.)

Or you could read him/let him read a story and if it is either a love story/fairy tale or a spooky/horror story, he will listen/read wide-eyed and curious/awed glimmer in his eyes. Everything else was a gamble, if he would be entertained or would abonden it and do something else.

Art is a logical thinking Fae even as a child, he understood pretty early on how powerful he is or even more going to be. Which makes him on some level practically invincible, so little Art came to the easy conclusions that no real creature/monster could kill him, so his last shards of fear of them fall away on a very young age. But he never really got scared of anything to begin with, nothing is too horrifying or terrifying to him.

He finds Bryaxis cute (when he was five, he begged Rhys and Feyre for months to allow him to make Bryaxis his pet. They only allowed him that as long as he stays in the library when they are in Velaris and that he will never ask them again, if he could have any other creature as a pet. Because he did that a lot.), the Suriels are really interesting and cool (he liked to sit in their laps when he was little and listen to the stories they would tell him), various monsters, that haunt the forest of Prythian, are either pretty, beautiful (on an odd level) or cute and also very easy prey. No Creature or Being scares him. He even finds Hewn City aesthetically pleasing and appealing to the eye (he still doesn't like most of the people there but he likes to chill and party there with friends).

The only thing/being Art is scared of, is the Cauldron itself. At first he wasn't afraid of it, but when he was about 300 years old, they (Night-Archeron Family) visit Drakon and Miryam on their island. And since the Cauldron is hidden there, It wanted to have revenge against the Archerons and Amren. And It wanted it to happen, where it would hurt them the most, so It attacked their children. However the spells and enchantments on the Cauldron, prevented It from killing them directly, so the overgrown bathtub took a more mental and also more painful approach. And so after a few minutes after the Night-Archeron Family touched down on the island, Art, Ari, Asta, Cad, Cleon, Hemy, Hely, Aura, Feli and Pluton (yes, not Calla because the Cauldron loves her) fell to the ground spamming, screaming and holding their heads. The Archeron Sisters and Amren of course had felt the Cauldron and It's doing, tried to counter It. But their Children started bleeding from their eyes, noses, mouths and ears. The Cauldron had released a loud white noise in their heads. Their brains were being fried and they came very close to dying. But Rhys, Mor and Az had all of them winnowed as far as possible and as fast as possible. They barely survived and they needed months to recover from that horrible experience. Since then Art and the Rest are mentally scarred for life. And the Cauldron still sometimes taunts them in the back of their head. Even the mere possiblity of the Cauldron being in near proximity to them, will send all of them running in the opposite direction. (Yes to answer your unasked question, if Art could get close to it, he could destroy it with only a few little problems. But he will never (if the world isn't ending) get close to it.)

Artemas did go to the Illyrian Training Camps, because he mainly needed allies from the Illyrians (and to know how to fight without magic, but that was just an afterthought). Art's Dream for when he is the High lord is to a unifie the Night Court between the Illyrians, Hewn City and Velaris. And with that create a strong, more peaceful and powerful Court. But for that he realised he needed allies in both Velaris and Hewn City. But he also needed close friends and allies from the Illyrians to get most of them on his side. So he went to the camps with the full intend to make as many friends as possible there. That friends making wasn't the problem though, because Art always has been a very charismatic, kind, funny and respectful. Making friends is easy to him. This is also where he met and befriended his best friend/future Commander of the Illyrian Armies Nikos, and his future General Commander Of the Night Court's Armies Marcella (short Marcy).

The only problem he had, was that he didn't like close physical fights, because his first instinct for everything is magic. And since he had a lot it didn't end very well for him and his opponent, when he accidentally used some while sparing. So he needed very early on a lot of restrainers on him, to block his magic but the older he got and the stronger his magic grew, the more restrainers he needed because he kept breaking them a lot. But his magic wasn't the only thing that hindered him but also his sheer dislike of physical confrontation and fights. They made him uncomfortable. (well they still make him uncomfortable and also send him sometimes into panicking) Because of that he developed a fighting style, that mainly is about distance, dodging, hiding and getting the opponent defeated as fast as possible and with as little contact as possible. It worked but none of the camp lords nor most of his opponent were any kind of happy with that. He was always walking on a thin line in the camps when it comes to the rules and traditions. It was also here, where his enjoyment of loopholes and finding the easy way out began. The camp lords were angry and annoyed with this behaviour and he was almost punished every other week (no not leashes (he only got 3 leashes in his entire stay there) just some work here and there, some cleaning up etc.) And through that he learnt a lot of patience and discipline (which he lacked as a child). And this was the only other good thing that come out of his stay and training. He still very lazy though, that didn't change much.

All of this is also the reason why his preferred weapons are bow and arrows. He loves it. The distance, the concentration, the calculation, the easiness to hold a bow, the elegance, the creativity with the arrows. He swears he was born to be an Archer. It is perfect for him. Feyre had taught him when he was around 7, because he saw her using a bow and was immediately interested. But he honed his skill to near perfection in the camps. This was one of the only things the camp lords were never annoyed about with him.

He ended his training barely within the standards and was actually glad to go home and not partake in the bloodrite, but after he was almost done with packing and only a few hours before the bloodrite, the camp lord informed him that he actually would participate in it. Art's Brain shut down after the lord was done explaining and it only restarted when was already thrown out in the forest for the rite. But the rite wasn't actually that hard for him. It still wasn't easy, but not as hard as he feared it would be. Marcy found him by accident and was surprised to see him there. They started to search for Nikos right after. After they found him, they come to the agreement that Art would provide them with the fastest and safest way and how to survive in this wilderness. Marcy and Nikos would fight the others off. So began the literal hide and seek between the other Illyrians (who wanted either revenge for lousy fights or just wanted to get their hands on a quarter-breed and the heir of the night) and Art (who didn't fought once in the entire bloodrite and was glad about it), since he avoided them as much as possible. And within a week the come to the top of the mountain and finished the bloodrite almost as fast as Rhys, Cass and Az did. Art spent his Bloodrite just hiding and running away from fights. And he will proudly announced that to anyone who asks him about it.

Art has absolutely no pride in being a warrior or being from Illyrian blood, he finds the notion of having pride of something like that very stupid for himself. Though he does respect people who has that kind of pride in them, it's just not up his alley. He will admit publicly that he is not good at fighting and that almost anyone with combat training could beat him, well as long as it is purely combat, but if magic is allowed, you will get your ass handed to you in seconds, because even then Art doesn't want to fight anyone any longer than he needs to.

There is also another reason for why he will avoid fights involving any kind of weapons like his life depends on it, but more on that someday later. It has something to do with his PTSD. He has three triggers that will give him panic-attacks. They have various levels of how fast they make him panicking and lose control. The slowest is being surrounded by at least three armed individuals who are trying to kill or fight him. The next one is being hanged by his wrists over his head. It gets worse if he can't touch the ground with his feet or if can't use his magic. And the fastest is having any kind of blade near his throat or neck. If he panics in any of this situation, he will shortly after fall unconscious and his magic will explode out of him and destroy everything in a few miles radius. (he once almost completely halft a Mountain) If you are really close to him when that happens, you are most definitely death, since Art has no control in that moment. But these moments don't happen really that much since Art is avoiding them like they are a plague and with almost childish stubbornness.

So to make one thing clear, Art is a lazy ass. Everyone knows it. Art is lazy. If he finds a way not to do something himself or an easier way to get it done, then he will not hesitate to use that way. He will also never hesitate to ask for help, if he thinks someone will make it easier or do it completely for him, because they can do it better than. Art knows what he can and can't do, therefore he will not waste time and energy to try to do it himself, when he can just ask someone right away to help him. Art never does more than he absolutely needs to do. And these things he will do fast, efficiencently and perfectly. It is an absolute nightmare to get him to train, because you will need literal years to have him agree to training. He almost ever refuses to do everything that is taxing or tiring (except hunting, flying, archery(he loves all that shit)). But also if someone, who he loves (his friends and family), loves that activity that they ask him to join in, than he will probably do it for them with a lot of complaining (in a mostly teasing and humourous way)(well except for fighting even if it is Ari's and Echo's favorite thing in the world). Art loves to make people happy and likes to help them. But he will never go completely out of his way for anyone (except for Laverna), but he will try to help as best as he can manage.

He has a lot of people employed in his office even before he is high lord, because they make his life a lot easier. And yes he has an office building, because his parents are giving him a lot work to do, to prepare him to take over the Night Court. He also has three writers employed just for his paperwork, because him writing something longer than half a page is preposterous. He would either mentally or verbally dictate what they should write down. (They also have a better handwriting than him. Artemas handwriting is messy, rushed and inconsistent, which contradicts his artistic side and makes him mad at himself.)

(Fun Story: The Heirs need to do reports about their findings and solutions in the Biannual "Prythian Court Meeting", since they have their own little meeting. Art tried to get his writers to do it for him, but Rhys (as a little revenge plan) made the law about them so airtight that Art - to his horror and dismay - was forced to handwrite all the reports. But since all the heirs were not that happy with this law, they decided to make their longest report yet. This was their revenge, because their parents need to read them. So they made a 150 paged report, were every possible solution was listed and every solution was explained in excruciating detail and also how effective they would be etc. It was informativ but also very painful to read, because the writing style was awful and overly overcomplicated. And the High Lords and ladies needed to read them. And the heirs even controlled and tested if they read them with some buzzwords that were hidden in the texts. And since neither the HoPs nor the High Lords and Ladies wanted this to ever happen again, so decided that the maximum number of pages is 50. The only really good thing that came out of this, was the combination of two solutions for the problem, of which one the high lords and ladies never thought of.)

Art at this age has already a complete Inner Circle and all of them are monster when it comes to magic, powers and/or combat. His Inner Circle has ten members (if you count the future high lord and high lady in than they have 12 but I don't so just ten). Five males and five females. (Five of them are family to Art) They are going to be the strongest and most efficient Court in whole Prythian and also in history. And also the most independent, since Art is "training" and "designing" them into being able to function without him or with only the minimum input from him.

Since this is already over 3k Words long, I think that this will be enough for now. And I am not done with Art yet, but I don't think I will write for any another of my HoPs even close to that number. I will probably continue Art someday, since I love him so much. He such a Lazy Smartass. He is the best. 😉

If someone has any questions about Art or any of the other Characters, feel free to ask. I'd love to answer them. 😊

Which one of the Heirs should i do next? (please no little siblings except for Ari, because i don’t really want to do younger siblings berfore older ones. Thanks)

Tags: @thelaziestgeek @iamthebonecarver @mindnumbmikey

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heirs-of-prythian · 6 years ago

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Young Heirs of Prythian

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3

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heirs-of-prythian · 6 years ago

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Heirs of Prythian • Name Meanings

Morena and Morpheus

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heirs-of-prythian · 6 years ago

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Morpheus and Kyron

How did Morpheus and Kyron (Morphon(Moron)/Kyreus) got together for @thelaziestgeek (3&4/??)

Short answer: Artemas and Morena

Long answer:

Art was and still is a big fan of Kyron's horror books. So in one of the signings Kyron and Art started talking and became friends over time over multiple meetings. Kyron was completely aesthetic that someone loved his books as much as Art does, how who can tell you his favourite scenes word for word with also the page numbers.

Morpheus was because of Art also a big fan of Kyron's books (as was Morena). So Morph was excited to meet Kyron too. But Morph is kinda not that good with people in the beginning of meeting them, so the first meeting Morph had with Kyron was of course together with his sister Morena. And Morph in true social awkward fashion maybe said one sentence. Kyron didn't mind that much, because Kyron doesn't mind talking as someone is listening. It's here where Morph got his crush on Kyron. Which made him even more nervous to talk to Kyron.

The second meeting between Kyron and Morpheus was with Art, because Morph couldn't go alone, because 1) nervous and probably won't say a word or stutter, 2) there's a chance that he would fall asleep before the meeting (or date as Art liked to call it) to avoid his crush entirely.

The meeting went pretty well in Art's opinion, Kyron and Art talked as usual, Morph maybe said two sentences with at least every other word stuttered. Morpheus is a nervous wreck when it comes to his crushes.

In Morph’s opinion the meeting was a disaster and shouldn't happen again. Ever. Which Art wasn't happy about, because Art likes to play matchmaker and he thought that Kyron and Morph would actually fit well together. But Art wouldn't force his cousins/family into relationships. So except for inviting Morph to meetings with Kyron, or offered to set up a date/meeting between Kyron and Morpheus here and there. Morpheus always said no. Though he didn't know if it made him feel better or not about his crush.

Some time flies by, and Morph was mostly over Kyron (at least he thinks he was), but out of nowhere Art announced that he will write a book. And he asked Morie and Morph to proofread and give tips. So everybody already new it was going to be a horror book, or at least a very scary book.

The mor twins of course agreed to help Art with his book. Which meant that they would be kinda heavily involved in it. But Morph find out a little to late, that Kyron would actually “write down” (as in letting Art dictate most of it and Kyron would just write it down) the book and give much needed tips for writing and story structure etc.

But Morph already agreed to help, so backing out at that point wasn't an option at all. Morpheus had also the feeling that Art did these completely on purpose (which he kinda did).

So that meant a lot of Kyron and Morph interacting. And since Morph “was over his crush”, he actually could talk to Kyron pretty normally. And so they started talking and talking, even outside of the book meetings, on “not dates” dates. And they discovered they had much more in common that just their love for horror. Both loved naps and sleeping. Both are procrastinators. Both love tea , though Morph likes Peppermint tea and Kyron likes green tea with lemon and honey. They even have the same favourite bedtime stories. And many things more. Kyron was also very fascinated with Morph Dreamwalker ability. And got from Morph a lot of new ideas for new books. And slowly Kyron fell in love with Morph's Humor, ramblings, love for horror, sleeping face, dreamworlds he creates, and his (in Kyron's opinion most beautiful) smile.

And Kyron wasn't really sure how Morph felt about him, since Morph made any indication that he wanted more than friendship from Kyron. So they continued to have so many “not date” dates, that they were basically dating already with neither actually realising it. For Kyron it was more in the ranks of ignored wishful thinking, while for Morph it was more of a small voice in the back of his head that he ignored and didn't listen too.

So one day, during Starfall, about a week before the official release of Art's book, Morph realized that he was never over really over his crush for Kyron and now has fallen in love with Kyron's laugh, ranting, love for horror, writing, smile and the sparkles in his eyes when he talks about his books.

So now both are hopelessly in love with each other, without realising that the other is loving them back. And in short both are just hopeless.

So in a small panic Morph goes to Morie, (because why wouldn't you go to your beloved older sister for help?) And tells her that he is in love with Kyron. And Morie is like “Duh of course you are. You two have been dating for months now!” And Morph is confused by that and is like “We haven't been dating, Morie!”

And Morie looks him dead in the eye and tells him “I don't know what to tell you Morph, you have been definitely dating for months. Or how do you want to explain the two to three -sometimes even four- dates a week. Or You bringing Kyron to family parties? Wake up, Little Ghost!” Pet him on his cheek and told him “Just ask Kyron out for real. Don't worry he likes you back. And you are so cute together. And remember, older sister knows best” and Morie than called Kyron over who walked by and gives her little brother a smile and a push and leaves.

Morpheus was already blushing and red-faced when Kyron finally got to him. They talk a little, enjoying the falling “stars” and than Morph just blurts out while staring at Kyron's face “For you want to go on a date tomorrow evening?”

And Morph didn't know who was more surprised by the question, him or Kyron. But after a few heartbeats if silence, Kyron says yes.

And they have been dating for about 50 years now and are actually engaged.

(Kyron proposed first, but Morph already had a ring too, Kyron just got to it first.)

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heirs-of-prythian · 6 years ago

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#heirs of prythian #hop memes #morena archeron #morpheus #hemera #laverna perranna #my oc

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heirs-of-prythian · 6 years ago

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Heirs of Prythian Hogwarts AU

House Slytherin

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heirs-of-prythian · 6 years ago

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5 Times Echo Wanted A Big Brother ... Part 1

Hi guys! I'm done with my newest fic about Azriel's Daughter Echo and Cadan, which is supposed to be a One-shot, but Tumblr is being a bitch about it, so I decided to split it into 6 parts for this website. I'll post a new part everyday.

If you want to read the whole fic, you can find it on Ao3. The link is in my Fic Masterlist, which is linked in my blog description.

This fic is also for the anon, who requested a Fic about adult Cadan. I have played with this fic idea for a long time, but your request has finally pushed me to writing it. I hope you like it.

This (when completed) fic is my longest fic yet! And I hope you'll have as much reading it, as I did writing it.

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Three little girls are playing together. Three little girls are twirling and running and jumping around in colorful dress. What game they were exactly playing nobody knows. They seem to change the rules on a whim. Only a child could imagine a coherent game that includes tiny pink painted wood swords, six blankets, 15 pillows, 20 stuffed animal toys, two pack of Card Games, Three flags on sticks, 12 tiaras, a bed, chalk, two buckets, two tiny tables, three sets of children tea sets and for whatever reason one broom. Whatever they were playing, the three little girls are having the time of their life, screaming a war cry, jumping from the bed onto the heap of pillows they just laid out before climbing on top of the bed.

The first to jump down is the oldest of the three, being over 5 years old. Her Raven black hair is in a very messy braid, some of her hair already escaped and falls wildy into her face. On her head sits slightly crooked a violet tiara. Her face is flushed from playing and screaming. The blush makes her freckles across her cheeks and nose stand out. Her blue-grey eyes are sparkling like stars on a clear night sky. She was also the palest of the three. Matching the tiara, she is wearing a violet dress. Two playing cards stick out from her dress pockets. Her dark bat-like wings are tucked behind her tightly. She is barefoot. Her hands are covered in blue chalk, as is her forehead and her dress. She lands with a soft thump in the mountains of pillows, nearly being completely swallowed by them. With a laugh she frees herself from it and races back to the other side of the bed to climb on top again.

The second to jump was also the second oldest, having just turned 5 years old two weeks ago. She also had a braid as the girl before her, but it came apart not that long ago. Her black hair is tucked behind her ears, keeping it out of her face. The green tiara is almost falling off her head. Her amber brown eyes are alight with joy. Her chubby cheeks are red. The golden skin nearly glowing. To keep up the trend, her green dress matches her tiara, but instead of cards, a tiny teddy bear is peaking out her pocket. Her wings, the same as the first one's, are folded neatly. She is wearing two different colored socks, one light blue, one dark pink. Her hands seem to be clean, but her dress has white chalk stains.

She jumps and lands on her back with a delighted laugh, before she rolls down the pillow mountain. Jumping back up, she runs around her bed to climb up again. Yes, the girls are certainly playing in her room.

The last and the youngest one, is only 4 years and 6 months old. And she looks the most different from the other two. Her gold brown hair is braided into five different braids that fall messily around her head and face. Her blue tiara fell off some time again. Now her hair is covered in different chalk colors. As was half her face. Her almost bronze colored skin makes the chalk even more stand out. Her fawn brown eyes shine like sunshine and she smiles a big and toothy grin. Her blue dress was also covered in chalk. As are her hands and barefoot feet. She looks like she fell into a pool of chalk dust and rolled around in it. She could make clouds by moving. Her pockets seem to contain two play tea cups and chalks.

She jumps with a scream and lands with a chalk cloud and a giggle. She tries to get out of the pillow mountain before she was completely submerged. After she managed to crawl out of it with the encouragement of the other two, she just continues crawled around the bed while laughing.

This goes on for two more rounds, when they are interrupted. “Girls, it's late! Could you please clean up before you two get picked up?” Asks a beautiful winged female in the doorway, looking over the chaos the girls have created. The girls make a sound of disappointed.

“Mom, can't we play just a little longer, please?” Pleads the second one with puppy-eyes. “Yes, please?” The other two follow suit. “I'm sorry, Echo, girls, but I have already let you play way longer than usual and this is a mess.” The girls make a grunt in disappointment, but say a small, but defeated fine. But Echo's mother wasn't done. “Arianna, Aurelia, wash of the chalk first.” The girls look down on themselves and than internally agree that yes that should be off before they clean up. “Where did you even get that? We don't own chalk.” “I brought it with me. But now it seem it gone up in dust and clouds of dust.” Aurelia, the chalk covered child admitted with a solemn smile at nothing in particular.

“Move, Aura we still need to wash it off, before we can help Echo!” Arianna, the oldest, demands. She pushes Aura slightly into the direction of the bathroom and while pointing at Echo, who already picks the tea sets back together where they were strewn around In-between stuffed animals and blankets. Ari takes Aura's hand impatiently and strings her behind her, before Aura could move herself. Giggling at being dragged forward, Aura starts skipping to catch up with Ari. Echo meanwhile finds Aura's tiara and places it on her dresser. With a fond smile, Leda, the only grown up in the house at the moment, leaves her daughter and her nieces to their own chaos.

After ten minutes and some shouting and sounds of chaos, which don't sound promising, the doorbell rings. At the sound the girls let out a shriek and the sounds out of Echo's room get more fanatic and chaotic. Shaking her head with a smile, Leda opens the door to reveal three fae. The first through the door and greeting and hugging his Auntie Leda, is Artemas, a Raven haired and lanky fae and Arianna's older brother. The red haired and rather tall female, Hemera, Aurelia's oldest sister, greets and hugs Leda next. The last one, a black haired and buff Half-Illyrian, Cadan, her nephew and the other's cousin, copies Art and Hemy.

“Girls, your pickups are here!” Leda shouts and ushers her older niece and nephews, into the living room.

“We're almost done!” Ari screams back, immediately. “You have five minutes, Ari! Dinner at home is already ready. So move your butts!” Art shouts back. “You said butts!” Aura's giggles can be heard in the living room. “We also don't have that much time, Aura! Mom said dinner's almost ready and grandpa is visiting for dinner.” Hemera hollers back. “We're almost done!” Echo shouts calmly back.

“You want anything to drink, dears?” Leda asks already standing up. “No need Aunt Le, we're fine.” Cadan says and tugs her down to sit again. It wasn't the biggest surprise to see Cadan here, even if he didn't have anyone to pick up. He loves his younger cousins, and was most probably just hanging out with Hemy and Art before coming here. And just decided to go with them, either due to boredom, to hang out with his best friends more, or to see his younger cousins.

He is always welcome in their home, Leda is just happy to see him again.

As they wait for the girls to be done cleaning up, the trio and Leda just talked about trivial things and updates in their personal and familial lifes. At the same time they also partly listen to the sounds of madness from Echo's room.

“I think we're done!” Echo says as she stands in from of her closed door, looking over her room. Ari and Aura standing beside her, nodding and looking rather proud. The room does infact look pretty clean. Here and there are still some things out of place, but otherwise the room looks vastly different from a few minutes before. Both Ari and Aura already had their bags and shoes in hand. Aura's tiara has found its way back on her head. Ari's braid had been so loose that she needed to open it up and put her hair into a ponytail.

Echo opens the door and let's a storming Ari and a skipping Aura out before she follows them to the living room. As they march, if you can call it marching with one charging, one skipping and one jogging, into the living room, the adults in the room stood. Because they know what's comes next.

The Archeron-Night greeting ritual.

A family tradition they adore.

A spiel to say hello and goodbye.

A thing they always do. And always will do.

And the spiel begins.

Ari immediately charges to Hemera and jumps into her open and waiting arms. Ari screams a delighted “Hi, Little Sun!” while Hemy in return mumbles a “Hi, Little Night!” into Ari's hair, avoiding the tiara.

Aura at the same time bounces into Cadan's outstretched arms with a sunny “Hilla, Little Hero!”. Cad laughs out a “Hilla, Sunshine!”, as Aura knocks into him.

Echo, a moment behind Aura, jumps into Art, his arms coming only around her as she makes contact with him. She greets him with a merry “Hi, Little Moon!”. Art purrs out a content “Hi, Little Wonder!” against her temple.

They all hug for a few seconds, before the girls are released and already jumping to the next person.

The spiel continues.

This time Ari lands in Cadan's arms, Aura in Art's and Echo in Hemy's. Greetings are exchanged again and the hugs last a little.

And the spiel is finished for now.

Ari finally jumps into her older brother’s arms and greets him the same as the others. Aura also is now in her oldest sister's arms and greets her in kind. Echo on the other hand lands into arms of one of her only three male cousins, Cadan. The only other male cousin she has, beside Art, is Morpheus, Aunt Mor's son. But Echo likes Cadan the best from her male cousins, even if Art is a good challenger for the top spot.

“Why do you all stink like chalk?” Hemy asks as she sniffs Aura and the air. “Because we played with chalk!” Aura begins merrily. “It got a little out of hand” Echo continues a little apologetic. “Aura was practically dosed in it!” Ari finishes their statement, swinging her feet. “I made pretty chalk dust clouds!” Aura tells them in a wondrous tone, as if she is imagine them in her head.

“Oh Sunshine, you'll definitely need to take a bath before dinner!” Hemera begins as Aura cheers at the mention of bathing. She does like bathing time. A lot. “A quick one, because Mom would never let you to the table like that.” Aura just hums and tilts her head.

“I don't need a bath right? Art?” Ari suddenly asks loudly, drawing the attention to her. Art sniffs and looks at her closely. “I don't think so, Ari. I think a change of clothes should do,” Art shrugs “Now say goodbye to Auntie Leda, Hemy and Cad, Echo and Aura, in that order.” And he sets her down, vanishing her bag and shoes.

At this Echo realizes, she is still in Cadan's warm and strong embrace. She had been in the same height as her friends and was not looking up to them as she most of the time would.

Looking up at them was not one of Echo's favorite things to do. It reminded her of something she doesn't like to think about. That she is an only child and is envious of Ari and Aura having older siblings. By the mother she would love to have an older sibling, she dreams of it sometimes, what it would be like to have an older brother or sister. A big brother like Artemas or Cadan. That would be the dream. A dream that will never come true.

Echo is suddenly startled out of her envious thinking, as Cadan sets her down too, to say goodbye to the others.

And the whole spiel begins again.

Almost everybody hugs and says goodbye to almost everybody. Echo has a feeling she misses a small detail in the goodbye ritual of their family.

After the ritual was done, the two older faes with their little sisters in their arms move to the door, they are trailered by the rest. Finally goodbyes are said as Art and Hemy vanish into nothingness as the crossed the lawn.

Looking a little bit at where she last saw her cousins, Echo sighs, she needs to finish cleaning up her room. Her mother would not be that happy with the way it is right now. She turns and runs right into Cadan's leg.

Startled and baffled she looks up, eyes wide, mouth open in surprise and disbelief. Cadan raises both eyebrows at her. He can't raise one eyebrow.

“What are you still doing here?” Echo knows that the question is rude. But that's the only question that her brain is able to release. She hears her mother beginning of a reprimand, but Cadan throws his head back and laughs. Her mother sighs and smiles softly at Cadan and than goes back into the house.

“Because, Little Wonder, I was invited to dinner and I accepted.” Cadan tells her with a big grin, not acknowledging his Aunt Le's retreat. “And I didn't really had anything else to do today.”

Echo blinks at him and tilts her head with a frown. “Don’t you have Family dinner with Uncle Cass and Aunt Nesta?”

“Ha No, they have date night tonight. I would rather be anywhere but there.” He ends his statement with a shudder. Then he turns and asks into the house. “Speaking of dinner, can I help you with that, Aunt Le?”

“Don't be silly, Little Hero, you're a complete guest tonight. But if you really want to help, than help Echo finish cleaning up her room.” Her mother voice is carried over from the kitchen. The smell of roasted chicken and potatoes and spices is finally reaching the open doorway. Cadan chuckles and than bends down to pick Echo up again.

“Now Echo shall we start our quest of defeating the enemy in your room to report a victorious ending on our side to the Lady of the house?”

Echo starts laughing but nods as Cadan carries her into the house, letting the door close behind him, and into her room.

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Heirs of Prythian Profile

Name: Morena "Morie" Archeron

Birthday: 10.November

Age (600 a.a.): 544

Hair colour: blond

Eye colour: dark grey, almost black

Outward appearance:

since she and her twin are adopted, She doesn't look like Mor, Just eerily similar since they are distantly related. Morie has three scar (like claw marks) going down her face. All start on her forehead above her right eyebrow and the longest one (middle one) ends beside her left lipcorner, going over her nose. The other are shorter. One ends just above her left eye, through her eyebrow and the other goes through her right eye and ends on her cheek. Her vision is slightly damaged on that eye.

Epithets/Nicknames:

Mistbearer

One of the Nightmare Twins

Your Awake Nightmare

Queen of Illusions

Little Wraith (by Family)

Positions/Titles:

Princess of Night

Princess of Velaris

Duchess of Day

Future Queen of Velaris

Magical Abilities:

Glamouring

Winnowing

Healing

Mist Manipulation

Illusions

Darkness Manipulation

Family:

Morrigan (Adopted Mother)

Morpheus (little Twin Brother)

Feyre, Elain, Nesta, Amren and Leda (Aunts)

Rhysand, Lucien, Cassian, Varian and Azriel (Uncles)

Artemas, Arianna, Asteria, Cadan, Cleon, Hemera, Helena, Aurelia, Callista, Felicia, Echo, Pluton and Auryn (Cousins)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Romances:

Bellatrix (Ex-Lover)

Quint (Ex-boyfriend)

Linnet (ex-girlfriend)

Cadan Archeron (Mate/Husband)

Best Friends: Helena, Laverna, Isolde, Marcella, Lethe, Fiona

Squads:

Hely-Morie-Morph Trio

Night-Archeron Cousins

Night Court's Future Inner Circle

Hobbies:

Knitting, Reading Horror, Shopping

Three characteristics to describe them:

Cunning, Confident, Protective

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

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heirs-of-prythian · 6 years ago

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5 Times Echo Wanted A Big Brother... Part 2

Here is part 2 of 6 (or 7, It depends on Tumblr being a bitch or not).

Azriel this time makes his appearance!

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Echo stands in her room. Hands on hips. Strands of hair are held back from her face by turquoise hair clips. She wears a green top and gray shorts with flowers stitched on it. Wings folded. A open bag lays in front of her feet. The bag already contains some things she could need for crafting.

She had a crafting date with all her cousins, except for Hemera. Because they are going to make birthday presents for Little Sun. Her birthday is in two days, on summer solstice, the longest day of the year. Hemera is turning 89 years old, which to Echo sounds old. But not as old as her parents or uncles and aunts are.

And now Art and Ari had invited everyone of the cousins except for the birthday girl to craft and make some presents for her. Which means the whole bunch would be there, Hely and Aura, Morie and Morph, Art and Ari and Cad. Echo was more than excited, Art is incredible talented when it comes to all things creative and he could definitely help her.

She actually doesn't need to bring anything. She has no doubt that Art had stocked up with everything. But she has something in mind and she needs the things in her bag for that. Probably. Just in case. Maybe she really didn't need to bring anything. Crossing her arms, the tiny Illyrian bites her upper lip between her teeth and sucks on it a little. Maybe she should just take “Asher”, her toy dog with her.

Asher is her favourite stuffed animal, he appears to be a grey Cú Faoil/Wolfhound with red eyes. She got Asher with a name already attached to it, but as a baby, she had a little trouble pronouncing the name correctly and would call it “Assa/Asha” sometimes. According to everyone, Cadan has gifted her it when she was born.

But Echo's thinking got interrupted by her father calling her. “Echo, your pickup is here!” Her pickup? Her Dad isn't going to take her to Ari? “Coming!” Curious Echo makes a quick decision and bends down to pick up Asher and goes to the front door.

Upon seeing who stands in the door, Echo brightens and she lets out a sound of delight.

Cadan! Cadan is picking her up!

He is dressed in a simple red shirt and black trousers. His shoulder long black hair is partly in a bun, keeping it out of his face. His wings aren't visible. His arms loosely on his side. He talks with her Dad.

The spiel begins.

Echo starts sprinting and jumps. Cadan had his arms already out, ready to catch her the second she started sprinting. “Hi, Little Hero!” Echo greets with a laugh, smiling at him. Cadan adjusts her a little and answer with a “Hi, Little Wonder!”, smiling back at her. Azriel meanwhile smiles with fondness at his daughter and his nephew.

“No bag?” Cadan asks her. She shakes her head.

“Just Asher. Art should have everything already, shouldn't he?”

“Smart girl!” Cad compliments her. Echo puffs her chest in pride and than giggles. “But we should get going, Little Wonder.” He adjusts her again and practically brings her into her father's waiting arms.

Echo hugs her father and then kisses his cheek. “Bye, Daddy!”

“Bye, Little Wonder. Behave and have fun.” Az tells her and presses a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you, my little wonder.”

“I love you, too, Daddy!”

Father and daughter smile lovingly at each other for a few seconds. Than Azriel gives her back to Cadan. Echo stares and frowns when her older cousin keeps her in his arms instead of setting her down.

“We’ll winnow to Ari.” Cadan answers her unanswered question, as he walks out the door. Tightening his grip on her, Cadan winnows the second they are out on the street.

Hours later and a lot of crafting later. Everybody had their presents for their oldest member of the Archeron-Night Cousins ready. After finishing up cleaning the chaos they somehow ended up making, one by one, or more like in groups, the cousins left.

The first ones to go were Morena and Morpheus. The fraternal twins, Aunt Mor's adopted children. Both are blond and have dark grey eyes, that seem black in certain lights. Despite being only fraternal twins, they do look similar to each other. Morpheus or Morph yawns into his shoulder and is leaning slightly on his older by 16 minutes sister, who is a whole head tinier than him. Morena or Morie rolls her eyes at her brother's behaviour, it makes the three scars on her face like claw marks stand out a little. Echo didn't know how she got them, only that Morie loved them and didn't want them gone. She says it makes her look badass and scary. The Twins hold their presents for Hemy in their hands. They did basically the same thing. They bought two of Hemy's favourite books and decorated them to the theme of the books. The newly covered books looked very beautiful in Echo's opinion. Hemera will love them.

The spiel begins again.

Everybody hugs the twins and says “Bye, Little Wraith!” to Morena and “Bye, Little Ghost!” to Morpheus.

The next to leave are Helena and Aura. Hemera's little sisters. Helena or Hely, is a red head as Hemera, but her features are softer than her older sisters and freckles are splattered across her nose. Hely doesn't hold a present in her hands. She had already finished hers a week ago. It is new piece on her violin, which she composed for her older sister. Echo couldn't wait to hear it. Helena was absolutely amazing when it comes to playing her violin and composing new pieces. A complete prodigy in the musical field. And Echo loves it when Hely plays, it's always so, so beautiful. And emotional. Aurelia on the other hand has several framed pictures in her hands. All is full of colours. Nothing is untouched by Aura. Even the frames are painted and decorated. She couldn't decide which of her pictures she should give her older sister. So she will just give her all of them. In Echo's opinion, every picture Aura painted is pretty and amazing. And Aura seems to agree with her, as she smiles proudly down to them in her hands, while rocking back and forth on her heels.

And the Spiel begins again, as it always does. And they hug and say “Bye, Sunflower!” to Hely and “Bye, Sunshine!” to Aura.

All that are left are Cadan, Artemas, Arianna and Echo herself. Artemas has of course painted a painting for Hemera. But he hadn't shown it to them. He wanted it to a surprise for everybody. Which Ari didn't find fair, as he knows all their presents for Hemera. Echo did agree, but she didn't voice her agreement, due to Art teasing Ari. Arianna, to her own unending frustration, doesn't have even a little bit of a creative vein in her body. It irks her a lot especially with a older brother and mother like Artemas and Feyre. But Ari did manage to make something decent for their oldest cousin. It is a bookmark with sun charm on a string attached to it. It actually took her multiple times to make it until it came out good enough for her. The other first attempts were immediately destroyed due to frustration on Ari's part.

The only ones that still need to go are her and Cadan. Is her dad or mom coming to pick her up or….

She is disrupted in her thought as Cadan says. “We should get going, too, Little Wonder. It's getting late.” Echo snaps her head up. “You're taking me home?” She asks surprised. Cadan laughs. “I brought you here, I'm taking you home, silly.” Echo instantly brightens. “But can we walk instead of winnow?”

“Of course, Echo. You have everything?”

Echo nods and presses both Asher and her presents against her chest. She really hoped Hemy would like it. Her present. She decorated a few plain pens and pencils. To make them look prettier, for prettier notes.

Cadan pockets his gift, three empty notebooks decorated with quotes and suns and swords and flowers and crowns. Surprisingly the notebooks fit her pens. So now Hemy's notes can be even prettier. Than Cadan turns to Art and smirks. They seem to have a silent conversation, mind to mind. But then they nod and smile.

And the spiel begins again.

After saying goodbye to Little Moon and Little Night, Echo and Cadan have a fun time walking home. Echo holds Cadan's hand the entire way. They joke. They laugh. Cadan lets Echo jump around and walk on lower walls. Cadan had pocketed Echo's present for Hemy in the beginning of their walk home, so Echo could hold his hand.

But too soon the walk was over and they stand in front of her home. Echo knocks on the door. Her father opens it. “Hi you two. How was it?” Azriel asks as he lets them inside.

“It was so much fun, daddy!” Echo exclaims, eyes bright. Az laughs softly. Cadan just smiles down at her. Than looks at the clock in the hallway and winces.

“I should get going. I'm meeting Hemy and Art in the Day main library in a few.” Cadan explains and gives her the present he had been holding for her.

The spiel, the last one for Echo tonight, begins again and ends in a brise.

First he hugs Azriel and than Echo, saying his goodbye to both. And before Echo could say anything other back, Cadan already rushed out the door. Closing it behind him.

Echo frowns at the door. Upset, that Cadan left that early. “How about you tell me in detail what you did today, Little Wonder.” Az asks her, smoothing a hand down her hair. Echo almost instantly brightens. “Okay!” Her sadness about her older cousin leaving that fast already forgotten.

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