#n1ghtsongs

[ethercvl]

closed starter for @n1ghtsongs ( alaric )

a   relationship   once   started   for   the   entirety   of   pissing   of   his   sister   and   high   lady   was   something   that   the   lord   of   summer   hadn't   anticipated   that   he   would   grow   to   be   fond   of.   the   more   time   that   he   spent   with   the   scholar   the   more   he   grew   to   be   fond   of   them.   dating   someone   from   the   capital's   inner   circle   was   certainly   one   way   to   piss   off   his   sister,   but   it   also   left   him   torn.   wanting   to   support   the   scholar   but   at   the   same   time   he   was   still   with   the   summer   court's   stance.   conflicting   feelings   shoved   aside   as   the   lord   spots   the   other   in   the   dusk   court.   "alaric   i   am   relieved   to   see   you."   the   lord   soften   as   he   approached   them.   "are   you   well?"

[courtsongs]

@n1ghtsongs closed starter for percival

"i have something for you," caelan says as approaches, his hood drawn over his head. his normally shifty eyes are laser focused, his shoulders a little tense. throughout all of this insanity (which feels like an understatement in itself), it's nice to see a familiar face. he's definitely going to be pretend he's not as relieved as he is, so he keeps his cool as he gently takes percy by the arm to lead them into a corner, away from prying eyes. normally, he has his specific locations he prefers to chat with people in -- spots he knows off by heart -- but this'll have to do for now. once confident they won't be heard, his voice lowers. "it doesn't make sense to me how people think that this is the time to be raising suspicions, and yet here i am," he begins, fumbling into his pocket for a crumbled up sheet of parchment paper. he hands it to percy, but keeps eye contact the whole time, his eyes intense. "the whispers are not serious, but they are real. keep your guard up around this person, and you should be fine."

[merxxki]

for: @n1ghtsongs character: vaati location: a rocky cliff overlooking the water

vaati sits at the edge of the cliff with his legs dangling over the edge. the drop wouldn't kill him, though the impact in the water would certainly hurt. when he was young, he used to do this - sitting up high to put distance between him and his problems -- and now, despite not needing this vantage point to gain perspective -- vaati sought how high he could go while still staying close to his family. at his side, he has built a cairn, complete with an acorn cap and a small feather perched at the top. it had taken time, as the wind kept trying to push the feather over. its an old game meant for children - whomever could knock the feather off without knocking over the tower won. "do you think the dusk children played this game?" he asked without looking behind him, even through the whistling wind, he could hear them.

[slivertm]

CLOSED ; for @sparkledcrowns and @n1ghtsongs' MUSES.

in a very strange way, iain was starting to grow comfortable in their current arrangement. it wasn't home exactly, but he was starting to learn shopkeepers names. the blueprint of their lodgings were sticking to the back of his head and he was able to trace it with his eyes closed. considering that he had never truly left the spring court except for vacations to the other courts while growing up, it was strange to even start referring to a different building as 'home'.

"i never understood what it meant to be homesick..." iain muses outloud, "but i think i'm sick of missing home, you know?"

[shvdwscng]

STATUS : CLOSED ⟳ @slivertm , @n1ghtsongs

the  commander  of  the  day  court,  for  the  most  part,  kept  an  open  mind  than  most  individual  in  his  position  would.  lately,  as  much  as  he  tried,  it  was  a  difficult  task  to  continue  since  the  events  in  the  capital  that  had  led  them  all  here.  in  truth,  he  was  counting  days  to  when  they  were  free  to  return  home  and  he  could  regain  some  form  of  normalcy  in  his  life  that  he  longed  for.  the  celebrations  had  helped  just  a  bit,  allowing  himself  to  enjoy  a  good  party,  or  the  closest  thing  next  to  it  while  being  stuck  in  this  unknown  court.  the  return  of  their  abilities  certainly  did  help  his  moods,  as  did  it  knowing  that  his  high  lord  had  also  regained  his.  they  were  no  longer  sitting  ducks  should  things  awry  here.  his  arms  lift  in  position  as  he  aimed  his  arrow  at  his  target,  too  much  free  time  on  his  hand  had  certainly  allowed  the  day  fae  to  hon  his  skills.  it  was  the  rustling  of  near  him  that  had  him  pause  mid  way,  "careful,  sneaking  up  on  the  commander  who  has  a  weapon  in  hand  might  not  bode  well  for  you."

[stxrslisten]

closed starter for roland acheson — @n1ghtsongs

It was the same way her father was around, her back was slightly straighter and a whole lot stiffer, her features schooled to a perfection calm demeanor, her movement graceful and yet there was still that nervousness to her, that fear of disappointing in the only front she had, her graciousness and her appearance. "this is kind of them, is it not?" she finally manages to articulate a proper sentence after overthinking every letter that rolls off her tongue. "they are very good hosts, even in the face of being an unwanted stay on our part." and theirs.

[stxrfclls]

he  shouldn't  love  it,  but  he  does.  the  redness  of  their  skin  is  far  more  enticing  than  it  should  be,  and  he  nearly  wishes  it  to  go  away  purely  to  stop  the  temptation  that  it  demands  from  him.  but  he  manages  only  to  encourage  it,  selfish  for  the  blissful  torture  of  all  they  seem  to  manage.  is  it  planned  or  by  luck  ?  he  can't  be  sure,  but  imalda  certainly  has  managed  to  do  something  to  the  nightmare  lord  that  none  other  had  yet.  "  your  confidence  is  beautiful,  but  i  won't  judge  you  for  admitting  you  are  incorrect  about  what  makes  me  think  of  you.  "  they  were  beautiful  too,  but  he  doesn't  share  that.  surely  they  already  know,  and  the  draven  flirted  entirely  different.  the  title  spoken  nearly  pulls  a  groan  from  his  lips,  he  hates  it.  "  aydin.  please,  just  aydin.  "  his  whispered  request  is  a  prayer,  one  he's  not  even  sure  they  will  allow  him.  he  smirks,  and  tilts  his  head  as  his  eyes  remain  on  their  frame.  "  i've  been  accused  of  many  things,  love,  but  i  promise  the  way  i'm  speaking  to  you  has  an  entirely  different  reason  than  the  status  of  your  birth.  "  he  could  care  less  about  the  blood  in  one's  veins,  but  he  was  treating  them  different.  there  was  a  magnetic  pull  he  couldn't  deny  when  he  was  near  them,  and  the  way  they  replied  to  each  word  he  offered  unafraid  of  insulting  him.  it  was  the  type  of  poison  he  ran  to,  keen  on  self  destructing  beneath  the  beautiful  torture  of  their  words.  aydin's  smirk  doesn't  fade,  but  he  does  lean  down,  so  his  lips  ghost  near  their  ear.  "  i'll  be  happy  to  share  it  with  you  and  more,just  say  the  word.  "  because  that  magnetic  pull  also  demands  his  body  closer  to  their  own,  and  it  was  far  too  delicious  to  deny  how  much  he  enjoyed  the  way  they  reacted  to  him  as  well.

( 𐫱 ) 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. they  should  step  away,  they  should  leave  this  situation.  whatever  it  is.  they  do  not  want  kalore  to  believe  them  loyal  to  someone  else,  much  less  a  member  of  the  same  high  family  he  despises.  that  imalda  is  also  supposed  to  despise,  and  has,  without  question,  for  quite  some  time.  feelings  complicate  things,  sensing  the  desire  of  touching  their  hair,  how  they  wished  to  see  if  his  coarse  darkness  tasted  the  same  as  their  own.  every  swallow  aches,  and  settles  in  their  stomach,  and  sets  them  afloat.  full  lips  parting.  “never  in  my  life.” the  statement  could  continue,  but  the  sentiments  falter.  never  in  my  life  have  i  met  a  man  as  brazen  as  you;  never  in  my  life  have  i  been  spoken  to  like  this.  and  would  they  enjoy  this  attention  from  another?  (  no.  )  “lord  draven.” as  though  attempting  to  put  status  between  them  —  when  it  doesn't  have  to  matter  —  “must  you  make  my  being  so  wrong  so  impossible  to  deal  with?  nay.  you  are  impossible  to  deal  with.  would  you  speak  to  me  like  this  if  i  was  higher  born?”  it  feels  like  one  of  those  frail  things,  a  small  shield  to  thrust  in  front  of  them  to  prevent  the  burn  from  overtaking  them.  “if  i  were  so  brash  as  you,  i  would  ask  for  this  list.” and  they  are  curious.  too  curious.  rooted  to  the  spot,  with  chin  arched,  unable  to  back  down  from  the  dare  of  each  other  to  come  closer.

[cetusxcetus]

location: dusk court. the beach. time: night. with: @n1ghtsongs , asha.

SOLITUDE. He's yearned for that ever since he was teleported to this new, uneventful place. The magic was stagnant & it reeked of oddities - & not in a good way. For a while, everything was so wrong in this place - their airborne beasts might have been the only natural thing he's seen in over half a millennia he's been alive. He was yet to encounter a fae older than him, but it would be interesting to see what they told.

he found none.

But, the Summer's apothecary, who neared him in existence, found his little hideout on the vast beach that kissed the ocean, some good distance away from where the other fae mingled.

The Second commander merely inclined his head in acknowledgement of the other & after what seemed like an eternity of uncomfortable silence for the vegetation & the fauna around them, Cetus stated ;

"Came to escape the festivities, have you, dearie?"

[wcngxue]

location: dusk court. somewhere outside by the sea. time: after dusk. with: @n1ghtsongs ; silas.

FINDING herself in this strange new island, Wang Xue felt a little intimidated. She wasn't intimidated by the land or even the fae, it's just that the sudden appearance of so many peoples & their customs made her slightly panicked. She knew nothing of the Dusk court ( as did no one else, but that did not excuse her in her mind ), she was unaware of their quirks & customs & that put her in a tricky position as the emissary from Gaea.

However, it did provide her with another place to look for her older brother. Ever since he vanished from Gaea a few years ago, she was trying to find him - but not a trace of him could be felt in this strange new land. Still, she would not give up hope in finding him someday.

& finding answers to the questions she was not yet ready to ask.

Standing at the edge of the beach, she toyed with the idea to touch the sea - but the temperatures were dropping & she wasn't too keen on freezing her hands for a sudden urge. Instead, she focused on the sensation of being watched & approached, & tuned her head to greet a winged man sailing from her own homeland.

"The view is spectacular from here, but I'd really like to see it from a higher ground. Getting to know a land is a job halfway done to getting to know its people. May I be so bold to assume you've found a way through the forest to one of their mountain tops?"

[ethercvl]

closed starter for @n1ghtsongs ( tanvir )

since the arrival of all of prythian in the dusk court things had been busy for the inner circle. as a court that had never hosted another court, let alone all of them, they had a lot to learn. knowing that his spymaster was likely listening and learning of the new courts that were in their court was helpful. or at least the high lord hoped that he'd have something to report of them. the dark mother had always spoken of them as a threat so the male had to be sue of that before he could take actions. a portion of him even doubting that what they had always been told was only one side of the story. "tanvir." the high lord greeted the other. "anything to report of late?" .

[courtsongs]

closed starter for ; @n1ghtsongs / tanvir!

if they're going to be stuck here, then it's divinya's intention to learn about these people, and ally themselves with the correct ones. trust is something entirely lost on them, and the thought is nowhere near their intention as they find themselves finally catching one of them for a conversation. there are many dragon riders here, most of which are easier to identify than others. divinya approaches with their shoulders tense, eyes straight ahead, and body prepared for anything. "you are a rider of one of these dragons?" they ask, in lieu of introducing themselves. they need more information in order to figure out how to adequately protect their circle. "tell me, for those of us unacquainted with the creatures, do they pose an immediate threat, or are they within your control?"

[merxxki]

location: a library for: any | @n1ghtsongs character: amalthea

she had found ladder that allows her to scale up the tall shelves and look at the books that are tucked far out of sight. the majesty of this library is not quite as good as the library in her beloved court, but the books here are interesting and she's already searching for a book that she can compare to the book of child stories that she has always carried with her. "who doesn't have the stories of pied ten and the wolves of ranramore?" she asks herself, leaning back on the ladder to see if she can get a better look at the shelves in front of her. she looks down and sees someone looking up at her. with a cheerful wave, she asks: "do you organize these by genre and author or is there another way that i should learn about? i'm looking for children's books. I want to compare my copy to a copy here -- if it exists, and if it doesn't, I'll have to transcribe one as a gift!"

[slivertm]

CLOSED ; for @n1ghtsongs’ PERCY.

ulka had nothing but the highest degree of affection for her former lover. unsurprisingly, like all the others, percy had difficulty keeping up with her. it was to be expected. many people did, lover or not. it broke her heart to break his. still, despite going separate ways, she was always happy to pick at the brilliance within his brain.

"oh percy!" she calls out to him, melodic and sing-songy. "please don't make me chase after you!"

[shvdwscng]

STATUS : CLOSED ⟳ @n1ghtsongs ;; morgana

it  appeared  over  the  week  or  so  they  had  been  tossed  here,  her  siblings  had  been  adjusting  here  too  well  for  her  liking.  a  part  of  her  certainly  feared  they  would  not  wish  to  leave  this  court,  and  while  to  an  extent,  she  understood  their  fascination,  they  all  possessed  a  greater  desire  to  travel  -  some  more  than  others.  alina,  on  the  other  hand,  felt  a  part  of  her  entirely  suffocated  under  the  morbid  skies,  of  all  the  unknowns.  few  things,  and  a  few  people  seem  to  be  the  only  ones  who  distract  her  from  her  foul  moods  that  did  every  so  often  make  itself  known.  more  so,  when  the  screeching  of  the  reptiles  above  them  did  not  know  how  to  silence  themselves  to  allow  her  a  moment  of  serenity.  the  high  lady  of  summer  does  admit  perhaps  they  were  not  in  immediate  danger,  after  sharing  a  brief  conversation  with  the  elusive  high  lord  of  dusk,  she  found  some  insight  to  the  ruler  of  this  court.  a  few  other  discoveries  were  also  made  along  the  way,  such  as  her  morgana's  newfound  interest  in  the  particular  individuals  of  this  court.  honey  hues  find  the  younger  sibling  instantaneously,  it  was  not  difficult  to  do  so,  when  they  all  shared  their  father's  glossy  raven  hair  that  stood  out  everywhere,  even  in  surrounded  by  the  darkness.

as  she  had  with  nerina,  alina  had  made  it  a  habit  to  seek  the  third  dargomir  sibling  out,  and  when  it  was  becoming  evident  that  mor  did  not  object  to  their  elder's  sister's  constant  presence,  she  continued.  it  was  perhaps  the  most  vocal  she  had  heard  her  sister  be,  the  only  sibling  that  shared  the  high  lady's  wariness  of  this  court.  dimly,  she  wondered  if  that  was  beginning  to  change  for  morgana.  alina  settles  beside  the  younger  liege,  a  gazebo  that  was  located  within  the  the  side  of  the  palace  that  was  given  to  the  summer.  one  glance  at  her  sister,  and  the  other  was  deeply  in  thought,  that  had  the  elder  fae  wondering  if  they  had  heard  alina  join  them.  "i  hope  you  are  in  the  mood  for  tea,  i  have  rang  for  some."  it  wasn't  not  her  preferred  tea,  but  it  would  do  for  now.  "have  you  acclimated  here  as  the  rest  of  our  siblings  have?"  her  head  titled  a  bit  as  her  gaze  settles  on  the  sibling  that  alina  too  had  far  much  to  say,  but  the  words  most  days,  still  evaded  her.

[stxrslisten]

closed starter for alaric wolff — @n1ghtsongs

Things had began shifting since the capital, slowly morphing into the future she had always hoped as a young girl, it was unexpected however the most unexpected thing was her acceptance of it. not fighting against it, and finding peace in her heart where there had only been darkness before. but even in the middle of her new found light she was still the same untrusting nyx she always was, draped in finery she did nothing but take any and every detail in from a corner of the celebration. "is this a true celebration of theirs? i ask since i assume you are reading the most about the dusk, that is."

[stxrfclls]

the  high  lord  had  long  understood  the  strengths,  and  weaknesses,  of  his  inner  circle.  he  understands  percy's  insight,  and  smirks  as  he  plays  devil's  advocate  but  also  wishes  to  discover  more  of  the  other's  thoughts.  "  there  is  still  something  to  be  said  about  the  one  who  chooses  to  wait,  to  be  prepared  at  any  moment  for  that  very  first  interaction.  "  cedrian  tilted  his  head,  considering  the  advice  from  his  emissary.  percy  had  been  chosen  for  the  position  for  his  insight,  for  his  knowledge  and  it  was  more  than  valuable.  he  would  admit,  however,  that  percival  seemed  to  be  onto  something.  "  though,  the  offer  of  a  drink  does  always  go  quite  the  way.  "  he  says  with  a  smirk.  too  bad  they  hadn't  been  relocated  with  their  luggage,  the  high  lord  longing  for  his  home  wine  now  more  than  ever.  the  dusk  court  offered  passable  drink,  but  nothing  like  his  home.  "  send  word  next  you  see  their  new  emissary,  i  would  like  to  meet  soon.  "  he  may  have  little  control  here  in  this  new  court,  but  cedrian  felt  it  important  to  ensure  the  path  was  open.  he  couldn't  force  this  lord  to  speak  to  him,  but  he  could  at  the  very  least,  ensure  he  was  aware  of  the  desire  to.  the  darkness  on  the  horizon  was  impossible  to  ignore,  and  he  knew  percy  was  right.  "  and  one  can  only  hope  that  our  own  are  well  hidden  to  not  be  found  when  the  light  hits.  "  living  in  eternal  day,  they  learned  well  how  to  find  shadows.

and  percival  knew  good  drink;  once  upon  a  time,  he  had  been  the  self  -  proclaimed  taste  -  tester  of  the  wine.  wouldn't  want  the  guests  nor  ambassadors  of  the  day  court  to  be  sipping  upon  what  tasted  of  nothing  outside  of  bitters  and  rotten  wood.  he  couldn't  stand  wines  with  those  particular  notes.  a  personal  preference,  but  truly,  some  things  were  just  bad  ideas.  with  this  attitude,  he  surmised  which  of  the  two  options  —  awaiting  approach  or  choosing  to  do  so  first  —  was  the  more  bad  idea.  “hm.  as  a  man  who  approaches  first,  that  holds  the  control  best.  in  how  you  greet,  in  how  you  present  yourself.  it  lessens  the  chance  of  being  taken  off  -  guard.  who  knows,  perhaps  you  can  even  offer  good  drink  and  have  it  be  casual  and  productive,  instead  of  rife  with  tension.”  percy  only  had  two  shoulders,  and  despite  their  broad  qualities,  he  grew  tired  quickly  of  tension  between  courts.  some  of  it  was  a  tad  bit  ridiculous,  though  he  was  never  asked  for  an  opinion  edge  -  wise  and  more  than  likely  a  good  thing.  sigh  as  demon  darkened  both  of  their  doors.  “i  fear  for  where  the  glass  will  hit,  besides  their  eyes,  when  it  does  shatter.  and  by  fear,  i  mean,  i  don't  look  forwards  to  it.  we  all  have  our  secrets.”  himself  included,  which  he  had  kept  tucked  beneath  his  tongue  thus  far.