#thelesis de mornay

[nanshe-of-nina]

Kushiel’s Legacy GIF sets || Thelesis de Mornay

“Thelesis,” Cecilie said in the same soft voice. Near the head of the table, a woman rose. She was small and dark and not, I thought, a great beauty. Her features were unremarkable, and her best asset, luminous dark eyes, were offset by a low brow. And then she spoke. There are many kinds of beauty. We are D’Angeline.

[white-queen-lacus]

Kushielverse AU

Boy/Girl-band edition... XD Phèdre, Melisande, Nicola and Ysandre as a girlband (long before the Spice Girls, the Kushiel’s Angels XD). Lyrics composed by Thelesis and dances by Cecilie. Melisande as the lead vocalist... ù_ù 

Joscelin, Hyacinthe and Drustan as a boyband (long before the Backstreet Boys, the Guardians XD). Lyrics composed by Delaunay and dances by the Cassiline Brotherhood. Against all odds, Joscelin is a perfect frontman! XD

[a-crack-in-the-universe]

Only then did I fully realize that I stood upon the rock of Third Sister, the isle of the Master of the Straits. I raised my gaze to meet that of Hyacinthe, who stood near enough to touch. “Phèdre,” he whispered. I flung both arms about his neck and burst into tears. He felt the same, under my touch. Whatever changes his long ordeal had wrought in him, whatever powers endowed him, beneath it he was Hyacinthe still, my childhood friend, my Prince of Travellers. The scent of his skin triggered more memories than I could count. Before Joscelin, before the Queen, before Thelesis de Mornay, Cecilie Laveau-Perrin, before my lord Delaunay himself… before them all, I had known Hyacinthe. “Phèdre,” he said again, drawing a wracking breath, holding me close. “You said you were sure. You said you were sure!” I lifted my tear-stained face. “I am, Hyacinthe; as sure as I can be. You wouldn’t risk any of us. Should I risk them, when I am the only one needed?” His smile was a ghost of its former self as he released me. “You’re awfully willful for an anguissette, you know. A sickness in the blood, my mother would say.” I laughed through my tears. “I remember.”

Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel’s Avatar

[msmeiriona]

“Beneath the golden balm,

Settling on the fields Evening steals in calm And farmers count their yields. The bee is in the lavender The honey fills the comb, But here a rain falls never-ending And I am far from home.”

–

Thelesis de Mornay

[vivianedanglars]

We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.

Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel’s Avatar

[jesatria]

Am I the only one who ships Barquiel/Thelesis?

[nanshe-of-nina]

Kushiel’s Legacy GIF sets || Bernadette de Trevalion

I would have known her for Baudoin’s sister, for they looked much alike, but her manner was as shrinking as his was wild. It was not easy having the Lioness of Azzalle for a mother, I thought, if one was not the favored cub. Within several minutes of questioning, it was obvious that she had known as much as her father, and done as little. I watched closely this time, saw the old King look to his granddaughter, saw her faint nod. The vote fell out the same: banishment. Father and daughter would survive, albeit cut off forever from the land that nurtured us, whose glory ran in our veins like blood. I thought of Thelesis de Mornay’s poem, and wept. Unseen in the crowd, Alcuin put his arm about me and steadied me.