#yourgrave

[msbuckzo]

@yourgraves / cont. ♥

❝ i tried telling you about my first ex a few times, but you weren't interested. ❞ If she were talking to anyone else, Lorie might've gotten defensive over such a question. ❝ would you have believed me if i told you who he was? ❞

Something tells her that Blitz isn't exactly being truthful about how he knows who Crimson is. But, instead of trying to press an already sensitive topic, she trusts that her son will eventually tell her how he found out.

So she sits next to him on her bed, plucking a small album from the box he was sorting through. when she opens it, she thumbs through loose pictures of her party-girl past ; friends committing various forms of shenanigans from before hellschool, through her adolescence, and into early adulthood. There's one or two where the former mafia prince is present, but the majority of his presence are in those back when Lorie still worked at the burlesque lounge.

Save for the difference in build, the jagged-horned man is an uncanny lookalike of his son, especially when he smiles. After a few moments of silent reflection, Lorie gives a half-hearted smile at the ones where one is gazing at the other with unfiltered affection, where the object of said affection is too distracted by something else to notice.

❝ we were different people, back then.. but something tells me you know something about him that i don't. ❞

[iceroyal]

@yourgraves anna said "i don't know what i'd do if i lost you."

her stomach sours at the idea of losing anna and it almost happened once, twice if she counts the time they were little. but anna losing her forever had been something that was very close to happening too. they never really spoke much about either event, for elsa it’s something that haunts her well into her dreams and she wonders if it does the same to her sister. “oh anna.” she doesn’t bother holding herself back when it comes to her sister, she wraps her arms around her in a tight hug. “you don’t need to worry yourself with such things because you’re never going to lose me.”

if anything it will be elsa losing anna now that she’s immortal; it’s a truth that took her a long time to face and one she doesn’t dare tell to anna. elsa doesn’t allow herself to dwell on the reality of the situation for long, it’s too sad to even think about. she can’t imagine a world without her sister. but she knows as years pass and she remains the same age as anna grows older her sister will realize the same fate. she pulls back from the hug and cups anna’s face in both hands, “but i do know if that were to ever happen you would be able to get through it. out of the two of us you are the stronger one anna. you’ve proven that so many times. you remember that no matter what happens, okay?”

[tinkerbcll]

@yourgraves vidia said “Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“well, they are bangs. it’s what they’re supposed to do.” her words don’t come out with the sharpness that she intended, the last of her sentence fading into a mutter. it was rare for vidia to be soft, even more rare for her to be soft toward tink. the other fairy’s words along with the gentle way she touches her hair catches her off guard. a blush creeps its way onto her cheeks and her heartbeat flutters in a way she doesn’t understand. or doesn’t want to understand. “thanks, i think.” tink blinks rapidly in an effort to shake herself from whatever feeling just occurred. “do you– are you feeling okay today, vidia? you’re being kinda nice to me.”

[mortvaryassist]

@yourgraves. SAL.

❝ look, i don't care what you've done. ❞ the vampire had started. ❝ i don't know what you're planning on doing, but i'm trusting you. ❞ he added on --- trust was something he didn't throw around all willy nilly, he had learned not to do that from his pas. ❝ i think you should do the same, because i don't see this working any other way. ❞ well, at least he was being honest.

[deathsconsort]

@yourgraves for feyre

it was not unlike nesta to fall asleep in the library below the house of wind; a new habit that had formed not too long ago. sometimes it was because the valkyries training had become so intense after the bloodrite that she was too exhausted to make it back into her shared bedroom with cassian. other times it was because gwyn had requested her company during late nights when that dreadful female, merrill, had gwyn working well into the night for her. there were also times she would come down here after a fight or disagreement with the inner circle and she needed to distance herself from everyone. this time it was the former.

after she finished her work – which she was no longer under any obligation to continue working in the library, she simply enjoyed doing so – she practically fell onto one of the plush sofas. sore and drained, she was craving a hot bath with soaks but wanted to rest a while. the house, being motherly as usual, made a steaming cup of tea at the coffee table before her. only a few sips were taken before nesta was lulled to sleep by the quiet ambient noises of the library.

a benefit from the vigorous training was being so worn out she slept dreamlessly. nightmares often plagued her, moreso when there was a lot on her mind or cassian wasn’t around. after the kidnapping and becoming made, nesta had become a lighter sleeper than she used to be. it was as if one part of her mind was constantly awake and aware of her surroundings. currently it was nagging at her that someone was near, watching her. her eyes shot open, she was on alert, forgetting briefly where she was. a quick glance around jogged her memory and it registered in her mind that her sister was there and she wasn’t in any danger. but she did find it odd that feyre came all the way down here to see her if this was a casual visit. “something didn’t happen, did it?”

[starbind]

@yourgraves lucien said "they'll never forget you after that." to feyre

for some reason his words strike something in her. “i don’t care whether people remember me or not. that was never my intention with any of this.” inside herself, the still human part of her was screaming, begging to be heard. making a lasting impression on others had always been her sisters thing, thanks to their mother and her plans to ensure their future. feyre always had been content to simply fade into the background, to do her own thing without any rules to adhere to. during her family’s time in the rundown cottage she strived even more for a simple life. she wanted her sisters married off and for her and their father to live peacefully while she spent her days painting. but for any of that to be possible she had to make sure they all survived. even now with her new life in prythian she’s still fighting for their survival.

“all i want is to go home and make sure my sisters are doing okay, mentally and physically. you know, since they were sold out to hybern, kidnapped, and forced into a fucking cauldron to be made into fae.” she gives him an accusatory look. the logistics of who exactly sold her sisters out didn’t matter, not when it was the spring court that was involved and it felt like a personal attack on her because she wanted to be in the night court. lucien had been her first friend in prythian and even if he technically didn’t have a part in her sisters’ kidnapping, he must’ve had some inkling of something being planned. he could have warned her. maybe it wasn’t fair to lucien, but she still feels betrayed.

“destroying the spring court is justice for what’s been done to my sisters and to me. nobody gets to hurt them without having to pay for it. i don’t care if these people remember me as cursebreaker, the first high lady prythian has seen, or the once human girl who destroyed the spring court. but they will know if anyone messes with my sisters, they’ll have to deal with me.”

[unholi-archive]

i've moved ! you can now find my hellverse muses over here: @yourgraves

[iceroyal]

@yourgraves periwinkle said "maybe we should go some place fun!"

“some place fun,” she repeats the fairy’s words like they’re a foreign language. to elsa it almost is since there’s not many places she finds fun. she didn’t grow up like most children, she was royalty and was kept in isolation for most of her life. the only times she had fun involved her sister anna and that was because anna is the fun sister. “like where? i’m afraid my ice palace is as fun as it gets around here.”

[tinkerbcll]

"can we put away our differences for a second ?" from wendy

the only thing she feels when she sees or even thinks about wendy darling is unadulterated hate. it’s been that way since she first came to neverland all those years ago and her feelings haven’t seemed to change as she stands in front of the clumsy woman. it’s because of her peter left neverland for so long, she put the thought in his head about returning to his brothers. maybe if tink was rational she would realize it was a good thing after all; because peter was able to grow up, she was able to fall in love with him. now she has him to herself, but does wendy being back threaten that?

“i shouldn’t even give you the chance to speak, i should just slit your throat right now and be done with you for good.” tink practically snarls at her as she flips her knife between her fingers. the only thing stopping her was peter. he always knew when someone new arrived on the island and no doubt he now knows wendy is here. for some reason peter wants her alive, which only fuels tink’s anger toward wendy and now peter as well.

her brows raise to her hairline, “differences? you came here with hook,” she sneers. “i never liked you before, but you being with hook officially makes you my enemy. and peter’s. i can’t wait for him to find out. i thought i would have the honor or killing you one day, but maybe it will be peter who does it. i kinda like that even better.”

[deathsconsort]

@yourgraves feyre said “you should’ve told me this was going on. i would’ve put a stop to it the second i heard about it.”

nesta gives her a dubious look. “you chose them over your own family. i don’t exactly blame you for that, but the fact remains.” there was a hint of bitterness in her voice. from the first time nesta had met the inner circle and realized how close feyre truly was with them she felt betrayed. it was no secret their lives and relationship with each other wasn’t the greatest, but did it warrant wanting to replace her and elain? there were good moments mixed in with the bad, but she wasn’t sure feyre remembered those. she could understand it more now with her close friendship with gwyn and emerie, but it still stung. “and at the time i was barely speaking to you, you wouldn’t have believed me or you would have told me that you can’t blame rhysand for treating me the way he did. besides that, why would i want to go running to my little sister about a problem i can deal with on my own?”

whatever little bit of truce her and rhysand had formed dissipated with her lending the mask to bryce. she took every bit of his anger and screaming because she was used to the treatment she received from the inner circle. a part of her had thought she deserved it, at least for the mask, since no one stood up for her. not even her own mate, in fact he seemed to be the most angry with her. but then they had a meeting in the river house early in the morning and it was feyre who had stood up to rhys for her, had let him have it and nesta wanted to hug her for it. out of everyone, of course it was feyre who understood why she did it. feyre would have done the same, would have wanted to save a different realm from innocent people getting killed. her sister had gotten rhysand to shut up, but precisely twenty minutes later, cassian, and rhysand had returned to the house of wind where rhysand went off on her again about it. thankfully he was interrupted by bryce’s mother who had laid into rhysand and stood up for her too.

what both ember and feyre did meant more to nesta than she could convey. and because nesta enjoyed feyre going off on rhysand she didn’t mind letting it slip that he tried to yell at her again right after feyre had told him to leave her alone. like hell nesta was going to allow rhysand to get away with treating her like shit, but also disrespecting her sister to go against what she asked. “i don’t know how much longer i can do this for, feyre.” nesta confessed. “being here and dealing with rhysand, i mean.”

[starbind]

@yourgraves feyre said "that was very brave, what you just did." to elain.

her sister explained what had happened with the cauldron, but it still didn’t make sense to her how feyre had seen what occurred on the battlefield. it was only her, nesta, cassian, and the king of hybern in that bit of land. no one had been around to help cassian and nesta, both were going to die and she knew it. months ago she had a vision about it, had even said something to cassian, but no one listened. no one ever listened to her.“brave? that wasn’t bravery, feyre, that was me being absolutely terrified. i couldn’t– i knew nesta was going to die and i would not be able to live in a world without her.” silver lined her eyes at the memory, it was close, one moment later and she wouldn’t have made it in time. she didn’t want cassian to die either of course, but her sister meant the world to her and was practically raised by her.

the vision she had was detailed about how it would happen, the king of hybern would strike both nesta and cassian with his sword. elain didn’t know how, only that she had to prevent that vision from coming true. “i still don’t know how it happened, you know. i don’t know if i winnowed or it was azriel’s knife that brought me to the exact spot i needed to be. but i was scared and the only thing i could think to stop him long enough was to drive that dagger into him. i never wanted to kill anyone before, but him? i wanted to kill him.” he was fae and she knew that simply stabbing him wouldn’t end up, but halt him long enough for cassian and nesta to fight back or escape him. but then nesta had sawed his head off, hend it up like some sort of trophy. “i was glad when nesta beheaded him, relieved even. after all he did to us, what he planned to do he deserved it. but i can’t help but wonder what kind of person that makes me.”

[pixiedvsted]

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[g100n]

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