Floratitus​:

                                    i’ll feast on my fear and swallow it down, deep

                                                 i’ll rip the sorrow from my eyes 

                                                          if that’s what it takes…                                                       i’ll let the beast inside WIN 

                                                  and claw my way through this

wadecalhoun​:

          Wade would love nothing more than to diffuse the situation with some ill-mannered joke but her life had lain within the balance and it was with such a precarious situation he was grimly, strangely, quiet. The Archer always would rather have some rebuttal as ammunition when all odds were pointed against him, it wasn’t typical that he was ever reticent and his jaw clenches at the reminder of Robin’s pain and how he was some willing passerby as the violence endured. “I… didn’t stab you,” it falls forward gauchely in protest at her venomous vitriol, a pathetic defense in lieu of all Robin had overcome since the hunter’s reckless accompaniment to the other hunters. “You told me to go!” It was the cowards way out, but it had been a path she’d offered to him in what Wade had, sickeningly, believed to be her final moment. His head bowed, scowling at how everything snowballed so out of proportion, “I didn’t plan for any of that to happen. M’not their leader, they got out of control.” He’s fairly shit at this whole apology thing and a hand rakes through his hair as he tries to regain control of his word vomit, “I wouldn’t leave you to die, Robin. You were in the hands of your own people, your home. You told me to go, I believed you’d had the situation under control,” bleeding out on the grassy floor of the woods; unlikely, but she’d given him the grace to escape and now up heaved the guilt onto him.

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“No, you just watched as your friends ignored my warnings and stabbed me when I was trying to deescalate the situation. Truly, Calhoun, do you not kill demons for being guilty by association to the demon that destroyed your family? Is it not within my rights to deem you guilty by associating with a group that hunts, captures and experiments on supernaturals?” She wonders if he is willfully blind to his own faults or if he is aware of them but has chosen the path of hypocrisy rather than honesty. “I told you to go, because despite knowing you don’t give a flying fuck about me, I still cared, but that doesn’t mean I don’t blame you for it.” Cared, as in past. Cared, as in no longer. She doubts the poor little human will realize, but the conversation is only serving to solidify her desire to destroy him in such a manner there is nothing left but scraps. “Does that make you feel better? Avoiding the blame? They could not have entered the forest without your help, they would not have stabbed me if you had interjected. The changelings might have ended them, but it was your choice that killed them, your choice that almost killed me. If my King had not answered, I would be gone, and yet you stand before me and try to excuse yourself instead of apologize?” Another bitter laugh escapes her as she shakes her head. “You called me a friend, but the more you speak the more I realize you must have been lying.”

brianna shaneé

who? @zahryaofspring where? Laurelin, Audulë  notes: doing the randomize top songs thing and got emperor's new clothes by panic! at the disco

"I admit, it is rather impressive to have named yourself a god of fertility and have your Court accept it without complains," Robin admits idly as she comes to stand next to the Dawn Chancellor. Impressive, but ultimately rather annoying too, to see his delusions reach higher and higher everyday. Alas, they do need his expertise, so she can't help but hope that his delusions solidify into something more solid than his own children. It is all good to see more of his children running around, but they need an overall population boom as well. "I will not be praying to you, but I nonetheless hope that your will manifests in a boom of children in all courts."

who? @wintersaurora where? outside the tower of the white flame, winter's mountains

Robin stands before the Tower of the White Flame, admiring the work of Aurora's recovered song, as well as the bright shining light emitting from within. It is a marvel, to see something from legends made reality, and in a way, she does envy the Chancellor. She had traveled the Otherworld for 300 years, but never made it as far as they had, had not witnessed the marvels than that troupe had. In a way, though, she had been lucky to avoid the dangers that they had accomplished. Deep upon her musings as she is, it is not enough to erase her awareness of her surroundings, and she senses the presence of the Winter Chancellor's before she sees it.

"Impressive," Robin says with a hum as she keeps her eyes on the building, rather than on the newly minted lunar elf. "How does it feel? The change?"

who? @thanatcsx where? Robin's residence, the Autumn Fields

Before her lays a lavish table, offerings weighting upon it, each more delicious than the last. A feast fit for a king, a welcome fit for a god. The rumors are true, she has found, Death walks amongst Roman and countrymen. After her acceptance by the Múkēs Holt, her council had advised her to reach out to the ancient being, the one that had been spotted amidst the satyr's sordid festivities. With how her domain of influence bowed to his, she could not deny the wisdom on the advice, not when rot and decay followed Death and fed on the corpses of those He collected. She would be remiss not to make contact, and truly, she was rather interested on meeting the god as it is. Leaning back against her seat, Robin gives the table set for the two of them critically, smiling as Genise makes her presence known from the fireplace where she slumbers.

Homely, yet dignified. It is not a feast on the level of Antiquity, but that can come later. For now, she merely wants to introduce herself to the god, merely wants to give him the awareness of her acceptance into her role and what it meant.

"Master of Secrets, Lord of the Sacred Lands, Inpu," Robin's voice resonate as she swirls the goblet on her hand. "Death, I welcome you upon my Autumn's Fields, upon my hearth. I invite you to join me on consuming the fruits of my courts labor. Step into my home, and enjoy my hospitality, He Who Is In The Place of Embalming, my table has been laid for you."

who? @yaviefey​

where? near hell’s bell

“I am aware that the Faerie King’s Forest is not the same as the Courts, but you are missed Yavie.” The words are said simply as she comes to stand near her fellow autumn fey, looking around curiously as she tries to figure out if he has been staying nearby or not. “Additionally, I must apologize, I have not been a great friend for the last couple of months and I regret it. Let me make it up to you?”

"Lying suits you well, does it not?" There is no judgment on her voice, overfilled with amusement as it is. It is rather hilarious, that once given the ability to bend the truth and outright twist it, Farenduil had taken to it like a otter to water. Convenient, in a way, as his status as a former fey might endanger him and the ability to lie might save him. "It's good for you to admit as much, the first step for growth is always self-acknowledgment," she says with a sly grin and a shrug. "There is only way to go from here is forward. Any thoughts on what you would like to do?"

"I appreciate you trying to spice up my love life," He doesn't, not really, and yet he's terribly amused that there are those that seem semi-involved. After everything that had transpired the last year, the concept of dating should be a breeze. It's not, not because he didn't think it was very apparent between the two of them that there was something there, but because where did they go from here? Maybe he'd have to consult with Yavie, maybe Hayliel even. "What I need is to find something to do that's now wandering the house." He points out, thinking of Micah with his job at the herb place, that would be something.

who?@wintersaurora where? the hall of mirrors

"I have to ask, do you want your human friend to die? Because that is how they fucking die, my friend," she tells Aurora, pointing towards the sheet ghost wandering around the party and getting dangerous close to what she thinks is a rather angry-looking revenant, who also happens to be rather close to the stairs that lead up to the vampire orgy/eating room. "I thought you liked humans? It seems rather cruel to bring someone who knows shit all about the supernatural into a party that is the metaphorical equivalent wolf's den. Tell me that you gave him protection charms at least, I will have to be disappointed on your treatment of humans otherwise."

"That is a relief," she sighs quietly, one hand raising to rub the bridge of her nose as a weight leaves her shoulder's at the admission of Tamlen's continued existence. With the weight gone, it is far easier to feel her exhaustion, the magic well that seemed endless running low. "I sent Inan to seek Aurora out, but I can go meet them and try to find Zahrya so that we are all in one place once you have fetched Tamlen." It's not ideal, to separate while weak and depleted, but it is necessary. And even with her reserves running low, she has been training under Rainer's tutelage for long enough that most of her previous flaws when fighting had been smoothed out. "Or do you have another plan?"

Laer stood, he hadn't felt this depleted in ages. Was this what mortality felt like? So sad, it made him feel even worse for these creatures. "I felt Tamlen's head get snapped off before he died." Laer rubbed at his jaw, "Fortunately he'll be fine." He placed his hands upon his hips as he gazed out across the city, in the far distance he saw the Pyramid and through his bond he sensed the celestial's presence there. "Already I can feel his magic returning to me and restoring my reserves." Laer looked around and some distance away he saw blue flames and explosions of cold and lightning. "Well," he pointed, "that'd be our Aurora. We'll have to reconvene once I fetch Tamlen, we'll reunited our bodies then." Zahrya had been surprisingly tight.