strike Me, Again… 

The Puppeteer~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Eladrin SEASON. Fall  OCCUPATION. UTP

You were born amidst a torrent of violence, the earth split at your arrival as the stage was set for you to stride upon the heels of destiny. The Eye has existed nearly as long as your kind has walked this Earth, for as long as there have been mortals, there has been some semblance of the shadowy organization that has plagued the supernatural races of the world. You sewed your magic into the youth of the world, made deals with the desperate and the lost and promised them the family they always wanted - but in the minds of each laid the spell that you had left for them. A silent charm that guided them to the waiting arms of The Eye, if you could not destroy them with your own hands then you would infiltrate them with the hands of others. With a breath of life you brought into a plan of your own division, free of the influence of chancellors or senators, this was your promise to your people: justice. Justice for those who were taken too soon, justice for those who were kept from you still, and justice for those that were taken in by the falsehoods of man.

THIS SKELETON IS CURRENTLY TAKEN.

who? @zahryaofspring

where? the faerie queen’s forest, spring’s gardens

Robin has rarely been one for pensive moods, not when she could be doing productive or interesting with her time. And yet, things have slowly been devolving since the moment she returned to Rome, leaving her off balance. It comes at no surprise, then, that she has taken to wander the newly deemed faerie queen’s forest. She is on the Spring’s Gardens, sitting next to a pond as some of the dandelion hedgehogs nap next to her, when she hears a familiar set of steps approach. For a moment she does not look from where she is petting one of the little dears, but then she slowly raises her head and nods at the other Chancellor.

“Good afternoon, Zahrya. I must compliment you for your garden’s, they are breathtaking.”

Ambrose & Prudence in “Lupercalia”

“ Dear Prudence…won’t you come out to play? “

Lamentably, mortal alcohol remained lacking in comparison to their spirits, but even she would not be cruel enough to spike the punch with some of the newly brewed fungi concoctions while some relatively decent mortals were present. Instead, she finds herself hanging from a chandelier absentmindedly as she people watches and occasionally sends flicker of magic to cause people to trip and embarrass themselves in front of those they are trying to impress, of spilling their drinks and so on as she sips from the brew. When Yavie all bust manifests next to her, she sends him an affectionate grin as she offers him the bottle as her eyes flicker up to the blinking stars abroad, eyes wide in delight at the sight before turning down to look at the star wistfully. "I think you might have elevated the entire tree with your choice. Next time, though, do invite me to the negotiation please. I would love to watch."

@thegoodfellow location: Christmas Rave, Hakan's Castle notes: treat from sailor moon to the rotted queen

Not one to come to a party empty handed, Yavie had arrived to the castle when the music was reaching its peak. It was a very festive time of year and the elf had managed to pull himself away from the stars for long enough to attend. As he entered the air about the flashing, neon lights seemed to twinkle with an infinite array of blinking stars. "What do you think?" Yavie asked as he produced a crystalline star, within the Astral creature had borrowed some of the essence of polaris to illuminate the festivities and the long nights that followed. "Stars aren't easy to negotiate with but once I explained to her that it was for Christmas she was very receptive. I'm going to put it at the top of the tree."

who? @wintersaurora​

where? the winter court, aurora’s private sitting room

“You know what, darling? I take back everything I have said over the years regarding your behavior when it comes to the chancellorship,” Robin slides into the room without much of an invitation, used to coming and going around Aurora because of her friendship. Her one month as a chancellor had been enough of a lesson, and she felt the need to retract words she had allowed to slip through the years due to her confrontational demeanor. “Instead I must praise you for handling the work as stellar as you did without becoming jaded. I must admit that this is much more challenging than I anticipated, despite it being equally rewarding.”

wadecalhoun​:

          A low whistle leaves Wade, drumming his hands on the table as if it would aid him in formulating any response or retort of comfort. He’s at a loss, he’s not entirely familiar with fey business, never really had to concern himself with them before. Robin had dished out all he needed to know, how they were capricious but relatively harmless at the end of the day and merely, much like everyone, solely out for their own kinds survival. From what Wade had gathered, it seemed the fey simply wanted to be left to their own devices, but he knew such sentiment could not encompass the entirety of the species and that was where betrayal and shit became a dark and slippery slope. “Robin, you ain’t gonna have some target on your back for bein’ forced to take some chick’s job, are you?” Well, a larger target then the one she inherently created considering her own age and ability to meddle. “And how come you didn’t come to me about all that?” Being hunted, it allows him to recall the moment they first met when he’d almost jabbed her with his fucking iron switchblade under the false pretense that she was a demon. How far they’d come since then and though this was no time to condemn her when she appeared so emotionally wounded and fragile, Wade had felt almost offended at the idea that she would have rather faced such problem by herself. He can be a bit thick headed and even through his concern for Robin and his mild offense he still can’t rouse the obvious fact that she was trying to poke at the elephant in the room, his affiliations with a certain group that hunted all supernaturals.

...

“Wade, dearest, I have had a target on my back for years, my new role has merely increased other parties’ interest,” she begins, voice slow and deliberate as she reaches for the warmth of her drink and raises it to her lips to take a long and silent sip. There is an eternity of legends and stories behind her worries, the fear of the dark that her kind carries woven into her very essence with the knowledge of the drows that will never stop hunting them. Worry circles her chest, weights her tongue as she speaks, even as fondness shines through. Even as she wants to reach and bring him closer, even as she wants to reach out and hope. He is worried, before all, he is concerned. And yet,  Robin knows Wade. Has known him since he attempted to kill her, believing her a demon and nothing else. Dearest as he is to her, she knows him enough of his faults to know that he had not caught her indirect. The desire to reach out, the hope, does not fade, but her loyalty to her people prevails and tentative thoughts turn into tentative words. It’s like walking up to the precipice, the knowledge that if she pushes she might not get an answer that she wants. Robin doesn’t know if she can handle the truth for herself, doesn’t know if she can handle another betrayal. If it were for her and her alone, she would not continue. But the truth is not for her satisfaction, not for her peace of mind: the truth is to protect those she has sworn to defend. “If it’s not the Eye, it’s the drows, shadow creatures wearing the faces of those we once loved. My kind’s very existence is in danger, and I do not know who to trust. I cannot bring anyone I care for into this, I cannot bring you into this Wade, not when my kinds protection is not your cross to bear.”

wardercloud​:

Drinking. That had been their safe haven for as long as it had been since Theneras was lost to them. They couldn’t find it in themself to do anything else. If Cloud chose to let all of those emotions funnel through, then the floodgates would open and it would be more than just that leaving their system. The summer fey had been nursing a bottle of…something to their chest when they heard Robin’s voice. They had been standing there watching the way things moved around them. There was a sword of flames within their hand that they had not put away. Cloud had always been on the defensive. They had always been in a state of readiness their entire life. It was there more now than ever before. Even as the fall chancellor came upon them, they almost held it out towards her, but they resisted the urge. “I’m fine.” That was what they kept telling themself. They were fine. It had become so ingrained in their head that even saying it was not a lie. Anyone could tell that it wasn’t the case, but they could believe Cloud’s words. “I haven’t had it worse than anyone else. I won’t make this about me.” Their eyes hadn’t met hers yet until they stopped speaking. Even seeing her face caused them to drink from the bottle in their grasp.

...

“Ah, shit,” she sighs, allowing herself to fall down to the ground, crossing her legs and patting the sand next to her in an invitation to sit down. Cloud wasn’t lying, they could not lie, and yet, there is no denying that everything is not as it appears. With a hum, she summons a bottle of feywine from her own reserves and opens the cork, bringing the bottle to her lips and taking a long sip, trying to think on how to approach the conversation. Perhaps it’s true, that Cloud hasn’t had it worse than anyone else, but emotions won’t care about that. Not when their wardee had done as much as Theneras had did and they had lost them, not when their duty had been to protect Theneras and they had failed, in the worst way imaginable. “And if I ask you to? You are my friend and I want to hear how you have been coping, if you want to talk,” she admits quietly. “And if not, can I keep you company? I am anything but fine, and I could use it.”