Caelum
if you dream all day and drink all night
Caelum was out and about.
Part of it was due to attempting to uncover the location of a particular building, but she didn't want to think about that too much, it made her feel a little bit like a stalker, even if it was more for professional curiosity . . . . Vikander supposedly did some sort of interesting work with spirits, and she wanted to have her necklace looked at, at some point (and having the chance to look at him on the sly - priceless). Stop that, Caely. You are the Queen of the Summer Court. You are better than this. She silently ordered herself as she fluttered through the streets. Queen, what an odd thought that the few citizens who didn't make it through the barrier around what was the former winter court had decided to embrace her as queen.
She had a hard time with that.
It was, after all, her fault their kingdom was in shambles. It's why she hid so heavily in Denocte, why she was making a home for herself here. Because it was an escape from what had happened, where she'd come from, what she had done. Her ears flicked, and she sighed with a shake of her head. She hated to fall into these thoughts, she was doing better, with her friendship with Luvena making things better. With feeling a sense of companionship that could help ground her. From the conversation with Boleyn, how it made her feel more alive than she'd had in a while, even if it was more of her arguing with his misconception on how delicate she was and how she needed protecting. To the site of Vikander in the shadows of that meeting. The way she'd felt his eyes sweep over her, and how she'd felt her heart skip a beat under that hooded gaze.
She always did have a type.
She tried not to think on that, however, he was an enigma, a mystery, and while she craved to solve it, to pull apart the wrapping to see what he was deep inside, she knew he was mourning, just like she still mourned her Trey, or her child stolen by death. But that didn't mean she couldn't look? Right? More thoughts for her to chase away. And then she paused. It was a subtle shift in the world, a moment of familiarity. A scent carried on the wind, familiar, family. . . . family?
Caelum's eyes snapped open wide.
The mare's flight was more frantic, almost terrified to believe it to be true, and then she saw the familiar hue of emerald wings - how often had she helped dye those wings when she was younger? The mare attached to them was a grown-up version of her cousin, the one who'd always been there for her. Who'd helped her and Arson play tricks on Regal, who had encouraged her to annoy the Council.
She collided with the other fae.
Practically tackling herself to her cousin, squeezing her tightly in a display of energy and lack of propriety not usually associated with the regal, young fae who was so well put together before the Court. She didn't care right now, however. Instead she was clinging to the first fae she'd seen in so long. The first family member she'd seen since she came across the corpses of her parents so long ago. Tears wept freely from her eyes, she didn't bother trying to hide it as she practically clung to her cousin, "Absynthe?"
Her name was spoken so tentatively.
So hard to believe she was really here, really real. Her smile was wide, her eyes were brighter than they'd been in so long as she pulled away from her cousin, "Syn, what are you doing here, cousin? How did you even come upon Novus . . ." Then she paused, her muzzle dropping to a frown, her eyes clouding over with worry, concern, fear, "What of Autumnous Court? Why are you here and not protected behind the barrier your father put up as soon as the refuges of my Court where safely inside?"
Please let the Courts be safe.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Absynthe
Notes: <3 <3
Part of it was due to attempting to uncover the location of a particular building, but she didn't want to think about that too much, it made her feel a little bit like a stalker, even if it was more for professional curiosity . . . . Vikander supposedly did some sort of interesting work with spirits, and she wanted to have her necklace looked at, at some point (and having the chance to look at him on the sly - priceless). Stop that, Caely. You are the Queen of the Summer Court. You are better than this. She silently ordered herself as she fluttered through the streets. Queen, what an odd thought that the few citizens who didn't make it through the barrier around what was the former winter court had decided to embrace her as queen.
She had a hard time with that.
It was, after all, her fault their kingdom was in shambles. It's why she hid so heavily in Denocte, why she was making a home for herself here. Because it was an escape from what had happened, where she'd come from, what she had done. Her ears flicked, and she sighed with a shake of her head. She hated to fall into these thoughts, she was doing better, with her friendship with Luvena making things better. With feeling a sense of companionship that could help ground her. From the conversation with Boleyn, how it made her feel more alive than she'd had in a while, even if it was more of her arguing with his misconception on how delicate she was and how she needed protecting. To the site of Vikander in the shadows of that meeting. The way she'd felt his eyes sweep over her, and how she'd felt her heart skip a beat under that hooded gaze.
She always did have a type.
She tried not to think on that, however, he was an enigma, a mystery, and while she craved to solve it, to pull apart the wrapping to see what he was deep inside, she knew he was mourning, just like she still mourned her Trey, or her child stolen by death. But that didn't mean she couldn't look? Right? More thoughts for her to chase away. And then she paused. It was a subtle shift in the world, a moment of familiarity. A scent carried on the wind, familiar, family. . . . family?
Caelum's eyes snapped open wide.
The mare's flight was more frantic, almost terrified to believe it to be true, and then she saw the familiar hue of emerald wings - how often had she helped dye those wings when she was younger? The mare attached to them was a grown-up version of her cousin, the one who'd always been there for her. Who'd helped her and Arson play tricks on Regal, who had encouraged her to annoy the Council.
She collided with the other fae.
Practically tackling herself to her cousin, squeezing her tightly in a display of energy and lack of propriety not usually associated with the regal, young fae who was so well put together before the Court. She didn't care right now, however. Instead she was clinging to the first fae she'd seen in so long. The first family member she'd seen since she came across the corpses of her parents so long ago. Tears wept freely from her eyes, she didn't bother trying to hide it as she practically clung to her cousin, "Absynthe?"
Her name was spoken so tentatively.
So hard to believe she was really here, really real. Her smile was wide, her eyes were brighter than they'd been in so long as she pulled away from her cousin, "Syn, what are you doing here, cousin? How did you even come upon Novus . . ." Then she paused, her muzzle dropping to a frown, her eyes clouding over with worry, concern, fear, "What of Autumnous Court? Why are you here and not protected behind the barrier your father put up as soon as the refuges of my Court where safely inside?"
Please let the Courts be safe.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Absynthe
Notes: <3 <3
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