[AW] thy kingdom come. [meeting]

[Aislinn]

A I S L I N N thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven — Aislinn had done what she could to prepare for their defiance, their anger, their fear. Yet, it might not have been enough. However, she would endure, as she always has. Starfire falls from the skies in streams of Calligo’s silver and gold. She stands in front of her people as the Messenger, the Deliverer of their chosen decree, with Isorath at her side. The kirin’s cool presence by her side is a beacon that she instinctively leans towards. He is the white and gold stone amidst this chaos. She nods as he speaks — gaze unblinking across each face that dares meet them on the dais. Together, they stand to meet the wild sea that is their Court on this night. Together, they had done what they thought was best for their people. And together, with Reichenbach.. as a family.. they have sacrificed to do what needed to be done. How could she possibly convey that to those she would no sooner lay her life down for? How could she possibly make them understand? Then, she watches as the crowd parts for the sun-kissed woman she had met when the sky cried in snow. And oh, how her iron eyes serves to ignite the building storm that churns just beneath the surface of her skin. The stormsinger’s frustration is only but a beast that chomps wildly within the constraints of diplomatic self-control. She could not hold it’s chains for too long. Rhoswen’s orbs pin onto her with their ferocity that befits her as one of Solis’ own, but she would no sooner forget that she is also of Calligo. Despite this, Aislinn cannot simply simper the storm of hers as it rages with each fallen word from copper lips. She was her king’s sister, his kin, she knew; yet that will not stop the words that race to be born from her mouth. The stormsinger looks down into the crowd, remembering the winter night they had met, the swell of the woman’s belly as they had shared delicate intricacies of their pasts. But this was not that night. This was not easy — this was a world on the brink of collapse. ”You would do well to remember who our enemies are, and they are not of this Court,” she spits, teeth clenched. Her midnight neck twists violently, revealing the crude sun forever etched into her flesh. ”This is what happens when the actions of others are left unchecked. We are not innocent, either. But who is step in and stop this chaos before something worse happens? Before someone — Calligo forbid — dies? Did that ever cross your mind?” She inhales sharply, straightening, eyeing the woman with a final glance. ”We are doing what we must to prevent that fate. What have you done?” @rhoswen Her outburst wrecks havoc on her soul. Storm clouds bleed and rush wickedly under her skin in answer to it, straining within their mortal cage. Aislinn’s muscles bunch to hold it, but it is her emotions that decipher the will that is the magic in her blood. She does not watch as Rhoswen leaves, vanishing into the gathering dark. Instead, she exhales, loosing free the fire in her gut. A heartbeat passes, and as one leaves, another enters. This time.. this time it is another familiar face. One of stardust and night skies and a prairie that catches falling stars on a midsummer’s eve. Only for Lyra does the flaming blue of her eyes soften. Aislinn’s eyelids fall heavy as she listens to their Champion speak. She is so much more than that, and will be more in the times to come. This will be a Trial for her, but not an impossible feat. When her orbs blink open, she looks upon her with a strength she had hoped to lend to her one day, ever since they had met so long ago. This girl, this woman of Calligo’s stars and skies, was stronger than she herself knew. After all.. she had found her voice here before them. @lyra Because of this, the stormsinger offers a feather soft smile, before it dissipates for lingering too long. Before she can reply, Isorath answers, and for once, she is glad to be rid of the moment to speak. Those of you who have done nothing wrong, have nothing to fear from this. Aislinn nods in agreement to the truth that rings in his words. All too soon, however, the gentle waters of her hurricane’s aftermath are reawakened; for now dear, sweet Lyra has been replaced from before her. Gilded gold and the ebony dark of night splashed across a canvas of illusions and mastery. She almost scoffs. Almost, if it weren’t for her sparking rage. @acton Is that a threat? ”Would you like it to be?” She trembles, not from fear. Oh, oh no.. electricity crackles in her bones, rain drops steaming against her skin where there is only heat and heat and heat. Aislinn nearly climbs down from the dais, if only to look the man in the eyes as he dares speak ill of her Emissary right in front of her. What did he know of the lengths in which Isorath had gone to serve Denocte? To serve him, as one of Calligo’s, one of Reichenbach’s own? She would not stand for it. A rough hum ripples from her throat in an almost-snarl, copper-kissed lips pulling back from her teeth. She steps forward, stealing his molten gaze from Isorath, capturing it. ”If you threaten one of us, you threaten all of us. Your King included,” she seethes. ”And what did your Emissary say, hmm? ‘Those of you who have done nothing wrong have nothing to fear from this.’ If you believe that we are punishing Denocte as a whole.. would that not include you? Would that not make you guilty? Remember that, the next time you dare speak before you think.” They’re right! Rostislav. Not Rostislav. Not their Warden. But oh, she is wrong. So incredibly wrong in this moment. Her friend, her comrade, ensnares her from where she pinned onto the golden man. A heartbeat, and she finds him in the crowd, boisterous and angry. Waves of crimson flood from him and pierce her, and she meets his righteous rage with the swords of her own war. Her heart aches, reaping her lungs of their breath as his words stab at her. How could he? ”If you had so many thoughts, why speak of them now? You have had ample chances, and yet where were you? Where were you when we needed you most?” Silver pricks her eyes as she stares at his handsome face, contorted with everything unsaid that has been laid bare between them. ”You are our Warden and you were gone.” @rostislav She is shaking, shaking, shaking now with the roil of waves that crash from the inside out. If her own friend could not see what the truth in what they must do — in what they are doing to keep them all safe — than who would? The crowds that scorn only grow and grow, like Calligo’s shadows that gather in the dark. So many faces that she cannot help but desire to reach out to them all; to place her hands upon their shoulders, to look them in the eye until they see — truly see — that this is for them. Aislinn steps back, hearing nothing save for the roar of her own heart and the blood that rushes in her veins. She does not hear a girl speak, does not hear the soft whispers of reason that fall from a moon child, nor the unspoken questions that linger in fearful gazes. The stormsinger leans into the far stone wall, burning. She is quiet, too quiet. But there is a storm that is called, signing it’s sweet, wicked song and building in a symphony of waves crashing onto a shore. Thunder claps with the beat of her heart, crying out with each rushed exhale of her lungs. She barely realizes then, that in moments — She begins to sing a lullaby. @isra @lavinia @jezanna @eidolon Bruised, violet billows rush towards where she and Isorath stand on the dais overlooking the courtyard. The light of Calligo’s stars are snuffed out, one by one, by the darkening of clouds. Her hurricane swirls in answer, begging, pleading to be unleashed. ”Isorath is not to blame. Your Regime is not to blame. WE, as a collective Court, are to blame. WE, as a people of this continent, of this world, are the masters of the problems that have transpired for too long.” Aislinn turns to face the silver stranger — a barely familiar face amidst a crowd of many. Frankly, she does not care, save that he slanders a coup in the midst of everything that they — his Regime — had done to ensure that he, himself would be safe. Protected. Despite the wrong doings of so many. ”If you damn yourself a spy, than by all means, that is part of the reason why we have closed the Gates in the first place.” @Raum Thunder rolls across the sky, flashes of ivory illuminating her face in brutal shadows. She sweeps the crowd, near blind with her fury, her frustration, her breath trembling. Shrieks cry out, stumbling over each other in the madness of their gathering. Yet she cannot relent, not when the scales are so close to being tipped. ”None of you know the lengths in what we would do for each and every one of you! Not one of you knows! But you do not have to understand, no matter how much we wish you could.” Her eyes shut, shut, shut, and she holds her breath, waiting for the onslaught of words. It does not come. At last, he enters then. I did not close the gates. Blue orbs snap open to behold him, watching as he steps from the corners and the shadows part from him. Her storm clouds vanish in trails of smoke, and suddenly, with it, exhaustion grows heavy within her blood and bones. Reichenbach’s presence silences them with his Stars and Smoke, and despite his wildness, his untamed soul, he settles a temporary calm over each and every one. Even her, his stormsinger, their gypsy hearts a match. Aislinn is quiet as he nears, daring his Regime both. @reichenbach The closing of the Gates will not be permanent. She only listens and waits. A miracle has transpired, where he alone stops the tempest from being unbound by her cage. And when he finishes, Aislinn dips her crown. Her King had stood up for her, and with it, a blossom blooms in her chest, floating on the still sea that is her. With a slow exhale, her chin rises, eyes on the stars above, before falling to meet them all. ”Your King and your Regime have spoken. Should you have any grievances, our Champion of Community may hear them, and our doors our open. May the stars be with us all.” She departs in a rush of silent, tired fury, until at last she herself goes to say her own goodbyes. @reichenbach @isorath @rhoswen @lyra @isra @acton @rostislav @lavinia @jezanna @Raum @eidolon ☽☉☾ The Night Court lore/history will be released soon. I’ve tagged each of your babes where they are mentioned for ease of reading <3 OOC: WOAH, here guys, have a behemoth post of a pissed off, frustrated, and upset Aislinn ;_; I’m so sorry if I missed anything, this was a beast to write XD

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