shinealight-elyon
Shine A Light
Elyon Louise Brown || Twenty || Bi-Sexual || Magick
"Never settle for the path of least resistance. Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking."
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melody-the-unwritten:
Book Thump || Open
Melody should be the one that was sorry. She was the one that freaked out and ran away from Elyon at Pride. Which still turned her cheeks pink and her ears even redder.
Watching all the books float Melody couldn’t help follow them with her eyes. How much did she wish she could be open with her own magick status.
“Oh no I’ll be fine no worries, I guess um just try not to hit me in the head for a third time?” Melody awkwardly teased pursuing her lips and running her hand through her hair. “Um I should apologize about Pride. I was really overwhelmed I really shouldn’t have headed out that night. I promise it wasn’t you.” Well it was her but still.
Elyon actually found herself laughing a bit, her cheeks glowing a bright fire red. A bad thing about having blonde hair, it doesn’t hide burning cheeks.
“I promise that I will try my absolute hardest to keep your head safe from me.” She teased a little in return. “I don’t think I can survive a three for three track record.”
Two for two was embarrassing enough. Thankfully though, it didn’t seem like she was the only one who was feeling a bit fidgety by all that was going on. It looked cute on Melody, although that was a thought Elyon kept quiet to herself since the last time she mentioned something familiar Melody had ran away.
Oh, talking about that running moment.
One of the books that was midair to be shelved suddenly dropped right to the ground. Dammit.
The sudden apology had caught Elyon off guard and her magic was showing it. She quickly turned around to pick up the book.
“No, no it’s fine. I probably didn’t help either. I was a bit tipsy...” Very boldly tipsy. She got up now and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “So I’m sorry if I might have made things uncomfortable or anything...”
Maybe she should just say that she won’t shoot for a four for four track record since it looked like she was already running at three for three...
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Knights Of The Round Table
@simba-bonfamille-lyons @alzcomicbarn @shinealight-elyon @arthur-of-camelot @labellerose-acheron @thedipster @heart-of-dunbroch
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melody-the-unwritten:
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Melody needed to probably just listen to herself. Instead of just saying she was going to leave. SHE SHOULDN”T HAVE EVEN SPOKEN JUST RUN AWAY BECAUSE REALLY WHAT THE FUCK MELODY?
She already ran away for no other reason that she was too overwhelmed that night. Melody knew herself and she should have trusted that feeling in her chest when she put on that shirt that she was too overwhelmed to go out. And now she had fucked up and ran away from a pretty blonde.
Melody just needed to not.
“No it’s okay, really, like i said hard head.” Melody knocked on her head for emphasis but then winced because yup there was a bruise and there would be for a little bit. “I spazz a lot too so I uh get it.”
“I know I already said that I am really, really sorry, but I really am very sorry.”
Honestly, one day Elyon was not going to harm someone because of her magic, but today did not seem to be the day because not only did she harm someone, but on top of that it was Melody.
And if she were to look down at the book that hit Melody, Elyon would see that it was a book that would’ve helped her out.
She was really not liking Gareth right now.
Elyon felt herself wince right with Melody. Talk about a mortifyingly embarrassing track record with a very nice and kind girl. An attractive one too, made it feel worse.
“Mine always seems to hurt people... and hard head or not... that was also a very hard book.”
As well as all the other books that were sprawled on the floor around the pair of them. One by one, Elyon made the books levitate and land gently on top of her arms. She had to clean somewhat before the librarian came and screamed at them both, even when it hadn’t been Melody’s fault at all. She didn’t need to add any further embarrassment on her list.
“I... can I do anything for you? Umm I can find you uhh ice?” In a library? Probably not, but Elyon would make it work!
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carvedfromlivingstone:
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Goliath loved his students. Really, he did. Out of all of the jobs he’d had over the long span of his life, teaching was one of his favorites.
That said, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t glad when they were off campus and he had the library to himself.
It was one of the features of the castle that had changed the least, and it always helped Goliath to feel calm and centered. With Elena’s due date rapidly approaching and the rest of his family a mess of excitement and nerves, he really could use some of that calm for himself. So he had offered to help clean the library following finals; reshelving books and making sure everything was properly in order once the librarian had cataloged everything.
Goliath was working in the history section when movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye. A young woman, trailed by floating books bobbing after her like ducklings. He blinked at the display for a moment before chuckling, shaking his head as he approached his cart. Kids, right?
He rolled back out to the main walkway, and wasn’t aware he had disturbed the student until a hardcover book was smacking against his shoulder. Goliath blinked at the book on the ground, then at the horrified student before giving her a reassuring smile.
“It’s quite alright,” he promised her with a small laugh, patting his shoulder. “Barely felt a thing.” Goliath bent down to scoop the book back up before holding it out to her. “Anything I can help you find?” he asked.
The moment Elyon’s concentration had been broken the number of floating books that had surrounded her had begun falling to the floor one-by-one. Each sound of a dropped book made the blonde cringe, she knew that she had managed to make an outright mess where there hadn’t been before.
“I’m really so so sorry! My magic does that when I’m in deep focus...” Elyon tried to explain feeling very embarrassed that she had whacked a professor.
And made a mess. The librarian was going to kill her!
She was red in the face.
“I should really know this by now... and oh no, no that’s okay I can’t possibly ask for help after whacking you. You’re okay, right?”
Yes, she had to make sure to ask because a book wasn’t a soft object, she had to imagine getting hit by one would hurt.
Of course, Elyon wouldn’t be Elyon if she didn’t hop from one topic and then back to the other all in one conversation.
“And my searching is pretty much done anyways. If anything what I should do right now is start cleaning.” Gareth could always go fall off a roof somewhere.
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melody-the-unwritten:
Book Thump || Open
Melody was still beyond embarrassed about Pride, if she had it her way she was going to avoid that blonde again and again and again. And someone please help her, Melody couldn’t handle the embarrassment or the panic.
BAM
oh fuck.
“oh hi - no - it’s - yeah - no big- I mean a book to the head no big. Hard head - I’m just going to shut up and go.”
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Elyon at first, did not register who the book had whacked because she was in a shock that her magic went and actually whammed someone, but when the shock had settled some it all registered.
Shit, it was Melody.
It was bad enough that Elyon had already whacked Melody before, but then she managed to scare her away and now smack her with a book.
Fucking Gareth.
Elyon got so red in the face that she must have looked like a glowing stop light.
“Oh god—oh god I am so so sorry! It-it was my magic. I was really focused and then I just heard something—I spazzed. I’m a spastic person, I spazz easily and it just—it just reacted! It does that my magic, it makes things float and it whacks I already whacked so many people with my paint brushes—”
And Elyon really needed to stop.
“I’m really sorry... are you okay?”
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Book Thump || Open
Elyon was in the library.
She didn’t know what for. Classes were officially over and honestly, Elyon would rather be painting. Even the reason for her being here was stupid.
It was a hallucination caused by sleep deprivation and slight intoxication.
Then... why was it all bothering her and making a mess out of her head?! She really didn’t need this right now, and yet here she was hoping to find answers behind the shelves of books on a topic she learned back in high school.
As per usual, since her mind was agitated her telepathy was too and so there were some books floating around behind Elyon for which the blonde was totally oblivious to.
That was until she heard someone approaching breaking her concentration. All of the books began to fall and one had even rushed right into the person nearby whacking them directly.
“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”
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faroutfillmore:
Literally Just Vibing | Open
Fillmore smiled contentedly. There was nothing he loved more than sharing his music with other people– sharing anything, really, that others took an interest in. He knew his interests were a little outside of the mainstream, but Pride U had a pretty significant population of curious and art-minded people whom Fillmore got along with.
He turned the volume up slightly. “This is the good part– listen to that guitar,” Fillmore explained. “It’s Hendrix. The real king of rock and roll, if you ask me. Everything comes back to this guy. Well, and a few others, but, you know. My personal favorite.”
Elyon seemed like she had something on her mind. And Fillmore had a lot of training, being an RA, in talking to people about what was bothering them, but Fillmore preferred to let the music do the work. “Hey, don’t worry if you have a a creative block, though. Happens to everyone, even the greats.”
Elyon knew that having a creative block happened to everyone, but she really did hate when it happened to her. She wanted to paint under the sun, that was her plans for today. Art got her out of her own head and out of all her problems, but now it wasn’t helping out.
The blonde gave a small pout that followed a sigh.
“I know... it just really stinks.” She shrugged. “But, maybe it won’t last for too long. Something is bound to pop up. I’d hate to return back with a blank canvas, but anyways, if I told you that I may have never heard of Hendrix, would you judge me?”
Because well... Elyon has never heard of Hendrix.
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Elyon Louise Brown’s Pride 2020 Closing Outfit
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The Kitchen Knight || One-Shot
Summary: In where Sir Gareth finally wakes up.
Trigger Warnings: None
Elyon turned the light on to her dark dorm room. It was late, she had just returned from Pixies and felt tired. Alcohol could have some blame for it, but most of it had passed her system with the dancing.
It had been a fun night. She won the contest, there was great dancing and she was pretty sure she somehow managed to scare a friend away...?
Elyon had felt bad, was confused, and tired, she was tired.
Maybe it was the empty quietness of her surroundings that had brought the sudden exhaustion. It stung, reminding Elyon of the lack of news from her kingdom. She tugged at her locket, it hadn’t glowed, she knew nothing of what was going on back home in Meridian.
Pixies took away the weight of everything for a night for Elyon, but now it was back and she was tired. She was tired of feeling like she couldn’t measure up.
There were dishes in the kitchen space that needed to be done. She should do them. It really wasn’t the time for that but she was leaving behind a trail of glitter with each step she took and that was harder to clean. At least with the dishes she can tell her roommate she did something to make up for the glitter.
The water was cold as it ran over her hands, but this was something he has gotten used to already, the weight of the dishes, and the snark belittling remarks hammered upon him for his lowly service as a kitchen boy.
Gareth never remarked back, he took it all in patient strides. A year has passed and the doors of Camelot was hosting the feast of Pentacost. A woman entered amidst the feast pleading King Arthur for a knight that would save her sister who’s castle was under seige.
The lowly kitchen boy spoke up, and asked for the granting of his request from the king, that this quest be made his. It was accepted.
Angered by such an agreement, the woman scorned and ridiculed the kitchen boy with her sharp tongue with every rising run and setting moon. Gareth never rebuked her, spoke ill to her or treated the woman unfairly.
Her piercings words at the end came to no match against the blade of his sword for every knight that crossed his path had met their end, outwitted in skill and strength.
He was Sir Gareth of Orkney, a knight formed by the practice of his skill and not the heritage of his birth.
Elyon dropped the dish that had been in her hand, the sound of shattered glass echoing against the quiet walls. What in the—what?!?!? Elyon remained still in a frozen shock of confusion. She was hallucinating, yes that’s what it was. She had just had some weird hallucination and it was because she was exhausted.
It was time for sleep, that simply was what all this was. Nodding her head, Elyon forced herself to move. She was going to bed and allowing sleep to wash over the dreadful sense of familiarity that was consuming her body.
#the kitchen knight#oneshot#knights of the round table#I finally woke her ass up#only like 500 yrs later#I probably should've done this when my brain feels aliveee and not deaadd from work weekend#bc then I'd probably feel better about ittt#but tis donee
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Elyon Louise Brown’s Pride 2020 Closing Outfit
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faroutfillmore:
Literally Just Vibing | Open
Fillmore grinned approvingly. “Alright, that’s cool,” he said, taking a sip from his jar and tapping his fingers to the music on the ground. Filllmore dabbled in things like art and music and poetry from time to time, but never seriously enough to really create anything he went back to. The muse struck other people more often than it struck him and he was okay with that.
“I think if you just, like, listen to the music it’ll give you some ideas, y’know?” Fillmore suggested. To him, this was the greatest music of all time. Everything else, any responsibilities or worries he was supposed to have, faded away.
Elyon was already looking around the park for her “spark” of inspiration. Sometimes it came quick, like the last time she was here. She saw the sun reflected by the water and was immediately inspired to re-create the sunsetting over the park.
Other times... it took longer and her brain remained a blank.
Like now, she was looking at a puddle seeing the same sun reflecting from it’s water and what she thought about was light. There was the light inside of her, her magic from Meridian that she has yet to control. Now her thoughts were lingering over the burnt holes she had to cover up in her dorm rooms.
Maybe she could paint a burning hole of light?! Yeah no... her mind was blanking. Thankfully, Fillmore had interrupted those thoughts when he mentioned his music.
“Oo maybe! So, what am I listening to?”
#bobfillmore#bdrpfillmore#oOoOo I like streetlight!!!!!!!!!#I'm down for that one!!!!#streetlight#literally just vibing
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faroutfillmore:
Literally Just Vibing | Open
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“You know it,” Fillmore grinned, moving his stereo to make room for Elyon to put her blanket down (and so it wouldn’t be blasting directly in her ear– contrary to popular belief, Fillmore understood that there was such a thing as music being too loud.)
He eyed the painting supplies Elyon had brought with her. That was the thing Fillmore thought was cool about Elyon– art, creativity, that was good stuff. Made for a well-rounded person and all. “What’re you painting?”
“No idea!”
Elyon perked as she comfortably sat down all criss cross apple sauce to boot.
“I never know. I never plan what I’m going to be painting for the day. I don’t know I feel like it kills the excitement of it all for me.”
There was a sort of fun to Elyon when she simply figures out her painting as she goes. It spoke to her life truly. She never knew when she’ll have her light magic under control. Never knew when she’ll be heading back home. Never knew when she’ll be able to bring Meridian back to normal.
She just never knew. All she knew was that right now she was Elyon Brown living in Swynlake as a student in Pride U.
“I like when the inspiration can sort of just hit me. I’ll see something and it’ll spark an idea. You’ll find out when I do.”
#bobfillmore#bdrpfillmore#literally just vibing#hmmm what should we call them???#filyon?#elmore??#fillon??#I really suck at this!!!!#lol xD
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faroutfillmore:
Literally Just Vibing | Open
June was when Fillmore thrived. As much as he liked going to school in Swynlake and all, the U.K. was just too cloudy and rainy for a kid from the desert. But June was different. When the sun came out in Swynlake, no matter what else was happening around him, Fillmore was happy.
So he packed up a picnic blanket, a mason jar of kombucha (plus a few extra in case anyone was interested in purchasing), and his clunky old portable stereo and headed to the park, ready to sit in the sun for hours and just chill. He turned on some classic rock and cranked up the volume all the way, and it wasn’t too long before someone approached. That was cool. Fillmore could make room for one more. Or a few.
“Hey man, what’s going on?” Fillmore raised his mason jar as if in a toast. “Beautiful day, huh?”
It was actually sunny in Swynlake today!! This meant that Elyon was definitely in her element so naturally she had to go enjoy being out in the rare sun!
Elyon grabbed a couple of painting stuff: some brushes, a canvas, paint all the proper essentials, because there was nothing more she’d love to do outside than to paint her surroundings. On top of all that, she had even grabbed a blanket and figured she was ready to head to the park.
Once there, she saw a familiar face and couldn’t help but laugh some to see that they both shared a similar idea for today.
“Fillmore! I should’ve known you’d be out here too.” She smiled at him, opening her own blanket and figuring that a spot next to him would be just perfect! “Bred for the sun too, huh?”
#bobfillmore#bdrpfillmore#literally just vibing#I figured they would know eachother bc Elyon has been in Pride U for threeee years now#and their faces actually know each other in real lifeee!!! xD
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elyon_louise: I was definitely built for sunny days!
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rapunzelcorcna:
LOCATION: WHOSITS AND WHATSITS ANTIQUES AND TRINKET SHOPPE.
WHEN: MIDAFTERNOON.
OPEN TO: ANYONE
Since arriving in Sywnlake, Rapunzel had quickly discovered a few favorite places, ones that she routinely worked into her weekly routine. Today’s venture happened to be Whosits and Whatsits, which she’d chosen to visit after an early shift at Garden’s Grove. Next on her route was Mad Hatter’s to grab an afternoon pick me up of caffeine, but currently, her interest had been piqued by a frying pan she’d found on one of the shelves.
Of course, when it slipped from her grip and clattered to the floor, the light chatter in the shop went silent. Rapunzel’s cheeks reddened. “Well, this is embarrassing.”
Elyon had decided in doing a little bit of shopping. She wanted to spruce up her dorm room some and find a couple of things that were great for covering stuff up. (Mainly burnt holes... she still hasn’t been able to get her light magic under control) She figured that Whosits and Whatsits would be the perfect place to stop by.
The only problem was that her hands were filled with paint brushes, and pastels, all stuff she did not come for.
Even still, the blonde continued to meander through the aisles when a sudden loud bang made her quickly turn on her heels.
Noticing the cause of the commotion, Elyon smiled at the girl thankful that it was nothing serious. “It could’ve been worse. It could’ve been a whole aisle of things falling down like dominoes. Now that’s really embarrassing. Are you alright though?”
#rapunzelcorona#bdrprapunzel#ik there has been a lot of response to this starter#but I really love Rapunzel so I needed to throw someone!!!!
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american-dragon:
“Awesome!” said Jake to the pretty blonde girl, who probably woulda been his type in high school. “I’m putting together a petition asking the Board for the Town to host an event showcasing the talents of both Animal Magicks and Mundus Animals. The Animal community often gets overlooked when it comes to big measures on the board, don’t ya think?” He nodded gravely. Inspire empathy, that’s what Fu said. Connect with your audience.
Oh, a showcasing show, that was a unique idea. Elyon found that she rather liked the idea. It sounded like a nice time for the community to get together, especially if they have all recently survived through another Swynlake shenanigan.
And at the same time, it brought awareness to animals! Including magical animals, which Elyon felt never got enough awareness.
“I do and this could even bring some awareness. I feel like not enough people are aware of all the magical creatures out there that actually exist, or they are too scared of them to want to believe they are out there. It’s really sad and awful.”
Have your heard? || open
#jakelong#bdrpjake#have you heard?#I just realized that Dove does have a perfect face for Rose loool
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apollo-aegletus:
The girl missed her home.
The feeling was so strong in her, the thought so present, that Apollo only had to glimpse it for one moment to hear it echo through the rest of him. He understood how it felt. He missed Piperi too, especially more since Simon had left and dulled a little bit of Swynlake’s glow. But he knew himself too well. He knew that if he left here and returned to the island, he’d long for Swynlake instead. He was destined, it seemed, to always be in pain, just a little– to always be empty, just a little.
He smiled softly, feeling a kinship growing between their two auras, wishing that the girl could feel it too.
“It is, isn’t it? Though I’m surprised this is the place you’ve chosen to try to capture it.” Apollo glanced behind them, at the sky. “Don’t get me wrong– it is beautiful here too. But if I were to paint the sunset, I’d go down to the lake, where it could reflect off the water as well. Have you seen the sun set down by Atlantis?”
Back in Meridian the sun would settle beautifully right over her castle and all those wondrous hues of oranges and reds would spill like a gentle fire across the horizon. Elyon would always walk out to her court yard to see the sun set and sometimes she would sit beside a pond and be left in awe by how the light reflected off it’s waters.
How had she not thought about doing the same here? How had she missed going to Atlantis instead?
“You know... I actually haven’t.”
But now she wanted to. Elyon turned back around and with the aid of her magic all of her brushes, paint materials and canvas began to lift from the ground and nestle comfortably in her arms.
“But there is still some time. Want to take a walk?”
Yes, Elyon has not met this stranger before, but she was still smiling at him warmly and hoping that he would tell her yes and come along. Maybe she had horrible stranger danger skills, but he seemed very kind and something about him made Elyon want to enjoy his company more.
Painting Catastrophe || Open
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