Solo Dad Rhys!!!! Fluff piece!!!

AHAHAJAJAJSKSKAKAIAIA I LOVE RHYSAND SO MUCH

I'm sorry for giving a villain arc to Feyre but HEY history needs to happen okay?

Nyxie baby cutie boo making his first appearance in my blog, welcome babyyyy

My mind just went FUOOOOOON once I imagined the story, I SWEAR I was riding my bike when I thought of this and had to stop middle way to my house just to think it better

Yes I changed the lyrics of Wait For It to fit the history, and yes I invented a whole bunch of shit about velaris WHO CARES

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Wait For It

In the breathtaking realm of the Night Court, the stars gleamed like diamonds in the obsidian sky, casting their ethereal glow upon the majestic city of Velaris below. Amidst the grandeur of the court, Nyx, a cherubic young boy of ten, with unruly dark curls and captivating violet eyes, eagerly awaited his Wednesday night escapade.

Nyx's parents were once deeply in love, but Feyre, burdened by a restless heart, had returned to her once fiancee, Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, after giving birth. In the aftermath of her choices, she had bitterly slandered Rhysand and his family, a web of lies that entangled them in trouble. Despite the turmoil, Rhysand only devoted himself to raising Nyx, juggling the responsibilities of both a powerful High Lord and a dedicated father.

But Nyx had a little secret, a sanctuary that filled his heart with joy amidst the chaos. Every Wednesday night, he would give his father an innocent lie, claiming to attend "extra classes" while secretly venturing to the grand theater of Velaris in the bursting heart of music and arts of the Rainbow.

The first time it happened was pure coincidence. The grand theater of Velaris hummed with the anticipation of the evening's performance. Nyx had just learned how to winnow and having his father's mischievous spirit, he went after the wave of emotion that spread everywhere he went, sneaking into an empty booth Nyx sat in awe, waiting to witness the lady everyone affectionately called "Starlight" take the stage once more. He wore a dashing little suit, feeling every inch a proper gentleman as he eagerly anticipated the show.

As the curtains rose, Nyx's eyes widened in wonderment as "Miss Starlight" appeared, bathed in the spotlight's embrace. Her voice, like a thousand twinkling stars, filled the theater, capturing hearts with its enchanting melody. She actually portrayed a character named Starlight, who reunited the story of Velaris and told it in a song, bringing the city to life and giving it a soul she shared with on stage.

When the final notes of the performance echoed through the theater, the audience erupted in thunderous applause. Nyx, who had been clapping with glee, could hardly contain his excitement as he jumped up from his seat. He knew that he had to speak to her, to let her know how much he adored her singing. With determination in his heart, Nyx slipped away from the public side, weaving through the crowd until he reached the backstage area. His little heart pounded with nervous excitement, but he couldn't let fear hold him back, he knew this was his chance to talk to the performer.

Peeking around the corner, he spotted her, still dressed in her celestial attire, chatting with some of the crew. Nyx took a deep breath, mustering all the bravery a seven-year-old could have, and stepped forward, clutching a small bouquet of flowers he had summoned from his auntie Elain's garden.

- Um, excuse me, miss Starlight? - He called out softly, a touch of shyness evident in his voice. The lady turned, and a radiant smile graced her features as she noticed the adorable little boy approaching her.

- Why, hello there - She said warmly, going down on her knees to meet his eyes. Her sparkling dress made a pool of diamonds shine around her, making her look even more like an angel - And who are you, young man?

- I'm a big fan - He whispered in shyness, hands sweating as he offered her the bouquet and she took it.

- Is my big fan's name Nyx, I suppose? - She asked as if it was a secret, Nyx's eyes widened in surprise.

- You know my name? - She chuckled gently and offered him a hand, one he gladly took in.

- Of course, I remember you. You've been coming here with your father to see the renewal, haven't you? - Nyx's cheeks flushed with delight, feeling like he was known and seen by someone special.

- Yes! I love music, and I loved, even more, your singing, Miss Starlight. It's like true magic! - She laughed, even then she sounded like she was made of music.

- Well, thank you, Nyx. That's such a lovely compliment - She replied, touched by his sincerity. Nyx pointed to her bouquet, a bit shy when she held it close to her heart.

- These are for you. They're from the Night Court's garden - He proudly said and she smiled even more.

- Thank you, sweetheart - She said, looking at the flowers with gratitude - They're beautiful, just like you - His heart swelled with joy at the praise, and a wide grin spread across his face.

- Can I, um, watch all your performances, Miss Starlight? - Her eyes sparkled with warmth and affection.

- Oh, absolutely! I would be delighted to have my biggest fan in the audience at every show - Nyx beamed, feeling like the luckiest boy in all of Prythian.

- Yay! Thank you! - He ran to hug her, taking care to not step in her dress or ruin her hair which had sparkles that shined like the stars he loved to see. As their conversation continued, Nyx's initial shyness faded away, replaced by a blossoming friendship. The lady shared stories of her love for music and the theater, and Nyx listened with rapt attention, hanging on to her every word.

From that day forward, Nyx became a regular presence at her performances. He would sit in the front row or in the same booth when he didn't feel like gaining attention from the citizens, his eyes alight with wonder, as "Miss Starlight" sang and danced with grace and passion. And each time the curtains fell, she would come to greet him, and they would share heartwarming conversations that left Nyx feeling like he had found a kindred spirit.

Their bond grew stronger with each passing performance, and Nyx's admiration for "Miss Starlight" only deepened as the years passed. Their friendship was a radiant star in the young boy's life, casting a luminous glow on his days in the Night Court. And every time he watched her on that mesmerizing stage, he couldn't help but feel that he was in the presence of true magic. There, he would be enchanted over and over again by a sweet and lovely lady, her voice as mellifluous as the Night Court's nocturnal symphony.

It took years for Nyx to finally come up with a good and durable excuse for his lack of presence every Wednesday night, sometimes even missing dinner with his family when his favorite singer invited him to dine with the rest of the cast that presented the show. Unknown to Nyx, in one of his hidden escapes, his father was making his way across the city. Under the veil of night, the streets of Velaris were bathed in a silvery glow. High Lord Rhysand, cloaked in shadows, followed the path toward one of his favorite restaurants.

While he passed through some of the streets he met Nyx's teacher walking next to the River. Curious as to why she was there he trailed her discreetly, observing her every move with a mixture of concern and curiosity. As the lady entered a quaint restaurant, Rhysand waited a moment before stepping inside. He chose a discreet corner, keeping his features hidden from curious gazes. The restaurant hummed with soft conversation and the clinking of glasses, creating a cozy ambiance.

After what felt like an eternity, the lady emerged from the restroom, looking elegant and serene. Rhysand steadied himself, deciding it was time to confront her.

- Excuse me, miss - As she walked past his table, he spoke in a low, steady voice. She turned, her eyes meeting Rhysand's, and for a moment, he saw a glimmer of recognition. However, she quickly masked it with a polite smile.

- Yes, can I help you, my Lord? - Her face was calm, too calm for someone that was supposed to be with somebody else's son and not at a restaurant having a date.

- I believe you've been teaching my son, Nyx, for the past few years - Rhysand began, maintaining an air of formality.

- Oh, Nyx - She replied, her eyes brightening with fondness - Such a charming and talented young boy. He's been attending my classes for a while now, yes.

- I must apologize for any misunderstanding, but I can't seem to understand why you are here if he was supposed to be in class right now - The lady's expression faltered, and she seemed to grasp the seriousness of the situation.

- I... I don't have formal classes with him on Wednesdays, per se. Nyx has been coming every Saturday afternoon for his lessons - Rhysand became desperate for a second, and his heart clenched with worry for his son's safety.

- So he's been lying to me - He said, his voice tinged with disappointment. The lady's eyes softened with understanding.

- I'm sorry if I inadvertently became part of his secret. I never knew he was hiding the truth from you - His ears pricked at her words, curious as to why she didn't seem any sort of nervous

- What do you mean by "hiding the truth from me"? Do you know where he is? - She seemed confused for a second, before a smile plastered on her face.

- Everyone in the streets of the Rainbow knows where the little prince goes on Wednesdays, we all assumed you and your family knew too. It's not uncommon to find him walking down the city with the actors that play in the theater - His eyes softened at hearing his son was safe and his citizens were somehow taking care of him - I'm sorry for not noticing your lack of knowledge on his where being.

- You have nothing to apologize for - Rhysand replied, his tone gentler now - I appreciate your honesty. I was just worried for his safety once I saw you here.

- He's safe with the crew, they are lovely people to be around, I actually befriended some of them, there's nothing to fear - the lady assured him, her sincerity evident - He's such a joy around them, and he's genuinely passionate about music and theater. You need to listen to him talk about his "Miss Starlight" and detail every new performance of hers - Rhysand couldn't help but feel a hint of gratitude toward the lady for cherishing his son's company. A smile graced the lady's lips, and a sparkle danced in her eyes - He's a remarkable young boy, and it's been so sweet to hear him talk about this lady, you should probably meet her and thank this female for making him so happy. He's always so enthusiastic.

- I'm planning to talk to him about this - Rhysand said, his voice tinged with gratitude, though - But I would like to be informed of any action by him, apparently there are a lot of things I don't know about. Thank you once again - As she nodded with a small smile Rhysand quickly winnowed to the Town House, calling an urgent meeting with his family.

The Night Court's Inner Circle gathered in a quiet corner of the luxurious house, their faces reflecting concern and curiosity. Rhysand sat at the head of the table, his heart heavy with worry for his young son, Nyx. He had discovered Nyx's secret escapades to watch "Miss Starlight," the lady whose performances had captured his son's heart, and now he needed advice on how to handle the situation. Mor leaned forward, her brows furrowed with worry.

- So, he's been going to watch performances instead of attending classes, is that what you just said? - She asked, concern lacing her voice.

- Yes, and he's been lying about it for a while now, years probably. I didn't find out until this night when I found his teacher in a restaurant, and I'm not sure how to address it without making him feel ashamed - Rhysand nodded, his voice tinged with regret.

- He's a curious child, Rhysand. He probably felt the need to hide it because he thought you'd disapprove - Amren, always the pragmatic one, spoke up.

- I can understand why he'd be drawn to her performances. She's a true star on that stage - Cassian chimed in, his face thoughtful.

- And she's been wonderful with Nyx - Azriel added quietly - I've seen her interact with him after her shows, and the way he lights up in her presence is undeniable.

- Wait, wait, wait, both knew he was going to her performances and none of you thought about telling me? - His brother's expression fell at their mistake, slowly looking at each other before looking at their High Lord again.

- Maybe? I mean, we saw him on the front row once and when we made sure he was safe we left him there - Cassian explained first, exchanging looks with the shadowsinger.

- We were waiting for him to tell you - Azriel closed the conversation, looking at the ground in shame.

- Hold on, the actress we are talking about is the one who played Edwina in "Whimsical Serenade"? - As Cassian and Azriel eagerly agreed, their faces lighting up, Morrigan laughs hard, finally understanding the whole situation - Of course! It all makes sense now! Even I lied to you once to go watch her performance with Elain. I didn't notice Nyx there, though.

- Isn't she the one who plays Rhysand in "A High Lord's Duel"? - Amren jumps in the conversation, and Nestha's eyes widened at the mention - Holy shit, she is amazing. It actually scared me how well she incorporates Rhysand in the scenes with Tamlin.

- If so she is the one who plays Eliza in "A Heartfelt Symphony" - All of them agreed to her statement, starting a discussion about her talent and performances.

- Let me get this straight, all of you watched her at least once? - As the Inner Circle discussed Nyx's infatuation with "Miss Starlight", as well as their experiences with her, unbeknownst to them, the young boy himself stood at the doorway, eavesdropping on the conversation with a mix of fear and guilt. He knew he had let his father down, and he dreaded facing the consequences of his actions.

Before Nyx could retreat, Mor's keen senses detected his presence. She glanced towards the door and smiled warmly at him.

- Nyx, come on in. We were just discussing your little adventures - His little heart pounded in his chest, but he knew he couldn't hide anymore. Nyx took a deep breath and stepped into the room, his violet eyes meeting his father's concerned gaze.

- Nyx - Rhysand began gently - We know about your visits to watch the shows at the theater. Why didn't you tell me the truth?

- I didn't want you to be angry with me, Papa. I love her singing, and I didn't think you'd let me go if you knew - Nyx's shoulders slumped, his voice small.

- Nyx, I'm not angry with you. I just want to know the truth. You don't have to hide anything from me - Rhysand softened, understanding his son's fear.

- Plus, we all know about her. You're not the only one who's watched her perform, little one - Mor grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Nyx's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked around at the Inner Circle, finding nods of agreement from each of them. The knowledge that everyone knew and still supported him brought a smile to his face.

- You guys have seen her too? - Nyx asked in awe.

- Of course! We had to make sure you weren't getting into any trouble, boo - Cassian chuckled.

- Papa, please come with me to the next show. She's amazing, and I think you'll like her too - Nyx turned back to his father, his eyes earnest.

- Yes, Daddy, Miss Starlight is the best in the whole wide world - Nestha chuckled before earning a warning glare from the High Lord.

- All right, Nyx. I'll go with you, and we can enjoy her performance together - Rhysand's heart swelled with love for his son and his genuine enthusiasm.

Nyx beamed, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew he could trust his father, and having him there by his side meant the world to him. And so, with the support of the Inner Circle and his loving father, Nyx felt a newfound sense of confidence. He had learned that honesty and trust were the building blocks of their family, and he was eager to share the magic of "Miss Starlight" with the one person he loved most in the world – his Papa, the High Lord of the Night Court.

As fate would have it, one week later they arrived at the theater, Rhysand's heart pounding in his chest with a nervousness he hadn't felt for years. He let Nyx guide them to one of the booths that held an upper vision of the scenario, his son kept gazing at the stage with an enchantment that seemed to hold a spell over him. The performance began, and a whole bunch of songs were being presented that night. The musical was called "The Whole World of the Night Court", each actor portraying a different city of his territory, telling its story in the form of a song.

The lights turned off again, and Nyx started to shake completely in his chair with excitement. As the grand theater's velvet curtains parted, a hushed anticipation swept through the audience. A spotlight illuminated the stage, and there she stood, "Miss Starlight," bathed in a celestial aura, ready to weave her magic once more. Rhysand sat straighter in his seat, his heart fluttering with both curiosity and the enchantment that surrounded the mysterious lady, a sudden uneasiness taking his body.

As for Nyx, his wide violet eyes were shimmering with excitement, his small hands gripping the edge of the plush seat. He was eager to share this moment with his Papa, to introduce him to the magic that had captured his young heart. Her, interpreting once again her character Starlight, began to tell Velaris stories to the public as if it was her own, eyes shimmering at each word. Suddenly the orchestra began to play a mesmerizing melody, and the lady took a deep breath, her voice tinged with emotion as she began to sing. The soulful notes of the piano accompanied her melodic voice, setting the stage for the tale she was about to tell.

- Theodosia writes me a letter every day; I'm keeping the bed warm while her father is away, He's on the human side in Prythian; He's trying to keep the colonies in line; But he can keep all of Prythian; Theodosia, she's mine - She sang, making a clear reference to the firstly High Lord that idealized Velaris as a gift to his wife, Theodosia. This fact made Rhysand even more aware of the spectacle.

- Love doesn't discriminate; Between the sinners and the saints; It takes, and it takes, and it takes; And we keep loving anyway; We laugh, and we cry, and we break, and we make our mistakes; And if there's a reason I'm by her side; When so many have tried; Then I'm willing to wait for it; I'm willing to wait for it.

With a glance at Nyx, who was completely enthralled by the performance, Rhysand knew that this lady had the power to touch hearts and ignite imaginations.

- My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher; But there are things that the homilies and hymns won't teach ya; My mother was a genius; My father commanded respect; When they died, they left no instructions; Just a legacy to protect - At that she clearly meant the legacy every High Lord had to carry to protect the city, himself being one of the many that had to sacrifice a lot to keep the secret - Death doesn't discriminate; Between the sinners and the saints; It takes, and it takes, and it takes; And we keep living anyway; We rise, and we fall, and we break, and we make our mistakes; And if there's a reason I'm still alive; When everyone who loves me has died; I'm willing to wait for it; I'm willing to wait for it.

As the chorus echoed through the theater, Rhysand felt a connection to the song's message. He understood the yearning for something that might be just out of reach, and it resonated deep within his soul.

- Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait - The quiet intensity in her expression held the audience captive while the back vocals reached their peak, and Rhysand found himself captivated as well, unable to look away.

Her voice rose, reaching heights that seemed to touch the very stars, and as the orchestra swelled around her, Rhysand could feel the passion in every word she sang.

- I am the one thing in life I can control; I am inimitable, I am an original; I'm not falling behind or running late; I'm not standing still, I am lying in wait - He understood it as a way of saying how every city thrived and Velaris kept being a hidden city towards the other courts - Nightmare's face is an endless uphill climb; He has something to prove; He has nothing to lose; Nightmare's pace is relentless, he wastes no time; What is it like in his shoes?

Nightmare was one of the characters previously introduced in the show, representing the Hewn City and their politics of participating in every decision, especially by being the formal representation and the known image of the Night Court.

- Nightmare doesn't hesitate; He exhibits no restraint; He takes, and he takes, and he takes; And he keeps winning anyway; He changes the game; He plays and he raises the stakes; And if there's a reason he seems to thrive when so few survive; Then, goddammit, I'm willing to wait for it; I'm willing to wait for it - Her voice went to a soft breeze, tickling Rhysand's soul as she rose her voice again for the final chorus - Life doesn't discriminate; Between the sinners and the saints; It takes, and it takes, and it takes; We rise, and we fall; And if there's a reason I'm still alive; When so many have died; Then I'm willing to - Her eyes met his in the middle of the public, a sense of understanding passing through them, an unspoken love for their court and the child both of them unknowingly raised together. She was still looking him deep in his eyes as she smiled and repeated the final phrase - Wait for it.

The final verse carried an air of determination, of embracing the journey and whatever it may bring. As the last notes reverberated through the theater, the audience erupted in applause, their hearts touched by the lady's stirring performance. Rhysand glanced at Nyx, whose eyes shone with a mixture of awe and admiration.

- That was amazing, Papa! Did you like it? - Nyx asked, his voice brimming with excitement.

- Yes, my star, I loved it. And I'm glad you brought me here to experience it with you - Rhysand smiled, his heart full of love for his young son and the lady who had brought so much joy into their lives.

Amid the ending performance with a song that reunited all of the cast together, the lady glanced up and met Rhysand's intense stare once again, singing some of the parts to him, in that fleeting moment the music seemed to draw them closer, and when she smiled bright and big and bowed to him in the end, his heart skipped a beat.

The final notes of the fun goodbye to the cast proportionate filled the air as the audience erupted into thunderous applause again. Nyx's heart swelled with pride, knowing that his Papa, the High Lord of the Night Court, had enjoyed the mesmerizing magic of "Miss Starlight's" song, just as he had. He couldn't wait to introduce them properly. As the crew took their final bow and the curtain fell, Nyx tugged on his father's hand, his excitement evident in his wide, sparkling eyes.

- Papa, come on! Let's go meet her! - He exclaimed, practically bouncing with enthusiasm. Rhysand chuckled at his son's exuberance, happy to see him so thrilled.

- All right, lead the way, little star - He said, following Nyx as they made their way backstage.

Behind the curtain, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement as the crew congratulated the lady on her outstanding performance. Nyx's eyes searched for her, and when he finally spotted her amidst the commotion, he pulled his father towards her.

- Miss Starlight! - Nyx called out, his voice filled with adoration. The lady turned, her eyes lighting up when she saw Nyx approaching with Rhysand in tow. She smiled warmly, her gaze moving from Nyx to Rhysand.

- Hello there, both of you - She greeted them, her voice as sweet as a lullaby. Nyx beamed, proud to have his father by his side.

- This is my Papa, the High Lord Rhysand. Papa, this is Lady Starlight, High Lady of the musical theater - he said, introducing them with a touch of pride.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, My Lord - The lady said, offering a graceful curtsy - Nyx has spoken very highly of you. I couldn't wait to finally meet the father of my biggest fan - Rhysand couldn't help but feel a hint of curiosity as he looked at the lady before him.

- Likewise - He replied with a genuine smile - Your performance was extraordinary. I've never heard such a captivating voice. And please, call me Rhysand, or Rhys - Her cheeks flushed with a blush of delight, and she bowed her head slightly

- Thank you, Rhysand. I'm honored that you enjoyed it - Before Nyx could contain his excitement, he interjected.

- Papa, you should ask her out on a date! - He shouted to his father, jumping up and down in place as he looked at both of the people he loved the most in the world (not that he would ever admit it next to the rest of his family). Rhysand blinked, surprised by Nyx's candid suggestion. He exchanged a glance with the lady, and a soft smile played on her lips.

- Is that so? - He asked, humor dancing in his eyes. Nyx nodded enthusiastically.

- Yes! She's really nice, and I know you'll like her. And I really want to call her mommy. And I'll change my name to Nyxie Starlight, and we'll be a family - Rhysand couldn't help but chuckle at his son's matchmaking efforts. Nyx, in his characteristic innocence, suggested they should marry soon so that Rhysand could be Mister Starlight, Nyx's mind forever intertwining her character's name with her true identity.

- Well, if it's alright with you, Miss Starlight, I'd love to take you out for a date - The lady's smile grew, her eyes shining with amusement.

- I'd be delighted, Rhys - The blush that covered her cheeks made Rhysand's heart flutter in a way he hadn't felt, even when he was with Feyre.

Nyx reveled in having both his beloved daddy and his adored Starlight in his life, and Rhysand found solace and bliss in a love he thought he would never experience again.

As they exchanged information and chose a day and place, Nyx couldn't contain his excitement, thrilled that his plan had worked. He knew that this lady had brought so much joy into his life, and he wanted nothing more than to see his Papa happy as well.

As they bid their farewells and left the theater, Rhysand felt a sense of warmth in his heart, grateful for the magical night he had shared with his son and the enchanting lady they now knew as "Miss Mommy Starlight." And as they looked up at the starlit sky above the Night Court, Rhysand knew that the adventure they had embarked upon was just beginning, an adventure filled with love, music, and the serendipitous magic of young hearts.

They embraced the magic of their fate, as their lives intertwined like a dance, creating a tale of love that would be whispered through the ages in the immortal lands of Prythian as the most magically musical love story that ever ran through history. Or the most disgustingly cute, as Nyx would proclaim, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

castles in the air | lee donghyuck | epilogue

lee donghyuck x female reader 

genre; enemies-to-lovers, friendship, romance, fluff, angst

warnings; none

foreword; in which you might be a real-life princess with a prince promised to you right from the start, but you won’t be getting your happy ever after. 

<< previous 

2 years later 

Fairy lights illuminate the darkened streets of Hongdae, and everywhere you go, you see groups of friends trooping about and couples huddled close together. For a moment, you feel a bitter pang of loneliness, conscious of how glaringly isolated you appear, but then you tell yourself that you’re walking with a purpose, and you’re not meant to be milling aimlessly about like these carefree youngsters around you. 

Just like it always has been. 

You remember when you were younger, you wished you could chill with friends in a cafe in Hongdae, the neighbourhood brimming with the vitality of youthful hearts. But you were always either busy studying or attending social functions, and you hung out more with adults than people your age. Of course, there was a time when you acted like a normal teenager for once; you went to a high school party, got stuck in a musty closet with a boy who had an angelic voice, and you got so wasted that said boy had to haul your drunk ass home. 

You went to cafes with him; he dirtied your favourite bag, but he got you a new one to make up for it. He sang you songs on the hood of his car, beneath the cloak of stars that sheltered you both. He took you to prom and told you that you were pretty; you had never seen him so shy before. He kissed you once, breathing starlight into your soul and fire into your veins. And he even gave you a song, wrote a melody into your heart that you find yourself humming occasionally, till this very day. 

You pull your scarf tighter around your neck as a gust of chilly air blows across your cheek, sweeping up the fallen leaves scattered across the sidewalk. All that’s left of the boy now are nothing more than bittersweet memories, a silent echo of what could have been. You don’t like to dwell on it too much; there’s simply no point. You’d stopped building castles in the air ages ago. 

But you’d never stopped hoping, with all your heart, that he’s finally managed to build his own castles for real. 

You cast a quick glance at your watch, jolting yourself back to reality; you had been sent by your parents to check up on the new branch of their fashion company they just had opened up at Hongdae. You are now slowly learning the ropes of running their company, getting ready to take over. You’re not sure if this is truly what you want in life—you wish you had Donghyuck’s firm innate passion for something—but for now, it gives you a vague sense of fulfilment, which is sufficient. Maybe one day you’ll find something of your own that ignites a spark within you and burns so brightly that you’ll have no choice but to pursue it in reckless, passionate abandon. 

As you walk with quickened steps and renewed purpose, the heels of your boots clacking rhythmically on the pavement, you begin to notice more and more buskers lining the street, each with crowds of people surrounding them. Most are dancing; there are a couple singers as well, and even a rapper at the end of the street. 

You’re about to turn the corner when a familiar melody halts you right in your tracks.

And it’s not just the melody; it’s that honeyed, saccharine voice you’d once thought was a celestial gift from the heavens. That voice you wanted to have on loop forever because it was too precious and beautiful to ever let go. 

Lee Donghyuck’s voice.

True enough, he sits on a high stool a few feet away, eyes closed as he sings to a small crowd around him. But he looks so immersed in his own little world that you think it’s more likely he’s singing to himself rather than performing to anyone else.

Bathed in the vivid glow of passion and completely in his own element, moonlight irradiating the planes of his face, he’s just so beautiful.

He has glossy purple hair now, and it’s tucked messily under a black cap. His fingers are closed tight around a mic in his hands as he belts out the lyrics to ‘Beautiful Time’. 

Your song. The song he wrote just for you. 

Hearing it live is truly a surreal experience. Your hands tremble slightly; you clutch your bag just a little tighter.

It’s all worth it, and you’re so glad. Seeing him like this, you know you made the right choice back then.

The song ends, and everyone breaks out into applause. It is just like that day in the cafe, when Donghyuck sang and everyone fell right under his spell, entranced by the sound of his voice. 

“Thank you,” Donghyuck says bashfully, smiling at the floor and rubbing his neck. “Actually, I wrote this song for my friend. It’s been really long since I last saw her, and… well, I really miss her.”

Your heart just about stops right there. 

“I was about to give up singing, but she was the one who persuaded me not to. And I’ll be forever grateful to her for that.”

“I hope that wherever she is, she’s happy, and I hope she always will be.”

A single tear rolls down your cheek; you wipe it away hastily. 

“All right,” Donghyuck says, grabbing the mic again. “It’s time for the last song of tonight. I hope all of you will enjoy it.”

You want, more than anything, to stay and listen to this last song, but you know that once you do that, you won’t be able to move on with your life and do what you’re supposed to do. You’ll fall in too deep, and there will be no escape this time. Donghyuck’s voice just has that power over you.

No, Donghyuck has that power over you.

So you clutch resolutely onto your Prada bag, steal one last longing look at the boy who’s held your heart hostage, and walk away.

—

Donghyuck’s about to start the last song of the night when he notices someone lurking at the edge of the audience, turning away to walk off, presumably to the next busker.

More specifically, he notices the bag the person is carrying; it is filled with pastel hues of pink, purple and blue, with a shiny triangular Prada logo right smack in the centre. It is all too strikingly familiar. 

Because he chose those colours himself. And he chose the customised design, which means that the bag can belong only to one person.

A surge of adrenaline pumps through Donghyuck’s veins; he gets up from his stool and takes off into the night, startling the little crowd around him. But he could care less.

The past two years, he’s never stopped thinking about you. He’d broken up with Sohui shortly after the prom he took you to, and he was planning to tell you just that on the night of your birthday. That you two didn’t need that stupid contract anymore, not when he thinks his heart might have finally found its home. That when he kissed you, it was like the stars aligned and he felt constellations erupt in the universe of his soul. That he was sorry for ever hating you, and he’d make it up to you in any way you wanted. But then you abruptly ended it all, cutting off all forms of contact with him and destroying all the castles he’d built in the air.

He figured you probably would never feel the same way as he did.

But that didn’t stop him from writing, singing, and dreaming about you. After all, you told him to chase his dreams, and he wouldn’t stop doing that, not for the world.

And now, you’re right there within his grasp. He’s not letting you slip away from him again.

It doesn’t take him long to catch up to you. Before you can walk any further, he grabs your wrist and you whirl around in response.

It’s really you. You look just as ethereal as ever, with your hair a moonlit cascade down your back, eyes sparkling like stars amid sundown.

“Y/N,” he breathes, just as your eyes widen at the sight of the boy you’d resolved to erase from your life standing right before you.

And it is at that moment that the castles in the air come alive.

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a/n; aaand that’s a wrap!! tysm for all the support and the comments hehe <3 i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it !! peace out, stay safe and healthy yall ^^ till next time :) 

50... out of love

Klance, 1,126, unbetad, this is the last klance kiss prompt if i get enough im prob gonna make a whole thing on ao3 so send me a few more kiss prompts <3

The podium was bathed in artificial candlelight, golden and bright in the wake of the setting beach sun. An alter swathed in ivory drapes and loaded with champagne colored roses and pale, green leaves and vines weighed the painstakingly hand-built frame. The sky was a rosy gold hue, the drenges of blue met the deep, blue sea of the horizon.

Upon the white sand beach sat an array of colorful guests; largely human, but plenty of aliens to fill up seats. A chalkboard sign sat at the end, choose a seat, not a side! We’re all a family once the knot is tied! Handwritten by Lance sat at the entrance of the mini chapel set outside on the white sand beach just before twilight.

When the sun hit the horizon, faded white-gold molten in it’s dying embers, the ceremony began. The audience hushed itself, all eyes forward at the two groomsmen dressed in ivory and pale gold. The warm colors seemed to glow under the warm lanterns lining the aisle and filling the podium.

A Catholic priest, insisted upon by both Lance and his mother due to their religious upbringings, was to officiate the weddings. Keith didn’t mind the religious aspect of the wedding, as long as he could finally legally call Lance his.

The little green boutonniere pinned to their lapels, all little, pale leafy greens and off white, twined in gold to clasp to their rental suits, kept catching Keith’s eye. The priest droned on, and he was listening, honestly, but it was mostly religious garbo that Keith could barely hang on to. It was nice, the boutonniere. He was glad they went with the off white and champagne with a little touch of green as their wedding colors instead of the motley clash of blue, red, and black to match their lions. No offense, but as nice as the sentiment was, even Keith admits that’s a pretty tacky. The champagne gold and off-white ivory felt clean and simple, but with enough pizzazz to satisfy Lance’s need for a little something extra. Extra with a capital E.

Their rings, simple gold bands with the tiniest diamonds in the band, were slipped on their ring fingers with their vows. Lance started tearing up, a crystalline tear slipping from his eyes that showed the barest hint of laugh lines.He can’t wait to see what other wrinkles he’ll get with time. Keith’s hands shook when Lance slipped the ring on his finger, the age showing in his knuckles. They weren’t old, but a lot of time has passed since they were launched into space in the Blue Lion.

With the final words, echoed over their shivering onlookers- wracked with tears of joy- he announced them as husbands to all, to seal with a kiss. Keith didn’t hesitate to bring Lance’s wet face into his own for a deep, tender kiss, their lips tasting like salt from the sea and from their tears.

He loved this man, this tall, blubbering, beautiful man with all of his golden heart, and they’re going to spend the rest of their lives together. The gold ring was already warm on his hand, warm on Lance’s cold cheeks from the cold ocean wind. Twilight had settled around them, and when their lips unsealed, the din of sound was finally registered in Keith’s ringing ears.

Everyone- team Voltron, their families, their friends, all their acquaintances and comrades made from the Garrison and flying through space- was cheering and applauding with all their hearts, hands clapped raw and red, but they weren’t going to stop. They threw champagne colored rose petals at them in fistfuls as they ran down the aisle, hand in hand. Children found the little champagne-shaped bubble bottles and were going ham and blowing as many, iridescent bubbles into the pink, heavenly sky, paintbrushes of lavender and blue like Lance’s eyes streaked from the east to wash away the faded gold and pink.

Keith was so happy, Keith was so in love. Keith looked upon Lance and his watery, blue eyes and found him grinning ear to eat, just as happy as Keith felt. They kissed at the end of the aisle, ignoring the sand in their shoes (the guests must have it worse, sitting in the sand on white, fold out chairs), and was met with another round of raucous cheers.

After pictures, cocktail hour, dinner, the toasts (that left Lance crying again), and dessert, Keith lead Lance out onto the golden lit dance floor, the ceiling just artfully draped fabric hung with dozens of fairy lights and paper lanterns that shifted in the gentle, sea breeze. He brought Lance close, held him close and was already sworn to never let go. Their first dance was a slow rendition of Can’t Help Falling in Love, a homage to Lance’s own parents’ first dance. It was the softest, sweetest moment that left Keith’s already very tender heart melt under Lance’s warm hands and cool, blue gaze.

More people of the party joined the dance; Lance’s parents, his brother and wife, Coran and one of Lance’s aunts (that Lance snorted at the sight of), Shiro and his husband, Matt and his wife. Allura came out on the second song, giggling into her hand and let Hunk sweep her away in a swoosh of her champagne-gold colored gown and starlight hair piled atop her head in an elegant swirl. Pidge danced with Beezer, a little bowtie clipped under where his face is supposed to be, her own champagne dress somehow worn not as elegant as Allura’s despite being the exact same one. A flash of muddy sneakers under the swirling fabric caught Keith’s eye.

He pressed his cheek into Lance’s ivory shoulder, smelt the warm sweetness of his good cologne (the cologne he wore for special occasions, ie their first date, the night Lance asked him to marry him, Shiro’s wedding). Lance sighed into his hair, smelling the coconut of Keith’s shampoo (but actually Lance’s shampoo, Keith stopped buying shampoo years ago).

“Keith?” Lance said, voice barely heard over the sound of the next song. More people flooded the dance floor, bubbling and golden with filled stomachs and hearts.

“Hmm?” Keith said into Lance’s neck. He placed a tender kiss above the stark-white of Lance’s collar.

“Wanna know a secret?”

“You still have secrets, you blabbermouth?” Keith chuckled.

Lance stomped on Keith’s dress shoe. He laughed into Lance’s ear.

“I love you, Keith,” Lance said, so soft and full of love. It was a firm statement, that left no room to question.

Keith pulled back and placed a warm kiss on Lance’s lips. “I love you, too,” he whispered, heart so fond and soft, and oh so ready for their gilded future together.

Hyungwon ONLY; { How many petals can a flower have? }

{ How many petals can a flower have? The answer is infinite. }

{ Alternatively titled a few scattered minutes in Hyungwon’s rather average and boring life. }

1026 HRS

<Mum>: Kyungwon is back from America and Hyewon just won her case in Japan. She’ll be back in Korea in a day or two. <Mum>: When will you come home?

Hyungwon places the phone back on his bedside table and rolls over, flinging his covers over his head. An astrophysicist, a lawyer and… a disappointment. Why would his parents want him back in Gwangju? He sighs into his bedsheets and closes his eyes, drifting back into sleep.

Even if Hyungwon could catch all the dandelions in the world, none of his wishes would ever be granted. It was against the laws of reality.

-

1958 HRS

If his life were a canvas, then Hyungwon’s past was streaks of red and black upon it. All that he is doing now is attempt to cake the canvas in a layer of white paint in the hopes that it will somehow hide the blemishes away, that it will look new, untainted and untarnished again.

“C’mon, just a beer this one time, Hyungwon-ah?”

Hyungwon gives an easy laugh, practised to perfection.

“Sorry,” he says, a slight ruefulness tugging at the corners of his otherwise genuine smile. “I don’t drink.”

His co-workers sigh at this Hyungwon in front of them, but all Hyungwon can see is the fifteen year old one with roses for eyes and a throat full of thorns.

-

0823 HRS

The flowers look pretty wrapped in baby blue and tied off with a creamy pink. Lisianthus, waxflowers, and ranunculus. Hyungwon nods politely along to the florist as she gathers them up.

“For a special someone?” She asks, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear with one hand as she rings up the bouquet with another.

Hyungwon smells the flowers. “Unfortunately not. I wish it were for you though.”

The forty-something year old florist laughs sweetly and Hyungwon can’t help but grin.

(he grins again as his colleague, who is going on maternity leave, gathers him into a hug upon presentation of the flowers.)

-

0046HRS

“You’re rather quiet.”

Hyungwon just continues to scan the crime scene. 

“Do you want to call it?”

Hyungwon purses his lips and exhales through his nose. “Our killer is let in through the front door. They must have appeared non-threatening at the time—there’s a used umbrella by the door and a few pairs of slippers that are too big for our victim out— so our victim lets them in. They come into the living room where they get into an argument.” He walks over to the couch that isn’t quite facing the television. “Our victim pushes our killer, hence the couch is disturbed. They retaliate by pushing her back. She falls over the coffee table. Knocks over the flower vase. This is the last straw for our victim and she throws her engagement or wedding ring on the ground. You can see on our victim, the left ring finger has a slight indent.”

As he reasons out the crime scene, he turns a full circle, gesturing from one point of the room to the next before ending up looking out the open window. “Our killer probably jumped. He’ll be too injured to get that far out of the area.”

“A lover’s tiff?” Hyungwon’s partner raises his eyebrows.

“Probably,” Hyungwon answers absentmindedly, his gloved hands already moving towards the table where a scattered trace of white powder could be found.

His partner eyes some wrapping in the bin. “The flowers are fresh though.”

Hyungwon sighs.

   “They always are.”

-

1404HRS

Hyungwon sits up on the couch. He runs a hand down his face and exhales shakily. He rubs the sleep from his eyes before just sitting there, still tired. Still so goddamn tired.

The calming scent of potpourri fills him up with dried roses.

-

0523HRS

He couldn’t sleep, but now he’s spiralled into a disaster. Maybe he’ll talk about this, laugh it off amongst his co-workers when they ask why he was falling asleep over his paperwork. I just finished a round of LoL and I looked at the time, he will mine looking at the time in bottom right hand corner, his palm coming up in a ‘what?’ gesture and his eyes will narrow in pretend disbelief. 5:23am, and I just sat there, staring at my screen. You know how it blacks out? Yeah, I could see my reflection and I just sat there going, what the hell am I doing with my life?

“When did you even start gaming?” One of the more curious co-workers will ask, her cheek resting on the back of her knuckles.

And Hyungwon will only tease her back, “When do you think boys start? We’re born gamers.”

And his co-worker will playfully slap Hyungwon’s arm and he will just give her a grin.

But, right now, as he stares at his reflection on the screen, his thoughts are sycamore seeds, spiralling through the haze of his mind until they come to rest on the floor. With due water and sunlight, it will bloom into another sturdy tree, as indestructible as the ones that have already caged his mind.

-

1059 HRS

<Hyungwon>: I don’t know mum. Sorry.

-

1820 HRS

The ladle clatters against the sink as Hyungwon discards it. The kitchen smells of spices and herbs with a hint of sesame oil underneath—it smells just like Hyungwon. It smells like home back in Gwangju, like the packed lunches he always bought to school. It smells of petty arguments with Hyewon and cold shoulders from Kyungwon, of soft lullabies sung by his mother and scraped knees patched by his father.

But it also smells like drunken nights out, like the smoke that curled over his lips, of universal disapproval and unfounded arrogance.

He turns back towards the plates, the food plated nicely in an aesthetic fashion. Leaving his apron by the door, he grabs his camera from the living room to take a photo. He’ll upload it later, but for now, there are four plates worth of food and only one mouth. Suddenly the one bedroom apartment feels much too big and much too unlived in. He slides into the chair. The plates across the table feel too far, like as if he reached over, they would still be a whole ocean away. The little orange flower he had cut from a carrot begins to unfurl on one of the other plates as the toothpick fails to hold the thick petals together.

As he eats, he tries to distract himself with the thought of a shirt he saw in a shopfront the other day. This summer, checkers and vermillion were in for men and floral for women. It seems like it may be a fun summer.

-

1111HRS

He captures the dandelion fluff in between his fingers. The sun makes his skin glow golden and fills him up. Apricity. And just like this, with one hand on his bag strap and the other bringing the white softness towards his lips, he makes a wish upon the seedling of a weed.

-

0101 HRS

“Hey, are you okay?” Hyungwon moves towards the new recruit who was squatting by the sidewalk. He squats down too, but hesitates, not sure if the other would appreciate if Hyungwon put an arm around his shoulders.

“Yeah,” the new recruit manages. “I’ll be fine.”

They sit like that, their car in front of them, the crime scene behind them and yellow tape all around as other officers move to secure the area. It’s not a full moon tonight, but even under the slight sliver of moonlight, Hyungwon eyes a suspicious patch of shadows on the driveway next to them.

“It was just a shock,” the recruit breaks the silence, his voice almost a monotone if it weren’t for the slight wobble at the end.

Hyungwon stretches his legs out in front of him. “First time seeing a dead person in real life?”

“Yeah.”

And Hyungwon curls an arm around the new recruit, because even if the other was dealing quite well without tears or shaking shoulders, sometimes the red blooming on a mutilated chest can be too much. And Hyungwon wants to tell the other that sometimes it doesn’t get better, not until the tenth, the twentieth, or maybe even the fiftieth.

-

-7247 HRS

It feels like the sky is collapsing on him and the only thing keeping him upright is the cold wall on his bare back. His shirt has probably been discarded on the floor somewhere. He gingerly wipes the bitter taste of another man from his lips and pushes off from the wall. Flowers begin to bloom from the concrete, yellow, orange, and blue. He feels warm and fuzzy, like the winter sun gently wrapping him up to chase away the snow. Wherever he steps in search of his shirt, there is a kaleidoscope of colours. An orange tulip will morph into a bluebell and a lilac will melt into a golden chrysanthemum.

He feels good. This feels good.

He thinks maybe it’s time to search out the girl with the studded jacket, ample chest, tight waist and perky butt on the fringes of the audience to seduce to bed, but then remembers one of the sponsors had been eyeing him up. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind. He feels great. Except that his throat burns. No, wait. It’s his neck that feels bruised. He can’t remember what happened, and sometimes that happens, but it’s okay. Because he feels on top of the world and the stars are raining down on him in bright pinpricks of light that burn where they land on his skin. The flowers look even more beautiful bathed in brilliant star light. They glow. Red roses bathed in a purifying fire.

He eventually figures out that the thing he has picked up is his pants. His knees are scraped and the blood are lines of ruby. In the starlight, they glow with a worth that is more than his lifeline. His back is probably also decorated with lines of rubies, sapphires and diamonds. He is studded in worth. When they push against him, when they pull and drag and thrust and wrap their hands around his throat to line them with purple pearls, they draw out that worth in him and decorate him in the easy touch of gems that runs in his veins. He gives a little laugh and continues to skip through the field of ever changing flowers towards the exit.

“I’m not kidding when I said I’ll shoot you cops!”

Bang.

Bang, bang, bang. All the flowers suddenly retreat into the concrete and it stops showering stars. Hyungwon is left in the dark.

Ahead of him, a figure stumbles into his line of vision. Hyungwon quickly tries to catch them, but ends up tripping. The body falls on top of him, knocking his breathing away.

“Contain the damage! Don’t let a single one get away!”

The figure is naked, Hyungwon quickly realises, and the face is recognisable. It’s the male who always orders half g of coke and likes to cut off Hyungwon’s oxygen supply even when Hyungwon repeatedly tells him not to. His eyes are already glassy, like the last of life has fogged them up but his breath is still warm as it fans across Hyungwon’s cheek. Suddenly it feels hot, feels way too hot trapped under the weight of another person. It’s with a sense of urgency that Hyungwon begins to push at the body on top of him. The male above him sucks in a breath and manages to rasp something that sounds suspiciously like ‘you’ before expiring.

Hyungwon freezes.

Then he makes a mad scramble to get out. He’s pushing at the dead body, the fixed glassy eyes stare at Hyungwon accusingly, asking why isn’t Hyungwon dead too. The body is still so hot from life, his hands shove at the naked chest. Except it burns. It’s sticky and it burns, and Hyungwon pulls his hand away, clamping back a yelp. It’s covered in blood. His hands are covered in blood. It’s not rubies anymore, it’s just blood blood blood and more blood.

Somehow Hyungwon manages to flip the dead body over.

The chest is ripped to shreds. Heaped flesh line the bullet hole where the heart should be, and there are shards of bone littered inside with lumps of muscle and blood gushing over everything. A red poppy blooming after death. A waterfall of the most primal red, cascading. A bright red so full of oxygen, so full of life, that it makes Hyungwon sick. The metallic tang of blood is mixed in with the stench of a half digested dinner.

“Round up the last of what we can. Remember your own safety is a priority too!”

Shit. Hyungwon attempts to stand on wobbly legs. He needs to find Gunwoo and Jiyoung and the rest and get them back to Gwangju. He needs to, he has to, he’s got to. But his legs are so weak, and his arms are too, but somehow he does it. Somehow he manages to drag himself into a crawl.

The place is alien to him without the field of flowers and the star shower. He chokes on the air of the underground arena, so full of sweat, blood and gunpowder—so full of death and so full of thorns.

-

∞ HRS

Life courts Death with flowers and gifts and, Hyungwon supposes that each person, each living thing, were a petal in that bouquet. A bouquet sent with all the beautiful love and affection that Life has to surrender.

Announcements: 09-05-2017

Days of Hebheka Writing Contest Winner:

When the three challengers were finished with their crafting and enchanting and each item was laid out before him after the demonstration of their use, he motioned to the shrouded beings with whom he conferred for a brief second. He nodded with them before turning to each of the crafted items. First he picked up the ring that was forged with the enchanted substance that had required the blood of two deities and the shadow of a third and regarded it for a moment. "This piece would surely be a boon to those who are trapped in the eternal love of the night. You put a lot of thought into the creation of this item," Drae said. "I will admit however, I was a little disturbed by what had to go into it to be created. Because of the requirement of certain… materials… I'm afraid that very few would ever be created," he said as he considered the vial of Liquid Moondrip and the ring that had bathed in it by fire. He set the vial and the ring down again upon the display. His walk to the set of frilly maid armor enchanted with lacriamium was a thoughtful one as he picked up the still relatively light garment. "This is an impressive creation, Jesgil. As a mage, I know that there is precious little than our own skills that keep us safe in the field of battle. Most armor hinders the somatic movements that spells require and for clerics and healers alike it is often too bulky to be practical for their skills. While the particular style definitely would not flatter MY figure" he said to the chuckle of the crowds around them"this armor would indeed be useful and practical to those who would use it on a daily basis. Well done!" Finally he moved on to the glittering flute that Myouga had created. He picked up the enchanted instrument and looked at the oni woman with eyes narrowed in interest. "You, my dear, had me wondering for a while," he told her with a bit of a smirk. "Had me guessing as to what you would be creating. At first there felt like no rhyme or reason to it, but I dare say you have pulled off a truly wondrous feat here. The use of the various items to take it from ordinary to something that kings and even dragons would fight for to have in their treasuries is surely impressive. And while I was not charmed to it as others in the audience were, I could feel its magic and I did actually start tapping my foot to its spritely tune. It takes a lot to be able to sway a deity like that, even just a little. I was also very impressed with your talent at alchemy and transmuting. You were very precise, and that precision certainly didn't harm you here," he said as he handed her back the flute. The Keeper moved back into the center of the gathering area, standing in front of the crowds and the final three. "Today was a great day! As Parvpora moves out of her full phase and begins to wade, we have seen something truly remarkable during these Days of Hebheka. Each of these talented women have brought before us something never seen before, in hopes to make it a reality in the world!" The Keeper said to the cheers of the crowds. "Unfortunately, with the joining of the moons failing… I only have the power to make one creation here permanent!" Drae moved up to Celeste, and motioned for his Avatar to come forward. "Celeste, you progressed far in this event, always managing to remain one step ahead of the competition. You showed ambition, intelligence, wit, and superb magical ability." He nodded to Iris who produced a rather large bag of silver and a spell scroll which she handed to her master. The Keeper passed these things to the Vaewolf and stepped back. "I have faith you will do well in the world as a mage. Continue to seek Knowledge," he added as he placed about her neck the Golden Amulet of Knowledge. "Tar Eisalae welcomes you!" He waved his hand over the ring and the vial of Liquid Moondrip and it shimmered for a moment and disappeared. He turned and walked to Jesgil. "You progressed far in this competiton, Jesgil. You showed creativity, and spunk. I liked that," he said as Iris handed him a larger bag of silver, a spell scroll, a velvet bag that contained a glowing bottle of starlight, and the small gold figurine of a sphinx that would come to life when broken.  "I look forward to seeing what you will come up with in the future," he added encouragingly as he placed about her neck the Golden Amulet of Knowledge. "Tar Eisalae welcomes you!" Like the ring and the vial of Liquid Moondrip, he waved his hand over the Maid's Battle Armor and it shimmered into nothingness. Finally, he moved on to Myouga with Iris following closely behind him. "Well, well well. I will say, in this entirety of the challenges, I can honestly say that I saw no one that surprised me as much as you did, Myouga," he said with a slight laugh. "From the moment you entered the labyrinth, I knew you were going to be a force to be reckoned with," he said. He nodded at Iris, and as he placed the Golden Amulet of Knowledge around the oni woman's neck he spoke. "As of today, Myouga, you are the the Champion of the Days of Hebheka!" Cheers errupted from the stands as she was passed a purse of silver, a scroll, a bottle of starlight, and a sphinx figurine. He lifted up the flute that she had created. "And this flute, shall mark you as that champion, a reminder of all that you accomplished here," he said as he delicately gifted Myouga her creation. With a clap of his hands, portals began to open across the fields as the three challenge areas began to shiver and crumble into nothingness all around them, the energy that had held them through the time of great magick waning as Parvpora had begun to. OOC: Thank you so much to all who entered the Days of Hebheka Writing Contest! I couldn't have put this on without you!

The Living World:

SOMETHING IS HAPPENING! The closer Revaliir begins to get to Venti the more the skies glow an eerie green. Shrieks have begun to resonate from the desert but upon investigation… There are no answers. Reports of people disappearing in the desert late at night when traveling alone have caused the great nations of Arri and Mamlak to give caution.

Leather Issues:

Leather Straps were completely bugged I've begun to change out the areas, recipes, and I will need everyone with leather to send me a message so I can give you the new item. Once I get everything done I'll change Test Leather to Leather and add Leather Straps description to Leather. :3 -Brittlez, Administration

Site Changes:

-  Pyzis has chosen to step down as Administrator. We hope to see her around in the future and wish you luck!

-  Added: Reynash's Endless Bag to the Forge! For everyone who wanted a bag of holding ;)

- Seasonal Rotation New Items:

Ghostly Elephant

Pocket-Sized Succubus

Veille Mbanja

Spectre Labradorites

Mask of Relinquish 

DaeLuin Closing:

On behalf of all Revaliir’s staff let me say I am truly sorry to see my home go even if I haven’t been there in over two years. I’ve discussed it with Telly(Darros) and we agree that it would be alright to have a personal archive for anyone who wants it on Revaliir’s server accessible by anyone who would want to read them. Please mark the threads are you would on here with the proper tags and make sure that if it is a PPT thread you are putting up that you password it as needed. If anyone from DL would like to post their threads here just for a record they are more than welcome to sign up and do it. Personal Archives I'll lock all threads once they are done so if you just shoot me a message I will lock them so no one can post them. This forum has no silver so feel free to separate the replies by posts. -Brittlez, Site Administration

Moderator Apps are Open! :

Activity is picking up at Revaliir! This means, that with Xunatar’s recent promotion to Administrator, we are in need of a new moderator! The ideal candidate will be a trustworthy and mature individual who is invested in this site. Moderators need to be capable of upholding the rules, assisting our members when needed, and helping our community continue thriving. We are also looking for someone who has a presence in the community both IC and OOC (including the Discord server). Sometimes, Moderators are asked to join discussions concerning other members, and they may learn information that is rather sensitive. If a Moderator is found telling any non-staff member about things discussed in the staff boards as well as the staff Discord channel, that Moderator will be removed. We want our members to feel that our staff is trustworthy, therefore we will not tolerate any information leaks. If you are interested in becoming a Moderator, please fill out the following application and PM it to Dalanesca.   1.  Primary username (this is the account you would want to have moderator status). Please also list any alternate accounts you might have. (Let’s all just take a minute and be thankful that Brittlez can’t apply for a moderator position!) 2.  Tell us about any experiences that you have as a moderator on other sites, or relevant skills that would make you an asset to our staff if you are chosen as a Moderator. 3.  Why do you think you deserve the position of Moderator? Don’t just sell us on your abilities (though we want to hear about those too). What is one thing you would like to see happen on the site that would make Revaliir a better place? (Please try to keep this down to one or two paragraphs, around 250 words. We won’t hold it against you if it’s more, or less… but we don’t want you to get too carried away). 4.  Take this into consideration: A member of Revaliir has messaged you and said they are receiving abusive messages from another Revaliir member. Keeping our rules and our harassment policy in mind, how would you handle this situation? We are going to keep applications open for about 2 weeks. Remember, if you need clarification on a question, you can ask an Administrator - but you cannot discuss the CONTENT of your app with any staff member. Good luck everyone!