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Post by Valeria on Mar 12, 2019 19:38:00 GMT
 Valeria hadn't set foot in Prythian in 400 years. 146 093 days had gone by. She had stayed away from Prythian for several different reasons, this being one of them. She'd even heard about the war but had wanted no part in it. For all she cared, everyone could burn, so she had stayed away, only mustering the courage to go back two years after it was declared over. It was news of her brother, news that had reached the village on the far end of the mortal realm that had made her think about going back. The villagers had even whispered about a place called Velaris. All the nausea, the anger and guilt that she had bottled up for so many years resurfaced the moment her foot stepped over the line between the mortal realm and the realm she once used to call home. She'd hurled up her last meal behind a tree and had to stay there for several minutes, trying to regain whatever strength she had in her. She began to remember the day she escaped as clearly as if it was yesterday. As the years had gone by, her memory of her mother's face had blurred and the details had faded away. Except for now, when the memories of it hit her like a punch in the face. Her mother's screaming and sobbing was all she could hear. The begging, not for her life but for Valeria's. Valeria felt the darkness inside her awaken, pushing to be released. "No." She clenched her teeth shut, forcing down deep breaths. Her powers were the one thing that would always scare her more than her home. She remained by the tree, holding onto it to steady herself until she felt the darkness slumber. Valeria waited a few more minutes before opening her eyes again, this time truly taking in the scenery. Green hills was all that she could see. It made her want to vomit again, but it was no longer an option. Her plan had been to return to Velaris but she couldn't do that anymore. The memory of her escape told her otherwise. The only thing she could think about now was revenge. Tamlin had set her on this path and for all Prythian knew, she hadn't been heard from in 400 years. The opportunity was too good to pass on. The one thing she didn't understand was how Rhysand hadn't killed him for what he did to their mother. Valeria let out a snarl, wondering if the reunion with her brother would be absolutely terrible once she got to it. She let it go for the time being and winnowed to the Spring court's castle. The manor. Valeria had to look around for minutes. This was no place for a high lord. Her brows rose as she wondered if she was even in the right place. Weed was growing everywhere and everything was unkept. "What-" Valeria started before shaking her head in despair. There were no sentinels to stop her from entering the manor, so she walked inside only to find the place in pieces. She still had her glamour on, covering her wings from prying eyes. "Anyone here?" she shouted. It wasn't until she realized that Tamlin might be here that she began to second guess her visit. What was she going to do? Kill him on the spot? Valeria had no idea, but maybe it wouldn't even come to that. The place looked abandoned after all so maybe he wasn't even there.
WC: No idea, there's no tracker Tag: Tamlin Notes: Excuse the rusty post, I just needed to get something up |
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Post by Tamlin on Mar 14, 2019 1:35:32 GMT
MAYBE IF I FALL ASLEEP I WON'T BREATHE RIGHT Tamlin no longer had much of a physical home left, but yet it was still home to him. He knew that he had to rebuild it, and he would rebuild it. He had never given up on anything before, and it wasn’t about time for him to start. He knew that once he put his mind to something that it would be accomplished. Sometimes it took time, but that was to be expected. Help or no help (the latter seeming more likely than not), he was going to do it. Motivation tended to escape him, however. Tamlin felt homeless in a realm in which he had once felt proud. He was now an exile, and his court seemed absolutely abandoned – which it essentially was.
After the war, everyone left one by one. From all of Tamlin’s wanderings, he hadn’t seen anyone in ages. He assumed he was alone, but that was fine. He had spent all that time alone after he had become High Lord. Yes, he had Lucien, but he didn’t need many people around. Look what happened when he got himself involved – he ended up with Feyre, and she ruined his life. She ruined it, yet when he looked at her, he felt like he would let her ruin his life a thousand times more just to be able to kiss those lips once more.
He tended to keep himself in his animal form. It was easier to live in his court this way, especially in terms of comfort. It didn’t take much. When in his fae form, he needed comforts. There were areas in his mansion that weren’t totally ruined and had a couch or so, but he rarely went in there. It felt like it should be left alone. Tamlin wanted to be able to live there again, but it was too soon, even after two years. That mansion had hid so many terrible things that he didn’t know why he didn’t just abandon ship and beg forgiveness of another Lord and get shelter there. Well, he did know the answer to that – it was his pride. It was what got in his way every time.
It was one of those rare days in which Tamlin wandered around outside of his animal form. He wandered around the ruins and tried not to let his emotions get the better of him. Some of the furniture there he had ruined himself, sometimes through his temper at Feyre. He wanted to burn them like he had most of the other stuff there, but they were like trophies of his heartbreak.
He wondered where he was going to start. He had no help, so how was he supposed to build his mansion all over again? He had nothing to offer those in other courts. Even if he had something they would want, no one would want to work with him, and he wasn’t going to bring himself to begging. This was the sort of thing he needed Feyre for. She was always so much better at socialization.
A shout caused Tamlin to jump. He hadn’t heard another voice in what felt like forever. It seemed foreign. Immediately he rushed over, worried that someone was hurt or in danger. It was all he was prepared for nowadays.
“What the – ” he began as he ran around the corner, and then stopped dead in his tracks. Despite the hundreds of years since he had seen her, and the fact that she had grown up, he immediately recognized the woman that he had seen as his own sister when they were younger. “You’re dead,” he blurted out. This was it, he was going mad. There was no other excuse. But why would Valeria be the one who would appear to him as a delusion? It was like his own insanity was against him.
Notes: He's so overdramatic
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Post by Valeria on Mar 14, 2019 9:21:03 GMT
Valeria hadn’t known what to expect when she saw Tamlin. She’d thought about the day it would happen several times during her long life, thinking that her immediate response would be rage. Now that he stood before her, a broken she’ll of a male, she truly didn’t know what to do. She was only able to stare back at him just as widely as he was staring at her. She was surprised that he’d recognized her, or at least thought he did. Her wings were nowhere to be seen, as she had them glamoured. He could only see a fae. A plan began to form inside of her mind.
Her brows rose, confusion showing all over her face. “I’m very much alive thank you. You must be confusing me with someone else”, she replied, followed by a slight shake of her head. It was easy enough to slip through the cracks of what he thought was a wall, convincing him that she was not who he thought she was. Her daemati abilities had been her greatest resource and she was never one to think about the morality of using them.
“I’m Mara”, she told him, then proceeded to bow her head slightly. “I heard you’re the high lord now”, Valeria said, still keeping her distance from him. She glanced around, looking at the place around her to avoid looking at him. She never thought the day would come where she’d bow her head to him, but it was necessary. So she pushed down the disgust that she felt and smiled carefully. “This place doesn’t look like the place of a high lord. Are you even him or are you just the keeper of this place?” Valeria asked. His pride had always been his weakness based on what Rhys had told her about him a long time ago and something told her that was still the case. She'd picked up the chatter regarding what had happened the past couple of years. She was still far from completely updated to the situation in Prythian but from what she could tell, she'd had it far better the last years than they had during Amarantha's reign.
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Post by Tamlin on Apr 6, 2019 3:37:35 GMT
 |Afraid to lose control | And caught up in this world |
|I've wasted time, I've wasted breath | I think I've thought myself to death |
In an response to the fae’s eyebrows rising, he lowered his in what looked like a scowl. She seemed so calm, as if she had appeared intentionally and just fancied a look around. After he had looked momentarily and looked back at her, he shook his head. Of course it hadn’t been Valeria. She had died. This must have been a fae who just happened to look remarkably close to what he imagined Valeria to look at.
When she introduced herself, he shook her hand. “I’m Tamlin, High Lord of Spring Court. As you can see, we’re doing renovations.” What could been a bad joke came out a lot darker due to the low tone he had used. After all this time, making conversation with someone was odd, especially when that someone was a woman. “And Mara, you must be High Lady of somewhere.” He paused as he took her appearance in. He also tried to remember who was married to who, but anything could have taken place in that year. Perhaps High Lady at the Night Court. One could hope, but then he would be disappointed that she hadn’t come to him after all this time.
His non-answer matched with the tone that she had used. It made his heart pump angrily as she insulted him and his kingdom. “We all don’t come out of battles as winners,” he stated, simply. “So what do you want here? To stand and insult or actually lend a hand?”
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Post by Valeria on Apr 13, 2019 23:56:09 GMT
Valeria looked at him, not able to help the small smile that followed when he joked about the mansion's current state. "I guess that makes sense", she said and shrugged. Her brows furrowed in confusion when he said high lady. What was that even? "High lady? There's never been such a thing", Ria replied, truly confused as to what he meant. "I've been away for five centuries so you'll probably have to catch me up on that." It was a small lie, one that he couldn't possibly detect and if he did, she always had his mind to manipulate. Ria slipped in once again, trying to sense if there would be a shift to come. She felt her anger boil up again, when he mentioned battles and winners. He and his father had come out as winners once, when they murdered her mother. The absence of his father though and the fact that he was now high lord meant that his father was dead. Ria found herself wishing that it had been a gruesome death, hopefully by the hands of Rhys or her father. She wondered how they were and if they were even alive. She hadn't met anyone when she crossed the border into Prythian, so for all she knew everyone and everything could be exactly the same as it had when she lived here, or it had all changed. Valeria straightened her back, once again pushing down any and every emotion that was hostile. She shrugged again. "It was not my intention to insult your court, High lord. Your court is the closest to the border so I guess I'm just looking for somewhere to stay. If it's help you want with this place then I'm at your service", she said. She felt her stomach recoil at the thought of helping him of all people, but this was not the time for rushed, sloppy decisions. Her time and revenge would come, but today was not the day for that.
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