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 i fought the war, tag: the queen
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Oct 11 2017, 09:34 PM
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The Prince of the Reef was in poor shape. Gone was the flashing armor and feathered shoulders. Gone was that predator's smirk, but it prowled beneath the surface. Gone was the defiance in his eyes and the confident tilt to his jaw. It was all a facade, his strength in his resistance. There were many times he wished to lash out, to overwhelm them as he knew he could. But no, he had to bid his time. He had to wait until they thought he was broken. Until he was nothing more than a shell. Then, his reckoning would be upon them.

It didn't come.

The hit knocked into his temple and his vision darkened, the other side of his head slamming to the ground. When his eyes came fluttering open. Gone was the cold stone beneath his warm cheek. Gone were the grunts of his captors. Gone was the iron gate locking him in the confines of the cell. Still with him was the pain and the blood smeared on his lower lip. Pounding behind his eyes was the headache, the hit that drove the consciousness from him like a breath. A groan exited his bloodstained lips, blinking to focus his vision. It was too bright, too hot, and his lips lifted into a sneer, clamoring to his feet. The world swayed dangerously and his hand alighted to his abdomen, slick with blood and stark with red against the dirty rags he wore, hanging lose on his tall figure.

He did not look like a prince. He looked like a criminal, standing there in the daylight of a world he didn't know. But the Crow was lucky, for across the courtyard he could hear a voice mention a single name and in his gut he felt the stirrings of familiarity, a familiarity he had not felt in some time. His bloodied teeth draw back into a predator smirk. "This is where you've been hiding, my queen," drawled his tones, dusty with disuse.

The world tilted two steps in, but he was strong enough to continue and the blood on his tongue was meaningless. As was the life seeping up from the torn skin. They would have done something to stave the bleeding had he stuck around long enough, though apparently the world had other plans. Spiriting him away to this... A name for the hellhole he resided could wait. His queen was within this city, perhaps within this very building. It was, after all where he had heard that name.

Sov. A single word that bound them together; a pact in blood.

Creaking, the doors gave way to his hands, the sight of his blood stained clothes and glowing amber eyes startling the patrons. A woman hurried towards him. "Sir- I'll call the-"

His hand waved, teeth flashing. "Let the - well you don't know her by that now do you? Tell Mara Sov she has a visitor. I'll show myself to her office." He kept his strides strong even as his vision wanted to tunnel and his legs wanted to sway. It was all a facade. The prince was good at facades. It melted away when the door, brazened with her name, closed behind him. His feet led him to the chair and he collapsed into it, throwing them up against the wood. He hoped to ruffle her feathers.

He leaned his head back, for the moment allowing his eyes some rest. The walk didn't help the pounding; if anything it grew worse. Dripping down his side, he could feel the blood. It was probably staining her chair. He heard the door.

"Took your time, didn't you, your majesty?" Uldren Sov's grin was predatory and his eyes were fiery.


620 for Mara // I HOPE THIS IS OKAY. IT'S BEEN AGES SINCE I WROTE THE BOY.

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I am noble too, oh Lord of Wolves. Starlight was my mother; and my father was the dark.
Oct 15 2017, 11:46 AM
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but the war won't stop
for the love of god
On Mara Sov's bones, carved under her skin, is the chronicle of the Awoken. A tapestry of stars, a constellation of light and dark and loyalty. Love incalculable. She remembers the day she was born. The scars left from her change are redundant mementos beside the insight she was granted. Compounded on by her people. That day she was gifted all of them. Their names, their light, their dark: each Awoken a star that burned in her. Before, she could feel all of them always. She was never alone, connected first by their noopathy, and then by the flame of their existence that burned in her. There is only one star now and it is dull for it.

Avalon has taught her loneliness. She is cold without their light. Her noopathy is useless, a carcass she cannot unhinge herself from. A void that offers only the echo of her own grief. She has known loss. That is not a lesson Avalon need bestow on her. Born in the darkness, in the graveyard of dead ships, surrounded by the ghosts of their former lives, it had been a long and arduous road to stability. From hiding and scavenging to simply being. To giving them everything they deserved: life, luxury, love. Cut deep by any candle of Awoken life that sputtered out, all those hundreds of names she can still feel written on her, the lettering long cold. Cut deeper when it was her decisions that lost them.

Cut open when Avalon extinguished every single one.

When a star blinks awake, it steals her breath. A sudden, unmeasurable pleasure poisoned with fear. For all the acumen in her marrow, she bottles the emotions, steels herself. A petulant refusal to accept it as a truth. Not even when they tell her she has a visitor. Not even when hope chokes her. Mara does not express many things physically. Fear, ambition, hesitance. She opens the door as she comes to it as if the guest was expected, braces herself against flinching when she closes it. When he speaks she can feel his name burn in her marrow, a proof that this is not a trick. That he is real. Here with her. That she is not alone.

Avalon, too, has taught her selfishness.

She recoils at her greed and understands her desire for this to be a lie: he shouldn't be here. She would not subject him, any of them, to this. Her happiness hardens, curdles at the knowledge that he too is trapped. That The Reef is without him. Here, she is not a queen. Here, she is inconsequential. She can no longer protect all of their people trapped in an endless cycle of war. Here, he can no longer monitor it to keep them ahead. The Awoken are weaker for his absence. “What,” the first word cuts, a knife, anger winning this battle, “are you doi – ” Her voice catches as she rounds the chair and sees him.

Mara does not cut herself off. Her words are measured, calculated, decisive. She does not speak as Uldren does: uninhibited. She does not speak when she does not feel the need to, when there is nothing that needs to be said. No rhetoricals, no unnecessary questions, no fluff simply to fill a quota. But she stops all the same at the sight of him.

Pressure thickens the room when the blank shock on her face hardens. The starlight in her eyes flares, but she has no power to call on here. Nothing but the little star that is Uldren's presence. The singular Awoken connected to her now, a warmth amongst the cold that plagues her in Avalon. Her inhale is audible when she remembers to do it. She burns with it, fighting agony the same way she fought her selfish joy, the same way she has always fought it: with anger.

Speech comes hard, quiet. Shaking with her fury. Other things she has never named. “Who did this?”


Uldren Sov i rewrote this actually 100 times because The Boy deserved it
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Oct 17 2017, 01:35 PM
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Everything that the prince of the reef is can be stitched across a tapestry of space and time. A constellation of memory and a quilt of life. The black holes are the moments of Before, moments that don't matter and remain dark in the recesses of his mind. Stars flicker and chance, die and thrive, and they are emotions; changing like the tide. At central is the brightest, a star that went out for far too long one that now shimmers like sunlight as the queen's figure blackens the doorway. The tether goes taunt and that look in his eyes calms a fraction. Just a fraction. But that is enough.

It has been some time since he has seen her pause, seen her thoughts derail. Underneath the churning pain, there might have been an odd twinge of satisfaction, to know that the tether might flicker for her as his heart stutters; weakened by the drip of blood. Though calling it a drip simplifies the gash, the welling life spilling up from beneath pale fingers now pressed to that side. Those bloody teeth flash, half grimace, half grin. "Fallen," he drawls out, pushing on the edge of the desk to upset the chair. He gets his hands beneath him and he rises, bows as he should at the same time he sways as he shouldn't, vision tunneling. After so long deceiving, there is sentiment in bowing for a woman who deserves it rather than a broken ruler with nothing to rule over and it does not bother him.

"All part of the plan, sister," he tacks on, lifting his head, the golden of his eyes perhaps a little duller than it was in the past. Uldren is strong and Uldren knows how the world works, knows how to play and how to succeed. He isn't used to the oblivion haunting him, ready to catch and swallow him into his never ending maw. It is there, none the less, a quiet threat growing louder with every constricting beat of his piteous heart. But he knows she would have found pride in his actions, but he also knows she could not know when he was torn from it much too soon. The knowledge of what she might have appreciated the beginnings of an empire ease the lines of the smirk edging on his lips. It is genuine, that smile that is crafted on a killer's lips, but it is no less predatory, no less sharp. Everything about the man in the dirt stained clothes is sharp.

His life has prepared him for war and he has fought all the wars the world threw at him and he has broken only once. The day her flame was snuffed from his chest. A half of him untangled and severed as he pulled himself from the wreckage of his fighter jet and from the rubble of his home. Somewhere, he had vowed to find that light. The second time would be the last but his stubborn mind refused to believe that was it. But he had shattered in those moments of emptiness, the first moments that defined every action from there forward.

The breath catches in his throat, a tremble of weakness coursing down his spine and a hand falling to the side of the desk to keep it from upsetting his stance. It wavers none the less, a star moments from it's fall. But if he is a star, than at least he will fall with grace for there is a truth in falling stars bringing joy to humans.


594 for Mara // i was trying really hard to at least make this pretty sounding because your replies are always so pretty but it just ended up sounding like trash

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but the war won't stop
for the love of god
There is a roar in her ears that makes it hard to hear him. She watches blood drip on her floor, paint spiderwebs over his skin. Distant. Like watching through The Veil. Watching some past or future or now that she wasn't present for. But the words pierce, drag her back to face her misery. Fallen. Her fingernails dig into her palm and threaten to break the skin. She would know that word anywhere. It makes her lip curl, a brief flash of teeth, as he struggles to his feet. She'll understand later when she can think, but it's hard to comprehend the logic behind the self-prescribed abuse when all it calls to mind is everything the Fallen had already taken, what they meant to take now. The Awoken that beast's rebellion had taken in their own home. And now Uldren, ravaged by their brutality, bleeding out here.

His armor is gone. Covered in dirt and in his own blood, he looks smaller when he stands. He bows, a shaking, quivering placation. She feels smaller too. She is not a healer. The Techeun are not here. For all their augments she cannot reach even them. Channel them again to take things she does not have the capacity for. It stings. Burns worse than being alone. She cannot help him.

He braces himself on the table. She watches him try to hide another shudder. He puts too much weight on the desk, a shiver down his spine that rattles him. Something in her snaps. "Stop." It is an order because she will kill both of them if she does not do something. Anything. Her first motion is closer to the desk. For all the hatred she harbored for this prison, it had not harmed her. Her knowledge on how to get help were vague statements she handed refugees to Avalon's snare. She needs them now, her own distrust irrelevant. Mara's hand passes over the phone on the desk. Her head turns toward it briefly as she breathes in, forcing her voice to be even as it leaves her. An extra moment to compose it as her assistant greets her. "I need a medic," she says. Calm, like asking for a report. She does not wait for a response, for questions, pulling her hand back.

Mara looks at Uldren now and feels the calm evaporate. She steps to him, pressing a hand to his upper arm, offering support. "Sit down." Before he can voice refusal, her face shifts. She does not want to fight and knows that he will. "Please." Her fingers ghost to his side. Judging blood. Analytics over emotion, strangling one for the other, to focus. To not fall apart.

Her hand presses over his, applies pressure he's starting to lack, and frowns. His hand is slick under hers. When she exhales, it stutters. "You are not allowed to die here." She shakes her head but cannot look at him, focused on the wound. "Not like this," the words are softer. Dimmer. "Not to those beasts." Harsh for a fleeting second. "Not grounded like them either." Her forehead knits together as she speaks, murmurs words to ease not only him, but herself.

He deserved more than this.


Uldren Sov what are you talking about that was beautiful! <33
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