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ilikemicrowaves · 3 months

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CARNELIAN CONTENT BECAUSE I LOVE HER‼️💯💯

Anyways, since I no longer have a headache I can work on some stuff since i have free time :D !and since I still haven't finished the Winter and Carnelian parallels essay, and started another Carnelian analysis where I analysis every existing frame of her, here's another mini essay I did finish a little while back! Enjoy <3

It's interesting we never get to here about her home life, but since it's hinted she has no family I'm gonna make her an orphan. The only dragon in her life that she considered family was an older male skywing who she refers to as brother, named Amphorn. Amphorn didn't really see Carnelian as family but just someone to give his left overs too, but he did try to help her with her anger issues once. But it wasn't much, he just asked her to think "it's not worth my time." Any time someone did something small but annoying.

She didn't really have a place in the sky kingdom that she lived but just flew around hunting and sleeping if she wasn't being a child soldier.

Also I've seen hardly anybody talk about how apparently Carnelian and Peril have a history, and Tui never elaborated on it. In my head Carnelian only had a few interaction with Peril, and since they both hardly ever interact with anybody, they thought that was a friendship.

And since Peril liked Carnelian, she convinced Scarlet to let her in to watch her fight in the arena if she payed less than usual. Then Carnelian could afford to go to the arena more often.

There may have been a separation between them, I'm assuming the cause was Scarlet, which could explain one of the reasons Carnelian hated Scarlet so much. But Peril didn't really notice Carnelian, so it could be that they were much younger when the separation Occurred. And Peril not remembering Carnelian makes sense because she didn't remember when she burned the eggs on the brightest night even though she was 3, the age a dragonet is basically atleast 10 years old in human years.

If you guys have anymore friendship hcs about these two I would love to hear them ^^

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writevswrong · 6 years

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Eris Fanfic * When The Last Ember Falls * Chapter Seventeen

When The Last Ember Falls by L.J. LaFleur

Nesta:

I wandered into the bathing room, everything from the tall ceilings to the copper bathtub mirrored the one in Eris’ chambers. I was thankful it was the same. Despite the incident with Ronan, I still felt safe knowing it was a replica.

Cindra waited outside the bathroom, informing me that she was going to pick out my gown since that’s what a guardian should do. I think she just really wanted to rummage through the wardrobe. Can’t say I blame her. It was packed with everything your heart could ever desire.

I stepped into the dark water, not realizing I was holding my breath. Willing the carnelian light to the surface of my skin, I formed similar patterns that Eris had once shown me. Breathing normally again, I sat down, the corner of my mouth curving upwards. I was still too scared to fully submerge, but this felt nice—really, really nice.

As I dried off, I thought of him. Of our time together since my arrival.

Then of Cassian and the guilt that was not there.

The guilt that should be there. He was right, I lost him on the battlefield. The one right outside these castle walls. Yet I wasn’t haunted, broken. Why did I not feel broken because of this?

Was it anger that pushed the guilt away? Was it happiness? Either way, I did not want to think of Cassian again. The bastard commander chose his fate, I should be able to choose mine.

I approached the magnolia bedframe where Cindra had laid out two choices. “Thank you for your kindness, Cindra,” I meant every word. She didn’t run from me when I turned into a Gryphon and nearly killed her. She didn’t judge me when I showed up naked and crying for Eris. She didn’t laugh, when I thought her and Eris were…gods, what foolish thoughts plague me.

“Pleasure is all mine,” she flashed a mischievous smile, “it finally gives me a chance to be a woman again.”

“I guess wearing armor all the time would do that,” I acknowledged, attempting to stifle my laughter. I liked her. She was fierce and unapologetic, a fighter.

Cindra bowed her head, guiding me to my options. “I think the metallic one is best but just incase you don’t want to feel too glitzy, here’s another in emerald. You looked gorgeous in the linen option when you first arrived.”

“The one I ripped?”

“Yes. But you still looked good. You have a body, flaunt it Gryphon.”

With a raised brow, I chuckled, “so, it was you, who picked the low-cut dress out?”

“It wasn’t me,” she contested as her eyes bulging, “it was given to me by the Lady of Autumn.”

I reached for the metallic gown, her first choice. Still not believing Eris’ mother picked out such a revealing dress. Why on Prythian would she?

Cindra had to help me into the copper and gold ensemble. It was form fitting, very, very form fitting. I examined the swooping neckline that connected to the dangling straps off my shoulders. From the beaded bands, a cascade of golden Ombre material fell to the floor. Slits in the fabric revealed my sparkling sleeves.

She laced up the center of the shimmering bodice with velvet ribbons, making sure my breasts were pushed up more than they have ever been. I blushed at the provocative neckline, by the gods…if I moved wrong I might just fall out.

“If you move wrong, you will fall out,” Cindra warned, finishing with an elegant bow just beneath my cleavage. Her eyes dancing from the sight of me, “just you wait until you see this!” she squealed, dragging me to the mirror. She had me close my eyes while she adjusted the cathedral length train; smoothing out the ripples of fabric. Cindra whispered, “okay, open them.”

I obliged, not able to recognize myself. Not in a bad way at all but that I looked new—whole. I felt like a star that had fallen from the sky. A walking sun in the land of darkness. Black and blue attire did not do me justice, I decided.

The long sleeves hugged my skin, cut into perfect diamonds that attached to two golden rings on my middle fingers. I looked closer, noticing the rings were engraved in a language I did not know. Bands of perfection.

Pearls and garnets were sewn onto the straps and the train…well, the train had much more material than I originally thought. There was even a bit of swooping fabric that connected the straps. The only open section of the train or cape—whatever it is—revealed my nearly bare back.

A thin, see-through material covered majority of my spine and ribcage. Looking from my shoulder and down, I self-consciously studied the scar I had received from Tamlin. You couldn’t notice such a hideous flaw in a gown like this.

Cindra motioned for me to sit at the sunstone vanity. “Do you prefer the golden ribbon with pearls or the copper ribbon with garnets?” She held both of the options up, her brows snapping together as she tried to decide what would look best.

“Pearls, they’re my favorite,” I uneasily shifted in my seat. I wasn’t used to this type of luxury without a price. I wasn’t used to being dolled up by someone else or even attending a ball, not since my time with Ronan. But it was different then, a fight for survival.

My palms grew sweaty as I thought of the amount of people who would be in attendance tonight. How many of them saw me bare before? On the day Beron forced me to have a walk of shame through the throne room.

She dropped the burnt orange ribbon on the table, “duly noted.” Cindra released my hair from it’s prison of a bun. The cascading waves of gold and brown were amplified by the dress. “So…” she began, weaving the ribbon through my long locks, “he’s quite the High Lord, huh?”

I turned into a column, stiff and heartless, “is this your version of small talk?”

“I was never very good with easy subjects,” Cindra scrunched up her nose, cackling at my resistance.

I swallowed hard, feeling the overwhelming sense of sisterly conversation that I’ve never experienced. “You want to know why I’m here, don’t you?” I questioned, knowing the answer before she could speak.

She shook her head, her mouth twisting, “that’s not—no, no.” Cindra stopped braiding my hair, “yes?”

I pursed my lips to the side, feeling the truth unravel before I could stop it, “I had run away from my family. That’s when he found me, Eris and his brothers.” I dragged my fingers against the countless options of earrings she set in front of me. “I ended up here, afraid and broken.” I chose the dangling pearls that would accent the others on my gown and in my hair. “He saved me. Then he saved me again and again without ever asking for anything in return.”

“Were you here during the war?” Cindra finished my hairstyle with two small braids to keep the ribbon in place. She tucked the velvet strings, displaying my pointed ears.

I saw my reflection, the fae side of me that I couldn’t hide. As a habit, I almost redid my hairstyle, afraid of the past haunting me if I did not cover my ears.

Cindra slapped my wrist before I could do any damage. She attached the dangling pearl earring, careful not to poke my neck.

I knew she was patiently standing by for my answer. Maybe that’s what the Autumn Court is known for? Patience. Or maybe Cindra and Eris knew I would speak if given time.

“Everything,” I replied quietly, feeling the anxiety wash over me. I took a deep breath, noticing that Cindra had stopped, she was waiting for me to either fall apart or keep going. I didn’t want to hide anymore, whether that was from bodies of water or my ears. “He saved my life and Cassian’s,” I finally finished, exhaling the past that threatened to ruin my future.

Cindra added the other earring then went to the wardrobe for some shoes. She hollered over her armored shoulder, “where is this Cassian?” She fetched the low heels, noticing a hair that was out of place from across the room.

I peeked up beneath my long lashes, her fingers working effortlessly as she waited for my reply. “I don’t know,” I responded, knowing that was the truth. I didn’t have a clue of his whereabouts. I hadn’t thought about it much.

She released her hands from my hair to apply a rosy balm to my lips. Her eyes glimmered with hope and anticipation, “I guess this is perfect timing then.”

“Timing?”

“Well, I do not see Cassian here or your family from the Night Court. I only see you and him. It seems like fate, that’s all.”

I didn’t know what to say, a mixture of feelings clawing to get out.

“I’ve only just become his guardian and I can already see the effect you have on him. I just hope that as he nurses your broken heart back to good health, that you will not break his in the process.” She kneeled before me, slipping on the pair of silky heels.

My jaw tightened as Cindra’s words sliced into my core. I raised to my feet, quickly retying the deep-v bodice. Desperately needing to breathe before I exploded, I needed this off—I needed out.

She was right, he was mending my heart but what about his? Was I hurting him by being here? Was I taking advantage of him and his kindness? Or was this different?

Was there something else?

Cindra stopped my trembling hands with hers. She had to redo the bodice, this time giving me a little breathing room. “For what it’s worth,” Cindra mumbled while stepping away.

I stared up at the guardian, searching for a sign of hope. My flames quickly curled around my fingertips before sinking back into my flesh. Please say something…anything…

“You will break his heart either way in this dress.”

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