e.lide tag dump
❛ lady of perranth ❜ ▬ ( jessie mei li as elide lochan. )
❛ raven hair and fierce spirit ❜ ▬ ( elide lochan aesthetic. )
❛ unbowed ❜ ▬ ( elide lochan body claim. )
❛ show me everything ❜ ▬ ( elide lochan desires. )
❛ from tower to court ❜ ▬ ( elide lochan headcanon. )
❛ witch blood flows ❜ ▬ ( elide lochan appearance. )
❛ thundering ❜ ▬ ( elide lochan music. )
❛ clever mind spinning ❜ ▬ ( elide lochan musings. )
❛ i made a promise ❜ ▬ ( elide lochan gif. )
❛ finery for a queen ❜ ▬ ( elide lochan wardrobe. )
❛ whispers from anneith ❜ ▬ ( elide lochan quote. )
❛ terrasen and beyond ❜ ▬ ( elide lochan world. )
otp: i will always find you (lorcan x elide)
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you're the one who started flirting, not me. // @draconikia (azriel) to elide !!
__________☾ SHE LOOPS HER ARM CASUALLY THROUGH HIS AS THEY CONTINUE THEIR WALK THROUGH THE LOBBY OF THEIR HOTEL. she tries not to think too much on how her hand rests against his skin, how the warmth of his body presses into hers. ❛ you know flirting is not considered out of place for a newly wed couple. in fact, anyone here would expect a doting husband such as yourself to hardly be able to keep his hands off his new wife. ❜ her voice is quiet, teasing, though she feels her stomach knot at his title. ( it may be a farce, but it is their honeymoon after all. he won't be tied to her long. why does that fact feel like it douses herself in cold water ?? ) ❛ it wouldn't kill you to try. ❜ her brow rises && she watches him from the corner of her eye. a dare. this is just a game, just for appearances to keep her uncle's suspicions at bay, or so she tells herself.
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[ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds // @ironwoven (liam) to elide !!
__________☾ SHE KNOWS SHE IS THE SMALLEST MARKED CHILD THEIR YEAR. she knows her threshing injury highlights the already present target on her back. she knows she won't be much missed in command or amongst the other members of her wing if she is killed. none of the facts lessen the sense of betrayal, the anger that coils low in her stomach at her own classmates attacking her for the greater good of the wing. bruises bloom across her arms, spread across her back in a grotesque garden of violet && black. she muffles the sharp inhale as disinfectent is poured on split knuckles before being covered in a fresh bandage. ❛ the healers might be annoyed that you've put them out of work. ❜ her teasing comes out flat as her voice sounds raspy even to her own ears. dark eyes are tired yet she seeks his gaze out anyway. ❛ you don't have to do this, you know. ❜ he may be bigger than the others, but helping her won't buy him any favors with them. && in the undertow of the storm brewing inside of her, the embarrassment that she had been caught unawares, that she had grown too complacent in her routine, that she had forgotten just how replaceable riders can be. let alone children of the rebellion.
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