Tag: sr

foxboylucien:

After 4 hours of trying, I finally was able to upload a sped up clip of the video
Sorry for the sound, I can’t figure out how to post without it…
WIP of Jude and Cardan from The Cruel Prince

It’s been too windy to finish colouring the leaves (I was using the tree outside my window as reference) so little progress has been made since this 😦

Literally it’s gonna take me ten years to finish this piece

SJM ship playlist

foxboylucien:

(some of these I know to be fandom favourites, but most I just happened to notice from my normal playlist and thought fit the ships well)

Feysand: Perfect- Ed Sheeran

Nessian: Bitter Pill- Gavin James

Elucien: All Or Nothing At All- Switchfoot

Elriel: Meet Me Where You’re Going- Cloud Cult

Rowaelin: Bonfire Heart- James Blunt

Lysaedion: Yellow Light- Of Monsters and Men

Manorian: Kings and Queens- Thirty Seconds to Mars

Chaorene: Mountain and the Sea- Ingrid Michaelson 

Nestaq: Gathering Stories- Jonsi

Beautiful (Elucien)

foxboylucien:

just a little scene I got inspiration for while enjoying the beautiful weather from my back deck. not anything special but I thought I’d share 🙂

tags: @lady-katkat @rkjar1646 @mariamuses @hxghlady @runesandfaes @lorcanswife @wolffrising @faelightsstarfall @acourtofredqueens @halcyon-havoc @highlady-of-night @my-ships-will-never-be-sank @musicmaam @starzablaze @abimomeopectore @rhysand-darling @alexisnm95 @destiny14444 @leulivy @ame233

I find Elain in the garden.

She is sitting with her face toward the sun, like a flower searching for light. Her eyes are just barely closed, as if she were drifting off to sleep. Her bare legs stretch out before her.

I walk up behind her and fix the shawl that has fallen from her shoulders. She does not move, but I sense through the bond that she knows I am here. Without a word, I sit next to her on the cool grass. I feel the damp cool of the early Spring ground, and wish that one of us had brought a blanket.

The sun warm me, though. I feel its heat on the top of my head, and turn my face to the light, as Elain already has. I close my eyes and listen.

Wind blows through the still bare branches of the trees. The first of the Spring birds chirp their melodies, frogs croak in the pond. Two chipmunks squeak at each other from sides of the garden.

Distantly, I hear the bustle of Velaris, but here, it’s just me, Elain, and the garden.

The moment holds a hundred years worth of feeling.

A breeze cools my now warm cheeks, blowing strand of hair in my face.

Elain reaches across the small distance between us and takes my hand in hers. Her delicate fingers are cold in mine. She brings our clasped hands to her chest, right against her heart, which is beating slow and evenly.

I absently rub my thumb along the side of her hand.

I’m not sure how long we stay like this. I rest my head on her shoulder, and she leans into me. Our legs become entangled like the roots of the trees around us. We become a part of the scene–one with renewing garden.

The sounds carry on, the wind continues to blow.

But we are frozen in time, holding on to the moment.

We relish in our existence, and the beauty of it all.

Love Me For My Bread (Elriel)

foxboylucien:

breccia-domain said:

I’m about to challenge you/break your heart as you write. Elriel fluff, pls?

“Is it supposed to look like that?” I frown at the mass of dough in front of me. I’m the cauldron-damned spymaster of the Night Court and I can’t make a single loaf of bread without messing it up. Elain looks up from her own dough–which looks perfect–to inspect my catastrophe on the counter. She tries to restrain it, I can see, but Elain giggles all the same.

“Don’t laugh at me, I’m trying my best.”

“It’ll still taste the same,” she offers. “Here, let me help you”

“I don’t need your help. I can shape my own bread.”

“Oh, hush now. It just needs a little rounding, a bit of a tug… there.” I don’t know how she does it, but Elain reshapes the dough with no effort at all. She makes it look so easy. Is it normal to be jealous of someone’s bread-making skills?

“Put that in the pan, and we’ll get these beauties cooking.”

“Maybe you should do it.”

Elain levels me with a look that tells me what she’s thinking without a word. Illyrian baby. Sighing, and avoiding the female’s eyes, I carefully place the dough in the pan. I only mess it up a little bit.

As Elain said, It’ll still taste the same.

“It’s really not as bad as you think, Az. Stop being so hard on yourself.”

“What, I’m not allowed to want to make a nice loaf of bread for you?”

“Right, because what I want most from you is bread. It’s the entire reason we’re together.” She washes the flour of her hands in the sink as she speaks. “‘Why did you marry Azriel, Elain?’ ‘Oh, I just wanted someone to make bread for me’” She moves aside, and I wash the flour off my own hands.

“Alright, I get it. But here I was, all this time, thinking you married me for my bread.” I close the remaining space between us, resting my hands on her hips.

“Trust me, I married you for so much more than your bread.”

“Like what?”

She taps a finger on my forehead. “Your brain.” Her hands travel down to my chest. “Your heart.” She presses her lips to mine, slow and sweet. “Your lips.” She smiles, that mischievous glint in her eye. “I could go on, but we might be here a while.”

“I’ve got time.”

The bread in the oven becomes forgotten in the time that follows. It comes out burnt, but that’s okay. She didn’t marry me for my bread, anyway. I know that for certain.

tags: @lady-katkat @illyrianbeauty @mariamuses @hxghlady @runesandfaes @lorcanswife @wolffrising @faelightsstarfall @acourtofredqueens @halcyon-havoc @highlady-of-night @my-ships-will-never-be-sank @musicmaam @starzablaze @abimomeopectore @rhysand-darling @alexisnm95 @destiny14444 @leulivy @ame233 (let me know if you would like to be tagged in my writing)

btw, @queen-archeron, this is what I told you I was writing like months ago… better late than never!