i. The thing about phoenixes is that they die. They burn. And that is the fact of things. People don’t seem to pay nearly as much attention to this as they do to the fact that they “rise from the ashes.” But no matter, for the fact is true enough. They rise.

ii. I wonder, does it hurt? The burning I mean, not the rising. Does it gnaw at the heart until you realise the warm glow filling the chest cavity was out to get you all along; it was never on your side, and all the lies that it fed you now feed fuel to the fire, even as it feeds on you. Does it burn the eyes with the intensity of unshed tears, or curl down the throat until you can no longer tell the difference between smoke and sobs; but then again, it doesn’t matter, you’re choking.

iii. It’s all very well to say, I’m a phoenix because I always rise from the ashes. But do you? Or do you cower under them for the false illusion of warmth until a cold gust of wind scatters them off your back and whips you to your feet, and before you know it, you’re tossed back into the cycle. Do you feel older? Wiser? No. You just feel colder. But no matter, for here’s another chance, that you never asked for.

iv. The thing about phoenixes is that they die. They burn. And that is the fact of things. People don’t seem to pay nearly as much attention to this as they do to the discount label of immortality, the big, shiny sticker that clouds perception. But no matter, for the fact is true enough. They rise, if only to realise that the same wind which whipped them to their feet, knocks them to the ground.

QING JIEXI, the High Empress of the kingdom of Fuxin. A talented young ruler, she loves her sister more than anything else in the world. Her ascension to the throne was by no means something she had asked for, but she has done her best to be worthy of the role.

[ author notes: she is very worthy. someone take her away from me and give her a nice long holiday on a beach far away. ]

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ft ✤ trickster fae / enemies to lovers / vengeance / adventure / court politics / sun & moon dynamics / mercurial gods / betraying destiny / soulmates / fairy tale logic & motifs 

isa aetheling , the only child of the queen of the solar fae & rightful heir to the sun throne , has been driven from his home by those who would see him dead . his only refuge comes in the form of emmerich de chasuariie , scion of the lunar court & long prophesied to be felled at the hands of the aetheling . now , thrust together by a wicked destiny , isa & em must look to each other or find themselves at the wrong end of a blade . 

isa aetheling ✤ crown prince of the solar fae , marked at birth with the title of aetheling : vanquisher of the inconstant moon . favored by his mother , he has trained to slay the ophaling from the moment he could carry a sword . 

wigbrand bux ✤ the aetheling ’ s adept retainer , sworn to an ichored oath by the solar queen herself . an assiduous & vexing presence , but his loyalty is more iron-willed than mortal prayers . 

emmerich “ em ” de chasuariie ✤ crown prince of the lunar fae , marked at birth with the title of ophaling : the death of daylight . like all lunar fae , his features are pale from centuries of fleeing the light of the ever-burning golden sun . 

isolde de chasuariie ✤ younger twin sister to emmerich , covets his crown & glory that will never truly be hers . she has grown to detest her elder brother ’ s reluctance to extinguish out the solar fae once & for all . 

leif geiselhart ✤ the former heir of one the ten great fae families who has since rescinded all titles & claims in favor of ascending to the position of keeper of the white hart . the scant drops of royal ichor flowing through his veins grant him the blessing of flighted wings . 

@alsephinas / @hoarfrosts / @anoctifer / @scarletphantom

At Winstanley College, one of the oldest universities in Cambridge, eight completely different and yet all extremely talented students find themselves together who would never have met under normal circumstances.

Percy the dreamer - at last he is away from his conservative home and at last he can pursue his own ideas, that is, once he can get his thoughts in order and not have to save one of his new friends from, say, suffocation.

George the mysterious - he's the life of every party and knows exactly how to present himself in the right light. With all his highly intelligent chatter, however, it's easy to overlook the fact that he's actually anything but happy

Mary the goth - you always see her walking around with a book or even writing paper under her arm and most of the time she seems quite cool and dismissive, but if you approach her in the right way she just bubbles over with imagination

Claire the sweet - a whirlwind, you could say. Always wearing the most colourful (homemade) clothes, she prances through Winstanley's corridors while humming a funny tune. Actually, she wanted to be a singer, but she should rather be 'intellectually active'.

John the lovely - perhaps the happiest of them all, and it shows. He may not have rank or money (he got a scholarship to Cambridge), but he is usually even-tempered and not easily impressed unless someone is hurting a cat.

Polly the clumsy - his name is actually also John, but because of his distinctive surname (Polidori) he is called Polly Dolly, or just Polly, a name George once gave him. He really does his best at everything, but somehow he's only good at science, and exceptionally good at that.

Anne the clever - the epitome of 'Beauty and Brains'. Not only does she manage to look absolutely stunning at every opportunity, but she also has the best grades, especially in mathematics. Sometimes, however, her perfection can become a bit much, especially as she knows how to use it

Caro the crazy - no doubt she has a screw loose, but that doesn't detract from her popularity and especially her joie de vivre. Her goal is mainly to make life difficult for George, who once dumped her, but if you really get to know her, she can also be a very good friend

And now that all these special and thoroughly precarious people have met, I'd say the drama can begin.

This is Part II of this poem. Enjoy!

FFF100 — Dying Fire; @flashfictionfridayofficial​

She would miss him, But her time here was over, She was needed somewhere else;

She stretched out her hand, Even as duty pulled her further and further away, Till her long fingers were all he could see;

She would be back soon, she promised, The fiery tip of her nails slowly fading away, Leaving his face to be swallowed by darkness;

She came back the same way she had left, Hand reaching ahead, Wanting nothing more to warm up his blues to a radiant gold;

Sweet and vibrant, She brought life back to him, Until the continuous cycle threw its shadow once again.

She would miss him, But her time here was over, She was needed somewhere else;

She stretched out her hand, Even as duty pulled her further and further away, Till her fingers were all he could see;

She opened her lips, The promise sitting ready on her tongue, As she tried to choke back a sob;

She watched him helplessly, Her hand still outstretched, There was nothing she could do;

She tried resisting the pull, Fingers reaching out, But there was nothing she could do.

There was nothing she could do, He watched as she struggled, She watched him as he watched her;

The fiery tips of her nails faded, His face was swallowed by the darkness, All quicker than usual;

As his face hid behind deepening black despair, Her glow was replaced by his shining tears, As the epiphany of what he had done struck him;

Her hand had been outstretched, His had been by his side, But she returned, duty forced her too;

She returned, as a mighty ball of fire, His tears still shined, but they were outshone, She was the sun and he, the sky, was on fire.

One boy plummets, bleeding wax, raining feathers. Bleeding feathers, raining wax. Another boy crashes, bursting with stolen divinity, caught in reins he no longer controls.

They burn, each on his own, across skies, across worlds, across space and time. You know how these stories end. Hubris inscribes their fates—punishments, for curiosity, for aspirations—onto their skin in flaming ink, preserved by whispers and ink.

Perhaps the boys are less daring in some worlds, and heed their fathers’ advice. They are not lost to oceans—they drown in history’s forgotten abysses instead. Perhaps they laugh in some skies and scream in others. Maybe some gods are cruel, and have them languish for eternity and beyond.

But maybe some are kinder, and Icarus and Phaethon find their way to each other as they fall. 

Have you kissed the Sun, too?  I have been the Sun.  That is why we fall from grace. We fall to glory, brother, and nothing less. Do not regret it. A charred smile. The world was not meant for such as us.

(Perhaps some other world will be.)

—aish. 03/05/2021.

Deep in the forest, through a barrier, there was a glade where his demise awaits.

❝ You filthy mortal. You are the soul liable with slaying our precious moonflower princess. And the bounty for that atrocity is your own gore. You will stay trial and be patrolled by our prestigious starflower prince until your final punishment. And until then you shall be ostracized by your peers and condemned by your mortal blood. ❞

vavilova tarasovich - the timorous human, ensnared by the haughty starflower prince, fabricated to be a moonflower slayer.

kazimir zvezdaskaya -  the starflower prince. a dreadful existence to all who encounter, but none can deny his captivating aura.

kanarina valerievna -  the pristine moonflower princess, the reinstatement for the departed. a duplicitous damsel ravenous for avengement.

aleksei komolov -  the sunflower prince. a vigorous contender heeding retribution for the credulous human. 

aleksander petrovna - the starflower knight. a belligerent guardian who cannot dominate his overflowing temper around mortals yet has a delicate side.

gresheniva miloslava - the starflower scholar. entangled up in lexicons more than he is in societal activity. a devout disciple to the starflower reign.

anestacia romanovich - the moonflower lady in waiting. a covert presence around kalizan notorious for her vexing personality.

sachasa timofeyevich - the sunflower damsel. vavilova’s inseparable companion during her separation from society. a pitied wallflower around the court.

panina zakharovich - the starflower messenger. the mercurial girl who relinquishes her allegiance to various courts.

lunakudinsk is seperated by four races: the starflowers, the sunflowers, and the moonflowers, and the humans. vavilova tarasovich is a human content with knowing she will never be anything more than a servant for the fae. that is, until she’s chosen through a raffle to become a student at the prestigous fae academy kalizan. now thrust directly into the wild world of immortal beings, magic, and cutthroat students, vavilova has a target on her back. and when a moonflower is found drowned outside kalizan, vavilova finds herself not only being pinned as a killer, but also as the fae’s worst enemy.

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@writersnet​ event 1 · april 2021 / mythology

MEETINGS AT THE FORK ON THE PATH TO DOOM.

it’s a story anneliese haft has heard a thousand times in the small hamlet she calls home. tucked away at the foot of the mountains separating the herrschaft of stern from the cursed lands, farnburg is as peaceful as it gets.

that is, until the eighth month of the tenth year.

there is a monster in the forest, and it demands sacrifice. each decade, the lord of stern sends a boy and a girl into the forest at the foot of the mountains. each year, they never return and the monster is appeased. the town stays quiet, and the boy and girl are never spoken of again. there is no happy ending.

this year, anneleise and her brother matthias haft are chosen. this is a story about the last monster.