And When You Love Someone And They Need You, You Jump Off The Edge Of The World To Go And Get Them.

And when you love someone and they need you, you jump off the edge of the world to go and get them.

JADE CLAYMORE in Willow (insp.)

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🌪️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  trapped  together  during  a  storm — @vanuexpartre (Aeron Leclair)

Jade regrets leading Aeron into this cavern. Now they’re trapped here for the night. Even if they wanted to leave and try to find the others, they’d have to work their way through the flood. And if she’s honest, she’s soaked enough as it is. They’ll just have to wait out the storm. She just wishes that she were warmer. Being in wet clothes and armor in the cold is only making her feel worse, but at least the cave walls are blocking the treacherous wind outside. She hopes Kit is safe and dry, wherever she might be out there.

She leans her head against the wall, letting it roll to one side so she can look at her elven companion. She doesn’t know how the two of them got paired up, but it could be worse. She could be stuck with Boorman right now. At least Aeron knew how to be quiet. “Looks like we’re stuck here for the night. Any ideas for keeping warm?” For now, Jade curls her body in on itself, knees pulled up to her chest as she blows warm air into clasped hands. She can barely feel them.

Kit: I don’t have any weaknesses.

Jade: Hi, Kit!

Kit:

Kit: I stand corrected.

A sharp breath. The Wyrm. Jade’s teeth clench so hard that her jaw twitches as she swallows down the overwhelming complexity of emotions running through her. This has only just begun. What they face ahead will be worse than what it is now, than when they faced the Crone alone. And she wishes they could’ve ended this on their own, leave the rest of the world out of this. But it’s war and they can’t do it alone.

“I know. It’s why we came. Why I came. We seek the power of Arborlon to join with our own,” she explains firmly. Her thumb gently traces the princess’ cheek, attempting to spread a calm that she herself does not feel. “But I’ll leave the diplomacy to Kit.” The caress stops. Kit. She pushes the thought aside to answer Amberle’s unfinished question. “Elora’s alive and fine. In fact, she’s probably magicking someone right now.” She glances over her shoulder to where she expects Elora to be. She can hear the fighting beginning to quiet down. “She’s under my protection… well, sort of.”

ㅤㅤㅤthe princess wants nothing more than to sink into jade's arms and rest. being dispelled from the tree turns out to be more taxing than one would imagine. the knife is eventually released and clatters to the ground as the now empty hand grips onto jade's sleeve.

ㅤㅤㅤchin is lifted and hazel orbs lock on to the other's. the world - it feels wrong. the balance has shifted and the tree can feel it; amberle can feel it, it's like she can taste the ash of what may be. ❛❛ the wyrm - we can feel it. ❜❜ the elven princess doesn't know how much time has passed since she became one with the ellcrys, she feels like she's missed so much, but the catch up will have to wait. she can't stand by while her friends, the world, is in danger. ❛❛ elora, is she - ❜❜ she can't bring herself to finish the question. her heart can only hope that the future empress is alive.

🔪  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  kills  to  protect  your  muse – @vanuexpartre (Amberle Elessedil)

It’s warm on her hand. She can feel the blood pouring onto her skin, dripping onto the ground. This never gets easier. The choice does, but the feeling doesn’t. She hasn’t taken many lives and certainly less as brutally as this. First, there was Ballantine. Then there was the Galladoorn spy who tried assassinating Kit. Then a Daikini servant of the Wyrm who came for Elora. She lists them all in her head after every kill and wonders how many it will take before she stops doing that, until it becomes too many to recount. They all weigh on her shoulders. But every kill after Ballantine has been an act of love more so than duty. This one is no different.

She pulls her gory blade from the man’s gut, letting the body fall to the floor. She turns to Amberle, stepping close and holding the royal’s face with her clean hand. For someone who isn’t her lover, Jade stands far too close and too intimately. “Are you okay?” She watches Amberle’s face for a long time, waiting for a response. A small smile appears. “How does it It feel to be an elf again, Your Highness?”