WHEN THE SUN SETS , NO CANDLE CAN REPLACE IT.

                         WHEN THE SUN SETS , NO CANDLE CAN REPLACE IT.

                                independent & private LORAS TYRELL from                                A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE. book canon only.                                    21+ only. beloved by FRANKENSTEIN.                                                est 2014. c : @cavalierfou

🪐 — EDWARD TEAGUE​  for  sarah !

     “Oh?” Presumably, she had just seen him attempt to assemble a trumpet. An endeavor that had taken him far longer than it should have- he still wasn’t sure if he had done it right. Teague awkwardly gripped the instrument. Give him a violin or even a set of drums and he could eventually figure things out. These brass instruments were another beast entirely. The mechanics of the mouthpiece alone was a nightmare. Still, Teague was determined to figure this out for no other reason than because he had little choice. Of course, he couldn’t do that with some nosey teenager breathing down his neck. Teague shrugged and turned away refocusing on the trumpet. “ The bell is about to ring. Go to class. ”

   SHE DOESN’T EVEN PLAY BRASS,  but sarah can still tell that the finger valves are upside-down on the trumpet the new band teacher is holding.  ❝ i’m pretty sure that front valve-slide goes in the other way, ❞  she says, a brow quirked curiously. mr. teague, as the principal had introduced him on the first day of band class, had so far defied all her expectations of what a band teacher would be like, barely even seeming to care about their marching formations or their symphonic arrangement. but when sarah had slipped into the music room after third period, intending to retrieve her sheet music so that she could run through the most challenging bits over her lunch period, she hadn’t expected to find him trying  &  failing to assemble one of the horns.  ❝ you sure you don’t want a hand ?  kinda looks like you’re struggling over there, mr. t. ❞  &  she smiles slightly, a tiny signal that his secret is safe with her  —  sarah may be a little weird, but she’s no snitch.  ❝ it’s just my lunch now, anyways. ❞

🪐 —  HERA KOSTOPULIS  for  howl !

 ❝  ────── i think i need a devil to help me get things right.  

  A SMILE SPARKS  &  quickly catches to spread crookedly across his face, gleaming curtain of hair falling over a shoulder as the wizard tilts his head to one side.  &  he regards hera with curiosity alight in his green eyes, even as they drink down her undeniable beauty.  ❝ is that what you think i am then ?  some kind of devil ?  ❞ 

You say you fight for the sake of Nassau, for the sake of your men, for the sake of Thomas and his memory. But the truth of the matter is, it isn’t for any of those things. What the fuck do you think I am fighting for?

whispering very softly into the night :  izzy is trans

🪐 — JAMES BARNES​  for  birdie !

he  has  pushed  back  splintered  bones ,   has  hidden  them  at  the  base  of  his  spine  and  learnt  to  breathe  in  spite  of  the  locked  box  of  horrors .   she  brings  a  willingness  to  live  back  to  his  body ,   convinces  him  that  there  can  be  an  aftermath  where  he  fills  his  life  with  more  than  the  war.      ❛    we can look into that later.    ❜     the  tease  comes  without  pause ,    gentle  as  it  drips  down ;    he’s  been  planning  for  this ,   used  it  to  occupy  his  mind ,   keep  him  from  falling  deeper  into  the  regret .    keeping  busy  seems  quite  the  suggestion .        ❛  it’s a surprise. but we can walk there, that’s the only clue.    ❜

   STEALING OR NOT,  birdie doesn’t mind either way. the laws that designated certain actions as criminal were so harsh  &  definitive  &  rarely left space for the context of a person’s entire lifetime. instead, they divided the world into rigid boxes to designate humans as either good or bad. but in her experience, life was far more messy than all that, the reality of a person’s makeup more of a vast gradient than a neat checkbox. though if she had to choose only one side or the other, birdie was confident that james would be the good sort. even if he didn’t see it in himself, she’d always had a bit of a knack for finding the light where others could not.  ❝ walk there, hm ?  so mysterious. ❞  birdie is certain that she is safe if james is with her  —  safer than she is without him, even.  so there’s no hesitation as she tucks herself close to his side  &  links her arm through his. her hand curls around his arm  &  holds him gently, reveling in the sensation of his powerful muscle moving subtly beneath his sleeve. she doesn’t need to know where they’re going; she trusts him.  ❝ alright then. lead the way, mystery man. consider me all yours for the night. ❞