an independent, private, highly selective elora danan of willow 1988 & 2022. not spoiler free! i have verses for elora in house of the dragon, the one hundred, shadow & bone / grishaverse, and more as i continue to write elora.
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exploring themes such as the chosen one, prophecies, learning how to be at home in your own skin and the pressures of being the savior.
ㅤㅤㅤelora's touch sets kit's cheek aflame as eyes drop to follow the thumb's path. the touch, while so simple, brings a glisten to the princess' eyes. it's been a long time since she's felt so... wanted. like she actually matters. elora, while they often don't see eye to eye, has a knack for making kit feel seen. it's why she fell so hard in the first place. ❛❛ i think - ❜❜ a pause follows as kit gathers every piece of strength possible. licking her lips, she takes a deep breath, eyes finally lift to those of elora's. ❛❛ i think i'm gonna tell you that i love you, too. ❜❜ heart thumps against her chest and, if it weren't for the fact that the other had a hold of her, kit is sure that her knees would buckle. why is that such a terrifying thing to admit? she's practically shaking. ❛❛ i'm gonna need you to say something now because i'm - ❜❜ she exhales slowly, cheeks puffing when lungs seek new air. ❛❛ i suddenly feel like i'm dancing naked in front of my mother's court... ❜❜ why does she feel so exposed? ❛❛ oh, boy... ❜❜
she can feel the tremor rolling through her. feathers grip on her cheeks as a laugh escapes her. kit’s emotions are always right on the table. it’s part of why she does love her. drops hands to wrap arms fully around her neck at her prompting. “ why are you nervous ? " frowns she can damn near hear the racing pulse, see the wide-eyed panic on her face. leans in and cuts off further speech - pressing her lips to hers before tugging back only a fraction to speak.
” i love you. that is not going to change. “
much to sorsha’s distate, of course. she’s got her own ire with her beloved’s mother - but she’d rather focus on the warmth spreading through her chest. she’s never felt loved. had only other servants as her 'family’ while in the halls of tir asleen’s castle walls. until now. with her. runs hands through short, dark hair with a softened expression.
” you make me happy, kit tanthalos. “
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grisha verse. i’ve only finished 2x01 today but i wanted to put a general barebones verse together for elora. sankta elora was predicted by grisha long before her or the sun summoner’s birth. she was prophesied to be a birth-marked child and the only grisha able to master all the small sciences ( aside from shadow and light. i refuse to take away the main point of s&b - which is alina and aleksander’s roles. ). bavmorda
morozovatanthalos was as dark hearted as her nephew and saw elora as a threat. so, she sought out all the babes in search of the birthmark spoken to mark elora’s birth with the express intent on killing her. for years there was no success until she was born in the dark dungeons of bavmorda’s home - dubbed nockmaar. the midwife, ethna, wrapped elora as a babe in her arms and fled ravka - to tir asleen where she was prophesied to reside. after she was pursued by bavmorda’s army she was saved by an inferni named willow, and bavmorda’s daughter, sorsha. sorsha resided in tir asleen, a castle on the wandering isle, where sorsha’s father was born. elora was raised as an otkazat'sya servant child in the kitchens so she’d not know her true identity until the time came she was needed. she was hidden from the grisha tests so as to never be found out. once the sun summoner’s existence was found, the darkling came for his blood relatives - airk, sorsha’s oldest child, was taken. elora and his sister left to find him, even if it took them inside the fold. they found willow who began to teach her.
heartrender or etherealki for elora’s grisha!verse ?
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witchought to never be frightened in the darkest forest, granny weatherwax had once told her. because she should be sure in her soul the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.
in all honesty, which would never be admitted to beyond within her own thoughts, she had panicked. self doubt, second guessing, hesitation... it all washes over her the closer she got. kit hates it. she's not used to the way her frame shakes from nerves. normally she hides it under a coat of arrogance. underneath elora's gaze, it all melts away. ❛❛ is that what you want? ❜❜ it's clear in the way kit holds herself, how she melts into elora's hold, that she wants to. she tried to fight the tension, the pull, but now? she's too exhausted; when fighting is all you do, there has to come a point where something has to give. taking a step closer, kit looks up at the other with a tired curiosity. ❛❛ because, if you want me to... i will. ❜❜ it remains unsaid just how much kit herself wants to.
she can feel every beat of her heart, wild and loud against her ribs. she can feel each of the other’s breaths mingling with hers. swallows hard as she studies her, eyes blown wide and they drop to her lips a long moment. " yeah, i do want that. " she reaches up, pushing a stubborn hair off her forehead and tucking it back behind her ear. steps further into her space and brushes her nose over hers. " i'd really like you to kiss me. " over and over if she has it her way.
And forward you stalked, each step you took closing the space between her and yourself. Each step is calculated and poses a threat as a blade is pulled, lifting until it's mere inches from the side of your head. A hand soon comes into contact, and roughly you pushed her against a wall, that very steel of valyrian resting delicately at her throat. Your head comes to tilt, a hue of violet bores into her eyes.
"Scream as loud as you want, as loud as you crave no one cares, no one's coming to save you."
breath exits lungs in harsh exhale backed against brick wall, she begins to feel like caged animal. anger boils through her veins at the cold sharpness of blade against soft flesh. raised in dragonstone’s kitchens, growing closer to hatchlings when they’ve come and gone, she's used to dragons. even kinslayer ones like him. eyes draw narrow, shifting on her toes to try and create some distance between blade and neck. oh, but if she screams she knows she’ll wake half the castle. nobody wants elora danan hurt, present company excluded. " jiōragon hen, kinslayer ! " high valyrian spills through parted lips before she can control it, cornflower gaze slanting toward the door behind him. " everyone cares. you’d not be here, blade to my neck if mommy didn’t feel threatened. “ a frightened, wounded animal would chew its own arm off to escape. she’s no different. filled with venom and rage at seeing the devastation lucerys’ death has spread throughout her home.
think about it girl and her friends arrive at the dance, the camp, deserted town, whatever. killer takes them out one-by-one. ninety minutes later, the sun comes up and survivor girl sits in the ambulance watching her friends' bodies being wheeled past.
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