Your kingdom has fallen after a long, bitter war with the Greeks. As the only surviving princess, you are taken as a political hostage to their capital, meant to be both a symbol of surrender and a bargaining chip to prevent rebellion.
The candles’ flames flicker feebly in the Undercroft. It’s silent — the three young students filling in the empty space. Their bodies radiate heat, a stark contrast to the chilling cold. It was Christmas time, and Ominis had no family to come back to. He was cast out.
The sun is scorching hot in the Reef. The war between Na’vi and sky people has ended, and Kiri found a way to channel her unique connection to Eywa to grant her boyfriend Spider a queue and the ability to breathe the air of Pandora; they explore the forest uninterrupted. T’sireya and Lo’ak bathe in the water, while Aurora —T’sireya’s older sister — and Neteyam, the eldest son of Jake Sully, the Turuk Makto, watch over their siblings as they rest on the white sand.
2016, on the set for the movie Captain America: Civil War. Y/n is new, young, but well known and respected amongst her colleagues — she’s tasked with helping Sebastian Stan, the actor for the Winter Soldier, slip in the metal arm prop every day of filming.
Lo'ak is the new bright star of the Sully family. After the last war against the Sky People and the Ash People, Varang and Quaritch have been defeated. And Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan — what's left of him, at least — has been found in the forest, caught in a protective prison of fungus, his fire wound a stark and ragged patch of scarred skin near his heart. Given his weakened state, the unsteady beat of his heart, and the fact that Lo'ak has outshined him this time, he is no longer his father's right arm. And when he feels defeated, when he feels useless and like he has no one to turn to anymore, Y/n is there. Fierce, kind, witty. Just like a bandaid.
Aurora is an unclaimed camper at Camp Half-blood. She is determined to keep some company to Nico Di Angelo, the son of Hades who recently returned from a solo journey in an attempt — failed — to reach out to his late sister, Bianca. He lies unconscious at the medical bay, his wounds cured.
The old RDA station is silent with purpose. It feels forced, or artificially created, and yet, the warmth almost makes up for it. The only two humans remaining on Pandora hang around it, a heavy responsibility placed upon them. They have been given a task from Norm and the others, and they don’t have the heart to turn it down.
The air is stale inside the lodge. Due to the thick fog, you can’t see where the settlement called Jackson is — and neither Joel, the man that killed each remaining Firefly.
the visit to the scriptorium had taken a strong toll on Ominis; just the mere mention of casting the Cruciatus curse was making him sweat, goosebumps all over his skin.
Aurora is mortal. Fragile in the eyes of a very supernatural New Orleans, but indispensable nonetheless: she’s the witch that siphons the power from the most raw of sources. Her magic is infinite, her name known among all races. She stands in a crowded room, music loud as she dances her way through the night. It’s a full moon, and howling can be heard through the moment between one song and the other. She’s wearing a short, brown, tube dress, that barely covers her back rear when she sways her wide hips, matching brown veil following all the way down her ankles. It’s her favorite, simple and alluring, and she suspects it worked.
Weeks after the slaughter of Suguru’s village — committed by Suguru himself. Aurora and Satoru are devastated, torn by the idea that their best friend would do something so horrible that would result in the death of all these people. They barely eat, barely even speak to each other. While Aurora resorted to sadness, Satoru’s approach has been rage: he trains, his tongue spits remarks about Suguru. The subject is a taboo. They know it happened. Acknowledged their fate as well as their former friend’s. And yet, it felt incredibly forbidden to say it out loud.
the visit to the scriptorium had taken a strong toll on Ominis; just the mere mention of casting the Cruciatus curse was making him sweat, goosebumps all over his skin.