Rowaelin’s daughter x Feysand’s son Headcanon Part II
With the help of the fandom (especially these two @dorianthekinkymf and @readinglikewildfire), we came up with the name for Rowaelin’s daughter, Seraphine and Feysand’s son, Kastiel. Also, let me now if you enjoy this. I’ve been contemplating on doing a fic instead of a hc!
Kastiel’s breath stopped as he took in the sight of the silver jewel drop from the sky
Everything seemed to happen too fast when he realises what—no who it actually was
Kastiel shouts commands to his team as the large troll wakes up with a rumble
He shoots out to catch the girl with the glinting silver hair who’s fallen from a temporary black hole in the sky
His other team mate, Grigor, catches the girl’s unusual companion—a wolf with strange coloured fur
Landing in Kastiel’s arms is a girl, unconscious and bloody
The first thing he notices is the stark contrast between her silver hair and the blood smeared between them
There’s already blood seeping into his Illyrian armour from the girl’s back
Kastiel couldn’t stop the panic (something he rarely feels) rising out of him
He sees his team fighting the troll, but calls for them to retreat, that there’s another task more important than the mission
With the girl in his arms, the team fly towards a safe spot
The mist is thick, and the air stuffy as the team fly silently with the troll roaring behind them
Kastiel feels the questions hanging in the air, but he knows his team trusts him as he sets down to land in a small clearing between two large willow trees
Kastiel gently places the girl down, and he suddenly wishes he could use his mother’s powers to wipe the blood away from her face
But the mist continues to swirl around them, stoping their magic from working
Her wolf companion limp from where it was resting towards them
It lets its sharp fangs show while it watches Kastiel’s every movement
He assigns Ariadne to scout the area, and to look for a nearby stream
Grigor starts a fire, while Zephyr paces with panic in his face—they had not retrieved the ruby and cannot leave
Zephyr questions the girl’s motives
What if she’s not as innocent as she looks, Zephyr asks (this stuns Kastiel into silence)
He wanted to shout, look at her—her frail body, her face and hand covered in blood
How could she ever hurt anyone he wanted to say
But Kastiel remained focused, inspecting every inch of her with the help of Lilia
A sliced up palm (where most of the blood smeared on her face and hair is from), deep scrapes in her knees where her pants have torn, and the most worrying of all is a small arrowhead still stuck behind her back in her upper shoulder blade
Digging his fingers deep into her wound, Kastiel had no choice but to pick the arrowhead out, noticing a strange marking on the tip
He makes a note to thank his uncles, Cassian and Azriel, for teaching him how to patch up his squad while in battle
Saving the girl could be part of our mission is his explanation to his team, but he doesn’t voice what he truly feels—the strain in his heart that tells him to save her, save her, saver her
And suddenly, turquoise eyes, with golden rings around them slowly open (the most beautiful eyes Kastiel had ever seen)
The air hangs heavily between them
Until the girl reaches for Kastiel’s face, smearing blood in his cheek, down his face, matching hers
Is this a dream? she asks him, voicing his own thoughts, before falling back asleep
There was darkness for so long—behind her, in front of her, all around her
Seraphine wished so hard for her mother’s fire magic to light the way
She wished Fen and Enox were right next to her, but she knows she’s alone in her own void
Until Seraphine sees stark blue eyes the colour of the sea, the smell of the woods at twilight
And she reaches for the colours contrasting her darkness—not the same as fire, but maybe something better
And suddenly it feels like all she’s ever dreamed and wished for is resting in her palms
Kastiel makes a silent prayer to thank the Gods for preventing him to bind the girl’s hands
Gently laying down the girl on top of soft moss near the fire, Kastiel makes a plan to finish this mission and get back to the Night Court
Now would be the time for his mother to save him with her healing magic, he thinks.
Ariadne comes back and gives him a slight shake of her head
The team did not count on staying in the dense part of the forest for long, and have no extra supplies for one more person
Kastiel knows they must all tackle the troll together to complete the mission and save the girl go home
Their plan was to distract the troll (not kill it), grab the fallen ruby and fly out of there with his team
Grigor and Zephyr grab the ruby from the ground near the troll (awake and weary of them)
Kastiel chargers up to the troll and takes out it’s eyes
The loud roar fills Kastiel with hope—that the girl will be safely at his room in Velaris, under the hands of his mother’s healing powers
Much to Kastiel’s relief, they quickly snatch the ruby back (Grigor and Zephyr carrying it between them)
But on their way back to camp, a loud howl echoes in the air, breaking the silence of the forest
Sweat beaded your forehead as you ran through the sea of people flooding the airport, your breathing was erratic and Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. Your heart hammered angrily against your chest, where was he? There you were, willing to drop your life for him and he didn’t have the decency to even answer the phone the 14 times you’d called.
Close to giving up your eyes wandered the busy scene desperately once more, much to your surprise you saw a tall, broad figure wearing all black holding what looked like to be a Louis Vuitton luggage bag. Your Louis Vuitton luggage bag. That had to be him. You ran up to the man who was speedily walking away, his wide strides almost impossible for you to catch up with.
“Jungkook!” You shouted, earning a stare from a dozen pairs of nosey eyes in the process.
Hadrian’s Wall is the funniest shit. For my American friends not in the know, whenever we talk about Scottish independence, the English will always bring up Hadrian’s Wall, because its a really old border wall that the Roman’s put up when conquering Britain. “We’re gonna rebuild Hadrian’s Wall if you leave! Good luck getting back in!” Because Britain’s an island nation and the English are VERY uncomfortable with sharing an open border with another country.
Of course, this rhetoric has somehow become even MORE popular among English and Welsh conservatives following Trump’s talking points about building a wall to keep the Mexicans out. “We’re gonna rebuild Hadrian’s Wall, and the SCOTTISH are gonna pay for it,” they say, as if they don’t look fucking ridiculous just for that.
There’s just one problem. Hadrian’s Wall isn’t actually the border with Scotland. In fact, on a scale of how small Britain is, it isn’t even CLOSE.
The bold line in the middle there is Hadrian’s Wall. The line above it is the Scottish border. The two lines don’t intersect. At they’re closest I think they’re still a few miles apart. And you’ll notice all that handy colour coded land on the bottom?
That’s England. Hadrian’s Wall is entirely in England. A sizeable chunk of England lies between Hadrian’s Wall and the modern English-Scottish border, actually. Because, and this may shock you, England being an Empire has in fact CHANGED its borders since the time an ancient roman wall fell. conquering Northumberland and what have you. In fact Britain used to be many kingdoms before there was a “Scottish” border, when there was Pictland and stuff, but that’s a whole other topic.
So anyone who knows anything about the situation, whenever we hear the English getting their big “Gotcha!” isolationist talking points out threatening to cut us off, we’re always like “Go ahead! You might want to ask the people of Northumberland how they feel about joining Scotland first though.”