the great ball court

Crystal and Stars

Fandom: ACOTAR

Characters: Rhys/Feyre’s son & Kallias/Viviane’s daughter including the Night Court + Winter Court

Summary: The Night Court and Winter Court have become very close after the Hybern War. Two centuries after, Aspen is born (Rhys and Feyre’s son) and Gwendolyn [gwen-doe-linh] (Kallias and Viviane’s daughter) is born. The two courts visit each other time to time. Kallias and Viviane have invited Rhys and Feyre to the Winter Court for a ball that will take place.

Gwendolyn (Nickname: Lynn) admires Devon, a family friend that she knew since birth, but when things switch up, her feelings shift into something unexpected.

Chapter 1


“Excuse me!” The maid screeched as she bolted down the corridor, driving a cart. Her shoulder hit against mine as she past by me, making me loose my balance. Servants chattered throughout the place as I strode inside the palace walls in my pale blue, laced dress. 

Our palace was practically glass, for we had windows replacing every wall. Crystals draped from the ceiling and small, glowing lights dangled like stars. 

It was winter solstice, which, in other terms means preparation of various delicacies, the finest music and the most extravagant dresses, all for partying. A great ball is thrown every year, and every citizen of the Winter Court is invited.

I turned left, heading down a dimmer hallway with less windows, striding towards two heavy, white doors that lead to the grand library where I spent most of my days. 

The library was vast and filled with knowledge. It towered above the castle, for the ceiling had to be raised with all the books I had. Staircases were used to reach to the high level, where it was shaped like a dome to overlook the entire court. 

When I was born, Helion Spell-Cleaver, High Lord of Day, gifted me with books, journals… even a spell book. 

There were so many, and when I counted, I’ve only read 19 books.

There were 382, and much, much more. 

Enough for my life time, at least. 

I plumped onto my chair draped in white fur, and flipped to page 56 on the novel I was reading that sat atop my desk.

It was a romance novel, one I find very intriguing. I normally read biographies, or history, but this one caught my eye. 

It tells a story about a young woman, who lived in riches until she fell in love with a peasant. Her family despised her, and banned her from their Kingdom. 

Her sister despised her the most, for her family was gifted with such powers, and she did not inherit hers yet. 

To trigger her powers to life, she killed the man her sister loved, causing anger to boil and trash inside her, thus letting the power free. 

Her sister, Evangeline, knew that her mother and father would take her back if she had her powers, so she murdered the man her sister loved most to set them loose.

It’s a very two-faced story, I thought… Of what love truly is.

I read until I reached page 78, as three loud blats sounded on the library door. 

“Gwendolyn!” a familiar voice shouted through the door.

I scurried towards the door, and unlatched the door with a thrust.

Devon stood at the entry way, his expression unreadable. He wore a white tunic, and his shaggy platinum hair shone brightly. 

We were lovers of some sort. We have feelings for each other… but at the same time we deny it. It was a strange relationship. 

Maybe there will be a mating bond between us one day. 

“Have you forgotten what day it is?” He growled.

“It’s one week away from Winter Solstice!”

“Exactly!” His arms flung around. “Our guests are arriving, Lynn.” His voice was strained with worry. 

“Already?” Who could possibly arrive one week early?

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed throughout the hallway to my left. The stranger must be talking to… Cauldron boil me. 

My mother.

No, no, no, it couldn’t be. How had I forgotten? Of course mother and father were going to invite them this year.

Devon gave me a warning glare as my mother, and the heir of the Night Court faced Devon and I. 

I immediately became stiff and poised as Aspen’s eyes interlocked with mine.

Devon grew cold, I felt the iciness radiate off him as he glared at Aspen.

“Ten years! And look how much you’ve grown!” My mother beamed at Aspen, then shot a glance at me. “I must attend to father now… Goodbye!” My mother said, and winnowed away in mist.

After she vanished, Aspen glided towards Devon and I, and smirked.

“Hello, Gwendolyn,” he purred. I held my breath as his infinite, deep blue eyes scanned my face. In a flash, he cocked his head to Devon, and held out his hand. 

Devon, being the curt person he is, didn’t shake hands with him. 

“Pleasure to see you too, Devon.” Aspen crooned.

Devon’s eyes went wide, for it was their first time meeting each other, and Aspen had found out his name without asking.

Devon has yet to learn that he is a daemati.

Devon’s eyes narrowed again as I exhaled a breath. Aspen straightened the lapels of his jacket, then put his hands in his pockets.

“You two have fun,” Devon drawled as he looked at me with no feeling and winnowed away. 

What was that about?

I turned over to Aspen, his jet black hair seemed to glow. “Hi, Aspen, it’s been a while.”

“Devon is one gentleman,” He laughed. 

“Do not insult a member of this palace,” I shot back. Aspen remained smirking.

“My apologies, lady.” 

He walked into the library without an invitation and I followed him, hot on his heels. Aspen’s wings appeared as he flew to the high level and back down, then, analyzing the books I held in here.

“If you want a tour, just ask for it.” I spat.

He spun around and looked at me, his jawline and high cheekbones making my heart ache.

“Well, when is it?” Aspen held a book, flipping through the pages as if he was interested in reading it.

“Now,” I grabbed his wrist, as the book landed on the wooden floor with a thud, and winnowed to the palace gardens, snow and frost and ice swirling around us.

jorirps  asked:

What would be the easiest way to tell the difference between a caring Fi user and a natural Fe user? I ask because quite a few characters I've seen you type as ESFJ are often stereotyped as ENFPs elsewhere online (Cher Horowitz being the prime example) and also because those are the two types I relate to most and I still can't tell you which I am for sure. Can Fe-doms hide emotions even when not very connected to their Ti? Will a Fi aux burst into tears when faced with heavy criticism?

I don’t think you’ll find a Fi-user inclined to cry in public, but they might go away and cry in private.

Fe-users conceal their feelings all the time, if they feel others would take them amiss, be insulted or hurt by them, or inconvenienced by them. 

The difference is … Fe is relieved to talk about their true feelings, so that Fe can process them and move on to heal them, and Fi doesn’t need assistance or reassurance when it comes to emotion. “Sharing” emotionally as a group is not Fi’s thing.

The distinction between SJ/NP is … what do your ideas revolve around? Do you entertain them constantly for their own sake (like Anne Shirley) or do you direct them toward a cause (like Blair Waldorf)? Are ideas the essence of your personality, to the extent where reality is hard to grasp and when it comes down to retaining details you lose steam, or are ideas things you toy with, you entertain for fun, and that do not drive your every decision in life? Can you put them aside and do details?

Regarding Fe or Fi … how much of your life is centered around others? Cher (and Blair, and Emma Woodhouse, and Regina George, and Dorcas Lane, many other Fe-dom characters) is constantly meddling in other people’s lives, because Fe enjoys being useful, and admired, and seeking the approval of others. In typical Fe-dom fashion, Cher sees someone in need and decides to help her out — putting her ideas to good use and earning peer admiration in the process. I’ve never known a Fi-Te user to do that kind of thing. Fe, however, is all over it, a lot of the time. Let me help yo. You do not fit in. You could do better, and people would not laugh at you as much if you changed a bit. To get positive attention, you need to blend in. Be more like others. I can help you with that.

Social values. Blend in, and good things will come to you.

Fi hates that. I don’t want to blend in. I want to be myself.

If that isn’t clarification enough, allow me to express what Fe feels like.

It is natural deviation from “me” to “us” — in everything. It takes note of, and may be offended by, things that offend others … or MIGHT offend others … to the extent where others’ opinions matter a great deal to Fe, even if it has no ball on the court. It is constantly checking to see, “Am I being appropriate? Do I fit in? What are the social expectations of the group? If I act like this, how will others see me? Will it offend them?” Not only that, it is watching other people as well, noting inappropriateness. If an action offends, goes against social constraints, or in any way hurts another person, it needs to be avoided … and quite possibly the person responsible needs a proper scolding.

Fi would look at something offensive and if it did not violate their moral system, would not care if the thing was offensive or not, because people have a right to express themselves through art. It doesn’t bother me.

Fe would look at something offensive and even if it was not offended, could see how another person might be offended and would care a lot. It might even decide a piece of art should not be created at all, since to Fe, the rights of the group are worth more than those of the individual. How dare you offend people!

Of course, this varies in each individual … but Fe worries much more frequently about being offensive or causing offense than Fi does. Fi concerns itself more with upholding its strong moral values. 

Yet another example of this would be in Game of Thrones, when Ned Stark argued with Robert Baratheon and the entire King’s Council about whether or not it was appropriate to murder Daenarys Targaryen. Ned, a Fi-user, said no, absolutely not. It violated his moral principles: we do not kill pregnant children. She is not yet a threat. Littlefinger argued with him out of his own lesser Fi-values: it did not concern him, and it made logical and tactical sense to kill her. But just about everyone else at that table was a Fe-user. They argued in an attempt to negotiate, to reach a general consensus of agreement, so that all of them could feel all right about their decision as a group. Ned finally got fed up and walked out. He refused to compromise and left. Typical of Te. I don’t agree. This is wrong. I’m leaving. No further conversation required or welcome.

But Fe works with Ti, and asks, “Is this always wrong… or are there situations in which it might be right?” Fluid morality, dependent on the situation at hand… likely, if society changes its views, to consider changing its opinions.

the Great Ball Court at Chichen Itza, built between 600 and 1200 CE. Here Mayan teams would play each other for the glory of victory and the glory of the gods. The walls of Chichen Itza’s Great Ball Court are 8 meters (26 ¼ feet), while the court itself measures 168 meters long by 70 meters wide (or 551 by 230 feet). It is the largest ball court in mesoamerica.