“ for literally no one but you, ” he scoffs. “ ‘cause, you know, unless you want to sell the SWORD, we don’t exactly have money to spare. ” of all the things they could’ve grabbed on their way out, he’s chosen the sword of orynth, refusing to see the ancestral family heirloom fall into adarlanian hands. “ you look like hell spat you out with or without twigs, fireheart, ” he teased, before his grin turned serious. “ we’ll stop in a town soon, i promise. just wait ‘til we’re done crossing the forest. it’s allsbrook land beyond. surely they wouldn’t have let soldiers stay. ”at least, they have to believe it.“ wait— did you see what i saw ? looked like dinner with fur to me. ”
The darkness conceals her POUT, thank the Wyrd. She picks at piece of foliage that had entangled in her golden hair, flicking it to the side with disdain. ❝ It’s not like the sword is getting much action anyways. It might as well be renamed the dust collector of Orynth !❞ She jests, an arm flaying out in a dramatic notion.❝ What, are you going to kill it with dust collector, over here ? For some reason I thought you would be BETTER at hunting. ❞ Oh, she was surely in a mess of trouble now.
“don’t look at me. my back is still blaming me for it. ” of course she’ll see right through his words, but it doesn’t hurt to PRETEND. especially considering that’s what he’s been doing since they left orynth — pretending things are going to be alright very, very soon, pretending he doesn’t worry half as much as he truly does. he wrestles with her dress for a few seconds before both her legs are looped around his elbows ; only then can they keep walking. “ even cooking them won’t last long enough. we’d need either salt or smoke…and we don’t have either, since we’re still too close to villages and towns to risk a smoky fire. should i remind you that the last time you tried to light one, you almost set my spare changes of clothes on FIRE too ?”
❝That would have been a happy accident.❞ She smiles cheerfully, suppressing a laugh. Since they had fled their summer estate where her parents, her entire kingdom, had been MURDERED, Aelin had watched how Aedion stepped up and took care of her. How he pretended that the entire weight of the world wasn’t on his shoulders.
But she took that small, SCARED part of her and tucked it away, so deep down that not even she knew where that part of her slept. And she believed him when he said that everything was going to be okay. ❝Why can’t we just go into the village and stay there ? I’m tired of waking up with twigs in my hair. ❞
“ not if you quit whining into my ears. ” the words were harsh but the tone playful, a reminder of how he loved teasing her. it was an old habit, picked up when he’d first arrived in terrasen, and it seemed to him he ought to KEEP it. he’d give her a normal childhood — as normal as one could be when spent as a fire-wielding princess, with a demi-fae teenager as her only guide and mentor. ( they could handle this ; more than could, they had to. ) aedion knelt on the mossy ground for her to climb. “ this is the last time, though, ” he warned. you’re too old for piggyback rides. “ well, he’d still be able to carry her for a while more, but… better not give her ideas.” if you see a rabbit, kick me. or pull my hair. gently. the last pieces of meat we had started rotting. “
Her nose wrinkles at the thought. She didn’t much care for water. ❝You said that last time. ❞ She points out, a triumphant grin on her face as she climbs onto his back, taking a handful of the soft fabric of his tunic as she locks her arms around his neck. ❝They wouldn’t have rotted so quickly if you had let me cook them. ❞ She grumbles into his hair. And by cook, she means burned with her magic.
“ just a little more, aelin, ” the half-fae boy promised. “ there was a garrison in that last village we crossed. we’ve got to put some more distance between them and us. ” he handed her a skin of water, along with an apple he’d snatched from a stall. ( part of him felt guilty, but saving up for a boat made them run low on money. )“ just drink as much as you want. we’ll fill it up in the next drinkable stream. and when you’re done with the apple… ” a sigh. deanna, i thought i’d told her i wouldn’t do this anymore.“ …you can climb on my back, if you want. won’t tire me as much as it should. ” thank the gods for his fae parentage.
The young princess huffs in protest, guzzling down the water. Still in her FAE form, she can taste every layer of minerals in the water, and even traces of the ANIMAL skin itself. She makes a distasteful face.
Her expression immediately lighten up at his words. Oh, how she loved when he allowed her climb into his back and ride through the forest ! Although he was only five years older than she ( and only being a demi-Fae ) he was certainly much stronger and had much more stamina. Piggy-backing through the canopy reminded her of their many play dates in Terrasen, as if this was all just another GAME they were playing. The pain that welled up in her chest dulled slightly.
❝ Promiseyou won’t toss me into the river this time, then ? ❞ She smiles widely before biting into her apple.
The forest was dark, their pathway illuminated by the moonlight. Untrained feet stomped, and crunched, and cracked their way through the forest floor ( though a bit was contributed to the pout was ever so present ). The hem of her dress was coated in dirt, splitting at the ends in utter ruin. Her voice drained and raspy. ❝ Aedion, when are we going to stop ? I’m tired and HUNGRY. ❞
This is a roleplay blog for AELIN ASHRYVER GALATHYNIUS from Sarah J. Maas' Throne of Glass book series. I have no affiliation with Sarah J. Maas, Emilia Clarke, or anyone else. This is simply a private and independent roleplay blog and will be predominantly BOOK BASED; I have verses for every book.
II. SPOILERS
ARE NOT TAGGED. I am completely up to date on all of Sarah J. Maas' books, including the ACOTAR books. Spoilers will not be tagged for either and will be heavily present on this blog. So, if you're currently in the middle of reading the books and don't want anything spoiled, refrain from here for a little while! :)
III. SELECTIVITY
This blog is PRIVATE which means that I will only write with mutuals. This includes all starter calls, plotting calls, open posts, etc. unless specifically stated otherwise. However, memes, including in character or out of character, are open to everyone all the time, uncluding non-mutuals!
I also ask that the IM feature be kept for mutuals only, even though it is open to the public just in case. Additionally, my skype, kik, snapchat, whatever, is open to mutuals upon request.
IV. FOLLOWING
That being said, I will not follow everyone back. I will most likely not follow back duplicates of Aelin. Just because I do not follow back, does not mean that I 'hate' your blog. I like to keep my dash clean and organized; however, if you really want to interact, you can always shoot me a message with a specific plot idea in mind in order to change my mind. Additionally, it may just take me a while to follow back because I like to take my time to read through people's rules and look through their blog. Please do not repeatedly follow and unfollow me in order to get my attention, because I do notice and it does annoy me.
V. MULTI-EVERYTHING
Yes! This blog is multi-ship, multi-verse, and everything inbetween because crossovers are actually my favorite thing in the entire world. I'm a sucker for building ALL KINDS of relationships. And I do mean all kinds: childhood friends, neighbours who hate each other, longtime rivals, ex-roommates, friends from enemy families... you name it. If you've any interesting ideas for our muses, let's exchange Skypes or use the IM feature to scream headcanons at each other all night
For shipping, I do ask that the CHEMISTRY be there first and that we have been interacting for a while beforehand. This includes regular conversations between muns, as those build relationships without even having to write a thread. Honestly, just shoot me a message if you're interacted.
VI. NSFW AND TRIGGERS
Will be present on this blog. This includes sexual content, gore, dark themes and other possible triggers. I personally do not have any triggers but if we write together and something I post bothers you, feel free to send me a message and I will try to tag everything accordingly. Otherwise, the only tag I will be using will be 'nsfw'. I am over 21 years old, and I do not mind writting smut, though it is not my first priority unless we have been writing together for a while. I do not smut with minors, and I will check if our threads seem to be going in that direction. However, I'm also open to just fading to black or time skipping regardless of age.
VII. WRITING LENGTH
Will vary. Please never feel obligated to match my length. I will always perfer quality over quantity. Especially if our threads start getting extremely long, because I know those can be hard to keep going. So, as long as you give me something to work with, and vise versa, I will be more than happy.
VIII. OOC
My name is NINA and I'm from the United States, with my timezone being Eastern Standard Time. I'm a university student majoring in cell molecular biology with the intention of going to Physician Assistant School. I have a part-time job. I'm an equestrian and have been riding horses since I was a child, traveling all over the country for competitions! Roleplaying is my guilty pleasure I hope you decice to stick around. :)
verses
MAIN.
AU.
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FIREHEART
YOUNG! Living in the palace of Orynth, Terrasen, Aelin Galathynius is the princess and heir to the throne. Reckless and wild with her magic, she has a habit of starting unwanted fires, which has stricken her with fear. Her cousin and betrothed, Aedion Ashryver, has been her best friend and by her side through thick and thin. Aelin spends her days learning to control her magic and how to properly rule her country one day.
THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING STYLISH IN BEING UTTERLY WICKED
Pre-Throne of Glass verse, based around the ASSASSINS BLADE NOVELLAS. Celaena Sardothien is Adarlan’s most feared assassin. As part of the Assassin’s Guild, she’s sworn to her master, Arobynn Hamel, yet Celaena listens to no one and trusts only her fellow killer for hire, Sam. Sent on daring missions in order to use and hone her skills, they take her from remote islands to hostile deserts, where she fights to liberate slaves and avenge tyranny. But by acting on her own terms, will Celaena truly free herself from her master, or will she suffer an unimaginable punishment for such treachery?
YOU WERE COLD, AS THE BLOOD THROUGH YOUR BONES
THRONE OF GLASS. Based off Book 1. In a land without magic, where the king rules with an iron hand, Celaena, an assassin, is summoned to the castle. She comes not to kill the king, but to win her freedom. If she defeats twenty-three killers, thieves, and warriors in a competition, she is released from prison to serve as the king’s champion. Living under the name Lillian Gordiana, a common jewel theif, in order to protect her true identity as Adarlan's Assassin.
SO GIVE ME HOPE IN THE DARKNESS
CROWN OF MIDNIGHT! Based off Book 2. Bold, daring, and lethal, assassin Celaena Sardothien won the brutal contest to become his CHAMPION. Being King's Champion means doing his dirty work and taking care of his enemies behind the scenes. Yet Celaena is far from loyal to the crown. She hides her secret vigilantly; she knows that the man she serves is bent on evil. Keeping up the deadly charade becomes increasingly difficult when Celaena realizes she is not the only one seeking justice.
FOR ALL MY SWEAT, MY BLOOD RUNS WEAK
HEIR OF FIRE! Based on Book 3. Celaena Sardothien has survived deadly contests and shattering heartbreak—but at an unspeakable cost. Lost and broken, Celaena’s only thought is to avenge the savage death of her dearest friend. But she must instead travel to a new land to confront her darkest truth, a truth about her heritage that could change her life—and her future—forever. Meanwhile, brutal and monstrous forces are gathering on the horizon, intent on enslaving her world. To defeat them, Celaena must find the strength to not only fight her inner demons but to battle the evil that is about to be unleashed. If she can overcome them, she will be Adarlan’s biggest threat—and his own deadliest enemy.
MY HEART IS GOLD AND MY HANDS ARE COLD
QUEEN OF SHADOWS! Based off Book 4. At last returned to the empire—for vengeance, to rescue her once-glorious kingdom, and to confront the shadows of her past, Celaena has returned to Rifthold as Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, the rightful Queen of Terrasen. She has returned to save her cousin, seek revenge on all those who hurt her, save her dearest friend and Crown Prince, and save her people that are enslaved to the brutal king.
THROW ME TO THE WOLVES AND I WILL RETURN LEADING THE PACK
EMPIRE OF STORMS! Based off Book 5. The long path to the throne has only just begun for Aelin Galathynius. Loyalties have been broken and bought, friends have been lost and gained, and those who possess magic find themselves at odds with those don’t. As the kingdoms of Erilea fracture around her, enemies must become allies if Aelin is to keep those she loves from falling to the dark forces poised to claim her world. With war looming on all horizons, the only chance for salvation lies in a desperate quest that may mark the end of everything Aelin holds dear.
**DISCLAIMER: included in every one of my AU's is the option to have Aelin land in their world via Wyrdgate, ie. magical portal, if my existing background does not work for a specific plot idea. Please let me know if you would be interested in this option instead! Everything will still be tagged in the appropriate verse tag.
DRIPPING LIKE A SATURATED SUNRISE.
MODERN AU! 1) The Fae had always been living amongst the humans. Able to shift between their Fae form and their animal form, Aelin is lucky enough that hers happens to be human. As their supernatural culture has been hidden from the mortals for thousands of years, a secret world filled with many other fairytales lives within, only visible to those born into it, or granted access by another immortal. This verse is a play on how supernatural creatures are added into worlds similar to the vampire diaries, teen wolf, true blood, etc. In order to keep her royal Fae heritage a secret while in her human form, she goes by Celaena.
2) Aelin Galathynius is completely human, born into a weathly family with a reputation and world renowned corporation. After her parents were killed at a young age, she is taken in by a close family friend, Arobynn Hamel, who raises her to be the heir to the family name and titles ( through the way he wants it run ) she is merely his pawn until curiosity gets the better of her. She attends a prestigious buisness school and plays the pianoforte.
ACOTAR! Terrasen, an old and ancient kingdom in the North, was once a part of the Courts of Prythian before the war against Hybern desolated the land and slaughtered its people. Aelin Galathynius, the only serviving royal and heir, disappeared and was thought to be dead. For the sake of this verse, imagine that Erilea is in one hemisphere of the world, while Prythian and Hybern are in the other. Rebuilding her country after traveling through hell and back, Aelin travels to the other continents in order to forge alliances for the many wars to come.
RED QUEEN! Heir to Terrasen, Aelin is sent to Norta in order to forge an alliance between the Burner Prince and the Fire-Breathing Bitch-Queen. Aelin finds their continent strange, how the difference in blood can cause such a rift in the social classes. Betrothed to Cal Calore, Aelin makes it her mission to learn as much as she can about this kingdom and how to help liberate it.
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REIGN! Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was born a princess to the royal family in Bavaria. This verse follows the canon events that affect her and leave her family dead, leading her to becoming one of the greatest assassins on the continent. After being caught for trying to take down the head of a drug cartel, she was sent away. However, when the threats at the royal castle in France grew, the Queen Catherine herself freed and hired Celaena to come to court in order to PROTECT herself and her family, most importantly the new King of France. Posing as a mere High Born invited to stay at court, no one knows of the secrets lurking in the shadows, and the assassin that keeps them company.
Under Construction.
“Aelin had PROMISED herself, months and months ago, that she would not pretend to be anything but what she was. She had crawled through DARKNESS and blood and despair-she had survived.”
ABOUT
Titles: Adarlan’s Assassin; the King’s Champion; Royal Champion of Adarlan; Princess of Terrasen, later Queen of Terrasen; Queen of the Underworld; Queen of Assassins; Fire-Breathing Bitch-Queen
Also Known As: Celaena Sardothien, Lillian Gordaina; Aelin Ashryver Galathynius; Elentiya; Fireheart
Age: 16/17 (Novellas); 18 (Throne of Glass/Crown of Midnight); 19 (Heir of Fire)
Appearance: Golden hair, blue/gray eyes lined with a brilliant ring of gold, beautiful features, and a muscular yet curvy figure.
Culture: Erilea/Terrasen
Race: Fae (able to switch form between Fae and human)
Magic Type: Fire (in the form of Turqouise flames) with a “drop of water”
Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was born to Rhoe and Evalin Galathynius, the then King and Queen of Terrasen, in Orynth, Terrasen on May 3rd. For the first eight years of her life she lived as the crown princess and sole heir to the throne of Terrasen. It was expected of her to marry Aedion Ashryver, her cousin and confidante, to solidify the family’s claim to the throne. Her Fae heritage - she is completely Fae - afforded her some magical ability, in particular control over fire. It is this ability that led her to burn down part of the royal library, and encouraged a deep-seated fear of her Fae magic and heritage for most of her life so far. It is revealed in Heir of Fire that she encountered Dorian Havilliard as a child while his parents were on a state visit to Terrasen.
One night, the King of Adarlan decided to overthrow one of his major political opponents - the royal family of Terrasen. Aelin discovered the deaths of her parents when she climbed into their bed; she woke up to a maid’s screams and a bed filled with blood. The actions of the maid in facilitating her escape allowed Aelin to survive the massacre and bide her time. The King of Adarlan cemented his rule over Erilea by promoting across the country the deaths of the Terrasen nobility, all the while unaware of the survival of the heir. Arobynn Hamel, King of the Assassins, found Aelin half frozen and half dead on the banks of the Avery River outside the palace. He offered her a choice; to stay with him and be trained as an assassin, or to be cast off in the streets. Aelin chose the former and became an assassin, killing her first target at the age of nine. She was restyled as Celaena Sardothien to hide her true identity.
Celaena trained at the Assassin’s Keep in Rifthold, and it was here that she spent the majority of her life following the deaths of her parents. However, she was captured after attempting to exact revenge on Jayne and Farran for murdering her lover Sam Cortland. As a result, she was sent to the salt mines of Endovier and sentenced as a slave to reside there for the remainder of her life. She spent a total of one year in the mines before Dorian Havilliard removed her to compete for the title of Adarlan’s Assassin.
FIREHEART
THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING STYLISH IN BEING UTTERLY WICKED
YOU WERE COLD, AS THE BLOOD THROUGH YOUR BONES
SO GIVE ME HOPE IN THE DARKNESS
FOR ALL MY SWEAT, MY BLOOD RUNS WEAK
MY HEART IS GOLD AND MY HANDS ARE COLD
THROW ME TO THE WOLVES AND I WILL RETURN LEADING THE PACK
DRIPPING LIKE A SATURATED SUNRISE.
