#Death and the lovely fawn

[ater-love]

Death and the maiden

Art by Dudledudlesss

“Death and the lovely fawn” takes inspiration from “Death and the maiden” one of the most popular tropes in the renaissance era.

There have been many paintings and sculptures regarding this concept and obviously it holds many meanings, but the one that relates the most to Azriel and Elain is:

The maiden would rather embrace death and be in its arms than being stuck in a loveless arranged marriage.

P.s. Obviously Elain isn’t going to die because in our case Azriel is the literal personification of death.

[duskcowboy]

Azriel and Elain 💛

🎨 by @/mftfernandez on insta

[itselriel]

If you are someone who says Feyre is not a reliable narrator, when three full books, (and some of acofas) are in her pov, you need to actually check yourself.

I’ve said this before, Feyre is the entire core of the series. She is the main character of all the main characters. Without her, there would be no acotar series. She is the high lady of the night court. She has such an important role. We have read about her life and journey since the very first word in acotar. We have seen her grow. We have seen her thrive and accomplish, more than any other character in the series. The entire series revolves around her. The entire series stemmed from her.

If there is ONE person in the entire series who is reliable, it is Feyre.

[tswaney17]

Azriel’s Fantasy

“𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴—𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴.

𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲.

𝗛𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘀. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅. 𝗛𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲.”

-𝗔𝘇𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗹’𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 (𝗔𝗖𝗢𝗦𝗙)

I wanted to start off the Solstice season on a sexy note. 😏 When rereading Azriel’s bonus, it’s clear that he has deep feelings for Elain. Much like many of SJM’s other prominent couples, he wants to get on his knees for the woman he loves. To touch and taste her. And while I hate that Rhys stopped them from kissing, he has set up the perfect plot for a forbidden romance🌸 and I cannot wait to see it play out in the pages of Elriel’s book. 🛐

I’m so happy to have commissioned Azriel’s Fantasy from the incredible @/arielfriass. He took my idea and produced such a beautiful, intimate piece that I couldn’t have pictured better. Ariel, you were an absolute pleasure to work with. Thank you for bringing this piece to life. 💙

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[wingedblooms]

Like a moth to a flame

Maasverse spoilers below. Proceed with caution.

When Feyre and Elain visit the weaver near solstice, we learn that there is a very specific kind of light that not only withstands the darkness, but cuts through it like a blade.

"The silver thread," Elain asked. "What is that called?" The weaver paused the loom again, the colorful strings vibrating. She held my sister's gaze. No attempt at a smile this time. "I call it Hope." My throat became unbearably tight, my eyes stinging enough that I had to turn away, to walk back toward that extraordinary tapestry. The weave explained to my sister, "I made it after I mastered Void." I stared and stared at the black fabric that was like peering into a pit of hell. And then stared at the iridescent, living silver thread that cut through it, bright despite the darkness that devoured all other light and color. (acofas)

That light is Hope. It is a living thread of iridescent light like the healing light that flows from Nesta:

Iridescent light began flowing from Nesta's body. Into Feyre. [...] Tendrils of light drifted between the sisters. And one, delicate and loving, floated toward Mor. (acosf)

I’ve always wondered if the tendrils of iridescent light between the sisters is a hint of what lies between them: raw magic.

“Once, the High Fae were more elemental, more given to reading the stars and crafting masterpieces of art and jewelry and weaponry. Their gifts were rawer, more connected to nature, and they could imbue objects with that power.” (acosf)

We hear about the raw magic of High Fae when the inner circle learns about Nesta’s Made swords. And Sarah just happens to drop art, jewelry, and weaponry as objects that can be imbued with raw magic. Objects that make us think of the sisters: Feyre creates art, Nesta is compared to and actually forges swords, and Elain is gifted art and jewelry that embody nature. She is a blooming flower compared to Nesta’s freshly forged sword (acowar). And the two sisters who have had their stories told have used raw magic to heal (Cauldron; Feyre, Nyx), to create, like the High Fae once did. We will likely see the third sister exhibit rawer magic as well.

We're led to believe that the Mother shows Nesta how to heal Feyre with iridescent light when she agrees to return her magic. We also see a luminous hand (presumably the Mother's) prevent the Cauldron from taking all of Nesta's power, which may be connected to the hand on the mural in Spring that pours the contents of the Cauldron into the void to create Prythian's world. In Herbs she planted, I discussed Elain’s connections to witches and healers (and these categories often overlap, like witches and seers; since the sisters may all possess raw magic, it is not far fetched that Elain could weave sight and healing together as a mystical forest witch would). In that post, I also review how the being we call the Mother behaves a lot like the Other who appears to Yrene in Tower of Dawn. This Other is believed to be Silba, the goddess of healing and gentle deaths. Like the Mother, Silba is also associated with a dark womb, and her healing magic is referred to as world-making power, which brings to mind the hands of creation in Spring.

Yrene, the healer Silba appears to, possesses raw healing magic and it manifests as white light. She uses it to battle Valg magic, which is compared to darkness, void, and hell.

He’d roared around it. His bellowing had been almost as bad as the magic itself. It was a void. It was a new, dark hell. […] She’d hurled her magic against the wall, letting its swarm of burning white lights attack in wave after wave, but—nothing. (tod)

Like water, it seeps into Chaol's legs, and acts like a swarm of fireflies.

Closing her eyes, Yrene let her power seep into his legs like a swarm of white fireflies, finding those damaged pathways and congregating, surrounding the frayed bits that went silent during these exercises, when they should have been lit up like the rest of him. (tod)

Healers' lights are also compared to blooms, and together, they are a field of white flowers.

Blooming lights, along that broken interior. And where they shone... Flesh knitted. Bone smoothed. Light after light after light. [...] Yrene brushed herself along them, waded through them like a field of white flowers, the lights bobbing and swaying in this quiet place of pain. Not lights...but healers. She knew their lights, their essences. (tod)

Her power can also cut through the dark like a weapon, like Hope.

No way to stop Yrene as she plunged into his body, her magic a white swarming light around them, inside them. […] Yrene did not hesitate. She soared through him, down the ladder of his spine, down the corridors of his bones and blood. She was a spear of light, fired straight into the dark, aiming for that hovering shadow that had stretched out once more. That had tried to reclaim him. Yrene slammed into the darkness and screamed. (tod)

Healing magic is repeatedly compared to living things, and we often see Yrene’s raw gift swarm when it attacks the darkness. The term swarm is associated with flying insects, and in particular, honeybees. They swarm protectively when they leave the hive with new life.

“Fire is cleansing. Purifying. But amongst the healing arts, it’s not often used. Too unwieldy. Water is better-tuned to the healing. But then there are raw healing gifts. Like mine.”

“Light,” Chaol said. “It looked like swarming lights, against their darkness.” (tod)

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Elain rose early to accompany Feyre and asked the weaver about the living thread of Hope, especially since this thread resembles the way raw healing magic—living light—behaves in the darkness. We learn that life, in the form of living light, not only pierces the void, but travels through it. Elain is consistently linked to rebirth and the dawn through imagery and her daily routine, rising with the dawn to tend to gardens or help the twins in the kitchen. Dawn is connected to healing magic, and ahappyhermit theorized that Elain may have even healed Cassian’s wounds as Nesta beheaded Hybern in acowar. @silverlinedeyes and @offtorivendell also theorized that Elain might be a Lifesinger, calling to living things around her as she creates. She is often (if not constantly) creating. Whatever happens in canon, it’s clear Elain is the epitome of living light, of Hope:

Beautiful - she'd always been the most beautiful of us. Soft and lovely, like a summer dawn. (acomaf)

She was a rose bloom in a mud field.(acowar)

Even in the middle of winter, she was a bloom of color and sunshine. (acofas)

Her sister's delicate scent of jasmine and honey lingered in the red-stoned hall like a promise of spring, a sparkling river that she followed to the open doors of the chamber. [...] Her sister turned toward her, glowing with health. Elain's smile was as bright as the setting sun beyond the windows. (acosf)

Her brown eyes were bright with tears, but she kept her chin high. (acosf)

Even on the longest night of the year, she glows like the dawn, when light pierces the darkness.

But even the silence weighed too heavily, and though the shadows kept him company, as they always had, as they always would, he found himself leaving the room. Entering the foyer. Soft steps padded from under the stair archway, and there she was. The Fanlights gilded Elain's unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn. She halted, her breath catching in her throat. (Azriel's bonus chapter)

Nesta placed her symbol, a bloom made in the icy darkness of winter, next to the Mother's figurine on the mantle. The Mother who showed Nesta how to use her raw magic to heal. We learn in tod that healers sense Death nearby when they are called upon to heal someone’s wounds or ease their passing (hence the reference to gentle deaths). And as @psychologynerd reminded me, Elain uses her hands to bring joy and beauty to others, even in death.

Elain quietly washed his face. Combed out his hair and beard. Straightened his clothes.

She found flowers—somewhere. She laid them at his head, on his chest.

We stared down at him in silence. “I love you,” Elain whispered, voice breaking.

Nesta said nothing, face unreadable. There were such shadows in her eyes. I had not told her what I’d seen—had let them tell me what they wanted.

Elain breathed, “Should we—say a prayer?”

We did not have such things in the human world, I remembered. My sisters had no prayers to offer him. But in Prythian …

“Mother hold you,” I whispered, reciting words I had not heard since that day Under the Mountain. “May you pass through the gates; may you smell that immortal land of milk and honey.” Flame ignited at my fingertips. All I could muster. All that was left. “Fear no evil. Feel no pain.” My mouth trembled as I breathed, “May you enter eternity.”

Tears slid down Elain’s pallid cheeks as she adjusted an errant flower on our father’s chest, white-petaled and delicate, and then backed away to my side with a nod. (acowar)

I can’t help but wonder where she might’ve found those white flowers on a blood-stained battlefield. Did she actually find them, or did she will them from the soil with her own magic? I love that she does not balk from death and finds a way to nurture life amid bloodshed.

And like a moth to a flame, Azriel—Death incarnate—is repeatedly drawn to Elain, whose light seems to be able to cut through his shadows. A match in power for the darkness.

Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hands still lingering on the hilt of the blade. I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection...that knife. (acowar)

Truth-Teller, a Starborn heirloom, is the bridge between them. It is a bridge of power, where dark and light blend together, creating the harmonious contrast of dawn and dusk. Dark light. @offtorivendell wrote beautifully about how this scene hints at their future, and @psychologynerd suggested it represents an alchemical marriage. I have also wondered what might happen if their powers are joined like their hands in this scene. In one hand, Elain creates joy and life, and in the other hand, Azriel inflicts pain and death. They have also traded roles when called upon, usually in response to the other. This might explain why Azriel’s power also behaves like a dark counterpart to Elain’s, shadows gathering information as her Sight does, twining like her prophetic vine of flowers. They also swarm like the living light of healing when Azriel—or someone he cares about—is threatened.

"Because of the shit with Elain?" Azriel stilled. "What happened to Elain?" Cassian waved a hand. "A fight with Nesta. Don't bring it up," he warned when Azriel's eyes darkened. Cassian blew out a breath. "I take that as a no regarding the meeting topic, then." "It's about what I discovered. Rhys said he requires you both there." "It's bad, then." Cassian surveyed the shadows gathered around Az. "You all right?" His brother nodded. "Fine." But the shadows still swarmed him. Cassian knew it was a lie, but didn't push it. Az would speak when he was ready, and Cassian would have better success convincing a mountain to move than getting Az to open up. (acosf)

Elain had a mere fight with her sister and cold-as-death Azriel nearly lost his shit. His eyes darkened and his shadows swarmed him, promising pain. He wasn’t even there to witness the fight, he just heard about it after the fact. Death clearly has it bad for the lovely fawn. And I fully expect to see her living light bring him to his knees. Like a moth to a flame.

[gravitysthrall]

Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade. I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two.

ACOWAR CH69 Because people keep saying no where in the books does it say 'Death and the Lovely Fawn' this is the full quote.

[cateyesinlove]

I was an elriel before even knowing what elriel was

The Legend of Vox Machina

2x10 The Kill Box

[duskcowboy]

the Seer and the Spymaster

“𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆, 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑨𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕…𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒉𝒆, 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅.”

♡ 🎨 by @/chicca_art on insta ♡

♡ commissioned by me ♡

One of my favorite theories is that Azriel and Elain share a different sort of bond, whether that is as true mates or a carranam bond 🖤 the way that it was Azriel who figured out she was a Seer—the only one who truly listened to her and freed her from the murky realm she was in—makes me confident they share something very special, whatever that may end up being!

[tswaney17]

Another year, another year of coping.

But Elain's here to assuage his pain- just like she does in the books with her gifts for him. 🥰

Thank you to the amazingly talented @/happilyeverafterreads for creating these amazing chibi pieces from an idea that began last year and continues today. You’re my partner in crime for collaborating me with this. 😈💜

Really looking forward to see how many more meds we can go for Az (or maybe not, cause that'd mean ongoing suffering for both Az and us. 🤣) Please head to the IG post and give it some love too!! 🫶

For legal purposes, please take this is as a joke. Afterall, it's (still) April Fools' in some parts of the world.

😘❤️✌🏻

Keep calm and love Elriel, y'all.

[hereforelriel]

Art🎨: art_by_ava.georgia

Whew! 🥵

[lovelyfawnxx]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝔂𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻

🎨 art by termesart

[sadiegirl2021]

"Life and death and rebirth. Sun and moon and dark. Rot and bloom and bones."

{Elain x Koschei}

[tswaney17]

“He needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like.”

The E ring. 😍😍

So excited about this!!! @karomdr-blog and I commissioned this together 🥰 I’m so grateful for you and your friendship, love. 💜

“Hold tight. And don’t make a sound.”

Beautiful artwork done by Sara Parreño

[duskcowboy]

Peace & Quiet ♥️

🎨: @/scribbubbles on insta

[highladyjane]

- Unknown

“The lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and Dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two."

[tswaney17]

This is stunning. 🥹💙🌸🫶

“𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡.” 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝘼𝙯𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡’𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣-𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣��𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣, 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 ~ 𝘈 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘶𝘪𝘯 ~ 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘑 𝘔𝘢𝘢𝘴

This is one of my all time favorites scenes in ACOWAR. So I knew I wanted to commission another art inspired by this scene and all the time they spent out in the sub. I wanted something that showed their love and comfort between the two of them.

@emartsemi is once again the incredible artist that created this beautiful scene. She read my mind and created exactly what I wanted and managed to capture the vibe I was searching to perfection. I loved working with her, her attention to detail and lighting is mesmerizing! So thank you lovely, for helping me bring this to life. 💛

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