#The Lucien Project

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Find the Word Tag

I was tagged last week-ish by @charlesjosephwrites ❤️ thank you so much for the tag! My words are blue, through, true, and clue. I was able to find these in my current WIP, The Lucien Project.

blue

Child L had his blood drawn last, his name being last in the alphabet. He laid down, but did not close his eyes or tense up like the others had before him. He turned his head to the side as the phlebotomist wrapped rubber around his arm to help find his veins. He noticed that the person drawing his blood was a woman this time, a woman with dark blue eyes. He stared at her eyes, fixated on them, wondering if staring at her would somehow ease the pain of the needle about to be thrust inside him. She readied her instrument just a hair above his skin, and looked into his eyes to warn him. She paused for a moment, thinking for a split-second that she was staring down into the eyes of a sobbing child. She blinked, and saw that Child L lay there placid and dry-eyed, looking up at her with not so much as a glisten in his eyes. She plunged the needle into his skin and his eyes closed, but he did not flex his muscles involuntarily as the others had. He sat up slowly, before Dr. Navarro could come and assist him, and walked, clumsily, back to his place in line, staring at his shoes as he went.

through

Lucien could certainly hear people talking, now. It was a busy day in the cafeteria, and almost every table was taken up with chatty adults. He tried to focus on his breathing as they walked through the line, waiting for Sunny to get him some oatmeal. Soon, it was too much to bear, and he did the one thing he thought he could do to help - he pushed his hands into his ears. But that was somehow worse, and he pulled his hands away from his head quickly after feeling a sharp pain. He must have made some sort of noise, because all the nearby Scientists had stopped what they were doing to look at him. He looked for the right eyes, Sunny’s eyes, and showed a picture of the blood draw needle, before pointing at his ears. Sunny shook his head and shrugged, apparently not really understanding. After they had shuffled forward in the line a few feet further, Lucien tugged on Sunny’s coattails to try again.  This time, Lucien cocked his head sideways, so that one of his ears was perpendicular to the floor. He pointed at Sunny, and then at his ears. Please, Sunny. Look at my ears. They hurt. Tell me why they hurt.

true

The contract disclosed that the children are being examined for traces or changes which may have been caused by their fetal supplementation, and this was mostly true. She was looking for some sort of Condition similar to Lucien’s, some other sort of presentation of her previous experimentation. Dr. Stroud’s other goal, however, was trying to see if the other children could make some sort of change in Lucien, to see if the other children could help her doctors better understand the telepathic boy. Though Dr. Stroud was hard on her subordinate Dr. Navarro, she did have to acknowledge that the boy seemed to be lonely. Maybe something so little as seeing the others could spark some growth in him, or, hopefully, their understanding of him?

clue

He decided, for the first time in a long time, to send a series of images instead of just one. He started with the picture of the old Scientist, and then another, zoomed in on her face, followed by another, zoomed in on the wrinkles around her eyes. He let his thoughts linger on the last image, before blinking the thought away and looking at Leader expectantly.  This seemed to work well enough, it seemed. Leader did not shake her head in disappointment this time. So, he did the same thing after making connections with the other Scientists, shifting between the images slowly and carefully, giving them time to figure out his clues. They, too, jotted down swirling characters on the papers in front of them, before passing the sheets back and forth between the Scientists. They all seemed satisfied. Leader reached in front of Lucien, and flipped the monitor off.

Again, thanks so much for the tag! No pressure tags for @dyrewrites, @winglesswriter, @ettawritesnstudies and anyone else who wants to play! Your words are: orange, outside, lie, and lose.

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“Sound” is a major concept (and antagonist) in The Lucien Project, so I had quite a few options to choose from here. In the end, I chose an excerpt that explores a feeling I think a lot of people felt when they were punished unfairly in their childhood.

Lucien watched the man for a few minutes but quickly grew bored. He was apparently supposed to stay put, and the Scientist was going to be watching him for a while. He didn’t like that. He didn’t want to be watched all day by someone so scary. He didn’t want to be attached to machines in every way imaginable anymore. He was cold, he was hungry and confused, his head was hurting, and he was much too young to understand why any of this should be happening to him. Wasn’t he a good little boy? Tears returned to the edges of his cheeks again, but he was much too afraid to make any sound to go along with them. He sobbed quietly in the stiff hospital bed for a while, and then drifted back to sleep.

Daily Sip 9/2

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[yaralulu]

lowkey think it’s gonna be such an experience for nesta to watch Elain and Lucien get together bc Lucien’s just so… normal? like her sister’s mated to a lunatic who hates her guts and she’s mated to an asshole who doesn’t even like her all that much and then there’s Lucien. He’s not weird or creepy or a liar. He doesn’t tell Elain everyone hates her or force her to do things she doesn’t want to do or tell he feels shackled to her. He’s respectful and chivalrous and literally worships the ground Elain walks on. He’s probably fighting the urge to say I love you on the first date because he’s so smitten. He’s just so normal. Good. He almost makes the whole mates thing seem like the gift it’s supposed to be.

[lordofthetwistedflies]

☆☆Assorted Yuurivoice Headcanons!!!☆☆

Seth is lactose intolerant

Alphonse listens to Ayesha Erotica (Emo Boy is his whole vibe)

Charlie gets anxious over the phone

Lucien eats raw meat (like,,, white meat too. It's a problem)

Faust has trypophobia and makes it everyone's issue

Auron is not licensed to carry, and owns guns anyway because he's rich and therefore above the law.

Finn went to a private school until high school

Seth didn't go to college, but if he did it would have been for engineering.

Faust listens to true crime podcasts unironically

Alphonse doesn't drink anymore.

Finn has separation anxiety (but is also generally worried about bothering people so he just implodes)

Seth is hemophilic

[thelonelywhale]

My Mighty Nein character designs are finally finished! These were a ton of fun to work on, and I’m really pleased with where my style ended up.

Check out all their lineart outfit alts under the cut! (pls I worked so hard on them)

Beauregard

Yasha

Lucien-Molly-Kingsley

Nott-Veth

Essek

Caleb

Jester

Caduceus

Fjord

[crazy-ache]

Dear Lucien, Dear Elain: An Epistolary Fic (Chapters 12 & 13 - FINAL Update)

Title: Dear Lucien, Dear Elain: An Epistolary Fic (Chapter XII & XIII - Now Complete) Rating: M Summary:

“Perhaps you can speak them to me, if you so wish. I apologize if that is too forward, but I yearn to know you beyond simple pleasantries.

Yours truly,

Lucien

P.S. My lady, your secrets are always safe with me.”

Epistolary (adj., of a literary work) in the form of letters. After the winter solstice in ACOSF, Elain and Lucien exchange letters as a means to get to know each other away from prying eyes. This fic is a collection of those letters.

Author’s Note: This is the FINAL installment update for our collab (me + @zenkindoflove )! Please note this is TWO chapter updates, and it is also our last, final update. 😭 We just want to say THANK YOU to everyone who has followed along and supported us! You can also find out who was writing for who....

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Previously On DLDE....

Another development has occurred. Nesta and Cassian are mates, not that that has come to any surprise to us. They have decided to have an official mating ceremony, and it’s happening quickly. A little over two weeks from now. You should be receiving an invitation if it hasn’t already arrived. Do you think that Spring will be in enough order for you to come even if it’s just for a day? I am in need of a date. 

Tag List: @shardminds , @works-of-heart , @the-darkestminds , @emmers-bens123 , @lmadness , @sweetnslyth , @rarephloxes , @fox-in-flowers , @lectoradefics , @goldenmagnolias , @addicted-to-nothing , @popjunkie42 , @bakananya , @scrawlandspirits , @animezinglife , @fuckyeselucien , @lucienarcheron , @mr-agent-mulder , @teddyhoneybear , @goghwilde , @starsreminisce , @bibliophiliaxvignette , @dreamingthroughthenoise , @olenvasynyt , @acourtofthought , @lplusl , @shadybirdwombat , @wormees , @yaralulu , @my-inner-crisis , @julesofvolterra , @fieldofdaisiies

[good-beans]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: In a new post, show your latest line (artwork or written), and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)!

Thanks @thepatchycat for the tag! I'm currently tackling a gigantic choice-story fic project so have a quick choice result😅

The fire extinguisher’s weight is a reassuring one. You can relax having some control over the chaos that surely awaits.

Tagging people who I know are working on things rn but I feel bad choosing so PLEASE jump in if you want to share -- I'd love to see! :D @fayesdiary @rainbowghostcat @kyanako5972 @luce-speaks @lostxmelody @justzosiahere @yaraneechan @igotbones

[achaotichuman]

Stupid little headcanon,

Lucien chugs tea like it's gonna solve all his problems.

Sitting at the table, clutching his wonky homemade cup he made at one pottery class several years ago for dear life, while he stares into nothing like

[bonecarversbestie]

The Scenic Route - Elain x Lucien

Prologue - Hybern

"Hello there, Trembling Fawn. Hello, Sunshine and Bloom and Life."

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Summary: Elain grows discontent with her role in the Night Court as she grapples with grief for her human life and powers that she does not fully understand. One evening she accidentally winnows to Lucien's doorstep and he agrees to take her back to Velaris via the scenic route(aka on horseback).

This is a fairly slow burn with lots of fluff (canon compliant)

Status: Multi-chapter - WIP ~50k words (this fic is fully drafted and chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays :)

Prologue: Hybern <700 words

Rating: M

Relationships: Elain Archeron x Lucien Vanserra

If you would like to be added to the tag list let me know!

taglist: @the-darkestminds, @crazy-ache, @zenkindoflove

[the-lonelybarricade]

Currently thinking about Lucien using his magic to make Elain her mating band ring. Heating and bending the metal with his hands, studying and dedicating himself to the craft so that he can make it perfect for her

[sketchyorsomething]

Acotar headcanon:

Tamlin likes every animal and will speak in baby voice to every animal he encounters. A duck at a lake? Excuse you that's clearly a little little duckie duck duck naww such a cute little thing. A grown wolf stalking through the forest? You rather mean a good boy cuddly little wauwau do you want me to pet you? Of course you do, you little wuffi

Lucien, however, is wary of animals ever since he once sat at a lake, watching the fish and the one fish suddenly became Tamlin shifting back in his Fae form after swimming a little as a fish.

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Trick or Treat? 🦇

Thank you for the ask (and sorry that I am technically late in responding)! For my first treat, under the cut, is the original short story I wrote in high school 10+ years ago, when I first had the idea for the Lucien Project at age 14.

A Lone Shadow

There I stood, in the middle of the taunts. I had crawled backwards on my elbows and felt the cool of the school's walls pinching my back. I looked past the crowd for a moment, at the trees, at the kids playing on the park. They all had no idea, nor the care, to realize me with my back against the wall, my arms shaking in terror. I looked over to the bench where I had sat only minutes ago, where my sketchbook lay open over the edge. Alone, there it sat, watching this occur from afar, not once making a move to help me. All round me, boys and girls screamed. Their voices echoes strangely in my head. "Talk, you idiot!" "C'mon, Smartiiiiieeeeeee say something!" "Anybody home, retard?" "Oh look, the FreakShow is scared! Oh no!"

My eyes darted quickly around as I desperately tried to make eye contact with somebody, anybody. My forehead seared with pain, my flesh turning hot, my palms wet with sweat. They didn't understand that just by saying something, they successfully sent me further and further away from what they wanted. Their words agonized me, and I soon became too afraid of words to ever want to speak. Eventually, my jittering eyes met up with another pair. They belonged to the leader of my assailants.

His eyes shined black with hate. The words bouncing around recklessly inside my head successfully caused my thoughts to turn muddled, thinking became arduous, and it took all I had to remember my past, to remember the Scientists. I looked into the boys' eyes, and I thought of the time the one closest to me had brought a knife to my neck, remembering the fear that petrified me then. I looked into those dark eyes, and I saw my past reflect in the black pupils.

The words began to fade, as the memory rung clear in my head, sending images through to the other boy. That's how I tried to tell him that I didn't deserve the torture his person intently gave me. The image displayed as clearly as if I had almost died as a murder victim days ago. In front of me stood one of the Scientists, the one who favored me the most. His eyes appeared withered with sadness, as he ambled slowly towards my three-year-old figure. "I didn't want to do this, Lucien." To me, the words meant nothing. My younger self cocked his head slowly to one side, eyes furrowing with confusion. "You just didn't work." I saw his shadow move first, quick towards my petite frame. My mouth opened, and I stared right into the Scientist's eyes. I could feel a blade, cold and hard, poking dangerously at my exposed neck. In that moment, right before I almost died, I gazed into his eyes. Pure fear. I sent him images of the things that scared me most, showed him that I still longed for breath in my lungs. The Scientist took a step back, dropping the blade suddenly. It clanged loudly against the hardwood floor, and relief washed over my young body.

I looked up into this ruffian's eyes with the same fear, remembering the time I had saved my own life with pictures. He paused and scowled before continuing to ridicule me. I closed my eyes tight, tears poking out warily at the corners. I couldn't cry; that would just motivate them to do more. I wanted to scream, to find a way to end this agony, buy I knew I couldn't make a sound. no matter how hard I had tried before, I couldn't say a thing.

My eyes snapped open, greedily taking in what sunlight I could. I couldn't take in anymore; the words began to make me feel woozy. My head swooned left and right, trying to find another person to make eye contact with. I did my best to block out the words, building a brick wall in my mind to block out all the unwelcome sounds. It didn't work, and words crashed down my defense as soon as I built it. I started to hyperventilate, my breaths quick and shallow. I started slipping away, feeling my lungs shiver in an attempt to gather air. I held my breath for a long moment, closing my eyes, thinking only about how to get out of this mess. I breathed out slowly, preparing myself for more provocation, and peeked out one emerald eye.

As soon as my eye came unhinged, my eyes met with another boy, his eyes embracing the pupils with deep shades of chocolate and coffee. He usually kept to himself, and there was fear showing clear in his hazelnut irises. He didn't want to do this - I could see it - but he had cracked under peer pressure. "Louder, Christian, louder!" people called to him, and he screamed more and more words at my crumpled figure. "I hate ya, for everyting ya are, and everyting ya aren't. If ya could speak, maybe you could fight back, maybe change me mind, maybe make me like you. That's ain't gonna happen, is it, boy? It is, r'tard? No, because yer too good for words, aren't you. That's a shame, 'cause this ain't gonna end 'til you saaaayyy someeetiiiinnggg." I cringed even further at the sound of his wavering voice and the anger hidden obscurely behind his accent. My stomach gurgled and churned as I opened my mouth to try and croak out a word, but nothing came out. I coughed, and felt blood hot in the back of my throat. I looked up at this boy, and I willed some memory to come out of the dark recesses of my brain, of one occassion where I spent all day drawing with the Scientists.

My mind slipped greedily away from my sore, broken body as I became completely immersed in another memory. He stood - the gangliest of my caretakers - right before me, from the past. He showed teeth and lips curling welcomingly upwards. I showed my teeth weakly in response, and held up my drawing. This one showed a depiction of a dolphin, looking as though it rode fearlessly on the setting sun. In that way, I greeted people. I didn't wave like the Scientists did, I showed them the drawing of the dolphin reaching its fins out to meet the sun in a warm embrace. The Scientist raised a hand in response, placing a straightened palm against his forehead in a salute. I turned my head to the side, looking up at his eyes. I sent him images of what I had done that day. His eyes glowed, and I knew he felt proud of me. Or proud for me. I would never know for sure which. I couldn't think when words threatened to send me into a blackout.

I broke out of the memory from my sudden thoughts about pride, and looked up into this bully's eyes with the same half awake gaze as I usually received when I attempted to form connections. I knew he saw my memory, all that I had sent his way. His black pupils thinned and became small balls inside the cocoa of his eyes. He stood and looked at me, with a look of worry, and a twinge of grief towards me. He whispered something that nobody else could hear, and began to turn away. I sighed in relief, glad I had cut down the numbers by one. My mind already thought clearer, one less word bobbing around in my head.

The leader noticed the slight change in my mood. He scanned the crowd, a frown melting his face down. My body immediately stiffened with dread as he called out to the boy I had convinced to leave. "Hey, Religious! Wanna be on the ground with him?"

I looked sadly over at the second boy. He turned, and looked back into my eyes, and tried to come up with something I could understand. He tried to apologize with his expressions, and I understood. Let the little things go, I tried to say. "Stupit mute! Get off te ground and take it like a man!" he screamed. I could hear his voice waver over the clamor of the other voices, but it slowly rose and strengthened.

I coughed into my hand, splattering it bright red. Trying to talk had forced a reaction out of me. Scarlet drops instilled cowardice in my heart. I wiped my fingers in the gravel, mixing cruor and mud. I closed my eyes, and acted as though I felt calm, as thought I was at peace, as though I could easily fall asleep. I brought my grimy hands to my ears and pressed them hard against my head. I tried to block out the voices, trying to hide all the pain I perceived. Not working. It only inspired my assaulters to provoke me louder and nastier. "Maybe if you give me a word or two, I'll give you it all," a tall girl cried. "Maybe I'll take your virginity. Every boy wants that. All I ask is one simple, fucking word. Give it to me, and I'll give it to you."

I turned my head in another direction in an attempt to have the words fall from my aching ears. More people taunted after her, with more promises, if only I would say something. I opened my mouth, and tried desperately to form the word 'stop', but I only made things worse for myself. My chest throbbed with another hysterical fit of coughing, as more and more blood sprayed from the back of my throat. I shook my head furiously, trying to hide my discomfort. I needed to prove to the world that I wasn't a freak, so I could go back home to the safety of the Scientists.

My eyes, dotted with black, scanned one last time for a person. There, in the back, I saw her. She stood motionless, saying the least hellish things. Her eyes, a deep ultramarine, seemed like the epitome of beauty. I tried to shake away thoughts of her as I forced myself to remember the Scientists. I racked my brain, thinking of something to make her grasp at the reason I couldn't vocalize the way everybody desired me to. I tried thinking of the first time I had had a connection, tried thinking of a drawing, tried to think of anything, but I couldn't. As I stared into her crystalline eyes, I forgot everything.

Instead of looking devotedly into my past as I tried to do, all of my thoughts geared towards the undying image of her. This girl, and everything about her, stood out in my brain. The jabs that had echoed so loudly before became quiet, muffled, slow. I looked at this girl, the fear in her eyes casting turquoise flecks across the darker sapphire background. From her eyes, I looked slowly down, at her dark freckles across her button shaped nose. Down farther, her lips sustained a color pink as a watermelon, and teeth underneath glinting a bright white. Lower, a chin, sharp but soft, protruded at the bottom of her cranium. Her shirt, a blue that matched the share of her luminous eyes, had a bright sweater jacket buttoned once in the middle around it. She wore jean shorts, with long, stringy frayed ends underneath her jacket and shirt. I couldn't think about the Scientists when I brought my eyes back up to hers. The clear image I had of her in my head overruled my other thoughts, as the voices of the antagonists came back into my head suddenly.

I fell on my back in pain from the words echoing menacingly in my head. I began to cough uncontrollably again. I closed my eyes tight, sure that she hadn't understood that I needed help. I heard the sound of her yelling, and winced. Instead of people clapping and cheering her on, the group fell silent, all save for her smooth, intense voice. "Just get away from him!" I opened my eyes, and looked around myself with wonder. I looked keenly over to the girl, to see what she had done to get them all to take a break. She had a phone out, and the numbers 911 visibly blinking on the small, dim screen. "I said get away from him."

The group dispersed, some running, some walking deliberately slow. The leader looked at me one more time, spitting down on my crumpled figure. I sighed, and finally let my body fully relax. Once everybody had gone, the girl came and knelt tensely next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, you okay?" she asked. I flinched at the sound of more words, and she pulled her hand quickly away. I looked up at her, and stared into her blue eyes once again. Sunspots hung unwelcome in my vision, an overflow from the pain that I still felt, but I could think clearly again. I gazed into those eyes of blue, and I thought of a lion. I thanked her for her bravery.

She smiled weakly, before grabbing out a notebook and pen. She wrote something down, some letters. The letters she wrote looked as if she wrote without ever taking her hand off the page. Aurelia, it said. She showed it to me, and pointed at herself. I nodded my head, and smiled weakly at her, giving her all the energy I could. I hoped she knew my name, because I couldn't tell her myself that people call me Lucien. I still had trouble remembering that I had a name. I looked up from the paper to her eyes, now covered by some thin chocolate locks. I smiled at her, an other thank-you in my gaze. As I stared up at her, colors started to fade. Everything suddenly turned black, leaving a lonely shadow of her face stuck behind my eyelids.

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Introducing: Gray

Lucien woke up groggily to a cold feeling on the inside of his ear, and he shot upright in his bed. He calmed down immediately when he found that it was just Sunny, holding a rag. He sent his greeting to Sunny, who smiled. The Scientist then held his hands up, showing Lucien a wet towel. Then, the man pointed at his ear, and then to Lucien’s. Lucien’s nodded his head before turning his head to the other side. He understood. Sunny was cleaning his ears. 

After a couple of minutes, Sunny apparently finished and opened Lucien’s bedroom door. Then, Frames came in, and he looked very upset. He didn’t say anything, though. He just took a seat in the chair Sunny had just left empty, and looked pointedly out the window at the far end of the wall. The two sat like that in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes more, before there was a knocking at his open door. Lucien expected to find Sunny in the doorway, thinking the man had forgotten something. It was someone different. 

Gray. He used to see Gray all of the time. Then, that one terrible day over a year ago, she had abandoned him with Frames. He’d seen her a few times since then, but it wasn’t very often. He usually only saw her when he was sick. And even then, he had to go to a special room far away on the other end of the building. This was the first time she had come to him. 

Lucien jumped up and down in his sitting position on the side of his bed. He begged his eyes to meet his. Gray, dolphin, gray, dolphin, gray dolphin. She smiled as she walked into the room, and waved her hands to say, “dolphin, Lucien,” back. 

“Jesus, Liv, you scared the living shit out of me, you know that?” Frames said suddenly, jumping back in his seat. “Haven’t you ever learned to knock?”

Lucien shrank back against the wall closest to him, pulling his knees against his chest. Frames was being noisy, but his words seemed more warbled than before. It almost made him dizzy already - he thought it took longer before the words hit his body like that. 

Gray took a few steps away from Lucien’s bed before speaking gently back to Frames. “I did knock, but you must not have heard,” she responded, her voice barely above a whisper. Lucien could hardly tell words were coming out of her mouth at all. 

Frames got up grumpily, clasping his hands to his knees as he stood in exasperation. He went over to where Gray was standing, and the two of them hissed whispers back and forth at each other, sometimes glancing over at Lucien quickly out of the corner of their eyes. Eventually, Gray must have won, as Frames left the room, head shaking. Then, she came over to Lucien. 

She pulled a tool out of one of her pockets, and presented it to Lucien. He nodded his head. He’d seen that one before. She was going to do an ear test. He turned his head to the side, and then to the other, letting her use the illuminated end to look inside. Then, she pulled away, and presented it to him again. This time, before putting it into his ear, she held her hand in a fist next to her ear, before opening and closing it rapidly. Lucien raised his hand in response - she was making sure that he remembered, for the next part, to raise his hand when he heard a tone from the instrument. 

Lucien turned his head to the side and let her start the test. He heard a beep, and raised his hand. She kept the instrument in his ear for a few moments more before putting it in his other ear. Lucien tried to focus on any incoming sound, but wondered why she had only sent one beep tone before switching. But then, he didn’t hear any beeps before she pulled away the second time. Gray lips turned down, the wrong direction, the way her lips never seemed to look. He tried to catch her eyes, but Gray quickly hurried out of the room, and was replaced by Frames, who had a dinner tray in his hands. Without a word, he put the tray on Lucien’s bed, and left, locking the door behind him and leaving the child to worry.

Spooky Sip 10/28

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[starsreminisce]

“We have everything we need,” I admitted to Elain. “Buying presents feels excessive.” “It’s their tradition, though,” Elain countered, her face still flushed with the cold. “One that they fought and died to protect in the war. Perhaps that’s the better way to think of it, rather than feeling guilty. To remember that this day means something to them. All of them, regardless of who has more, who has less, and in celebrating the traditions, even through the presents, we honor those who fought for its very existence, for the peace this city now has.”

“You brought presents,” I said uselessly, nodding toward the small stack he’d set by the window. “It’s Solstice tradition here, isn’t it?”

I love how both Lucien and Elain understand the importance of Solstice to the Night Court, even though they are outsiders and relatively new to the court.

I also believe that Elain's reasoning is a plausible explanation for why Lucien specifically gives a present to Feyre and Elain. Lucien recognizes how hard Feyre fought for Prythian twice—first as a human and then after she was Made. Additionally, in some way, he may be honoring Elain's role in Hybern's demise. This further demonstrates how the bond links them; Elain values gift-giving, and because she does, Lucien presents her with gifts.

Another notable aspect is that Lucien doesn't expect anything in return from them. He hasn't complained or commented about not receiving anything for two years, emphasizing the selflessness of his gestures.

[areyoudreaminof]

ACOTAR PLAYLIST PROJECT

The ACOTAR Playlist Project is now complete! Thank you for listening! I had a wonderful time making these, and I hope you all discovered new music in the process. I'd love to know which was your favorite! Stay tuned for more playlists in other fandoms.

A Quiet Dreamer: An Elain Archeron Playlist

Master of Herself: A Nesta Archeron Playlist

Stars Eternal: A Feyre Archeron Playlist

Moon on a String: A Lucien Vanserra Playlist

Night Triumphant: A Rhysand Playlist

No Regrets in this Life: A Cassian Playlist

To Hell With a Reputation: A Mor Playlist

Whisper of Darkness: An Azriel Playlist

A Dreamer With No Stars: An Eris Vanserra Playlist

The Rock Against the Surf: A Gwyn Berdara Playlist

Nothing Can Break Me: An Emerie Playlist

Leave Out a Cup For Me: An Amren Playlist

Golden Hour: An Elucien Playlist

and we kissed as though nothing could fall: A Helion x LoA Playlist

Dreams That Answer: A Feysand Week Playlist

This Life and the Next: A Nessian Playlist

Every Second Counts: An Emorie Playlist

Storm Song: A Gwynriel Playlist

King Under Your Control: An Azris Playlist

[hat-guy-official]

Got the books. Did some study while “slacking off”. I do have a hangover though, so I’m going back to bed.

I’m thinking you deal with the info—since clearly you got it, and I’ll do the creative stuff. If you need anything just lmk - @lucienaskblog

We’re going to have to meet up to work on it at some point. Dividing it up doesn’t solve that issue.

You could stand to learn some of the language, too.