#and Elain's quiet confidence in this one thing

[flowerflamestars]

Timeloop au snippet

“I never found mortal men all that interesting to look at,” Elain said, glancing over her shoulder, up at where Eris was busy castigating himself before the fire. “Not even my fiancé.” He managed a small noise of acknowledgement. Not a growl. Certainly not a plea she continue speaking. For the space of several aching breathes there was no sound but the fire cracking, soft music of wind through tree leaves, the consistent, even pull of her steady stitches. “I suppose I would have been a very good chatelaine.” Elain mused, clipping off a thread, tying it tight. “It was all I could have expected.” “What you were raised for.” Out of the corner of his eye, another needle threaded, gleaming gold floss dancing in firelight, nearly lovely as her glowing skin. Elain let out a little huff, rude. “Raised? No, no one was all that keen on raising Nesta and I. Trained, maybe. Taught.” She rose, embroidery hoop in hand, walking right into his space as though there was not still blood on his teeth, dried tacky on his neck. “Will you do the stars? I can never get the middles to smooth.” Bone, the needle was ever so slightly warm from her touch. His stitches were smaller than hers, something to look at rather than the easy, open expression on her heart-shaped face. Baffling. Intoxicating. He wanted to hand the cloth back to her, her to hand it to him, back and forth and simple, something beautiful between them. “You prefer women, then?” “I prefer faeries,” Elain replied, lightening fast.