#enternecers / feyre .

[acipaer-a]

starter call     ╱     @enternecers​

thought she would have more time putting the place together   &   exit before anyone would come inside .   the cabin the high lord has in windhaven ,   it takes care of itself ,   mostly ,   but there are things wards and spells can’t take care of .   and she hears door open and feet shuffling and she stands fast   (   judge it to be a bit too fast because she feels a bit dizzy when turning around to greet whoever it is .   )   and when eyes focus on her face   :   there is a bow of her head ,   fingers nervously playing with the hem of her dress .

❝   high lady .   ❞      voice raspy after lack of use ,   kept low for the very same reason .   eyes keep on the floor between them ,   brows tug into a small frown .     ❝   i am almost done ,   but i can come back later if you wish .   ❞

[acipaer-a]

you really don’t have to do that, not for me .     ╱     @enternecers​

once upon a time ,   she would have pushed her off the very cliff they stand on   &   never looked back .   as a person ,   she was cold .   detached from her feelings .   detached from anything and everyone .   she was raised in one room .   locked away as a shameful proof of her mothers afair .   never knew the woman   (   knew only the high lord had killed her ,   not long after she was born .   )   picked up on some of the whispers of the maids and servants outside her door .   but it didn’t matter .   not really .   she had a different life after .   years with amren ,   where both had tried to kill each other .   coated in the others blood ,   but both refused to die .   they were both still here .   now ,   more in a friendly matter .   not quite friends .   not quite enemies .   and after the war against hybern ,   the people of the fray was less     .  .  .     hostile .   and she got her wings back .   the spell that kept her from them died the moment the king’s head fell to the ground .   big and heavy ,   they were on her back .   muscles ache   &   it sometimes throw her off balance .   dark gaze shift across the forest ,   the silence of it all ,   before she looks over to feyre .   the high lady .        

❝   i learned how to fly just here .   ❞      hint of a smile tug at lips and she looks down the cliff ,   down ,   down ,   down    :   the ground bathed in shadows where the sun could not reach .   not sure how many times she had crashed down there .   but it felt better to be around someone who was learning to use wings aswell ,   rather than ask someone that knew .   not sure her pride could survive it .     ❝   perhaps i am doing this more for me than you .   ❞      voice is low as wings shift behind her ,   wishing the other didn’t hear the confession .     ❝   i struggled mostly with simply     .  .  .     letting myself fall .   trust my wings to catch me .   ❞