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rhysan3 · 2 years ago
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every book he came across felt like an empty weight within his hands. the words eventually became jumbled together , having no meaning to him. as time went on he grew frustrated with himself , putting on a smile whenever feyre walked into the room , whenever he talked to nyx , the babe that would kill her. the babe he would lose. his love never faltered , knowing that there had to be some solution out there. and yet his honesty fell on deaf ears , a wall was put up and time ceased to exist. she deserved his honesty and he couldn’t give it to her.
he almost knew exactly where to find her. perhaps he was stalling , looking for the words , an explanation , he could give her for keeping such a secret. they didn’t keep secrets from one another , not anymore. feyre was his mate , his high lady and his wife. they were EQUAL in every way. rhysand felt as if he was protecting her from the heartbreak , protecting nyx like a father should. the look on her face was one engraved in his mind and he’s aware that his presence isn’t wanted. the bond felt heavier now , a weight on his mind as he takes in the sight of her.
all he wants to do is pull her into his arms and apologize , tell her that he knows it’ll all be fine , they’ll get to be a happy family and NEVER live through another war again. but he can’t. no matter how hard his heart tugs to embrace her , he doesn’t. rhysand enters , keeping a slight distance , anticipating her fury , but what hits him instead , hits him harder. his head dips at her words , knowing he deserved them. this truth was meant for them and them only , and he made the mistake of betraying that trust. 〝 feyre , 〞 her name comes out in a whisper , a hushed breath as he finally looks up at her to meet her gaze.
〝 you deserve much more than an apology. and i wish i could give you answers , but i currently don’t have them. it was something i never intend to keep from you. i wanted you to know the truth , i just wanted to find a solution first so you didn’t have to worry. 〞
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acipaer-a · 2 years ago
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never thought he would be free   &   never through he would be     .  .  .     feel alive again .   see the people he loved again .   see his family and people .   velaris .   keeping this place safe ,   the people here safe   :   it was what drove him .   why he refused to bow down completely .   and when feyre called him that day ,   seeing her in that big ridicilous weddning dress   &   she agreed to stay     .  .  .     she became part of the night court .   hid a big secret from her ,   but he never dared to think or hope even ,   that she would accept the bond between them .   figured it out anyways ,   on her own and now     .  .  .     somedays he has to pinch himself to think it is true .   she is here however .   shoulder lean against the doorframe   &   he tried to be silent when approaching ,   just so he could watch her .   knew where to find her .   take in the way she hunch over on chair ,   the concentration upon features as she paint .
❝   feyre darling .   ❞      voice smooth as silk when he finally speak ,   gaze shift from the paints at her side   (   and fond memories that tied to it .   )   before looking up at her ,   wry grin tugging at lips .     ❝   did you think of joining your mate in bed tonight or leave him alone for hours on end   ?   ❞ 
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sanktasolntse · 3 years ago
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tag drop for ida <3
#05. ↣『 rel. ╱ rhysand ┈ heartvalor 』
#05. ↣『 rel. ╱ cassian ┈ blodsheds 』
#05. ↣『 rel. ╱ nikolai ┈ lantsove 』
#05. ↣『 rel. ╱ feyre ┈ highladys 』
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shadowbrn · 2 years ago
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feyre archeron ( @heartvalor​ ) said to cassian  ;  anything for you, sweetheart.
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❝  sweetheart?  ❞  the  pet  name  (  for  lack  of  a  better  word  )  is  parroted  back  to  feyre  almost  immediately.  ❝  i  .  .  .  didn’t  realize  we  were  in  that  phase  of  our  relationship.  ❞  he  paused,  feigning  a  gasp  before  it  quickly  swapped  to  his  typical  playful  grin,   ❝  who’s  going  to  tell  rhys?  i  can’t  break  his  heart  like  this  .  .  .  ❞
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silverflamcs · 2 years ago
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     nesta sat in front of the vanity getting ready to celebrate winter solstice at the riverhouse. there was one thing she wanted to do before she and cassian left their house and she was beginning to think twice. perhaps she shouldn’t tell him now, maybe she could wait a couple of days, weeks, maybe even next month. she shook her head, no, she knew she couldn’t wait that long. too many things could happen in a month, she didn’t even know if she was still able to train as vigorously as she does in her current state. there was immense joy when she found out she was pregnant, she knew cassian would feel the same way, and yet she was nervous about telling him. the only other person who knew was feyre, she had been the one to scent it, and she was just as happy and teary eyed. nesta had her sister mask her scent and promise to not tell anyone until she tells cassian. the deal was sealed with ink splashed across their skins. keeping this secret from emerie and gwyn was just as hard as keeping it from cassian, but she knew her mate deserved to know first. frankly, nesta wasn’t sure if her fellow valkyries would be able to keep such a secret like that in front of cassian and azriel.
     thus she had decided to tell cassian on the winter solstice as a gift and decided it would be better if he knew before they went to her sister’s. that way he could share the news with his brothers, as well as mor and amren. nesta would tell elain. for cassian’s sake, she hopes his friends will be happy for him, she hopes they still don’t think of her as some wretched thing he doesn’t deserve, and she hopes they don’t comment on what kind of mother they think she will be. that is what she is most nervous about when it came to being pregnant, if she will be a good mother or not. she knew she wanted to be the opposite of her mother, but what if it was in her dna, what if she unintentionally a bad mother. the thought was enough to make her nauseous.
     she is a coward. at least that’s what she told herself as she sat way longer in the chair than she needed to. she was stalling. as if to tease her the house made a baby bottle appear on the vanity, nesta merely stared at it. “put that away, what if he comes in here.” the house knew, she doesn’t even know how, it must be some sort of magic she concluded. but it seemed just as excited as feyre had and it was mothering her more than usual. actually she wasn’t sure who was worse, the house or feyre. she had to keep telling feyre not to see her so many times or cassian will grow suspicious. the bottle disappeared and nesta felt a warm phantom touch against her legs, then her arm, as if nagging her to get up. she did only because she knew she could no longer stall before cassian came in here asking what was taking so long.
     her hair was pinned halfway up, the gown she donned tonight was red velvet, a gift from the house. the fact the dress was the same shade of red as her mate’s siphons didn’t go unnoticed. she found cassian waiting in the dining room. despite her nerves, her lips curved into a smile upon seeing him. “sorry it took so long,” she said as a way of greeting before kissing him softly. “i hope you don’t mind waiting longer. there’s something i need to show you before we go.”
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nightsprince · 3 years ago
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@heartvalor​  sent: ❛  you  don’t  have  to  keep  me  company,  i’m  fine  by  myself. ❜    /  rhys
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   ‘     and  leave  you  to  brood  ALONE?  where’s  the  fun  in  that?     ’    
     it  hadn’t  been  hard  to  track  his  father  down.  with  the  crisp  breeze  of  night  air  guiding  him,  velaris  a  shimmering  star  beneath  the  moonlight,  nyx’s  flight  across  the  sidra  led  him  right  to  rhysand.  perched  atop  a  mountain  peak,  discontent  emanating  from  every  inch  of  the  high  lord,  his  scent  had  carried  for  miles.  but  even  so,  fae  power  aside,  the  illyrian  knows  his  father  well;  he’d  never  wallow  at  home,  risking  his  wife  and  son  catching  wind  of  his  anger.  so  he’d  done  exactly  what  nyx  himself  would  do:  fly  for  hours,  clear  his  head,  and  settle  someplace  where  any  cries  of  frustration  were  swallowed  by  shadow,  a  whisper  for  his  ears  alone.  unfortunately  for  him,  however,  his  offspring  is  far  too  nosey  and  stubborn  to  ever  let  him  suffer  in  solitude.  
         settling  beside  the  other,  a  playful  shove  is  given  to  his  shoulder,  wings  tucked  into  his  back.  yet  blue  eyes,  a  vibrant  shade  so  similar  to  feyre’s,  shine  with  concern.  ‘     you  don’t  have  to  shoulder  everything  alone,  you  know.  TALK TO ME;  i  can  help.     ’
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rhysan3 · 2 years ago
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( 〝 cassian said you’ve been moody. why? 〞 )
if only he could have gone back in time and explained everything to her in that moment. but of course , the high lord only began ‘torturing’ his mate with his mouth , attempting to make her lose sense of the question she asked him. 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿. yet it wasn’t until nesta blurted out the truth behind WHY the high lord was being moody.. the truth being feyre would die giving birth to their son. she didn’t have the anatomy of an illyrian and it was then that rhysand cast his mates sister a death glare , blood boiling.
and it was then that he saw the look on feyre’s face. maybe it was a hint of betrayal , he wasn’t aware and when the room went quiet , rhysand realized 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘. he should not have kept it from her.
so , as time went on the high lord distanced himself from his high lady , allowing her time to process the news : lord knows he needed his own sense of space. but it became hard for him to keep himself away. the wards between their bond were shut and he knew they needed to talk about it sooner or later. feyre wasn’t in the house , wasn’t in the town house and it became apparent to him she wouldn’t have gone to the house of wind. taking calculated steps , he found himself leaning against the door to her studio , watching as she painted away. rhysand let out a quiet breath , a warning to her that he was near before he spoke , his voice hoarse and laced with sympathy.
〝 feyre darling , we need to talk. 〞
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acipaer-a · 2 years ago
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never seen a place like this .   what she remembers of the place she was born ,   the moon or sun would be high above   &   warriors would train far bellow the tower she was locked into .   it is all she remembers .   swords hitting against each other .   the shouts of men .   all she ever knew and it is what her new home is aswell .   people that are exiled and banished for various reasons ,   none of them good .   violence is familiar .   standing on the balcony here however and watching the city     .  .  .     hearing children laughing and people talking ,   laughing ,   the music and dancing ,   it feels strange .   hands rest upon railing ,   but head turns as she hears the footsteps approach .   dark gaze ,   almost as dark as the nightsky above watch the other woman .     
❝   your home     .  .  .   ❞      voice is low as she looks back to the city bellow ,   lips press into a thin line .   she had just learned to fly when her wings had been taken from her   &   over the years she had searched .   found the men that did it and after some     .  .  .     persuasion ,   she found out who paid them .   found out who wanted the power only she could grant .   the very king she now was perhaps just a few weeks away from seeing .   and she didn’t have to make the final blow ,   but even the image of him dead     .  .  .     she could simply not wait to coat the ground with his and his army’s blood .     ❝   i see why you would want to protect it from hybern .   ❞
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