#heartvalor / feyre .
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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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#heartvalor#ch . feyre archeron#❪ ⁰⁰³ ❫ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 - 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 : a high lord .#hopefully we can thread this correctly now!
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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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tag drop for ida <3
#05. ↣『 rel. ╱ rhysand ┈ heartvalor 』
#05. ↣『 rel. ╱ cassian ┈ blodsheds 』
#05. ↣『 rel. ╱ nikolai ┈ lantsove 』
#05. ↣『 rel. ╱ feyre ┈ highladys 』
#05. ↣『 rel. ╱ rhysand ┈ heartvalor 』#05. ↣『 rel. ╱ cassian ┈ blodsheds 』#05. ↣『 rel. ╱ nikolai ┈ lantsove 』#05. ↣『 rel. ╱ feyre ┈ highladys 』
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feyre archeron ( @heartvalor ) said to cassian ; anything for you, sweetheart.
❝ 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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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.”
#i'm sorry this is long I'M SO EXCITED#☾ ‘ how the winds moan her name. can you hear it too? nesta. nesta. nesta. ‘ ( thread )#heartvalor
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@heartvalor sent: ❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ / rhys
‘ 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. ’
#heartvalor#he really said alone time?? try again#ur fault for having a stubborn shit for a son rhys
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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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#heartvalor#❪ ⁰⁰³ ❫ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 - 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 : a high lord .#I need to learn to write softness#but I’ve imagined this scene so many times in my head#the talk pls!
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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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