(✿◠ᴗ◠) hii babie ! 🌀🫧☁️🍡🌸 thought of you two today ..
HIHIEE FEMI AAGAHSAA OH MY GOSH ? ! ? ‘m BAWLING . the way i screamed n’ started running laps around m’ house — AAAA i think i malfunctioned as soon as i laid eyes on this piece . this ‘s so heartfelt n’ sweet of you omg i can never repay you ! i can’t even begin to express how much i adore this ‘cause i genuinely can’t put it into words , your art style is so beautiful n’ i feel so giddy knowing that you decided to draw me and scaramouche out of everything ? ! ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა ‘m cherishing this so dearly n’ close to my heart . ‘ve been constantly staring at this gift and catch myself smiling . . like when i ws cooking dinner i js couldn’t stop going back to my phone and taking a peek 🥹 i definitely need to add this to my home screen as a widget s’ i can look at it daily — it’ll b my daily boost of serotonin . frm the bottom of my heart . . . THANKU thnku so much . . 🌸🎀 i love this endlessly , and i love ノ u ノ endlessly ! ! !
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Hands clasped perfect- it was perfection or screaming, she just needed to hold on, just needed to keep herself steady, Nesta needed time- Elain stared back. “Why what, Feyre?”
“You,” Feyre wiped her pink nose, even her flush a thing of otherworldly, rosy exquisiteness, “You’re so angry. You won’t- you won’t let anyone help. Won’t- what you said to Rhys, what you did to Mor- we’re all on the same side, Elain.” Feyre made a horrible little noise, threw up her hands, “You wouldn’t even bring Nesta to her bedroom.”
Something in Elain cracked.
Her bedroom.
Feyre had come to their home, to where they’d built all the while a place for her, and refused it. Slept in a cold unmade room, under the eye of some monstrous High Fae Lord, who’d told her she was the one in danger. That Feyre, an Archeron, was not safe on her own blood-sworn estate, the only bit of their birthright that could ever have saved them.
It was all gone now.
Everything was gone, and here Feyre was- perfect, immortal, unhurt, weeping- not asking where the hundreds of humans they were responsible for had landed. If the guards, under her own damned Court, had survived.
No, she wanted to know why Elain would reject the absurd hospitality they’d been shown. Three damned rooms, in three different gods-damned wings.
It might as well had been audible. Elain felt like the furrow should have been visible, hot blood streaming from her chest. Not blood- not simple heat- fire, alive, incandescent. Red ruddy blooming gold behind her eyes, a thousand withering blossoms overtaken into something beautiful too.
It was not unlike holding, wearing that crown- it was a rupturing, utter magic, to just feel what she’d been feeling and let it out.
“Nesta,” Elain kept her motion slow, precise, standing to back toward Lucien, away, safe, in control, “Told you exactly what would happen. I told you. We are not on the same side, Feyre. Do you understand?”
“Hybern,” Feyre’s voice pitched, half a shout, “Will kill us all. We need to stand united. Rhys”-
“Rhysand,” Lucien interrupted, all a forest shadow, suddenly both so dark and so bright he was impossibly to look away from.“Is not our High Lord.”
“He saved my life.”
“What part,” Fae and then some, a hiss of temper, Lucien right at the end of his rope, firelight seething off his skin with no clear source, air stinging with something harsher than smoke, “Of saving you, were the drugs, Feyre? Did he save you, by having you stripped bare before crowds? What does it cost you, to be the face of a war he cannot win? Has he not humiliated you enough?”
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