#silverflamcs

[ofwildfire]

@silverflamcs said: “you didn't have to stand up for me, and yet you did.”

it was an old sentiment for aelin by now — she was always shocking people with her empathy, with her regard for others... as if her time spent as an assassin had fundamentally made her incapable. truthfully, maybe it should have. surely the judgement was reasonable; after all, what regard could she possibly have for human life if she was so quick to take it? maybe once upon a time, she would have argued that she understood better than most just how precious life was because of that moment in her personal history... but she didn't have it in her anymore to argue for understanding. she didn't feel the need to; she wasn't that girl anymore. she was queen of her own land, one of the many saviors of her world. and she had done all of it, every accomplishment, based off of her own kindness. if that didn't speak for itself by now, it never would.

and it seemed, to aelin, this woman was thinking less about aelin's generosity and more about her own perceived lack of worth. "i don't like watching people abuse their power and authority. it's kind of a thing with me," she responded finally, forcing herself to act blasé, looking at nesta with a gently probing stare. "that's... your brother in law?" there was clear judgement dripping from her tone as she watched the space where the dark haired man disappeared through the doorway.

[toapaixonar]

“ it doesn’t always have to be you, you know? your shoulders aren’t the only ones that can bear the weight of the world. ” for feyre!!

did she know that? feyre stopped for a second, eyes glistening with sadness and anger as she remembered another time. she remembered starving, going alone to hunt & most of all she remembered the day it felt like she was only one who was willing to bear the weight of the world. perhaps she was not the only one who could do it, but her shoulders still carried scars from being the only one who actually did it. was that not the reason they were all here to begin with? feyre had been hunting when she killed a fairy and now they were all changed. so did she know it did not always have to be her? she certainly did not. not even sharing the weight with rhys had come to her easily, her mate the person she trusted most in the world. but there were still seeds of resentment towards her oldest sister that she did not know existed.

it made her feel selfish, for she loved nesta more than words. but some things were easier to forgive and forget than others. letting out a sigh, feyre licked her lips. ❝  well, i know that now,  ❞ she whispered, gaze seeking her sister's. the message was clear: no, feyre did not know that, she had never felt like that. but perhaps some bonds could not just be fixed - some things had to be completely destroyed to be built up again. ❝  but perhaps we can... share it? it's awfully heavy to carry it all alone.  ❞

[deathsconsort]

˚ ☾⭒ wrapped in black eternity, nesta and the cauldron twined, burning through the darkness like a newborn star. ˚ ☾⭒

highly selective & private nesta archeron from a court of thorns and roses series. headcanon & book based, as well as heavily based on faerie lore. with influences from hecate & norse mythology. triggering & dark topics will be present. loved by bri, she/her, 30. est. 2017

affiliated with @unholi ( azriel )

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[spiedshadows]

        ❝  WHAT  BOOK  ARE  YOU  INDULGING  IN  NOW?  ❞    Dare  he  say,  the  Illyrian  warrior  knew  of  her  preferences  in  literature  by  now  to  question  what  she  may  be  reading.  Except,  Nesta  was  at  times  spontaneous;  Azriel  prided  in  his  ability  to  pick  up  on  a  fae's  predictable  pattern,  sensing  what  others  could  not  —  she  wasn't  like  other  fae,  though.  Made  by  the  Cauldron,  a  newer  form  of  fae.    ❝  Historical,  or  something  more...  lewd?  ❞

♱ 𑂂    a  starter  for  NESTA  ARCHERON  ( @silverflamcs )

[illyrianbastxrd]

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it appeared nesta had pulled something in her back during training this afternoon. the spot in between her shoulder blades was tender and impossible to reach and massage herself. it wasn’t just her back that ached, but her legs as well. they had added a new training routine into their circuit today and brutal wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what it was like. she was reminded of her earlier days here at the house of wind, when she was so out of shape the bare minimum of exercises would make her on the borderline of being unable to walk.

    when it was only her and cassian left in the ring she had nearly collapsed to the ground and practically begged him to massage her. she layed on her stomach with her head resting on her arms that were folded in front of her. her eyes were closed as she waited for cassian, she could feel him near her and was anticipating the feel of his strong hands on her. however, she was not anticipating the kiss right in the sore spot of her back. though, it was greatly appreciated.

    nesta’s eyes fluttered open. slowly she turns her head slightly to look behind her at him with a teasing grin. “i thought you had a rule about things such as kissing in the ring, general.”

      BY: @silverflamcs

CASSIAN WATCHED AS he put away the weapons they’d been using this session, everyone else having left already. THANKFULLY, because cassian’s eyes were glued to the other for the last thirty to forty five minutes of training. he began to walk over, the sound of his feet light and his breathing quiet. when he got to his knees and placed a hand on either side of her, he leaned down and pressed his chapped lips against her damp, lightly sweat-coated skin, eyes looking upwards to see her half-turned head gazing back at him. he continued to kiss upwards until he reached the nape of her neck. 

❝ didn’t you know, nesta archeron, that RULES are meant to be BROKEN ? ❞ he asked her quietly, as he kissed back down to her sore spot. he knew where she was sore. he’d watched her grimaces and whenever she took special care not to turn or twist a certain way. he’d been alive and training long enough to see these kinds of things. 

❝ you did good today. ❞ he praised. ❝ you always do. ❞ he said, before straddling her on her backside, leaning down to press his palms gently but firmly into the tight spots on her back and began to knead out her knots. ❝ ohh boy, somebody is SORE... ❞ he teased her with a grin. 

[littlequeens]

@silverflamcs​ asked: i’ll still be here when you wake. ” ( for bryce!! ) more prompts for your feels // accepting

bleary,  tear  soaked  eyes            blink  several  times.  hair  fanned  over  a  pillow  while  silken  sheets  rustle  with  slight  movement.    a  gaping  hole  had  been  carved  from  her  chest,  leaving  her  bleeding  and  raw  and  utterly  empty.    she  could  feel  the  walls  around  her  beginning  to  crash,  threatening  to  suffocate  her  with  every  passing  second.    the  half-fae  gazes  at  the  woman  in  her  bed,  her  soft  yet  reassuring  features  somehow  anchoring  her  from  the  endless  grief.    it  had  been  years  since  danika  and  the  pack  of  devil’s  deaths,  and  yet  it  often  felt  like  it  was  just  yesterday.    grief  was  funny  like  that.                              inhale.  exhale.            i  am  the  rock  against  which  the  surf  crashes  –––  nothing  can  break  me.              the  words  nesta  had  taught  her  ringing  in  her  head,  calming  her  spirit.    a  hand  slides  across  the  space  to  grab  onto  nesta’s,  a  small  smile  ghosting  her  lips.              ❛  thank  you.  ❜        she  murmurs,  knowing  the  words  cannot  do  justice  for  all  nesta  has  done  for  her,  before  falling  back  into  a  dreamless  sleep.

[phieltatos-archive]

       feyre starter for // @silverflamcs

   nyx - the delight and jewel of her life that he is.  takes after rhysand with the desire to stay awake at all hours it seems.  to the point that in the morning, when nesta comes to visit...  she begs for a few hours sleep.   if he cries just call and she’ll come.   but she just --.. needs some sleep.   how exactly long she sleeps she isn’t sure,  only when she races downstairs -- she finds child and aunt delighted in whatever activity they’ve found. 

                     ‘  he’s --- quiet.  i need to know how you did that.  immediately.  ‘

[toapaixonar]

why do you hurt?

YOU'RE CHOKING ON HOW MUCH YOU HAVE TO TRY. you have tried. you have carried the weight of the world on your shoulders and accepted more responsibilities than you have ever wanted, even intended to gain. it isn't crushing - you are strong enough to hold it - but you are choking. you don't know what to do with it. you don't know where it goes, how to move this weight everyone knows you can hold onto, and do you even want to get rid of it? Never. You would not give this to - force this on - anyone else. but you /can't/. but you are choking on it. your body will hold it up even when you lose all the air in your lungs, and your footing, and your courage. it does not mind choking you. it seems almost designed to do so. if you weren't wrung out you wouldn't be doing this thing properly.

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[wyrdhearth]

𝐠𝐰𝐲𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 to cant her head back towards nesta. having no mate of her own ( she pretended, at that, her mind did not jump to a certain shadow-singing illyrian ), she couldn't truly understand what nesta must be feeling with the mating bond having gone cold between her and cassian. but gwyn didn't need to know how her friend felt to understand that she was in pain.

❝ you are not a coward, ❞ she said with a smile, rising from her position in the floor to come over to where nesta stood. gwyn allowed calista to snuffle at her palm before giving her a gentle pet over the snout. ❝ we'll both want to be there, I'm sure. I've no doubt the high lord will have them both be dressed in their leathers. ❞ gwyn began to smirk, angling it up towards the sky thoughtfully. ❝ I wonder if we should as well... ❞

@wyrdbones​

     “gwyn, i have something to ask of you.” nesta tried to sound casual, but there was no mistaking the slight edge to her voice. grooming the pegasi had kept her occupied this afternoon. it was her attempt to not think about the letter she had received this morning and the anxious feeling that had been gnawing at her ever since. “there was a letter brought to me this morning about a high lady and lord meeting.” she began braiding a small section of calista’s mane. “it’s going to happen three weeks from now. i feel like a coward for asking this, but will you come too? i’m going to ask emerie later today. i’ll feel more at ease with both of you there. especially considering who will most likely be there…” nesta couldn’t stop the ache in her heart when thinking about cassian. if she could reach inside her own chest and pull out her heart so she never has to feel again she would. the prospect of seeing cassian again made her blood turn to ice after everything that happened between them. “rhysand will have cassian and azriel there, so it wouldn’t be odd to have my two best valkyries there.”

[evermxre-a]

@silverflamcs​ sent :😘                                 international kissing day meme ; send 😘 to kiss my muse.

nesta archeron. she has adapted to the winter court so PERFECTLY. she is made of ice herself, is she not? is that why she has adapted to the land of snow and cold so easily?  the irony of the situation is not lost upon the high lord. the woman that was cold and guarded in the walls of the night court, tucked away in starlight, has THAWED just a bit here. perhaps it’s the lack of judgment she receives here ; the lack of feyre and rhysand’s constant CODDLING.             adam has not coddled nesta once. he has been there, merely a FRIEND to spend time with. he has shown her the library, giving her recommendations of tales to pursue ; he has showed her around the court, provided her with fancy dresses worthy of a QUEEN, and has let her stay in the manor. there have been instances where the high lord and the ice queen end up in bed together, but it’s nothing more than two broken souls being DESPERATE for a touch of release from someone who will not judge them. from someone who knows what it’s like to HURT. it’s one of those moments now, to be honest.

they’re in the high lord’s bed, blankets atop frames. nesta never STAYS. she may lay there for a while, curled up next to him ; she may fall asleep for a bit, but she is always GONE come morning. back to her room, back to a wall carefully placed between them. adam doesn’t mind. even if he did, he would not dare say a thing : the winter court is to be nesta’s safe haven, and he will not destroy that due to his own desires. arm is wrapped around her waist, blue eyes filled with amusement as he asks, “ did you learn all of that in one of those smutty books you’re so fond of reading? ” a teasing comment, meant to make her charmingly irritated at him. what he’s NOT expecting though is the kiss that is placed upon his lips, as well as a smart retort in return. oh, yes, she’s truly a wicked devil, isn’t she?

[valkyrjah]

❝  We’re  all  broken,  in  our  own  ways-  in  places  no  one  might  see.  ❞

but that's the problem with the three of them, gwyn thinks. they see each other's pain so clearly, all of their sharp edges fit together to create something beautiful. it's not that being broken is ugly, it's just that --- they're better for it, and together, nesta, emerie and gwyn are perfect.

nesta and emerie were a balm to her fractured soul.

and they see each other, at least gwyn has always felt that way around both women. she never has to pretend to be okay. she’s never had to pretend. and when she knows that the monsters of her past cast shadows to large for her to shoulder, nesta and emerie have been there to help bare the weight. 

but maybe nesta doens’t feel that way. maybe gwyn hasn’t been doing enough to help shoulder that darkness. so she sets her book down on the arm rest of the sofa, and lays down, curls up around nesta. her arms are a loose loop around her, head nestled close against her shoulder. 

the fact that nesta has never flinched away from her touch as never been lost to gwyn. she treasure’s the closeness, the knowledge that nesta hasn’t once shied away from gwyn’s embrace. 

“i see you, nes,” gwyn assures her, the words a promise to always see nesta, even when she’s trying to hide. it’s a promise to never be afraid of her, of her bite and that’ll she’ll always scale the walls nesta tries to keep around her heart. “and i love you, broken pieces and all.” // a meme that i lost ft @silverflamcs​

[nightsprince]

@silverflamcs​ !

       HE’S SEEN FIRSTHAND the graceful nature of nesta archeron.    watching her dance, gazing in awe as her twirls and bows wove seamlessly into each beat of music; her movements are art come to life.    but for nyx, even the beauty of his aunt’s dancing could not compare to the sheer POWER that comes from her training.    with a symphony, she’s impressive, but with a sword?    years of training with illyrians, and even he would never be so bold as to assume he could beat her in combat. 

          ‘     IMPRESSIVE.     ’    grinning from his stance across the training grounds, nyx approaches her, careful not to get swiped by the swift movements of her blade in the air.    ‘     seriously, aunt ness, i’d rather train with you than devlon any day.     ’

[hereticalsoulsarchive]

    feyre starter for @silverflamcs

  nyx does not yet sleep through the night, exhaustion lines her young face. soemtimes she forgets that there are lifetimes ahead of her. sometimes she realizes that she still lives as if this brief moment in life is all that she may have. she has perhaps rushed into love and marriage, rushed into a child, and pushed through traumas that ought to have been better dealt with. and it was that attitude of just pushing forward that had led her to so badly mishandle nesta. 

   for all she had accused tamlin of when it came to mishandling her after beneath the mountain -- had she really done any different? she had tried to be patient but, what was a year of mourning to a being that would be alive for hundreds more?

   a soft thump as she landed on the balcony of the house of winds.  letting her power seep through the house to alert her elder sister to her presence. nyx sleeps curled against her chest, happy in his swaddled cocoon, she is content to take him with her most places she goes. rhysand - overbearing and protective as ever - often protests, but it is easy enough to ignore him. much as she has today.  sensitive ears hear the soft swish of skirts, nesta approaches -- 

   lips pull to a smile, her hand resting absent mindedly on the top of nyx’s dark head.  ‘ nesta -- i hope i’m not disturbing you. is it a good time for a visit? i saw cassian and rhys flying off this morning so i assumed you might be here.  if you’d rather i come back at a better time -- i understand i should have contacted you --.. ‘ 

  feyre walks a fine line, younger sister she will always be, high lady a position she now is --.. but she also bears a debt to her sister. a debt that she knows words cannot fully describe. 

[valkyrshe]

@silverflamcs​ liked . 

❝ 𝐒𝐎, 𝐈 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊... ❞ gwyn’s eyes are bright, cheeks pink as she leans in. the other priestresses pay them no mind, but she’s discreet as she whispers, ❝ what did it feel like, when the mating bond came alive? I’ve only ever... heard of it from books, or long ago, before I could appreciate its true meaning. ❞ when she’d been too young to understand passion and romance and lust and the sort of things nesta and cassian seemed to exude in alarming spades. 

[littlequeens]

starter from bryce for @silverflamcs 

❛  oh  shit,  ❜                  bryce  exclaims,  amber  eyes  widening  at  the  pegasus  before  her.  it’s  feathered  wings  flapping  lightly  in  the  breeze  and  a  snort  coming  from  its  nose.  she  hesitantly  lifts  a  hand,  slowly  letting  the  creature  press  its  velvet  nose  to  her.  a  squeal  of  excitement  threatens  to  bubble  over,  but  she  manages  to  hold  it  in  so  as  not  to  scare  the  magnificent  creature  away.          ❛  question.  is  he  yours  and  where  can  I  get  one  ?  ❜

[acourtcfmuses]

@silverflamcs​ asked: i want you all to myself. ( for cassian!! )

There was a lazy, very male smirk to his lips at her word. Because good. If she wanted him all to herself, that means he got her all to himself and he wasn’t exactly thrilled at how all the males in the room had been staring at her all through the ball in the Hewn Court. he’d never though himself to be a jealous, possessive lover until he met Nesta Archeron. As a human she had been beautiful, as fae, the Cauldron had easily made her the most beautiful in the world. Her beauty alone could make him fall to his knees for her. Hands looped around her waist, large hands resting on her small of her back as his lips moved to her ear - a deliberate power play in front of the like of Eris and the residents of the Hewn Court. “Here I thought you didn’t get jealous Nes.” he tease with a wicked grin. “You’re hot when you’re jealous Nesta Archeron.”