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lalacliffthorne · 1 year ago

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💜 starshine pt. VI 💜

Rhys x Reader

part I part II part III part IV part V part VI

summary: when after more than a century, things finally begin falling into place.

notes: I can't believe how long this took - both writing this next part and the actual things happening *facepalms*. and these twoooo 😭💕. I can't. they make me feel so mushy and happy and all giddy and warm. and all of you, loving this so much, make me feel even more mushy and happy and giddy, so thank you so much for staying with me on this!! if everything goes to plan, this is actually the second to last chapter, and we are, finally, getting somewhere ;)

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With a sharp inhale, my eyes snapped open, and my breath staggered.

The sheets were clinging to my skin, damp with cold sweat, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs. Blood rushed through my ears as my gaze darted over a high, dark ceiling, and for a second, panic and a dull pain rose in my chest, my body frozen still.

Then I realised that a weight was resting over my stomach and a scent was flooding my senses, so achingly familiar, my muscles melted.

Quickly, I turned my head, and my lungs squeezed.

In the silvery light of the moon shining through the windows, I could see Rhys' dark shape stretched out on the mattress next to me, the dips and planes of his muscular back rising and falling slowly with his even breaths. His head was resting on the pillow next to me, his face turned my way, brows smoothed over and eyes closed. His dark hair was unruly and tousled from sleep, the swirls of darkness stretching over his broad shoulders and down the arm that was loosely resting over my waist, his skin radiating warmth through my thin nightgown.

My heart soared before free falling, and I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, fighting against the echoes of screams and laughter in my ears, the feeling of cruel darkness and bound magic and hands slipping away into nothingness.

Suddenly, the air felt too stiffled, too stale, too reminiscent of the nightmare that had been reality.

Hastily, I slid out from under Rhys' arm, pushing the covers to the side and slipping off the mattress, my feet quick on the cool floorboards as I darted over to the huge windows soundlessly, tearing at them until they were wide open and a soft, cool breeze brushed over my skin.

My heart squeezed tightly, and I breathed in, quick and deep, the scent of sweet petals and night leaving an ache growing in my chest as my gaze darted over the garden below that was bathed in starlight, flowers glowing and faeries floating over the water reflecting the galaxies above.

My fingers curled around the window handle before loosening, and something in my chest quivered when I let my forehead sink against the cool wooden frame and squeezed my eyes shut.

I could still feel the heavyness on my chest, the ache pulsing under my ribs as images flashed before my eyes, and something closed around my throat.

Sliding my hand off the window, I looked over my shoulder towards the bed, and the ache in my chest soared at the dark shape still motionless on the mattress, breathing evenly.

Fighting against the sudden pressure in my throat, I moved, quickly slipping past the bed and out of the room.

The house was silent as I soundlessly hastened down the stairs, my long silk nightgown swishing around my ankles as I slipped past the table and opened one of the big windows leading out onto the terrace. The gentle night breeze whispered over my bare arms and shoulders, and I squeezed out into the night, the stone of the terrace cold under my feet before it was replaced by cool, soft grass as I hurried down the steps and through the high grass.

Faeries were swishing through the glowing flowers, darting towards me and showering me in golden dust, tittering softly and curiously before whizzing away again.

Slowly, my steps calmed, and I closed my eyes, breathing in the fresh air, feeling flowers and high grass brush my hands, a gentle, soothing warmth slowly spreading through me that seemed to stem from the earth itself.

Next to the pond that reflected the galaxies twinkling over the mountains, I let myself sink down into the soft grass, stretching out and staring up into the sky. My palms pressed against the earth, and I closed my eyes, focusing on the soft hum of energy that slowly travelled through me, golden light lazily flooding through my veines until my chest squeezed and my breath shuddered.

My heart tipped over; I opened my eyes, and movement at the edge of my field of vision made me turn my head.

Something rose and pulsed gently under my ribs when I saw the dark figure standing on the terrace.

Even from a distance, I caught the moment violet eyes clocked me by the pond, bare shoulders sinking a little, swishes of darkness whispering into nothingness as Rhys' gaze pierced mine. Then he moved, beginning to slowly walk down the steps.

Resting my cheek on the grass, I watched as he came towards me, movements smooth and elegant, his tousled hair black like ink in the night, violet eyes reflecting the silver and purple above. His pants were sitting low on his hips, and something twisted in my stomach at the sight of shifting muscles disappearing into black fabric.

The silk of his pants swished against my skin when Rhys crouched down and let himself plop down onto the ground next to me. Then his shoulder brushed against mine and he stretched out on the grass, one of his hands sliding up to rest on his stomach. His body dwarfed mine even shoulder to shoulder, my feet barely level with his shins, and I stared at the side of his face as his gaze dragged slowly over the night sky above. Something dipped and swerved, squeezed and fluttered in my chest as my eyes flickered over his nose and lips, the sharp line of his jaw and cheekbones, and suddenly, my breath hitched in my throat.

“What happened?”

Rhys' quiet voice, deep and a little raspy with sleep, tore me out of the pulsing feeling under my ribs, and when I blinked, he turned his head to look at me.

I tried to swallow against the flutter in my throat, the ache in my chest that staring at him had awakened. Rhys seemed to misinterpret my silence, one corner of his lips tipping up gently as his gaze slowly moved over my face.

“As far as I know, you don't usually wake up in the middle of the night to lay around on the cold ground.” There was a soft twinkle in his eyes, but it couldn't hide the barely there crease between his brows, and something dipped in my chest when my shoulder brushed his and I felt a clenching sensation in my chest that wasn´t mine.

I blinked again, and the soft ache under my ribs pulsed.

“I had a dream.”

Rhys' gaze moved over my face. Then his quiet voice vibrated through me, gentle and even.

“What kind of dream?”

Something closed around my throat like an iron fist, and I stared at him, feeling a weight settle on my chest and pressure rise in my throat and eyes.

“The mountain,”, I whispered.

Rhys blinked, and I could see the muscles in his shoulder shifting, growing still.

“It used to be worse.” I tried a lopsided smile, but it felt weak, and a little uneven. “But it still comes back, once in a while.”

Rhys stared at me. Then he mumbled softly: “What do you dream of?”

Something started skipping painfully under my ribs.

“I see the faeries.” My whispered words were barely audible as my gaze dragged over Rhys' face, trying to ingrain every angle into my memory as pressure began to rise in my throat. “All of them. Caught and chained, tortured and mutilated in the revel. And I can't help them. I'm caught in the crowd, and I try to move, but no matter how much I fight, it's like I'm watching from outside my own body. And their pain breaks me apart.” My voice was weak, the images rising in front of my eyes causing the ache in my chest to grow.

“And then I see you.” My whisper broke as the pressure in my throat became unbearable, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Rhys' face, even as my vision blurred and my lips quivered.

“And she's torturing you, and I can't move. I can't get to you. And I try to tell you, scream at you that I'll get you out, but I can't speak.” My breath trembled as the ache in my chest spread, taking over every inch of my body until my voice broke and I felt something hot run over my cheek.

“And then in that dream, I wake up, and I'm alone. Seeing you, finding you, never happened. And I can't feel you.” I inhaled quickly, hotly, my chin trembling. “You're gone.”

Through blurry eyes, I saw Rhys stare at me, still, frozen. Then a muscle in his cheek shifted, and he rolled onto his side; his warm, calloused hand slipped up my neck to cradle the side of my face, and Rhys leaned down to press his forehead against mine.

“I'm here.” His deep, husky voice travelled through me, vibrating with sorrow yet so steady and firm that my breath shuddered.

My eyes squeezed shut as the ache in my chest rose and overwhelmed me, and I twisted, wrapping my arms around Rhys' shoulders, clinging to him as I buried my face in the crook of his neck and felt hot tears roll over my cheeks, the ache in my chest pulsing.

“Look at you,”, Rhys mumbled hoarsely, his hands sliding over my waist as he slipped his arms around me, pulling me tightly into his chest. “Really thinking it'd be that easy to get rid of me.”

A wet laugh bubbled in my chest.

“Wouldn't it?”

“No.” Rhys' mumble was steady, if only a little rough when he dropped his nose into the crook of my neck, causing a gentle shiver to travel over my spine. “You know I'm too much of a selfish bastard for that.”

I inhaled shudderingly, feeling my lips rise weakly as I whispered into his skin: “No, you're not.”

“I am.” A calloused hand slid up over my back, the arms around my waist pulling me in tighter as Rhys curled around me and buried his nose at my shoulder, his low voice vibrating through me as he mumbled steadily: “Even if my soul was dragged from this world, I would still claw my way back to you.”

Something rose in my chest, wild and violent, and my eyes opened, a curtain of tears leaving the world blurry as Rhys' quiet voice washed through me.

“No one will ever keep me from you, take me away from you again. Wherever I go, it will only be with you.”

My heart soared before giving out, and I dug my fingers into his broad shoulders, feeling my leg slide over his waist as his tall body curved around mine.

“Sounds impractical,”, I whispered thickly, my breath hitching and causing my voice to break a little.

Rhys' lips curved against my skin.

“We'll make it work.” His quiet words vibrated through me, steady and soft. “I'll just have to follow you like I always have.”

My chest tightened harshly as warmth pulsed through me, and I whispered, soft and weak: “What if I go somewhere you can't follow?”

Rhys slid his arms closer around me, burying his nose against my skin as he mumbled back hoarsely: “There's no place in this world, or beyond, that you could go, where I wouldn't follow.” I could feel him swallow, then he added softly: “I'll always find a way to you.”

My heart tightened as my breath caught in my throat, and I clung tighter to him, feeling his body shielding mine as I curled into his chest and turned my head to bury my face in his neck, squeezing my eyes shut, my body shuddering with my exhale and the weight of tears pressing on my throat.

“Why?” The whispered words were trembling, thick, spilling past my lips before I could stop them, fueled by the ache rising under my ribs. But Rhys just swallowed, his deep voice soft in a hoarse mumble.

“You know why.”

My heart twisted and rose, higher and higher. My breath caught in my throat, and my lips quivered as I hastily burrowed my face in his neck and tried to breathe against the ache pulsing under my ribs.

The breeze whispered through the trees, faeries floating over the pond as the stars twinkled in the sky. Rhys held me until my lids were heavy, tears dried on my cheeks, my heart thrumming steadily against my ribs. Then he gathered me in his arms and moved to stand.

Something rose under my ribs, and when I pulled back just a little, my arms still slung around his neck, Rhys dropped his forehead against mine, his breath fanning over my skin as he turned.

My heart swelled in a flutter, and I clung to him, his arms holding me steady as Rhys started to walk back towards the house. I curled my arms around his shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut, feeling warmth pulse through me, strong, steady, Rhys' nose brushing my cheek when he pressed his forehead against my temple, carrying me up the stairs.

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I woke with the gentle morning breeze brushing over my skin, the scent of daybreak dew and fresh air filling my lungs, and my body buried in a warm chest, with the heavy weight of arms slung around me tightly and a scent in my nose that, even in the haze of sleep, made something tumble under my ribs.

My breath hitched softly, and I opened my eyes. My gaze focused on sunkissed golden skin and dark twisting tattoos over strong collarbones, and a muscled arm cushioning my head.

My heart toppled, and something in my stomach dipped.

You know why.

Rhys' hoarse voice echoed through my head, and suddenly, the flutter in my chest grew until there was a soft ache pulsing under my ribs.

Feeling a weight on my throat, I turned, sliding out of Rhys' arms as carefully as possible. My heart was thrumming against my ribs when I slipped out of the room, and trying to fight against the chaotic whirlwind in my head and chest, I moved down the stairs.

Golden morning light filtered through the windows facing the front garden, painting patterns onto the carpet and the books filling the shelves. I dragged open the window doors leading out onto to the terrace, breathing in deeply as my gaze moved over the garden dipped in the first golden sunrays, fairies whizzing through the air, carrying dew drops, giggling and tittering, and my heart skipped softly against my ribs.

Filling the kettle and putting it onto the stove, I pulled a pot from the cabinet, and a cup. Then, my hands no longer busy, I slowly turned, leaning back against the counter as my fingers flew over the cold marble, up to the ends of my hair before settling for fiddling with the thin strap of my nightgown as I stared into the garden, my heart pounding in my chest.

You know why.

Something in my stomach tumbled.

I did.

I had for a while now. Had felt the thought looming, bright and powerful somewhere beneath the surface. The beginnings of a realization, a vague shape, like an unspoken thought, a distant knowledge that I refused to grasp.

Because acknowledging it, just thinking it out loud would mean something so big, so terrifying it made something squeeze in my chest.

An explanation as to why Rhys had kept coming back to me. For the way he stared at me, the twinkle in those violet eyes, for that rising feeling in my chest I couldn't place and that radiated from him, for the closeness, the banter, the blatant flirting, the trust and the things he said, casually, easily, so so sure.

It made something rise in my chest.

There was something, a reason, a realization, just under the surface. And it terrified me.

Because what if I was wrong?

What if what Rhys was supposedly feeling was just fleeting, or not at all what I made it out to be?

What if what I was seeing was what I wanted to see – and not what was really there?

Something closed tightly around my chest as the flutter in my chest rose, soared higher and higher.

It would mean a broken heart.

My breath shuddered, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Gods, I'd been an idiot. Not realising, maybe refusing to see how my soul reacted to the male with the stars in his eyes, how my whole being seemed to respond to him.

I had fallen. Maybe slowly over the span of a century, maybe with a crash the first time I'd met him and felt him behind those walls.

Something squeezed under my ribs. It twisted before rippling away soundlessly, and a trembling breath left me as I opened my eyes and stared out into the garden, wide-eyed and utterly terrified.

I loved him.

Maybe, it had always been there, lurking under the surface, in the way my breath seemed to hitch whenever I stared at him and he smiled.

I loved him. Was in love with him. So fiercely, so deeply, so all-consuming that it made my chest thrum, caused my heart to twist and soar, until the feeling filled my body. Slowly, creepingly, it had taken up every part of my soul and my being. Had made him a part of me, his pain, his anger, his sorrow, his happiness, all mine in a way nothing had ever been before. Had made him beginning and end and everything in between.

I loved Rhys.

“Shit,”, I whispered softly.

There was a low, deep chuckle behind me; and I jumped and whirled around.

Rhys crunched his brows against the light, purple eyes tired and twinkling, his voice, rough with sleep, vibrating through me when he mumbled with a smirk: “Ouch. Not usually the way I'm greeted.”

My fingers dug into the counter as I stared at him in shock, trying to breathe, my eyes wide and my heart pounding against my ribs. There was a pillow crease on his cheek, which I hadn´t thought physically possible, his hair was tousled and muscles were shifting under his bare skin as he moved past the table and rubbed his eyes.

Suddenly, heat was washing over me, and I tried to tear my gaze away, pull myself together. But my body refused to listen, stayed frozen in the spot as I stared at him wide-eyed, my breath hitching harshly, and Rhys slowed to a stop. His gaze flickered over my face, and a soft crease formed between his brows.

“Darling?”

Maybe my shields had never been any good, and he'd been able to sneak past them all this time. Or maybe, the feelings whirling in my chest, the chaos and panic in my mind, were simply too loud, too strong, bursting through me, echoing outwards at a volume that meant he didn't even need to be in my mind to hear them.

Either way, Rhys stilled. Became frozen in the spot as he stared at me. Then he blinked, and his eyes shifted.

Turned swirling and bright like the galaxies in the night sky as the crease between his brows melted away into nothingness and he exhaled like he'd been waiting for a century.

“All this time.” His soft voice was hoarse as his gaze dragged over my face, slightly feverish, drinking me in. “And you still didn't see.”

My heart dropped and I could feel my lips part – then something in my chest shifted, and soundlessly, a wall crumbled.

A barrier of the mind, built around the male a few feet away, slowly collapsing into itself.

My heart caught in my throat, and my eyes darted up and widened as something in my chest rose.

I could feel everything.

Emotions so strong, they took my breath. Twined together so firmly, they were barely discernable; desperation, relief, adoration, want and need, twisting together into something hot and rising, growing into something all consuming.

I'd always felt Rhys, but never like this; had never felt his emotions, so deep and powerful and clear that they turned my doubts and fears to stardust, the ache in my chest blowing away into the sky, until my breath shuddered and my heart settled.

I inhaled softly, feeling my lips part as the emotions that weren't my own pulsed in my chest, steady, firm, unrestrained. Then I raised my head, and Rhys swallowed, his iris a night sky as his gaze dragged over mine, deep and feverish and swallowing me whole as he mumbled hoarsely: “There it is.”

A soft, breathy giggle bubbled in my throat as I stared at him, feeling pressure building in my throat and a flutter rising in my chest, growing with every second.

My fingers shook a little as I took a hesitant step forward, followed by another, and another, my eyes darting over Rhys' face, my heart swelling. He had grown completely still, like the smallest move could scare me away, like there wasn't something pounding against my ribs and swelling in my throat, causing tears to rise into my eyes as I lifted a hand and placed my palm on his chest.

The feeling of Rhys´ warm skin sent a shiver down my skin, just like the quick, racing beat of his heart as I stared up at him, feeling my bottom lip wobble a little even as I started to smile, slow and beaming. Then I opened myself and the whirlwind under my ribs.

Rhys' eyes widened.

A shuddering breath ran through him, and his hand flew up to cover mine, fingers curling around mine, holding on almost desperately, like he was afraid I'd pull away, break the thrum of emotion flooding through me into his body. Then a soft sound broke from his chest, and Rhys moved, forward and forward until my arm was trapped between us and the whole of his body pressed against mine, his free hand sliding up to cradle my face, and my heart caught in my throat when he dropped his head to press his forehead against mine.

The flutter in my chest rose, and I quickly squeezed my eyes shut and breathed out shakingly.

Rhys made a soft, hoarse sound deep in his throat, his hand slipping down the side of my neck, fingers sliding into my hair as he pressed closer, and my heart shuddered. I could feel his body towering over mine, the way the muscles in his biceps shifted when his fingers slid closer around my hand, his warm chest pressing against mine -

Heat twinged low in my stomach, and my fingers curled against his chest.

A gentle shudder ran over Rhys' warm skin, and my breath hitched when he dipped his head to the side, his nose brushing against mine.

My heart rose into my throat, and I swallowed, my hand uncurling slowly as I slid my palm down his chest. I could feel his muscles tensing under my touch as a shiver ran over his skin, his fingers twisting into my hair, and a tingle travelled down my spine when Rhys slowly nudged his nose against mine.

Something dropped very low in my stomach, heat rising up my body.

I swallowed, my free hand rising to cling to Rhys' side, and when I pulled my head back a little, just enough to look at him, his breath grazing my skin, my heart rose.

Rhys' eyes were glazed over with a heat that made something twist in my stomach. His iris was hazy and a few shades darker under heavy lids, a muscle in his jaw shifting and throat working, and his gaze was molten where it was glued to my lips.

My breath caught in my throat.

Even when Rhys had stared for too long before, something heated in his eyes, it had always been brimming under the surface, never quite so obvious.

Now, nothing was hidden. His breath was uneven, his lips parted and throat working, and his eyes, heavy lidded and dark, were swirling, feverish, wanting -

Rhys' fingers curled into my hair, and my body shuddered, something whirling and rising under my ribs as I dug my fingers into his skin and raised my chin without having control over it, Rhys' hot breath grazing over my skin when my nose nudged against his.

A deep sound rose in Rhys' chest, his eyes shifting into something even deeper and darker, and his hand slid into my hair when he dipped his head, his nose brushing against the side of mine, tantalizingly slow. Something clenched harshly in my stomach when I felt his hot breath grazing my lips, and a tingling shiver ran down my spine when I sank back down onto my heels and Rhys followed me, calloused hands pulling me closer and head dipping to -

"Hello?", a melodious, happy voice chirped from the terrace, and my heart jumped; my eyes flew open as I lightly pushed at Rhys' chest and whirled around, and Mor walked through the open window doors.

"Anyone he-", her gaze met mine, and she slowed to a stop, one corner of her lips quirking cheekily.

"Am I interrupting?"

My heart missed a beat, and I hastily looked back over my shoulder, only to find Rhys' eyes on me like maybe, they had never left. There was a twinkle slowly spreading through his iris, and my heart rose in a flutter, because something had changed, obviously, something in that thrum against my ribs, and yet -

I narrowed my eyes in a soft glower, and Rhys slowly started to smile, lazy and brilliant.

"What are you doing here, Morrigan?" His deep voice rumbled through me even with him a foot away, his twinkling eyes never leaving my face.

Mor crunched her brows, seeming completely unbothered as she turned in a circle with a flourish.

"Well, you hadn't even told us this place existed until yesterday, and -", she looked over her shoulder, smiling brightly, "I was curious." Her twinkling amber eyes found mine, and her smile softened, though the light in her eyes seemed to brighten. "It's beautiful."

Something rose under my chest as my gaze flickered towards the garden without me being able to help it, my breath catching in my throat. "It is."

I could feel the weight of eyes on me, a tingle travelling over the side of my face, and I blinked, clearing my throat and grinning sheepishly at Mor. "Sorry, didn't really expect anyone -"

"Obviously." Mor's lips twitched into a smirk as her eyes moved from Rhys, lounging against the counter in only pyjama pants and staring at me, towards my long nightgown, and I winced and quickly crossed my bare arms in front of my chest, feeling heat rising in my cheeks as I crunched my nose.

"You want some tea?"

"You know, actually,", Mor turned fully towards me and raised her brows, "I also came here because I thought it could be fun if I showed you the city today?" Her lips twitched, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Have some one on one time, if Rhys isn't too bothered by that." She winked at me.

"Why would I be bothered?" Rhys' eyes stayed on my face, one corner of his lips curving upwards.

"Well, you did keep her from us for more than a century, without telling us about her even once; which, by the way, is ridiculous." Mor's lips curved. "It's almost like you were afraid we'd steal her away from you or something -"

"Can we get breakfast?", I quickly interrupted, because Rhys' eyes had started to twinkle in a way that made shivers dance down my spine and something twitch in my stomach.

Mor turned her gaze away from Rhys, her knowing smirk bleeding into a genuine, beaming smile when she widened her eyes.

"Obviously! I'll show you all the good places, and more; do you have your dress yet?"

I blinked, then I turned my head towards her and crunched my brows.

"What dress?"

Mor parted her lips. Then she sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes, turning towards her cousin with an exasperated look.

"Rhys, you prat; you haven't told her?"

Rhys stared at me, his violet eyes twinkling when he said, deep voice absentminded: "Was busy."

Mor huffed, her lips quirking. "I bet you were."

Rhys just lightly rolled his eyes, and I quickly mouthed prat?, causing him to glare softly at me.

Don´t you dare.

Feeling a slow, beaming smile take over my face, I widened my eyes and mouthed prat, and Rhys huffed, his lips curving until a wide grin made his cheeks crease.

Mor cleared her throat, and I quickly tore my eyes away from Rhys' face, feeling heat bleed into my cheeks when my gaze met Morrigan's, her eyes twinkling knowingly.

"Haven't told me what?", I said quickly, bouncing on the balls of my feet lightly and fighting against the blush growing on my face.

Mor sighed, but her lips curved as she raised her brows. "Summer Solstice."

My heart rose in a flutter, and my gaze darted towards Rhys as my lips parted.

"You - you celebrate that here?"

"Well, not on a huge scale like Summer and Day,", Mor waved her hand dismissingly, "but Rhys has started throwing a party every year still, because, well -", she smirked, "any excuse for a party is a good one."

Rhys' lips curved softly as his eyes pierced mine, a twinkle in their violet depths that made my breath hitch.

"Anyway, he holds it at the River House -"

I blinked before raising my brows.

"Another house?" I felt my eyes widen slightly as my head whipped around and I stared at Mor before quickly looking back at Rhys in disbelief, but he just shrugged, his smirk feline.

"Anyway, when we started doing the celebration, we decided to hold it there because the garden is just beautiful this time of year, though,", Mor turned to look over her shoulder, her eyes almost wistful, "definitely not as beautiful as this one."

My breath hitched as my gaze followed hers, and something fluttered against my ribs.

"The longest day of the year."

Rhys' voice made my heart dip, quiet like only I was meant to hear, and I blinked before tearing my eyes away from the garden, something rising in my chest when I found his twinkling eyes on my face.

"I know." I felt my lips curve softly even as I suppressed the urge to swallow, my eyes moving over his face. "The fairies dance through it; all night long."

Rhys' gaze pierced mine, deep, twinkling, like maybe, he could see the memories of midsummer nights in a wild garden and a dress whirling around my ankles.

"Maybe they'll dance with us if you're there."

I stared at him, and my heart began to slowly flutter against my ribs, more wildly with every second as I started to smile slowly.

"Is that your way of asking if I'll come?"

Rhys stared at me, something swirling in his eyes when he mumbled, slow, deep, steady: "Will you come?"

My breath caught in my throat, and I blinked. Then I widened my eyes and whispered cheekily: "I don't think I have a dress."

Rhys' gaze heated. But before he could open his mouth, Mor chimed in, beaming happily.

"We can get you one! Today; I mean, it is in two days, but I'll take you to the best dressmaker of the city, you'll love it; and she'll have it done in time!"

I felt my lips part quickly, but before I could even make a sound, there was a soft huff; a familiar scent washed over me, and fingers slipped under my chin, closing my mouth again.

"Don't even think about it."

My heart jumped and my eyes darted up, and Rhys' lips curved.

I huffed and twisted my neck to get a better look at him, feeling my brows crunch in protest, but Rhys just sent me a wink. "You know arguing is pointless. I´ll get you a dress one way or the other."

Glowering up at him even as something jumped high in my chest, I narrowed my eyes even further when he smirked and dipped his head to mumble: "Just say thank you."

His warm breath brushed over my nose, and my heart dipped.

Staring up at him, I scowled gently. Then I turned my head and sent Mor a brilliant, cheeky smile. "Thank you, Mor."

Rhys huffed, sending me a glare, and Mor smirked and winked.

"My pleasure." She raised her brows and clapped her hands. "Alright, let's go! Though you,", her lips quirked, "might want to change first."

When I moved back down the stairs a few minutes later, dressed and tying off my braid, Mor was crouched in the middle of the garden, watching the faeries that seemed a little weary but curious when she beamed at them.

"You know she's going to put you through trying on dozens of dresses?"

My heart skipped, and my gaze darted towards where Rhys was leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of tea in his hand and one corner of his lips curving as his eyes raked over my face.

"So?" I felt my lips quirk.

Rhys' iris twinkled.

"A lot of it will be Night Court fashion." His gaze dragged slowly over my body, one corner of his lips curving into a slow, lazy smirk. "It usually means little fabric."

I stared at him as heat pooled low in my stomach, and suddenly, something started fluttering against my ribs violently.

Slowly, I began to walk backwards towards the terrace, sending him a growing, mischievous smile.

"You know, if you want to see me scantily clad, you just have to ask."

Rhys' gaze darted up, his gaze narrowing in and growing dark and heated, and feeling my heart catch in my throat, I smiled beamingly and turned around with a breathed laugh, hopping out onto the terrace to meet Mor at the foot of the steps.

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Feeling a breeze brush some hair into my face, I breathed out softly, the warmth of sunlight dappled over my face making my lips curve without my doing.

"So..."

I blinked before opening my eyes and lowering my head, and Mor crunched her nose, looking at me curiously. "What's so special about Summer Solstice?"

We were sitting on the steps of a fountain, the water splashing and bubbling in our backs, a thin paper bag between us on the grey cobblestone, smelling of the buttery pastry I had bought in a shop in one of the countless alleys.

Mor had kept her promise, taking me for breakfast in a small café right at the Sidra. Then she had pulled me into the maze of alleys, streets and squares.

First, she'd taken me to the workshop of her favorite dressmaker, located in a beautiful townhouse in the Rainbow, the artist's district. It belonged to tall, slim High Fae who was clearly familiar with Morrigan, and who had, very happily, pulled all the stops when Mor had winked at her.

Mor had made me try different silhouettes, and I had wandered the aisles and aisles with fabrics, my breath catching at the colors and stitchings. We'd agreed after a while, and when we had left the shop, there'd been a rough sketch and fabric sitting on the dressmaker's desk and my heart had been beating against my throat.

Now, the afternoon sun was shining in the sky over the small park that stretched over a little hill surrounded by tall sandstone buildings, their roofs glittering in the light. Trees rose into the sky, offering shade, sunlight was dappled in swaying patterns onto the grass and the cool stone of the fountain where we had decided to take a little break, and my feet were aching and my heart was full.

I needed a second to tear my eyes away from the sight of the city stretched out before the mountains. Then I blinked and crunched my brows, looking over at her.

"What do you mean?"

One corner of Mor's lips curved gently. "You just... you looked so surprised."

I felt my heart rise in a soft flutter against my ribs, and I hesitated for a second, then I turned my head and gently narrowed my eyes at her curiously.

"How long have you been... celebrating it like this?"

Mor furrowed her brows, shrugging softly as she plucked a piece off her pastry.

"Not long actually. I think Rhys decided to make it a new tradition not quite a century ago, fairly out of,", she blinked, her words slowing as her eyes suddenly began to twinkle softly, "thin air..."

I stared at her, a quick flutter beginning to build in my chest.

"What does it mean to you again?" Mor stared at me, her lips curving.

"It's..." I swallowed softly. "It's a celebration. Held by the fairies, every Summer Solstice. They gather and dance, from evening until deep into the night. All of them, sprites, pixies, nymphs, wraiths, all coming together, celebrating light and life and -" My breath hitched. "Magic."

Mor's warm eyes were glittering.

"You think he -" My voice broke off, my breath catching in my throat.

"Started celebrating it here because of you?" Mor's lips tipped upwards, and she blinked and raised an eyebrow, her eyes twinkling in the light. "That does sound awfully like him."

Feeling my heart pounding against my ribs, I stared at her, something suddenly tingling in my stomach.

Mor's smile widened a little. Then she blinked.

"You know, he never told us about you." She raised a brow, her iris sparkling. "Not once."

I huffed gently.

"I know." Shaking my head softly, I turned my head, crunching my brows gently as I blinked into the sunlight. "He told me about that, after I got mad because he turned up, winnowing in even though he was badly wounded and exhausted,", a breath left me, "idiot."

Mor giggled, and I felt my lips curve.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Mor's gaze flicker over my face, warm and bright. Her throat worked. Then she whispered softly: "Thank you."

I blinked. Something in my chest rose and tightened as my gaze darted towards her, and Mor breathed out, her smile a little uneven when she stared back at me.

"I've known Rhys practically my whole life." She furrowed her brows gently, her eyes swimming with emotion. "He's always carried - a lot of weight on his shoulders, and it just got more when he became High Lord. He always took on everything, had to be strong, for everyone. He lets us know when things are heavy, but - he never fully lets us in." She huffed. "He doesn't want to burden us." Shaking her head gently, she hesitated before looking over at me, one corner of her lips rising gently.

"But then he started disappearing, just for a few hours, sometimes more, sometimes less. He never told us where he was going;", she raised her brows, "I always assumed he was just - taking a breather somewhere, taking some time by himself. But whenever he got back, he had that light in his eyes." Her iris started to twinkle as she stared at me.

"That was you." She blinked, her voice a little hoarse when she whispered: "You saved him. Because you saw something in him he lost the ability to see. And because when you showed him that, he believed you. Because he saw something in you too. That same thing that makes him stare at you like you put the stars into the sky." She swallowed gently, and her eyes flickered over my face. "It's like with you, he can just be."

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at her, something suddenly tight in my chest.

"He told you all of that?", I whispered.

Mor's lips quirked gently.

"Not everything. But enough." Her gaze flickered over my face. "He told us about you only after he came back from -" She broke off, her eyes welling with grief. Then she looked back up at me, her iris shimmering as she raised a corner of her lips.

"He was - a wreck, when he got here. But you - you kept him afloat. He was waiting for you. It felt like he was holding his breath. And then you turned up and..." She breathed a brilliant smile. "I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you."

My heart rose against my ribs, and Mor sniffled and beamed. "It's like he's come back to life, in a way he's never been before. Like something has - settled, fallen into place."

Something welled over in my chest, and I turned my gaze ahead, fighting to swallow against the pressure in my throat as I stared down the hill and over the roofs of the city, glittering in the sun, trees swaying gently in the breeze.

"Yeah,", I whispered.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Mor's gaze move over my face, bright and warm. Then she turned back ahead as well, and together, we stared over the city.

"It's beautiful,", I mumbled softly.

Mor´s lips curved upwards, her voice a little hoarse when she mumbled back: "It's the Court of Dreams."

☆

The sun was disappearing beyond the mountains, painting the skies pink and violet, the first stars twinkling high above when I slipped through the gate and breathed in the scent of flowers and grass and warm evening air.

Mor had dropped me off at the winding street before winnowing away, though not before pulling me into a hug so tight, my ribs had cracked, but I had just squeezed her back, feeling the scent of her perfume rising into my nose and her hair tickling my skin.

Slowly making my way around the house, I inhaled deeply, feeling warmth spread through my chest when I saw fairies whizzing through the air over the pond, giggling and chasing each other.

"You took your time."

My heart rose against my ribs, and Rhys, lounging on the steps leading up to the terrace, watched me, his violet eyes reflecting the stars blinking in the sky when he lightly raised a brow. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me, leaving me here all by myself -"

A soft snorted laugh built in my chest, and I sent him a cheeky grin. "I'm sure you were perfectly fine entertaining yourself for once."

"I wasn't. I got so bored I actually went to do some work."

Giggling softly, I gently kicked his leg before plopping down next to him, breathing in deeply. His scent rose into my lungs, and my heart missed a beat.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Rhys' twinkling iris flicker over my face. "Did Mor drag you from shop to shop until you fainted from exhaustion?"

I crunched my brows and looked over at him. "Why, do you think I look the part?"

Rhys' lips curved.

"Did you find a dress?" His gaze drank me in as a crease formed in his cheek, and I stared back, my breath catching and my heart thrumming against my ribs.

"Yeah." My voice was a little soft, a little breathless as I tried not to stare at the curve of Rhys' lips and the small dip in his cheek, his skin glowing in the sunset.

"And?" His voice trickled over me, slow, deep, matching the volume of mine as his gaze dragged over my face, heated, swirling.

I felt my lips tick up as I shrugged one shoulder gently, innocently. "And what?"

Rhys stared at me, his arm brushing against my back, sending tingling shivers down my body, and slowly, one corner of his lips curved. "Where is it?"

I huffed softly. "Not yet made."

"Shame." Rhys' eyes were twinkling. "You could let me take a peak."

I widened my eyes and whispered with a bright, cheeky smile: "Where's the fun in that?"

Rhys slowly started to smile brilliantly, his eyes crinkling, and my breath caught in my throat.

For a second, we stared at each other, something trumming in my chest and twisting in my stomach, then Rhys blinked, his eyes never leaving mine as he mumbled: "I think I might have to take the couch tonight."

I could feel my brows crunch in confusion. "Why?"

A deep crease formed in Rhys' cheek, his iris twinkling as his gaze dragged over my face. "Because I'm not sure I would be able to control myself if I saw you in that flimsy nightgown again."

My heart dipped, and suddenly, something hot trickled down my spine.

"I could leave it off."

Rhys' iris hazed over, a rough sound breaking from his throat, and I hastily bit onto the inside of my cheek as a laugh bubbled in my chest, mixing with a rising, fluttering feeling.

"Beast,", Rhys mumbled, his husky voice leaving something twisting down in my stomach.

I shrugged, feeling my lips curve as I turned my gaze back towards the garden. "I mean, if you can't handle it -"

Rhys' gaze narrowed in on my face, became deep and twinkling, and something toppled in my chest as I nearly bit down onto my lip, wondering what on earth I had been thinking.

Swallowing it down, I looked over my shoulder, and Rhys stared at me, gaze molten and dark as slowly, a slight smirk made his lips curve, playful and mischievous.

"Is that a challenge, darling?"

My breath caught in my throat, and my heart swerved sharply.

I blinked, then I shrugged softly, smiling back cheekily. "I don't know, is it?"

Rhys breathed a deep chuckle and leaned forward, and I felt myself freeze when his warm breath brushed over my lips. Then he gently nudged his nose against the side of mine and mumbled, his lips almost brushing my cheek: "Careful." He pulled back just enough to stare at me, his violet iris reflecting the sky as they dragged over mine, twinkling. "I don't lose."

"First time for everything,", I whispered back breathily, feeling my heart rise into my throat, and Rhys slowly started to smile.

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💜 starshine 💜

Rhysand x Reader

part I part II part III part IV part V part VI

summary: by luck or fate, Rhys stumbles upon a stranger.

notes: this has been swirling around my mind for ages.

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When the wards were breached, I raised my head.

A tingle went down my spine as I felt the presence, powerful but wavering, and for a second, I could feel golden light rise around me and power hum under my skin, ready to take on any intruder.

But something kept me. Something about the presence that didn't feel ill-intended or threatening, instead warm and powerful.

Quietly slipping down the hall, I soundlessly moved down the stairs, skipping the step that creaked – and froze a little when I saw the male in the living room. He was leaning against the big sofa, one hand pressed against his chest, his breath rattling slightly when he raised his head to look around the room. His dark hair was tousled, some strands sticking to his forehead that glistened with sweat, his face contorted into a grimace that caused me to move without really thinking, and his gaze shot towards me just as I stepped off the stairs. His eyes narrowed, and I wasn't sure if it was because his vision was swimming or because he was seizing me up.

“Who are you?”

His deep, slighty strained voice sounded very demanding for someone who seemed close to collapsing, and I huffed.

“Who am -”, I furrowed my brows incredulously, “who are you?”

The male shifted, and for a second, pain flashed over his features. “I am looking for Kane.”

I tipped my head to the side. “Well, then you are a decade late. He died.”

The male's jaw clenched, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a second, pushing off the couch, but when he took a step, he staggered, and feeling my eyes widen a little, I quickly dove forward, catching him.

A wave of pain hit me, so violent, I felt my breath stagger for a second.

“What the -” Quickly, I looked up at him with widened eyes and pressed my hand over the one on his chest, something skipping against my ribs at the feeling of something sticky under my fingers.

“I need a healer.” The male's voice was strained, and he seemed to have difficulty to open his eyes, his teeth clenched. His scent rose into my nose.

“Really?”, I shot back, my heart pounding against my ribs, my voice a little too breathless to sound indignant.

For a second, I just stared up at the male, feeling the conflict raging in my chest as his weight seemed to sink on me more with every second. Then I pressed my lips together in frustration.

Damn it.

“Come on.” I started pushing him forward towards the big oak table. The male groaned under his breath when I hauled him onto the polished surface, his hand slipping a little from his chest, and I felt my stomach turn.

The gash in the male's chest looked like someone had tried to dig his heart out. The edge of the wound had turned a vibrant green, and I barely managed to keep myself from making a face.

“Shit,”, I whispered under my breath.

“That sounds omnious.” The male's voice rattled, but somehow, he managed to sound conversationally. His body was burning up when I placed my left hand on his forehead, the right pressed over the wound to slow the outflow of blood.

“It's poison.” Breathing out, I slipped my other hand over the wound as well. “Alright, I'll have to get it out before healing you, which is going to hurt.”

The male's jaw tightened, eyes squeezed shut tightly as he nodded curtly and pressed: “Do it.”

“Alright.” I swallowed and raised my hands over the wound, palms down and fingers spread apart.

Warmth spread through my skin. Golden whisps of light formed around my hands, swirling through the gaps between my fingers, growing brighter. I could feel the magic pulsing through my arms, spreading through my body until it was vibrating in every fiber of my being as the golden light engulfed the male's body until he was glowing softly.

Breathing out, I focused, and the male's eyes flew open.

A low, guttural sound tore from his throat that made the hairs at the back of my neck stand up. His body started writhing, fingers clawing at the table as the poison fought against my magic. I could feel it pulse, angry and destructive, trying to fight by pulling itself deeper into his body, and the male gave a pressed roar of pain.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,”, I whispered under my breath, feeling my voice break a little as I tried to blend out his agonised screams that seemed to rip at my chest. My fingers started shaking, and with a low sound of defiance, I forced my magic forward.

The male breathed in raggedly as green mist slowly rose from the wound, hissing and steaming as I slowly drew the poison from his body. His thrashing slowly died away, the mist disappearing into thin air, leaving nothing behind but a slightly foul stench.

When the last bit of poison had evaporated, the glow of magic vanished from around the male's body, and hastily, I moved forward, pressing my hands onto his chest, and my heart jumped into my throat when I couldn't feel a heartbeat.

“No, no, come on.” Quickly, I closed my eyes and focused.

My fingers started to tingle, warmth like a flame building under my palms. Then pain shot through my chest, blinding and all consuming.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I barely suppressed the urge to whimper, squeezing my eyes shut tightly tightly and trying to breathe. The world seemed to sway a little as dark swallowed my vision.

Clenching my jaw, I focused on my hands, the heat under my palms growing stronger as I could see golden light behind my closed lights. Then, very slowly, the wound started to close under my fingers.

The pain in my chest grew number the more I knitted together the skin under hands, my fingers moving to beckon the magic forward, guide it.

When the last bit of skin patched itself together, I breathed in sharply, pulling my hands back and quickly opening my eyes, just to catch a glimpse at the last traces of a long scar on the male's torso until it vanished, nothing was left but even skin.

The male's eyes flew open, and he inhaled deeply, his chest rising.

A relieved sigh left me as something skipped harshly against my ribs, and quickly, I leaned forward to place my hand on the side of the male's neck, tracking his pulse. My heart thumped into my throat until I could feel his own, steady and firmly beating against his chest, and when I turned my eyes, my gaze met another.

Something shifted in my chest, and I felt my lips curve into a cheeky smile.

“Hello.”

The male on the table blinked slowly. His eyes were striking, violet like a galaxy in a night sky, dragging lazily over my face like he was still slightly dazed. Then his brows furrowed a little.

“Have I died?”

His deep voice sounded rough, but a lot more relaxed, and a small laugh bubbled in my chest when I grinned down at him. “No; I think I would've caught that.”

The male stared at me, one corner of his lips slowly curving upwards.

“Can you sit?” I moved back, and the male blinked before slowly pushing himself up, my hand stretching out to catch him just in case.

Sliding his legs over the edge of the table, he slowly got to his feet until he was standing. Now that he wasn't doubled over in pain anymore, he was towering over me by more than a foot.

Tipping my head back to look up at him, I could feel my breath almost hitch when for the first time, I actually looked at him.

Inky black hair, wavy and still tousled, a face with a strong jaw and cheekbones that were prominent in just the right way. The shadow of a crease in his cheek caused by the way one corner of his lips rose just the tiniest bit as his eyes moved over my face in return, like he, too, was catalogising me curiously. Tendrils of black tattoos that barely rose over the collar of his dark shirt, above strong shoulders and a broad chest –

“Want me to stay still so you can stare a little longer, darling?”

Something skipped against my ribs at the lazy grin the male sent me, his eyes twinkling mischievously, and I huffed, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“Well. At least you're funny.”

“Darling, I'm far more than just that.” The male sent me a wink, his smile widening, and I slowly grinned back.

“Idiotic?”

The male stared at me, his eyes dancing with his smirk. “Ouch.”

“Well, it seems like the only explanation; you turned up here with a poisoned rip in your chest, one doesn't get that without being idiotic.” I narrowed my eyes contemplatively. “Let me guess, cause was something with claws…”

The male's eyes twinkled. “I'm afraid I can't disclose that, darling.”

“Cause it was stupid?” I raised my brows.

The male slowly started to smile, causing creases to dig into his cheeks. “Maybe I was selflessly trying to save a lady in distress.”

I snorted, raising my brows even further as I leaned forward conspirationally and whispered, eyes widening: “Or maybe it was stupid…”

The male's lips curved when he stared down at me with a growing twinkle in his violet iris, and I grinned a little, tipping my head to the side as I considered him for a second. Then I narrowed my eyes.

“What's your name?”

The male looked like he was contemplating his answer for a second. Then he blinked, mischief flashing through his eyes as they twinkled at me.

“Rhysand.” He bowed his head a little, his lips curving as he straightened again. “But you may call me Rhys.”

“Rhysand…”, I echoed slowly, squinting in thought. “Isn't there a High Lord by that name?”

The male's smile became wicked. “There is.”

I hummed, feeling my lips begin to rise cheekily as I turned around, throwing him a look over my shoulder.

“But that can't be you, now can it? Because,”, I tipped my head to the side and raised my brows a little, “Rhysand is the High Lord of the Night Court… and we -,”, turning back around to face him, I slowly smiled crookedly as I stared at him, “are in Spring.”

Rhys' eyes twinkled as he watched me, then he narrowed his eyes. “You know, I was always under the impression that most healers are from Dawn.”

Something skipped lightly against my ribs. Slowly beginning to smile cheekily, I shrugged.

“They are.”

The male's lips curved into a light smirk as he slipped his hands into his pockets, beginning to saunter towards me.

"I was also under the impression that no healer, no matter where they are from –“, he raised his brows, his deep voice smooth and casual, “could draw poison from a wound with nothing but their own magic. They would all need something; a paste, a potion – because not even the most powerful healer would be able to summon the kind of magic an act like that would require.”

I felt my lips curve.

“Which begs the question…”, Rhysand stopped right on front of me, smile lazy but wicked, like a wolf on the prowl as his violet eyes dragged over my face. “Who or what – are you…?”

Staring up at him, I felt a cheeky grin tug at my lips. Then I squinted.

“Are you hungry?” I turned around, nodding. “I'm hungry.”

☆

I could feel Rhys´ eyes on my back as I carefully spooned the hot, steaming stew into a bowl before turning around and sliding it over the table towards where the male was sitting, reclined lazily as his gaze tracked my movements. He shifted when I handed him a spoon, the movement causing the torn front of his shirt to slip, revealing smooth, tanned skin over hard planes of muscle where not even an hour ago, a gaping, green tinged chasm had gaped.

Turning back around to fill another bowl, I picked up a spoon for myself before pulling the chair next to Rhys' back with my foot and sitting down, folding my legs up and blowing away the steam rising from the stew. Then I raised my eyes, only to find the male watching me. His bowl was untouched.

I huffed, feeling my lips curl in amusement as I sent him a mischievous grin and raised my brows.

“I just saved your life, poisoning you right after would be a bit of a waste.”

Rhys' lips curved upwards as his eyes dragged over my face. “You didn't know who I was before.”

I grinned softly, dunking my spoon into the stew. “I knew what you were the second you stepped through the front door.” Throwing him a look, I felt my lips rise into a crooked smile at the way his eyes narrowed.

“I could feel you. Your powers.” I shrugged. “If I really wanted you dead, I would've just killed you then instead of wasting energy on healing you.” I smirked a little. “Or I would've just stalled for a minute and you would have died all on your own.”

One corner of Rhys' lips curved upwards, but he didn't move.

I waited for a second, then I breathed out, staring at him.

Gods damned stubborn High Lord.

“You need to eat something.” My eyes moved over his face, the light crinkle around his violet eyes as they tracked over mine in return. “I may have gotten the poison out of your body, but that doesn't mean it didn't drain a whole lot of energy from you before. You need to eat, and then, you need to sleep.”

Leaning forward, I carefully spooned some of the stew out of his bowl, grumbling under my breath: “Otherwise you'll be hanging around here for the next century.” Gently blowing away the steam, I straightened up, carefully sipping the hot liquid off the spoon.

Rhys stared at me for another moment, a light twinkle growing in his eyes. Then he reached for his spoon. Before he dunked it into his bowl, he looked up at me.

“You never told me your name.”

“I know.” Wrapping my fingers around the warm bowl, I sent him a cheeky grin. When he just stared at me, I giggled softly.

“I'm Y/N.”

Rhys' eyes flickered over my face, and they narrowed, just a bit.

“Y/N.” His iris twinkled.

I huffed, and the male grinned before finally beginning to eat.

☆

The night air was soft, the breeze warm as it brushed over my arms. Watching the few stars twinkling in the dark sky, I looked over my shoulder when I heard footsteps and narrowed my eyes.

“I thought I told you to go to sleep.”

Rhys' violet eyes twinkled like the night sky when he leaned into the open doors, casually slipping his hands into his pockets. He had fixed his shirt, now wearing another, similar to the one before and leaving a sliver of the planes of his chest exposed. There were light crinkles around his eyes when he raised his brows.

“I guess people have been right when they told me I am terrible at following orders.”

I huffed and turned back around, but I could feel my lips curve as I mumbled drily: “Let me guess: It's because you're too used to giving them.”

Cool air whispered over me, bringing with it the scent of chilled nights and jasmine, then something warm brushed my side, and when I raised my head, Rhys took a seat next to me, his eyes glowing in the soft light of the garden when he sent me a smirk. “Maybe.”

Grumbling, I pulled my knees closer.

With a chuckle, Rhysand looked up at the sky, the stars reflecting in his eyes. Then he threw me a look. “You saved my life today.”

I felt one side of my lips turn up. “Yes, I think we have established that.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Rhys' gaze move over my face.

“Why?”

I shrugged. “Why not?”

The male's eyes pierced the side of my face as he watched me silently.

For a second, I looked up into the sky, then I exhaled, rolling my eyes a little even though I couldn't contain the amused twitch of my lips.

“I don't want anything from you.” I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. “If that's what you are wondering.” Shaking my head a little, I looked back up at the sky.

“I didn't do this because I want something from you.” Tilting my head and breathing out slowly, I felt something tug gently in my chest when I mumbled softly: “You were dying. I was able to prevent that. It's that simple.”

For a moment, I could feel Rhys stare at me, could feel his violet eyes pierce the side of my face. Then his deep, velvety voice traced over my skin.

“And here I was, thinking the Dark Fae were ruthless and cruel.”

My heart skipped high once, getting lodged into my throat.

I blinked before turning my head, only to find him watching me already, one corner of his lips curved upwards as he stared at me.

Returning his gaze, I felt something shift in my chest, soft and warm, and slowly, I could feel one corner of my lips rose.

“Strange.” I smiled cheekily, squinting in thought. “From what I've heard, people think the same thing about the High Lord of the Night Court.”

Rhys' violet eyes twinkled wickedly.

“Who says they're wrong?”

I shrugged, grinning crookedly. “You.”

Rhys' brows twitching for just a second, his eyes flickering over my face, and I smiled softly.

“I can feel it. That you're not what everyone believes you are. Though I'm not quite sure yet why you still don't correct that opinion.” I blinked. “I don't know how I know, I just – do. It is difficult to explain, how this works, but –“ I hesitated for a second before breathing out. “I feel people. Their presence. It's -” I furrowed my brows, trying to find the right words. “It's like I can sense them.”

One corner of Rhys' lips rose. “And what do I feel like?”

“You mean apart from annoying and cocky?”

The male smirked slowly, and I grinned back before slowly exhaling, focusing, and my heart skipped gently.

“I can feel your power,”, I whispered. “Not violent or destructive, just – strong. Like a hum. You feel – steady. A little pained, a little bruised. But warm.”

A warm breeze whispered through the leaves of the bushes, gently brushing over my skin. I could feel Rhys' eyes, and when I raised my head, something shifted in my chest.

The High Lord stared at me like he was fighting not to swallow. Then he blinked, and his voice sounded a bit rough when he mumbled: “I think your feelings might be deceiving you, darling.”

My heart tightened as my throat closed up a little, but I tried not let it show, instead smiling lopsidedly.

“They're not. They never are.” My eyes flickered over his face, and I barely suppressed the urge to swallow when I offered him a soft smile and whispered: “I think you're just not really looking.”

Rhys' eyes moved over mine, and something shimmered in his iris when he mumbled back softly, his deep voice raspy: “How can you be sure?”

I felt my lips curve. “I can feel you. Your emotions.”

Rhys seemed to tense a little.

“Emotions are the strongest tell of what kind of person someone is.” I wrapped my arms closer around my knees, furrowing my brows a little. “Even if people try to hide them, they seep through. Some people are more guarded, and I need physical contact to feel them. Their emotions need to be raging for me to feel them without it. Others are feeling so openly, so strongly, I just need to be near them to feel what they're feeling.” I blinked before looking over at Rhys.

“Feeling someone's emotions gives me a sense of who they are. Because we can't control our emotions. We can control thoughts, or words, but never feelings.” I smiled crookedly. “Not really.” I watched him, feeling something thrum gently against my ribs.

“You're good. You may not believe it. You may feel like you're drowned by doubt and guilt, like you're not deserving. But you are.” I shrugged, sending him a soft grin. “You can look, if you want. See what I'm seeing.”

Rhys stared at me. He looked a bit like I had whacked him across the head, lips slightly agape and eyes swimming with a mix of emotion so tangled, it was hard to discern them. But then he blinked, his throat working like he held back the urge to swallow, and his gaze became clearer, the corner of his lips rising as it flickered over my face.

Smiling softly, I turned back ahead, breathing out slowly as I looked up at the sky.

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