#that’s not really the point after you’re boiled alive and essentially raped by the magic crockpot

[dippedinmelancholy]

Something about both Nesta and Elain having dreams of the continent and of travel in some capacity. The freedom and utter fucking dream of a woman in the era the human realms (and honestly the fae realms too) having the funds and freedom to do so, how rare it is as women have very little place outside of homemakers and wives. Nesta and Elain both having dreams of finding themselves and happiness after a childhood of trauma of watching their mother die horribly, their father broken, and losing everything they ever had with truly their only hope of escape being marriage. Nesta and Elain finally on the cusp of reaching for their dreams, of having the space to find themselves and their dreams without the terror of starvation and endlessly cold winters that brought the threat of death every year. Nesta and Elain, taken from their beds by cruel soldiers who mocked and abused them. Nesta and Elain, nothing more than pawns in Hybern’s attempt to get allies in the human realms. Nesta and Elain watching their dreams shatter into nothingness as they are violated, boiled alive, reshaped into a thing that once enslaved their entire race of people. Nesta and Elain, shoved into a home high reaching into the skies with no escape, no contact with their sister, surrounded by the monstrous race that enslaved them, both victims to this new, horrible alien power in their veins. Nesta and Elain, pawns to their sister and her new “family”, only welcome as long as they play nicely. Nesta and Elain, stripped of their dreams, watching everything they once wanted ripped away. Nesta and Elain, beautiful and immortal, but nothing more than pawns against the men they never asked to be connected to. Nesta and Elain, who’s stomachs don’t tremble in hunger, but a new starvation settled deep in the marrow of their bones, a hunger that will never be sated, because they will forever be pawns to these fae monsters. Forever trapped. Forever indebted.

There’s no freedom for those the cauldron reshapes. Only death and a place in a game they never wanted to play. There are no dreams now, only hunger for what they will never have again. They will never see the world, they will never know what freedom tastes like. There is no escape from the sins of their childhood, no escape from the men or court a monstrous entity tied them to without permission. There is only expectation and the death of all they were.