#the entire ACOWAR chapter that's has Feyre be like Mor why are you edging on Azriel like that and she finally replies BECAUSE I LIKE FEMALES

[alicentsaegon]

In light of Pride Month i just want to point out that SJM is such a bad writer and her rep is so poorly handled that people still think that Morrigan is bisexual

[offtorivendell]

The Significance of Elain and a Cup of Tea 🍵

Do not screenshot this post.

Disclaimer: these are my own interpretations, and obviously not canon - though I do think that the text supports Elain and Azriel ending up together. I'm sure I'm not the first to see this connection, but I had fun writing it, so... here you go.

It's another long one, sorry. Again, maybe go and make yourself a cuppa first.

In stories that involve Seers, they often read tea leaves, using the patterns they leave at the bottom of a tea cup to predict the future.

Elain, a Seer Made by the Cauldron, seems to have an interesting relationship with tea - it symbolises her/her life, and her reactions to her surroundings while she's written with a cup of tea appear to predict her own future.

The tea predicted Elain being Made

Elain lifted her teacup. “Whatever the reason, Feyre, we are happy to see you. Alive. We thought you were—” I pulled my hood back before she could go on. Elain’s teacup rattled in its saucer as she noticed my ears. My longer, slender hands—the face that was undeniably Fae. “I was dead,” I said roughly. “I was dead, and then I was reborn—remade.” Elain set her shivering teacup onto the low-lying table between us. Amber liquid splashed over the side, pooling in the saucer.

- Feyre, ACOMAF, chapter 23

When Feyre, together with Rhys, Azriel and Cassian, visited her family's estate in the human lands, Elain (and Nesta) discovered that Feyre had been Made into a high fae after she died at Amarantha's hands. They are grateful that she's alive - they'd understandably thought otherwise, but rattled by her transformation.

More water than seemed possible dumped out in a cascade. Black, smoke-coated water. And Elain, as if she’d been thrown by a wave, washed onto the stones facedown.

Alive, she had to be alive, had to have wanted to live— Elain sucked in a breath...

Elain’s ears were now pointed beneath her sodden hair.

Elain was still shivering on the wet stones...

From however Elain had been Made… Nesta was different.

- Feyre, ACOMAF, chapter 65

Later on in ACOMAF, after it is revealed that Elain and Nesta were kidnapped by the King of Hybern, Elain is lifted into the Cauldron by the Hybern soldiers, then washed over the edge a Made being, left shivering on the stone floor; in her relief that Elain was alive, Feyre noticed her newly pointed ears - a direct call back to Elain's reaction to seeing Feyre for the first time since she was Made. Feyre was shocked, this time around, and Elain was shivering on the stone ground, as opposed to her tea cup on the low-lying table.

The tea predicted Elain's failed engagement to Graysen

Nesta looked to Elain, still silent and wide-eyed. The tea she’d prepared—the finest, most exotic tea money could buy—sat undisturbed on the table. Elain thumbed the iron ring on her finger. “It is your choice,” Nesta said with unusual gentleness. For her, Nesta would go to Prythian. Elain swallowed, a doe caught in a snare. “I—I can’t. I …”

- Feyre, ACOMAF, chapter 57

Elain, raised to be a fine lady, the prettiest (most exotic) of the Archeron sisters, will eventually lose the life for which she was "prepared," and is left "undisturbed on the table," i.e. Graysen, represented here by the iron engagement ring that he gave to Elain, refused to marry her after she was Made against her will. The ring is also important in that Elain spends a lot of her time in ACOWAR touching it, while she mourned what she lost with Graysen.

Her too-thin shoulders seemed to curve inward. “No one ever does. No one ever looked—not really.” A bramble of words. Her voice strained to a whisper. “He did. He saw me. He will not now.”

- Lucien, ACOWAR, chapter 24

Here Elain predicted, heartbreakingly, that Graysen would refuse to See her again - that her being Made fae would prevent him from not just loving her, but identifying with her. There are a couple of great analyses out there that discuss whether and why Elain truly loved Graysen, but what we cannot deny is that they shared a goal, and that goal gave her purpose.

All of that aside, I think we can all agree - his loss!

The tea predicted that there was nothing wrong with Elain

Nesta, sharp-eyed in the corner, had kept quiet. After a long minute, Madja asked us to join her in fetching Elain a cup of tea—with a pointed glance to the door. We both took the invitation and left our sister in her sunlit room.

“What do you mean, nothing is wrong with her?” Nesta hissed under her breath as the ancient female braced a hand on the stair railing to help herself down. I kept beside the healer, a hand in easy reach of her elbow, should she need it.

“What I mean,” Madja said at last, sizing up Nesta, then me, “is that I can find nothing wrong with her. Her body is fine—too thin and in need of more food and fresh air, but nothing amiss. And as for her mind … I cannot enter it.”

- Feyre, ACOWAR, chapter 28

Madja, the Night Court's chief healer, informed Feyre and Nesta that there is nothing she can find wrong with Elain, other than a lack of food, which she is still refusing at this time. Nesta's words, to me, symbolised the concern that the IC and Lucien have for Elain - they're not 100% sure that she came out of the Cauldron with a sound mind - but Madja reiterated her point: there is nothing medically wrong with Elain, and she cannot enter her mind.

Is it because Madja is not a daemati, or something else entirely?

The tea appears to predict a failed relationship - and potentially a false bond - with Lucien

She’d [Jesminda] seen him not as a High Lord’s seventh son, but as a male. Had loved him without question, without hesitation. She had chosen him. Elain had been… thrown at him. He glanced toward the tea service spread on a low-lying table nearby.

Forced his hands to be steady while he poured himself a cup of tea and sat in the chair opposite Nesta’s vacated one.

For a long moment, Elain’s face did not shift, but those eyes seemed to focus a bit more. “Lucien,” she said at last, and he clenched his teacup to keep from shuddering at the sound of his name on her mouth.

But Elain blinked slowly. “You were in Hybern.” “Yes.” It was all he could say. “You betrayed us.”

She did not love him, want him, need him. Another male’s bride. A mortal man’s wife. Or she would have been.

- Lucien, ACOWAR, chapter 24

The only time we've had Lucien’s POV (so far) in this series is significant, in that he almost immediately compared Elain to Jesminda, his late first love, and he mused that, while Jesminda had chosen him, had loved him without hesitation, Elain had been thrown at him - very romantic - and she certainly goes on to hesitate in any interactions she has with him. It follows, then, that Elain might not choose Lucien.

Additionally, Lucien forcing his hands to remain steady while pouring the tea, then clenching the tea cup (read: dealing with Elain), could be read as symbolic of the bond between them restricting them both. Lucien then went on to call Elain "another male's bride," which is (potentially, of course) Very Important.

Who might that other male be? We have our suspicions. 🦇

When discussing Elain's health, Madja said the following:

The ancient healer jerked her chin toward Lucien. “See what he can do. If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate.” “How.” The word was barely more than a barked command. I braced myself to warn Nesta to be polite, but Madja said to my sister, as if she were a small child, “The mating bond. It is a bridge between souls.”

- Feyre, ACOWAR, chapter 28

The beginning of chapter 29 in ACOWAR had Feyre experiencing "the most uncomfortable thirty minutes" that she could recall; Elain and Lucien were having tea, so that he could attempt to sense if "anything was amiss" - as Madja had instructed.

Lucien and Elain sat in stilted silence by the dim fireplace, an untouched tea service between them. I didn’t dare ask if he was trying to get into her head, or if he was feeling a bond similar to that black adamant bridge between Rhys’s mind and my own. If a normal mating bond felt wholly different.

A teacup rattled and rasped against a saucer, and Mor and I glanced over. Elain had picked up the teacup, and now sipped from it without so much as looking toward him. In the dining room across the hall, I knew Nesta was craning her neck to look.

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The sound [Amren in the other room] seemed to startle Elain, who swiftly set down her teacup. She rose to her feet, and Lucien shot to his. “I’m sorry,” he blurted. “What—what was that?” Mor put a hand on my knee to keep me from rising, too. “It—it was a tug. On the bond.”

Elain sidled toward Nesta, who seemed to be at a near-simmer. “It felt… strange,” Elain breathed. “Like you pulled on a thread tied to a rib.”

“There’s a bond—it’s a real thread,” he said, more to himself than us.

- Feyre, ACOWAR, chapter 29

The words that signify what is between Lucien and Elain here seem quite telling - stilted, dim, untouched - a call back to the "undisturbed" tea service that Elain laid out for their meeting with the queens, which foreshadowed the end of her relationship with Graysen.

The stilted silence and dim fireplace suggest that there is no communication down their "bond," and that they lack the fire of other truly mated couples. More specifically, they could be referring to Feyre/Rhys (bond communication) and Nesta/Cassian (fire between them). Will touch play an important role in Elain's eventual romance?

Elain sipped her tea - read: will live her life - without looking to Lucien at all, while Nesta, Feyre and Mor all watched her/them. Feyre took a moment to wonder if a "normal mating bond" felt different to what she shares with Rhys, not knowing that what Elain and Lucien have may not be normal at all.

Not long after this, Lucien attemped to reach Elain down the "thread" (singular) of their bond and startled her; Elain quickly stood up, then shared that her bond felt strange - almost as if she was answering Feyre's thought. A "normal" mating bond should not feel "strange." What is wrong with the bond between Lucien and Elain? He was unable to sense anything, as Madja said a true mate would, and a little later on, Azriel figured out that Elain was a Seer.

I found my sister in the kitchen, watching the kettle scream. “He’s not staying for tea,” I said. No sign of Nuala or Cerridwen. Elain simply removed the kettle from the heat.

I knew I wasn’t truly angry with her, not angry with anyone but myself, but I said, “You couldn’t say a single word to him? A pleasant greeting?”

Elain only stared at the steaming kettle as she set it on the stone counter.

“He brought you a present.”

Those doe-brown eyes turned toward me. Sharper than I’d ever seen them. “And that entitles him to my time, my affections?”

“No.” I blinked. “But he is a good male.” Despite our harsh words. Despite this Band of Exiles bullshit. “He cares for you.”

“He doesn’t know me.”

“You don’t give him the chance to even try to do so.”

Her mouth tightened, the only sign of anger in her graceful countenance. “I don’t want a mate. I don’t want a male.” She wanted a human man.

- Feyre, ACOFAS, chapter 18

I felt like this passage is partly prediction, and partly a way for SJM to let us into Elain's head; for Elain to speak her truths. A couple of lines did stand out to me, though:

I read Elain "watching the kettle scream" as synonymous with what must have been going on in her head at the time. Scream is an odd choice of word, as most would describe a kettle as whistling. As an aside, there is an interesting parallel that exists with Azriel, in his bonus chapter of ACOSF, where being with Elain makes the noise in his head quiet down.

Elain staring at the steaming kettle seemed to indicate that she might be evaluating her life - could the steam be a metaphor for the mist she will have to See through to find the fourth Dread Trove item? Lucien "not staying for tea" (read: Elain's life) sounded like confirmation (to me, of course) that they will not pursue a romantic relationship together.

Elain’s declaration that Lucien doesn't know her, and that he cannot buy her time or affection with gifts is *chef's kiss* good, though please don't read this as anti Lucien - it's more anti Feyre's poor choice of words.

I have discussed '"I don't want a mate. I don’t want a male.” She wanted a human man.' here, in depth, but a quick summary is that I think Elain wants someone to See all of her, including her humanity, and that her humanity will probably be helpful with her future love interest.

The tea appears to predict Elain's eventual relationship with Azriel, and maybe even a mating bond

She looked away [from Lucien]—toward the windows. “I can hear your heart,” she said quietly. He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he said nothing, and drained his tea, even as it burned his mouth. “When I sleep,” she murmured, “I can hear your heart beating through the stone.” She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. “Can you hear mine?” He wasn’t sure if she truly meant to address him, but he said, “No, lady. I cannot.” Her too-thin shoulders seemed to curve inward. “No one ever does. No one ever looked—not really.” A bramble of words. Her voice strained to a whisper. “He did. He saw me. He will not now.”

- Lucien, ACOWAR, chapter 24

Firstly, and so significantly, Elain looked away from Lucien, and towards the windows, instead. We know that, earlier in that scene, Elain was talking to Feyre about being able to see the sea from where she sat, but I think that when Elain is mentioned as being around tea, her words tend to take on a deeper meaning - I interpreted this as Elain removing herself from the conversation she'd been having with Lucien. The next words out of her mouth, then - that "In my sleep, I hear your heart beating through the stone," appear to be spoken not to Lucien, but someone else.

Who do we know who always seems to be looking out windows to the garden, in search of Elain? Who could potentially be flying over Velaris, to or from the House of Wind? It looks like our flower grower might have started the trend!

Who sleeps at the House of Wind, where Elain and Nesta also stay? Aside from Lucien as a guest, there are two longterm residents. One of them is mated to Nesta, while the other one displays some strikingly familiar behaviour towards the middle Archeron sister.

Secondly, the tea burnt Lucien's mouth, then he thought to himself that there's a good chance Elain might not have been addressing him, may have intended to say that to someone else.

Lucien himself told us what was happening, which brings us to:

Elain sat silently at one of the wrought-iron tables, a cup of tea before her. Azriel was sprawled on the chaise longue across the gray stones, sunning his wings and reading what looked to be a stack of reports—likely information on the Autumn Court that he planned to present to Rhys once he’d sorted through it all. Already dressed for the Hewn City—the brutal, beautiful armor so at odds with the lovely garden. And my sister sitting within it. “Why not make them mates?” I mused. “Why Lucien?” “I’d keep that question from Lucien.”

- Feyre and Rhys, ACOWAR, chapter 24

In direct contrast to the tea that Elain and Lucien shared - stilted silence, dim fireplace, untouched tea service (i.e. their bond) - Elain and Azriel sit comfortably - we can assume, due to the lack of negative adjectives - in the sun, a cup of tea (read, once more: her life) "before her." The wrought iron table could potentially be symbolic; that Elain will be hammered into shape by the events of her life, ultimately becoming strong.

Elain is, however, "silent," which may have been indicating that she will spend some time not voicing her own wishes/being passive in her life - we have seen this throughout ACOWAR and ACOFAS, until ACOSF, where she finally started to speak up. It might also mean something else, which I mention further down.

Azriel is even sunning his wings. If you haven't seen it, this is how birds sun their wings - and they look hilariously comfy as they do.

Image source. Can someone please draw the Rhys/Cass/Az version of this?!). 😅

The pose makes them vulnerable; we know exactly how sensitive and possessive Illyrians are about their wings, and how private Azriel is in general, but he trusted Elain enough to expose himself (figuratively - and also, sort of literally) right from the start, just as Elain trusted his reactions at the first "family dinner," back in ACOMAF.

I discussed the relevance of how Elain, the sun, lays bare Azriel's shadows in this post, but the mutual trust and comfort here is, in my opinion, more evidence that Elain and Az share some sort of bond, be that mate or other, that makes him feel innately secure around her. Outside the Night Court, Rhys only ever showed his wings to Feyre, and while Azriel's wings can't be summoned at will like Rhys' can, the same principle stands - protect at all costs, so the parallel is there.

I also think Az may have been showing off his wings - just a wee bit. This is when Feyre uttered her iconic - and maybe prophetic - line, "Why not make them mates?" Feyre, who had thought from the start that Elain and Azriel would make a handsome pair. This is yet another parallel to a canonically mated pair, as we saw Cassian (not so) subtly showing off his wings to Nesta in chapter 29 of ACOWAR.

Oh, and Azriel knew Feyre was watching. So did Cassian. Perhaps they didn't care?

I know Elain x Azriel is not the most popular ship for either of them, but the evidence, to me, has been here all along - not just for a chosen relationship, but also a potential bond. Of course, this shouldn't stop people from shipping who they want. 🖤

The tea predicts that Feyre will become too overprotective of Elain

Rhys smiled at me over his shoulder. Enjoy your tea, you overbearing chaperone.

- Feyre, ACOWAR, chapter 29

" You think I stifle her?"

- Feyre (in response to Rhys), ACOSF, Feyre's bonus chapter

No matter who you ship, the one thing that almost everyone can agree on is that ACOSF demonstrated that Elain is frustrated with being coddled, protected, and not seen; she wants to grow, to come into her own and to have her help be both welcomed and valued.

Unresolved/potential predictions

The following are just bits of text that jumped out at me, that could hint at future events (or could end up being nothing, of course).

Elain thumbed the iron ring on her finger. “It is your choice,” Nesta said with unusual gentleness.

- Feyre, ACOMAF, chapter 57

A hint that Elain's story will be revolve around her making her own choices, both in terms of her love interest and role within the Night Court.

"And as for her mind… I cannot enter it.”

- Feyre, ACOWAR, chapter 28

Elain apparently has an impenetrable mind - will this be important when she deals with Koschei, the queens and other future enemies? Is she an anti-daemati?

But Elain blinked slowly. “You were in Hybern.” “Yes.” It was all he could say. “You betrayed us.”

- Lucien, ACOWAR, chapter 24

Future foreshadowing?! I really, really hope not.

Slow blinkers tend to have quick reflexes, let's hope that this is suggesting Elain will be quick on her feet.

Elain sat silently at one of the wrought-iron tables, a cup of tea before her. Azriel was sprawled on the chaise longue across the gray stones, sunning his wings and reading what looked to be a stack of reports...

- Feyre, ACOWAR, chapter 24

Will Elain become involved with Azriel's spy service, or work with him in some capacity? Spies must be able to stay silent, to keep secrets - and we know from ACOSF that Elain is adept at secret keeping.

[rwolf19]

Garden - An Elucien Fic

Length: 2379

Rating: T, SFW

Next | The Pull (Nessian) | Star of Spring

A/N: I'm back with more I-should-be-asleep-but-I'm-writing 'cause my crush is coming over in a few to watch some Hobbit so I'm awake. This is an Elucien fic (no shit, right?) that takes place a little before my Nessian fic but still post-ACOWAR. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to continue The Pull -- not like I already wrote the next chapter or anything ;)

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They did a lot of quiet sitting. Lucien seemed happy to sit and read in her presence and Elain . . . didn't mind at all. Every so often he would get up to do something in another room (she pretended not to watch as he moved) and return only to sit some place else, closer to her. She didn't mind that either.

 Elain did not want to be forward. She didn't know how many people Lucien had been with. She didn't know if any had been as quiet as her. She felt like she didn't know anything about his life before her. Feyre had given her a quiet warning not to talk about Tamlin, who Elain was perpetually confused about. She didn't even know how many hundreds of years old Lucien was, or if he was just fifty years old. She wondered when fifty years old had become young to her.

Elain never, never tried to use her abilities to see Lucien. Not once. She didn't want to know. She wasn't brave like Nesta and Feyre. She'd rather pretend to be as normal as a human-turned-faerie could be. Considering her models were her sisters, she was struggling.

Elain finished a chapter and fitted a book marker Azriel had found for her between the pages. Lucien was watching her over his own book, not at all discreetly. She hoped she wasn't as obvious about her staring whenever he got up. She didn't mind his eyes on her, she just didn't know if he didn't like it when she watched him. She didn't want to upset him.

"I'm going up to the garden," she said softly.

Lucien nodded, "Would . . . would you like me to join you?"

Elain nodded back, biting her lip. She never asked him to come with her. She didn't want him to feel obligated to accompany her. But if he wanted to, if he offered, that was different. He closed his book and set it down on top of hers, offering his arm. Elain took it, looking away from him down to the floor. They went upstairs together, chatting amicably about their books.

"You know, it's a little odd, actually," Lucien chuckled. "Feyre recommended it to me."

"She understands people so easily," Elain sighed. She was never sure of what someone else thought, of her or anything else. She just wanted them to be happy and she could do that with little things. She liked little things, flowers and the tiny birds that flitted through the small fruit trees, smiles from strangers and a friendly face. So, she thought, at least some people must be happy with those things too.

"You believe the best of people," Lucien said. "Not enough do."

Elain met his eyes for a heart beat as they paused near the door to the roof. "You think that's a good thing?"

Lucien smiled, "I think it's a wonderful thing. And . . . I'd like to see you keep believing the best of people."

"You don't think I will?"

He chuckled, a low rumbling that Elain liked. She had learned all sorts of male laughs lately, what with Feyre's Court, but she enjoyed Lucien's most. She didn't know if it was because they were mates or because it sounded so genuinely amused. "You've already seen a war, Elain. If that hasn't shaken you, I don't want to know what will."

Elain liked the way he said her name, too. His voice in general. She kissed his cheek before she could convince herself not to and skipped out to her garden. She also liked that he had faith in the part of her that she was so scared would leave her. Everyone spoke of how kind she was and said she was a sweetheart (though they said it differently than Cassian did when he crooned in at her sister). She feared waking up one day and finding herself taking joy in other's misery. The closest she'd ever come to that was stabbing someone in the neck. She didn't particularly want to do it again, though.

Elain pulled weeds that shouldn't have been able to find their way to the rooftop garden. She suspected the birds of carrying seeds. Lucien tried to help. He knew enough not to accidentally uproot her flowers. He missed some, though. Elain paused as she touched a late blooming flower. She could hear ten thousand roots pushing into the ground, Lucien's steady heart and breathing, the City of Starlight's bustling.

"Elain?" He was touching her arm gently where she knelt. She leaned back into him, touching her head gently. It was all so much sometimes. She still was adjusting to her new form and gifts. Things came to her so vaguely. She couldn't think over the plants' rustling. The wind was howling, louder and louder. "Elain," Lucien's warm breath tickled her brow as he pulled her hair back with hands that felt even larger than usual. He shifted to kneel in front of her carefully. She tried to find his eyes. She could hear the not-russet one whirring and clicking. His heart beat was becoming faster. "Elain, are you all right?" She closed her eyes, trying to keep the sun from burning her eyes. She could hear worms twisting in the earth, the same way they had twisted through bodies not long ago. "My mother is a lot like you," Lucien said quietly. "She has powers no one expected of her and she is so incredibly kind. But my father, he doesn't care about her kindness. After he gets what he wants from her, he doesn't care at all. He has the power to control flames too, but there isn't a thing about him that's warm. My mother, on the other hand, was the warmest personality I ever knew, until, that is, I met you. My father hasn't actively strived to smother her kindness, but it has been happening for centuries regardless. You've never had a soul do that to you. And I want to keep anyone from trying, purposefully or not."

"Did you tell Nesta that?" Elain murmured. She looked up at him finally. She hadn't realized how much she was shaking until she saw her hand on his shoulder, twitching.

"Nesta won't hear more than three words out of my mouth before she attacks me or leaves the room," Lucien smiled but he looked the same way he did when he was tired after a long night of Feyre's Court bickering.

"I'm sorry," Elain whispered.

"You're still adjusting to- to everything. You have nothing to apologize for," Lucien's brows scrunched so that there was a line between them. Elain liked it. It seemed very human.

Wings boomed above them, and Elain looked up. Feyre, Azriel, Rhysand, and Cassian dropped down from the sky, landing one after another. Lucien helped Elain to her feet, and she wiped her hands on the skirt of her dress without thinking.

"How my garden?" Rhys called.

"Your garden? Elain takes care of it," Feyre shoved him, pausing to flare her wings out in the sun with a sigh. Rhys dragged a finger down her wing and she gasped.

"My house."

"Our house."

"You make house payments?”

"I didn't realize you make house payments," Feyre said slowly, eyes narrowing in confusion.

"The plants would all be dead without Elain," Lucien called bluntly. She murmured a denial and hid behind him slightly.

"Elain's garden," Azriel nodded, offering her one of his small smiles. She returned it before looking to the door, waiting. Ten seconds later, Nesta burst through it. She stopped once through the door, taking in the winged troop before her. She and Cassian each took a step toward one another before stopping.

Elain was just mildly irritated with this. She had seen a nephew of hers, winged and dark haired and tanned. She just didn't know which of her sisters he belonged to and when he would arrive. It had been Mor holding him, clapping his hands together as she sang. But it wasn't Mor's child. She knew it more surely than she did most things that had already happened. Nesta turned to Feyre, "I take it flying is going well."

"Cassian nearly took her arm off training," Rhys grumbled. They all started moving toward Nesta and the door. She stepped aside to let them through. 

"She nearly decapitated me," Cassian protested from the back of the group. Azriel chuckled and ducked inside. Feyre followed.

"You taught me well, you should be proud," Feyre laughed.

"Proud my ass," Rhys muttered.

Cassian lingered to murmur something to Nesta even Elain couldn't hear. Nesta scowled and pushed him, though Elain thought she saw a blush redden her cheeks. Cassian chuckled and trailed her inside.

"Do you want to go in or stay out here?" Lucien asked, his hand finding the small of her back. He was very warm.

"I haven't done much gardening yet," Elain said quietly, looking down at her flowers. "You can join them, if you want."

"Would you rather I stay with you?" She found his eyes at this. He asked her more questions than any other being she'd met. She didn't know if it was because her sisters had scared him so terribly or if that was just his way. She found her fingers tracing the edges of his scar.

"You understand people better than I do," Elain whispered. "Do you know why they say mean things to one another and laugh about it?"

"No, not really. Mostly to show their friends they like them, as far as I know," Lucien smiled, his hand sliding across her back slightly. She was very close to him. "But it is good fun."

"Flowers don't do that," Elain said, not entirely sure why she was talking. He was looking at her . . . She couldn't explain it.

"They certainly don't," he admitted. His hair was pulled back. It looked bright and lively in the sun.

"You're rude to others and dote on me too much," Elain tried. She was certain Cassian would've roared with laughter at her poor attempt at mimicry. Lucien just smiled wider.

"You spend too much time with flowers," Lucien said. Elain smiled to match him. He laughed and leaned down so his forehead touched hers. "I feel like a child again."

Elain giggled, "I think I might still be a child, compared to the rest of you."

"Not many children can boast of your aptitude for foliage."

"Foliage?" Elain gasped. "Foliage?!"

Lucien laughed harder, his shaking rolling through her.

"Well, Lucien," Elian's face heated. But Feyre would've said it to Rhys. And she wouldn't have even thought it a brave thing to say. And Elain wanted to say it, and she wanted to see how Lucien would react. "Not many children can boast of your aptitude for seducing females."

His laughter bubbled out. He was looking at her that way again. "I didn't realize my abilities applied to you."

The low way he spoke made Elain bite her lip and find safe haven in staring at his chin. She couldn't help it when her gaze drifted to his lips. She was still holding his face, still gently stroking the marred skin below his eye.

"Maybe you aren't as good at people as I thought," Elain murmured. Lucien smiled again, smaller and more predatory. Feyre would've called it 'male satisfaction.' Elain didn't mind it at all.

"I'm going to kiss you now, Elain," he breathed. She closed her eyes as he leaned closer until finally his lips met hers. He was soft and gentle, even when her hand slid back into his hair. As though they had all the time in the world, and they were the only ones in it. She felt it for the first time. The bond between them. Her joy was echoed and multiplied on the other side of it. She could hardly breathe by the time they pulled apart. Lucien touched his forehead to hers again, laughing quietly as she giggled.

"I haven't wanted to do that in a while," Lucien said.

"I thought I was more tantalizing than that," Elain pouted. He kissed her cheek gently, another laugh rumbling through him.

"You have no idea," Lucien promised.

"Tell me."

"Elain," Lucien coughed, pulling away from her slightly. Her hand drifted out of his hair down to his shoulder. She brushed at the nape of his neck with her fingertips lightly. "You'd think I was some kind of . . . uncontrolled beast."

"Tell me, mate," Elain said, watching him. His eyes widened slightly and he stared blankly at her, blinking several times. She liked to surprise Lucien, she decided.

"There are moments," Lucien sighed, leaning closer to her until his breath tickled her ear. She closed her eye again, listening to his voice. "Where I want nothing more than to throw you against the wall and tear your clothes off. And I have to think of what Nesta would do to me to stop myself from touching you."

"Are you really that scared of her?"

"I've considered alliances with Cassian to distract her, but I doubt he'd risk his own neck for me," Lucien chuckled.

"I'll talk to her," Elain kissed his jaw. He buried his head in her neck, breathing in the scent of her. She did the same. The scent of people was still such an odd thing to her. Yes, she could see and taste and hear so much better, but the scents were off putting. She could track Nesta and Feyre starting from where they'd been hours before. Lucien's scent was as warm and welcoming as his voice.

"Elain? Are you still-"

She pulled away from Lucien just slightly at her sister's voice. His hand hooked around her waist lightly. Feyre's eyes darted between Elain and Lucien. She neither smiled nor frowned. She just watched them for a moment. "Nesta is going to have a trip south of the- of Spring Court in about a month and a half," Feyre said plainly. "We're eating dinner at the House of Wind in a few minutes."

"Shall I get started on the steps?" Lucien asked drily.

"Cassian will come back for you," Feyre said, turning to go back inside. "Probably."

[tragically-broken]

Chapter 2/?: Second Chances

Ship: Nessian Type: Post ACOWAR Word Count: 1,287 Rating: T (possibly M/MA in the future.)

Thank you to @allthestarswecansee @rugrat-mama and @tefarulz for their encouragement!!! And a special s/o to @kiminicricket for being there during a momentary crisis when I thought my entire fic had been deleted....round of applause for Microsoft Word’s auto save am I right? 

I hope you all enjoy! 

chap.1

Holly hell was he nervous.

Like throw up for a decade nervous.

This was going to work.

It had to work.

The only noise to be heard was the slow “FWAP” of his scared wings marked with battle, bracing against the wind.

His wings will always be his most trusted ally.

They had carried him in and out of the most gruesome battles this world has ever seen.

Although knowing Nesta, this encounter could be worse than all those battles put together.

She has yet to hone the gifts the Cauldron gave her, but they hum beneath her skin, rising steadily to the surface.

One of these days the power within her will burst through.

He was praying to Cauldron that today would not be that day.

Landing in the House of Wind he took a deep breath.

He could do this.

He fumbled with the items in his hands.

Another deep breath.

He was one of the most powerful Illyrian warriors known to man and fae. He’s been through hell itself. He’s brought enemies to their knees, begging for mercy. Even his name breed fear across these lands.

*tap, tap, tap*

“Who is it?” She sounded more irritated than normal.

Fantastic.

“It’s Me…”

He knew she knew his voice. Hell she’d probably sensed him the moment he landed. Maybe even before then if his assumptions were correct…

“What are you doing here?”

There was slightly less bite to her words. Slightly.

“May I come in? I’d like to talk to you.”

Feet stomped their way to the door.

Then came the sliding of chains and knobs and keys.

Since when had Nesta had so many locks?

Feeling slightly ashamed that he hadn’t known about all these locks he took a step closer.

“What the hell do you want?”

“I’d like to-“

“What is all that?”

“Well I was going to-“ “What?....Punch another guy in the face? Sorry to let you down but there aren’t any men in here.”

She started to close the door.

“Wait- please…”

She glared at him trying to decide whether or not to give him a chance.

She reluctantly opened the door wider for him to come inside.

“Thank you.”

“So what is it you want Cassian?”

“Well first of all I came here to apologize-“

“As you should.”

“Cauldron boil me woman would you let me talk!”

His wings flared out to arm’s length when he spoke. Not to their full length, but enough to remind her of his abilities and strength.

At first he was afraid he’d frighten her, but nothing frightened Nesta.

She just raised an eyebrow as if to say “Fine go ahead and talk you stupid bastard.”

So he did.

“I had no right to interrupt your date and I’m sorry I misinterpreted your body language.”

“That’s what you’re sorry about, misinterpreting my body language? Are you serious???”

“Well yeah I-“

“Not for ruining my date, breaking my date’s nose when he wasn’t a threat, and indefinitely ruining my chances of ever having a date again due to the fear of being beat to death by some arrogant Illyrian bastard who thinks he owns me!”

Cassian stood there stunned and barely found his voice to say

“No one owns you Nesta…” she almost didn’t hear him.

He coughed to clear the tightness in his throat.

“Look, I know we haven’t known each other very long, but there’s one thing I know about you.”

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“You don’t like decisions being made for you.”

She looked skeptical but slightly less pissed.

“That’s why I’ve come prepared.”

He dropped all the items he was holding onto the bed.

“You get to choose how I apologize to you.”

“Option number one,” He held out a roll of tape she’d seen them use when sparing on the roof.

“You get to punch me in the face.”

Nesta unfolded her arms to brace her hand on her hips. Unimpressed.

“Or option number two,” he rummaged through different photos of men she didn’t recognize.

I can set you up on a far better date than that lowlife could ever take you on.”

“You didn’t even know him.”

“I knew enough.”

She scoffed.

“Or the final option….”

He couldn’t believe what he was about to say

If she accepted this last option he would be living in hell for the rest of his damned life. But he would do it for her. If that’s what she truly wanted.

“I’ll leave you alone…forever.”

Something that resembled hurt flashed across her eyes, but just as fast as it came it was gone.

“No.”

“No?”

“I reject all of your offers.”

Cassian looked at the floor in defeat.

“I have an idea of my own.”

He suddenly looked up

“Oh?”

“You can never tell anyone….it would have to be our secret. Can you do that?”

“My lips are sealed sweetheart.” he stepped slightly closer intrigued at what she might propose.

“I want you to teach me how to swim.”

Cassian could only imagine the amount of shock on his face.

“You don’t know how to swim?”

“No I don’t. And if you’re going to be an ass about it I’ll just find someone else to-“

“No no no no, I can do it. I just didn’t realize you’d never learned.”

“Well between my mother’s death, almost starving to death, becoming fae, going to war, and my father’s death, taking a dip hasn’t really been my priority Cassian.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” He chuckled

“When do you want to start?”

“Tomorrow, when Feyre, Rhys, and Mor are out on business and Azriel and Elain will be at the fresh market all day.”

“Can’t wait.” His grin spreading from ear to ear.

“Don’t be a bastard about this. I simply want to be prepared should I ever find myself in a situation where I need to swim.”

“As you wish m’lady.”

Nesta turned away and mumbling “Gods I’m going to regret this.”

Rubbing her temples she sat on the bed and glared at him.

“Is there anything else you need Cassian?”

Cassian walked to where she was sitting on the edge of the mattress and kneeled so that they were almost at eye level. Sometimes he forgot how short she was when the power within her implied otherwise.

He took her small smooth hands in his big rough ones. And gazed at her beautiful face until she deemed to look at him.

“Thank you Nesta,”

He lifted her hands up to his and planted a soft kiss against her knuckles.

“for giving me another chance.”

And then he was gone.

 Nesta paced back and forth across her bedroom floor.

Had she made the right decision?

Honestly the offer to bunch him in the face was appealing in theory, but…..he had such a pretty face.

And those hands, scared from battle, held hers more gently than even Elain.

And besides this was better. More practical.

Not to mention she could make everyday hell for him if she wished.

If she was being honest with herself she wouldn’t want anyone else to teach her how to swim.

Feyre and Elain would be overly encouraging and suffocating. Rhys and shadow boy would just be plain awkward, and Lucien…..he’s just lucky she hasn’t chopped his balls off yet.

But Cassian…he would simply teach her.

There was nothing she could do about it now. She’d made her decision.

Cassian was going to teach her how to swim.

 That night it was hard to sleep.

Thinking of all the ways she could make a fool of herself.

Did she even own a swim suit?

She’d have to snoop through Mor’s things.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day….

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