aeedionaeelin

“Whatever you had to do to survive, whatever you did from spite or rage or selfishness… I don’t give a damn. You’re here and you’re perfect. You always were and you always will be.”

She didn’t know what to do with it, that rage. It still burned and hunted her, still made her want to rip and roar and rend the world into pieces. She felt it all—too keenly, too sharply. Hated and cared and loved and dreaded, more than other people, she sometimes thought.

“Wolf of the North”

Aedion Ashryver →  “All you monsters can burn in hell. Because my queen is coming-and she will spike you to the walls of your god-damned castle. And I can’t wait to help her gut you like the pigs you are.” 

book five is still months away, so i cope by drawing reunions (i have a headcanon of sorts that if chaol gets his legs back he still might use a cane for support)

@acotarnet event 1: get to know the members + anees ↳ “She didn’t know what to do with it, that rage. It still burned and hunted her, still made her want to rip and roar and rend the world into pieces. She felt it all—too keenly, too sharply. Hated and cared and loved and dreaded, more than other people, she sometimes thought.”

A gift. A gift from a queen who had seen another woman in hell and thought to reach back a hand. With no thought of it ever being returned. A moment of kindness, a tug on a thread.

Behind them, across the hall, the dancers shattered their roses on the floor, and Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell;