𝑒𝐼𝑎𝑖𝑛.

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“Find me when you wish to begin.” 🔮✨

We’ve already seen Elain take those first steps in wanting to reacquaint herself with her powers and do more, but I’m looking forward to the moments when Elain really begins to understand her seer magic, as that brings with it a deep reverence for fate as a powerful force. It’s so interesting that the character with visions of the future has fought against her destiny the hardest. The seer, blindsided by the fact that her mate is a complete stranger.

It’s amazing set up for her story and how the development of her magic can coincide beautifully with her love story. I’m excited for Elain to finally decide to embrace everything she has been gifted by the Mother, instead of running away out of fear or stubbornness and getting hurt in the process.

Thank you so much @artofmii for drawing Elain in your beautiful style! You were so lovely to work with!

❀ ˚ . ・౨ৎ 𝑒. ⸺ ⋆    THE LOVELY FAWN.

Her words do little to soothe him, but the act of Elain trying did warm him heart. He was a fool, in many ways. For believing the Autumn court scout instead of waiting for Eris, for believing that Elain being there meant something. Surely it meant something, although Lucien was attempting to tamper down the unruly beating of his heart. His back straightens as his name leaves her lips, the gentle brush of her hand and then— cauldron boil him— her lips. His chest tightened, a shiver up the length of his spine at her touch. "Elain" Her name is velvet on his tongue, half turning to gaze down at her. Golden curls spilled everywhere, unruly and yet perfectly framing her face. Hesitantly he lifts his hands, fingertips slow as he brushes her jaw until his hands cradle her face. "I'm alright" He assured softly, again distracted that she was there.

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Her comment about his lucidity had a smile on his face, perhaps she was right— although Lucien was convinced it was simply because he was in awe she was there at all. Her yelp has his brows drawing together, warmer than most but he was unaware if it was cause for concern. Regardlessly, Lucien followed her like an obedient pet, eager to whatever directions she might give him. Anyone else would call him a fool, but Lucien? He was simply a male, enamored with with mate who was giving him attention. Willingly. And if he was even more foolish, he would of sworn that it is because she was having similar feelings.

the moment his warmth was removed from her hand, the golden haired female has to bite back the frown that had begun to form across her plump lips. how tethered she felt with his fingers laced with hers, she wondered if it was the bond itself making her feel such a way, or if it was merely the male in front of her. elain archeron was disappointed, it unleashed a want and need from her that she thought was lost and gone. she has to bury it down, he needed patching up, they needed to get out of autumn as fast as they possibly can.

Elain dreaming of spring 🌸

“…and she surveyed the swaying cherry blossoms overhead. Elain would love this place. So many flowers, all in bloom, so much green — the light, vibrant green of new grass — so many birds singing and such warm, buttery sunshine. Nesta felt like a storm cloud standing amid it all. But Elain … The Spring Court had been made for someone like her.”

Thank you so much to the lovely @giaseeds_! I knew your style would capture Elain’s softness beautifully!