ACOTAR/feysand side blog. Main blog is @borgeslabyrinth. Ao3 is lumberjackbeards.
My works:
this is fact not fiction (for the first time in years)
From the moment he first laid eyes on her, Rhysand knew she was it for him. She was in the middle of the shop, twirling a small girl around and laughing. As they twirled she laughed and laughed, her smile wide and sparkling, her hair a shining wave behind her. He swore when he heard that laugh, the whole world was cast in a golden light. From that minute, he knew he wanted her to be his wife; knew that he would do anything to hear that laugh every day for the rest of his life. There was only one tiny problem… he was going to put her out of business and ruin her life. The You’ve Got Mail au that no one asked for.
You're Too Sweet for Me
“Mr. Knight, I would like to introduce you to Feyre Archeron, the artist we were speaking about." Ressina introduced them with a proud smile. “Please call me Rhys.” He took both of her hands in his, not even paying attention to the fact that she was definitely getting paint on him. His eyes were even more captivating up close, especially with the way he was looking at her like she was a revelation, like he was a mere acolyte seeing proof of his god for the first time. “You are my favorite artist- it is such an honor to meet you.” Feyre- Gods help her- laughed in his face. “I’m sorry,” she said between gasps, “Does that ever actually work?”
