gleaming and sweet

Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two.

sweet gentle badass elain stabbed the king of hybern in the neck

“I burst out laughing. The others joined me, and even Elain smiled—broadly. All but Nesta, who stared at nothing.”

elain archeron » a court of thorns and roses.

“I didn’t know how long my sisters and I lay there together, just like we had once shared that carved bed in that dilapidated cottage. Then - back then, we had kicked and twisted and fought for any bit of space, any breathing room. But that morning, as the sun rose over the world, we held tight. And did not let go.”

Elain nodded, smiling up at me, and it was tentative joy—and life that shone in her eyes. A promise of the future, gleaming and sweet.