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bryce quinlan queen of the starborn fae  

@starsbore​

     nesta stared at the red-headed stranger, wondering what the hell she’s supposed to do with her. earlier at the riverhouse rhysand had decided to not send bryce to the dungeons in the hewn city, but it wasn’t wise for her to stay with feyre and rhysand either. nyx was only a few months old and he’s the biggest concern for everyone. the woman doesn’t appear to be a threat, but it’s good to be cautious. there was also the possibility that bryce could get up and leave the riverhouse easily. it’s warded, but velaris is also warded and since she was able to somehow make it through those and land right here from wherever she came from they didn’t want to risk it. her powers came into question too, what she could do with it. 

     after some consideration, rhysand thought it would be a brilliant idea to have bryce stay at the house of wind with cassian, nesta, and azriel. it’d be harder for her to leave and she would be high up in the skies away from the city and its civilians. of course nesta argued against it, but rhys had brought up nyx and his safety. that made her cave. she would do anything to protect her nephew.

     now she’s playing babysitter to a woman who appears to be around her age. before they left to the house of wind, rhysand had told her to be her typical unfriendly self around bryce to intimidate her in case she plans to do harm. he told her don’t be afraid to make a show of her powers if she has to. but as she stares at the stranger she doesn’t see someone with ill intentions, she doesn’t see someone who is plotting against all of them. she sees a woman who is scared and hurting. a feeling nesta knows all too well. nesta was never one to listen to rhysand and she sure as hell isn’t going to start now.

     “do you want to take a bath? you look like you’re in dire need of it.” it didn’t come out nicely, but it was true. she looks like she’s been through the wringer and she had to be as stressed out about all this as the rest of them were. a good bath would help that. when nesta didn’t get a response back she muttered a curse, clearly rhys didn’t think the language barrier through. or perhaps he thought it was better if neither of them understood each other. “damn it, rhysand.” 

     something inside of her began to slowly unravel, her power was rising to the surface, begging nesta to touch it. just a small touch. she didn’t know why, but she listened to it. unveiling the dark ancient power that was older than life itself. the old fae language…she didn’t understand how, but she knew she could speak it if she wanted to. it was giving her a hint of what else she could do with it, that it was more than just death powers. nesta asked the question again and the voice that came out did not sound like her own. the words came out fluently, as if she spoke the language all her life. it made her uneasy and for some reason she doesn’t think she wants the others to know.

            𝐁𝐑𝐘𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐄 –– desperation had caused her to throw herself at the mercy of these strangers; of their goodwill. her mind no longer reeled –– shock had set in at the same time her current reality did. as she was herded from place to place, words in that ever-unfamiliar language passing over her head, bryce was silent. she thought of hunt and ruhn –– back in the eternal city within the crystal palace, all alone –– and how utterly she’d failed them. her heart ached. a cavern had been carved through her: a hollow only her mate could fill, and it left her dark-eyed and empty. so haunted by what she’d seen, by what she’d learned that it took several moments for her to realize someone was speaking to her in a language she could understand. 

she swallowed and glanced up at the beautiful fae female standing over her. dimly, bryce noted that the brunette couldn’t speak the old language of the fae before, but now seemed to be near-fluent. bryce blinked. ❛ you have baths here? ❜ she croaked, and cthona help her, she didn’t even sound like herself. ❛ I just mean... you’re dressed like you’re in a fantasy film... ❜ somehow, bryce knew she needed to keep talking. needed to get her mind off the tempest within before it could consume her. ❛ no offense. I just didn’t think you had... ❜ she paused. there was no word in old fae for indoor plumbing. ❛ baths. ❜  

@starsbore / sc. 

          The guard along the perimeter of the rebel camp all pointed guns at the vanir female, rifles ready to defend the relative safety of those inside.     “ State your business, and keep your hands where we can … ”     Kynan’s harsh shout trailed off as he narrowed his eyes, getting a better look at who was asking for entry. In the time she’d been gone stories of her had spread, and though he didn’t know how - Kynan thought he knew who she was.     “ Lower your weapons and open the gate. ”     He shouted the order before running for the stairs, meeting the woman just inside the barbed fence doors.     “ You, you’re Bryce Quinlan, right? I’ve studied your dad for years. He’s a hero, y’know. Why are you here? ”

        𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 that bryce coming here –– alone –– was a good idea. that it wouldn’t end in her inevitable demise. but rumor had it she had quite the in within the rebel camp, and she wasn’t above using every tool at her disposal. it just so happened that this wasn’t one she minded utilizing as much as her fancy-pants new official title.