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WHERE TO FIND ME . 

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“ courts ? “ feyre repeats, and there’s a growing sense that she doesn’t belong to any. she can see the delicate arch to the other’s ears. she’s fae. faerie and she said she doesn’t know what the courts were. “ —the night court. “ unnecessary because as it looked, she didn’t know what it meant either way. she didn’t know if faeries could lose their memories — unless it was stolen from them. and her own powers proved mental manipulation was possible. she likely could’ve forgotten it, or somebody could’ve easily stole it, but the main question was WHY?

her right hand is caught in the red haired woman’s grip and she resists the urge to pull away as their eyes meet. bright gold. day court, maybe? “ it’s the twenty seventh of december, “ confusion, before she wonders if maybe she should try to look in her head herself. “ who are you? “

✦ ☆ ✦

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒: it was becoming quite undeniable that she was not in crescent city, maybe not even in midgard at all, and the fae across from her was not helping, just standing there, repeating instead of answering, staring at her with alarm and confusion, the former of which must have matched bryce’s exact expression. 

that is, until she tells her the date. at least she can rule out the far-fetched –– but all too real, considering her absolute shit luck –– possibility of time travel. but that means there is a battle raging back home and she is not there to help. 

       𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 on her little doll-chaise, the picture of histrionic drama. every time Bryce so much as looked at her, the pout on her flame-tipped lips seemed to expand, spreading until it was almost comical. ❛ if you think making that face is going to make me give you some, you should know better. I’m pretty sure giving you ice cream would be deadly, and I’m not willing to try just because you want some. ❜ sometimes, it was like having two of syrinx around. 

still, that wouldn’t keep her from indulging in it. and licking her lips after. 

❛ don’t look so glum, lele. I could... boil some of this for you? ❜ 

somebody falling out of the sky wasn’t exactly unusual when many members of the night court possessed wings. somebody appearing out of nowhere made sense with winnowing — but this, this feyre could tell was different.

without a word she moved her way through the crowd, parting through people who stared and stared and she at least reached the red haired female. for a minute she was worried she was going to attack; her hand rising, open eye staring in the middle of her right. “ wait a minute— we can talk about this—“

and then she was puking. all over the stone pathway. she probably should be going for her sword, but feyre was too surprised to do much but gape with the rest of them for milliseconds, before — “ which court did you come from?”

 ✦ ☆ ✦

         𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. purging her stomach had settled it. enough to wipe the spit from her lip and stand straight. the after effects of the drop were still palpable, a rush of power she’d never had before, and had no idea how to reach into, to tap, to control. and that was to say nothing of bryce’s apparent portal-making skills. 

she moved forward, then halted. she had to get back to crescent city. hunt. the demons. everything came back to her in a flood of memories. bryce lurched again, towards the fae woman and grasped her hand. ❛ which –– what? nevermind. where am I? ❜ and then another, more terrifying question rose up. ❛ what is today’s date? ❜

her head throbbed. she’d made the drop into immortality only a mere minutes ago, in the hopes of saving crescent city but –– she was nowhere near it. where was she?  

dazed, she glanced about until a part in the crowd appeared. and a woman, a fae woman, clothed in an intricate dress of deepest blue appeared, a crown of stars on her head. bryce pushed herself up, immediately on guard. just in case. danika’s sword was still slung across her back, thank the gods. but her stomach roiled. before the woman could say anything, bryce bent over and promptly threw up her lunch. 

a fucking brilliant way to make an entrance.