@cauldronblssd gave me a prompt of ‘human feyre and lucien bonding back in spring’ so i took it and i ran. thank you cb 💓
before i feel safe / feyre & lucien (tamlin mention!!) / 332w (again, i wrote this on my phone so sorry for the lapslock!)
“you’re thinking too hard.” lucien reached his hand to bat at where she was tearing at blades of soft grass, deceptively comfortable without even a blanket to cushion them from the ground. she should have packed one anyway, instead of storming from the house with just her riding boots and a defiant streak a mile wide.
it was a surprise to see lucien saddling both their horses. it was less of a surprise when, half an hour later, she considered those knife tipped ears probably heard her grumble out of bed that morning, cursing the sun’s aggressive rays, and the decorative but useless gossamer curtains.
there was no doubt he’d heard their disagreement. gods, the crash of the crystal decanter still rang through her ears.
“feyre, i can hear you moping from here.”
she sighed, keeping her eyes to the clouds. lucien did the same. “is he always this—“
“stubborn? hot headed? blind?”
feyre didn’t want to pick one. and it felt cruel to suggest all three. but tamlin was. all three and more. it hurt to look at him and see the monster when all she wanted was to know the male beneath. in her time at the spring court, some things had shifted between them, boundaries irrevocably crossed.
“he’s got a lot on his mind. believe it or not, protecting you is unsurprisingly high on that list. you are our guest, after all.” lucien curled his little finger around hers, a childlike reassurance. despite his snark and sly charm, his displays of affection were much more subtle. a new route for their rides, quiet contemplation on sun dappled hillsides, space.
she paused, and then quietly “do i have to let him?”
i can take care of myself.
he didn’t mention the naga, or the bogge, or the suriel. or how close she’d come to being another dead girl across the wall.
he kept his eyes to the sky still, glinting gold illuminated by sun.
“that depends on you.”
