#deathsconsort.

the mulled wine had done wonders to dull the chill, but still—feyre’s nose was flushed pink much like her cheeks, and if she wasn’t animatedly chatting while being ushered into the house, her teeth were chattering. she had suggested her sisters try a new restaurant for their weekly get-together and it happened to be further from home than she was expecting; the walk had invigorated her heart, always joyous to see the people of velaris and the city bustling as she walked arm in arm with nesta. their limbs were no longer interlocked once they had made it inside – instead, nesta’s hands were on feyre’s shoulders, all but steering her forward to stop the youngest from knocking into a variety of furniture. 

elain had excused herself with a giggle, wandering to the kitchen in search of pain dulling powder to stir into water, which was something they’d had to do on nights of too much drinking before. while she wandered off, feyre slurred, “i’m fine!” 

her only response was a snort of laughter from nesta behind her.  

waving a dismissive hand, the youngest archeron continued her forced journey with only minimal tripping up the stairs. before she knew it, she was underneath her thick duvet, husband and mate nowhere to be found while her eldest sister perched on the mattress next to her. she began to babble, stubborn to the instructions of being told to lay down and rest even as elain had arrived with a tray of glasses. feyre barely registered, since the middle sister left as soon as she’d appeared, teasing as nesta had to deal with an inebriated feyre alone. 

despite morpheus being an intelligent and independent being, he didn’t often cause a fuss when feyre wanted to dote on him – especially if it meant he would be seeing callista, too. there was something therapeutic for the high lady, to brush and clean and brush some more; a source of comfort too when her steed stopped smelling like the forest and instead like one of her bubble baths. (that part he did complain about.) although she and nesta had agreed to meet for this, feyre had started already due to morpheus’ impatience; she had cleaned the underside of his hooves already and was beginning to brush the dirt from his coat when she heard a myriad of steps approaching them. 

leaning back from where she was half-hidden behind the unicorn, her eyes lit up when connecting with a near-identical set. “hey!” perhaps a little too jovial for such a cold and early morning. there was a chance that cassian had to pry her eldest sister out of bed and feyre would likely be paying for that at some point during the day... perhaps it was best to start the groveling almost immediately. “i already set everything up for you two. helion reached out recently and there’s some new—um. i forget what he called them, but they help with the wings? i had him send them over immediately for you. i believe one of them has a cleaning mist that’s gentle on the feathers and the other may be for injuries in a worst case scenario.” 

however, over the coming months, she began to see glimpses of him when her ventures would take her far from city life. she learns that unicorns possess the gift of telepathy and that, along with her minor daemati powers, is how the two different creatures communicate. they begin to bond, spending time in secret with one another, and this friendship lends to the eventual result of morpheus becoming feyre’s mount and animal companion. she meets his herd, the oneiroi, and pledges them under her protection as high lady of the night court. ultimately they are allowed their freedom, but she works with morpheus to keep them safe from those who have nefarious wants of the unicorn.