Okay so--I think what we originally assumed was that what Feyre painted on the drawers was a direct representation of each sister's future Mate. However, I think it has become clear that the images on each drawer actually represent the pieces of each sister that their Mate brings out in them/allows to become stronger/the true manifestation of who they are at their core.
Basically, each image is a combo of [the core trait/soul of each sister]+[the essence of their Mate/the way their Mate accepts that part of them]
So we have:
Feyre--The Night Sky/Stars: Obviously Rhys is the High Lord of the Night Court, but the night sky is also a representation of who Feyre is. Someone that craves adventure, someone bigger than the tiny place she's trapped in, a Dreamer. Rhys gives her the space to become the whole of these elements, but they are ultimately who she always was at her core. She was always as big and sparkling as the night sky, she just needed some help from Rhys to be set free.
Nesta--Flames: Nesta was forged in fire in every way. She was pushed by her mother's hatred and jealousy and ambition, and then simmered under the weight of that with her father. She feels so much that everything--every moment and every emotion--is on fire for her all the time. She gets to a point where she lets it become overwhelmingly destructive. But, as one of my favorite childhood movies taught me, Fire is also the most fundamental element of life. It is light, and it may rage but it also dances. It can be gentle and warm and still be a flame. Cassian is the gentler parts of fire most of the time. He sparks, and he's spicy, and he's got the attitude, but most of the time it's softer: the laughing, the jokes, the absolute love and loyalty he displays. He doesn't douse Nesta's flames, he just helps her reach a place where she can temper them on her own. Where she can feel them and live with them without letting them burn her up in the process.
AND MY FINAL THEORY:
Elain--Flowers: Elain has been the soft and delicate one. The one everyone fears will wilt at the slightest breeze or change in temperature. But flowers--especially pretty ones--can be poisonous, and we've seen the hardier side of Elain coming out. But you know what it takes for flowers to bloom? Sunlight. And you know who is literally the child of the High Lord of the Day Court and therefore a metaphor for sunlight in this literary analysis?? Lucien. Lucien, whose job has always been to support and serve others. Who is taking his time with Elain because it takes time for flowers to grow. He's providing the space, the light, the patience for Elain to grow into who she was always meant to become. To bloom simply because she is now part of his world, the way the sun provides life to flowers simply by being.
Tldr; this may be the hint about Elain's future/future partner that was right in front of us all along.
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Pairing: Feysand
Rating: E
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Angst, Fluff, Smut, AU - Canon Divergence, Enemies to Friends to Lovers
Summary: Driven by instinct in the split-second after the mating bond snaps, Rhys abducts Feyre from the balcony overlooking the Middle during their goodbyes.
And now that Feyre has seen Velaris—and witnessed Rhysand break down sobbing in another female’s arms, spouting some nonsense about mating bonds—she is forbidden to leave the city and return home to Tamlin and the Spring Court. Forbidden, that is, until the Inner Circle unanimously agrees that she is not a threat to the security and secrecy of their beloved City of Starlight.
She may be the newly anointed Cursebreaker and their High Lord’s mate, but as Tamlin’s lover, she has a long way to go to convince them of her pure intentions.
Hi! Here's a Halloween prompt for you... How about Feyre and Rhys (strangers at the time) both go to the same Halloween party and they realize their costumes match.. you know like example Feyre went as Morticia and Rhys went as Gomez...😊
A trail of pomegranates seeds
Happy Halloween everyone!
I hope you enjoy! I kinda steered a bit of path whoops. I might change the title later bc I don't like it.
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As she stepped over the threshold, she was greeted by the site of strobe lights and moving bodies. Some swayed, some danced and others sat and drank drinks an array of colours, similar to the abundance of costumes and masks.
A month ago Mor begged Feyre to participate in Halloween. Begrudgingly she agreed. Mor had taken it upon herself to organise Feyre’s costume. She decided that she and Emerie, along with Feyre, would match as Greek Goddesses.
Mor was dressing as Aletheia and Emerie as Nike and so Feyre was to be Persephone. Not as the goddess of spring, but rather as the Queen of the underworld.
She stared at herself in the mirror, startled by who stared back. Glittering black fabric that barely her breast and backside, flowed to below her navel, joined to one shaft by a belt across her hips and cascaded down to the ground to meet her stiletto heels.
Mor had fashioned her hair into a crown atop her head, a sparkling black diadem like the night sky set in the forefront. Lashes darkened, eyes lined in black, lips painted red. She truly looked like a goddess of the underworld.
If Feyre considered her costume to be indecent, it was nothing compared to Mor’s. Feyre had an inkling she had dressed for the person she now lead through the crowd.
Her dress glittered with every swish of her hips as she follow Mor and Emerie through the crowd. Eventually, they reached a booth towards the side, already occupied. The two males and the woman must be the friends Mor convinced her to meet.
The male with shoulder-length hair spoke up first. “So you must be Feyre,” he said, smirking as he took in her costume. “You know you ma—“
“I’m Azriel, and this is Cassian,” Azriel said as he elbowed Cassian in the side, mumbling under his breath. Both were also dressed as God, battle and shadows if she was correct.
As Feyre sat down, she turned her eyes to the female with black hair. “Amren,” was all she offered.
Mor took ahold of Emeries hand and bounced onto the dance floor. Feyre watched the blonde disappear. She shuffled nervously in her seat, unsure of what to do. “We don't bite Feyre, unless you ask us to,” Cassisn grinned at her, immediately calming her nerves.
“Last I heard no one ever took you up on that offer,” Amren said, eyes unrealistically silver.
“The creatures have been let out of their cages tonight. Someone might just,” he snarked back as Azriel chuckled.
They talked for a while longer before Feyre stood, announcing she was getting a drink. She sashayed towards the bar, nodding to the bartender and ordering her drink.
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
Feyre startled and whipped around so fast she fell. Warm hands caught her, gently placing her back on her feet. She glanced up, taking in the dark attire, muscles almost straining against the fabric, the long cape and the black crown, to the sparkling violet eyes.
“I— I’m Sorry you have the wrong person,” she stammered, her throat dry. The bartender signalled her drink as really and she took a large mouthful, fully aware of the eyes on her.
“I think I would recognise my Queen anywhere,” at this is she spat her drink back into her glass.
“Excuse me?” She squeaked, eyes blown wide.
The male smirked, gesturing to their costumes. “We’re matching. Your Persephone and I’m Hades.” Feyre’s cheeks felt ablaze, her mind only just understanding the meaning of his particular crown. “My real name is Rhysand, but you can call me Rhys,” he held out his hand and she took it. His name was bouncing around her brain, she knew it from somewhere. Realisation dawned on her all at once.
“You’re Mor’s cousin?” She asked, shocked this was the same cousin Mor tried to set her up with.
“And you’re Feyre. The one Mor tried to set me up with but apparently, you keep declining her,” he raised a brow, her cheeks darkening. She honestly didn’t think much of guys like Rhys, they tended to be the same. “Come on let’s find my meddlesome cousin.”
He offered his arm and she took it, if only because her mind was whirling. Mor and Emerie were back at the booth, happily, chatting away. When she noticed their arrival, she glanced up with a knowing glint in her eye.
“Oh, I love your costume, Rhys. What a coincidence it matches Feyre’s,” she grinned at them, then picked up a wine glass. “It was just meant to be,” she muttered into the glass.
“You wouldn’t know it was a coincidence if it smacked you right in the face.” Feyre burst out laughing, others following suit. Rhys stared at her with such intensity, the stars in his eyes seem to glow brighter.
As the night grew longer, her opinions of Rhysand slowly altered. She was completely wrong about him and he was nothing like her past. From what she saw tonight she really wanted to know this Rhys. Maybe the costumes were all Mor's doing, but maybe it was fate. Maybe she didn’t need a night in shining armour. Maybe she just needed the villain that rescued the Princess, the Hades that saved Persephone.
It was very exciting to create an original character. I always wondered what it be like if Feyre had a brother.
Inspired by Purple Hearts
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Midnight rolled around and Rita’s was only just starting to clear. The twinkle lights were beginning to dim, just as her energy began to waver. Everyone was drinking and no one was buying so no money was coming in. Feyre sighed, patting the apron pocket with her tips. It had been a long and unfulfilling night. She could sacrifice a few hours of her sleep for this, knew she’d pay for it in the morning, but she couldn’t dim the hope that she’d earn a few more tips. Caldron knows she needs it. Desperately.
Alis breezed past in tight jeans that made her entire figure look great, glancing at Feyre. “Staying late?”
Feyre sighed. “Yeah. Just thought I’d spend more time with you!” Alis eyed her, seeing past her lie though she choose not to comment.
“Remember to take care of yourself Feyre,” Alis’ eyes betrayed her concern and sorrow, but not pity. She knew Feyre didn’t want anyone’s pity. She just worried that Feyre was exhausting herself. Little did she know Feyre had been taking care of herself her whole life. It was hard to rely on a broken family, parents that no longer lived, nor cared for her in their lifetime and sisters that hated her, leaving her alone. Mother knows Feyre hates herself.
Ever since her birth, her life had been cursed. She was the reason her mother developed typhus. She was the reason her mother died. She was the reason her father developed an addiction. She was the reason her father passed. She was the reason her sisters loathed her. Everything came back to her. She was cursed and destroyed everything she touched. All except her brother. Her twin brother. The one who was her best friend, the one she loved with her whole heart. They were inseparable and maybe she was being selfish, but she couldn’t find it in herself to ever let him go. Feyre hadn’t needed to make that decision though because they grew apart in the last year.
A sudden wave of rumbling laughter from the door broke Feyre’s pit of self-loathing. A growing group of males that were overly touchy with each other, swaggered in.
“Firefighters?” Feyre asked Alis as she filled a pint glass with amber liquid.
“Illyrians, I think,” she replied.
“Oooh, I’m gonna make us some money,” Feyre whispered back, saluting as she went.
She walked around the counter and approached the varying types of personalities in front of her. “Hey all, what can I get you?” The soldier's gazes drifted from the tv to Feyre and back to the tv. These males were incredibly rude, she thought.
“Feyre!” A male voice broke through the noise of Rita’s, calling her name.
She glanced to the small crowd of males. Wedged between two muscled men was a face she recognised. “I know you!” He joked, a smile on his face.
Feyre laughed in disbelief and she launched herself at her brother. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around her body, squeezing her just as tightly as she was hugging him. He smelled the same, lilac and musk.
“Where the hell have you been?” She demanded. They had always been close but this year he seemed distant.
“I was training,” he replied. She didn’t think too much about what training meant.
Feyre whacked his arm. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
Regret flashed through his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t have much spare time on top of training and I didn’t want you to freak out. I'm sorry, that’s no excuse.”
She pulled him in for a hug again, cherishing the warmth that emitted from his embrace. She didn’t know what would happen if he wasn’t in her life. He owned half of her heart. “Remember number two on our list of promises to each other. No lies, not now, not ever.”
“I didn’t technically lie. I just avoided bringing up the truth,” her brother remarked, his white teeth on display as he grinned, blue-grey eyes sparkling.
“You are the same smartass I remember!”
They smiled at each other, a comfortable silence settling between them. “I missed you,” she whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear. “Go have fun with your friends,” she said as she turned, walking back into the bar.
Feyre filled a few glasses of brew, drifting in and out of the bar, delivering to tables and earning tips. Her pocket was beginning to weigh more, a small smile graced her lips. If tips kept flowing in, she might have enough to pay her rent and add food to the fridge. Might.
“My f-favourite twin! Come’err.”
Feyre turned her head towards the sound of her brother's voice. Her brother's very drunk voice.
“I’m your only twin and you’re wasted,” she chuckled as he scoffed and Feyre raised a brow. “Do you have another secret twin you should tell me about?” Her eyes briskly brushed over the males at his side.
He smirked, ready to reply only for the retort to die on his tongue upon noticing the look on her face. “You’re n-no fun!” Her twin huffed. “Anyways,” he drew out the ‘s’ until he sounded like a snake.
“There is s-something I wanna el you,” he started, her stomach butterfly began their weekly exercise. “I’ll be shi-iping out in two weeks,” she opened her mouth to protest, dread beginning to fill her stomach but was cut off. “Never mind that, I want you to meet my friends.”
Her brain was distracted from asking her important questions when she noticed the three dark-haired and tanned males standing next to her brother. “This tall and ugly one is Cassian,” he pointed to the male on his right, the male- Cassian tried to shove her brother though his aim was completely off. Seems her twin wasn’t the only wasted one.
“This s-sneaky bastard is Azriel,” he shrugged, glancing to the male on his left and Azriel offered Feyre a smile. She had to agree, his male seemed to almost blend in with the shadows of the wall. He would be sneaky indeed.
“And this pretty princess is Rhysand. Try not to inflate his already massive ego,” this last male was the most beautiful male Feyre had ever seen. He had that type of beauty that was only found in books and fairytales. Raven black hair, high cheekbones and glittering blues so deep they could be violet.
Something about him drew her in and completely captured her interest. Maybe it was the allure, dark, mysterious and sensational or maybe it was just the lustful look in his eye aimed at her. He had what could be described as ‘bedroom eyes’.
“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred and a shiver travelled down her spine. Her cheeks flushed at the name, warmth kindling in her core.
As she searched for his eyes, she noticed how tall he was, she had to crane her neck. Feyre felt her spine straighten as memories from the past threatened to consume her. Never again would she let a male hold any power over her, never again would she back down.
“I’m not your darling,” she snarled. Flashes of suffocating golden hands, condescending green eyes and smirking pink lips brought forth waves of old feelings; reopened the festering wound inside her heart. Flashes of long limbs and incredible height surfaced. She remembered how his face would be clouded in darkness and how he used his extreme height against her. She would never forget how she felt, how she feared for her life. She was left to wither away, to become dust between the stars. She had no one to help and for a time she accepted her fate. For a time she thought becoming a speck between those sparkling lights wouldn’t be so bad, some of their light might fill the darkness in her soul. But those twinkling bastards continued to laugh as she stayed trapped in spring.
She was lucky she escaped and found her way to Velaris. She was lucky she got a job from a generous stranger. The owner of Rita’s had a soft spot for strays and was all too happy to welcome Feyre to the family. She was finally able to breathe. When she first arrived at Velaris, her first day of true freedom, she declared she would never let a man hold the kind of power over her that allowed them to trap and suffocate her to the point she didn’t believe she held worth, she would never let her wings be tied again.
Rhysand’s eyes softened, almost with a panicked look when he noticed the fear and anger waging a war on her face. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come off in a bad way but you’re brothers right, sometimes I can be a-“
“Prick,” she cut him off, taking in the sincerity of his voice and on his face.
“Most definitely,” he grinned as Feyre chuckled. Their eyes met and she was captured in the glittering universe. Captured her when she noticed the stars that bloomed and soared in the wake of her attention. If possible the moon and stars lived within the violets of his eyes and his exterior was night personified.
A throat cleared and both heads snapped to the direction of the sound. Feyre’s twin wobbled his way over to Rhysand. “Hey bro-other, I brought you here to meet my s-sister so you can stop obsess-esing over her. I did not bring yous here to be an ASSES to her,” he whisper shouted as Rhysand’s cheeks flamed. His eyes darted anywhere but her.
He turned toward her twin, face still ablaze. “I think it’s time to get you home,” he said, glancing towards his other two brothers whom were making terrible paper planes out of napkins. One of the planes flew more than ten centimetres and both Cas and Az whooped with joy as if they had won the lottery. Rhysand shook his head, mirth lighting up his face. He gently hooked his arm under his very drunk friend.
“Rhysand, wait!” He glanced towards Feyre as she rushed towards them. “I’ll take my drunk ass brother, you go get the other two idiots.”
“Ex use me, I-I have a vary pretty arse thank you,” her brother stated matter of factly.
Feyre's face filled with disgust. “Ew, no. I don’t want t to hear about your ass. Just because we shared a womb and you are my favourite person to gossip to, doesn’t mean I want to know that.”
“Really fey fey. My ass is the hottest gossip right now,” he grinned at her mock vomiting actions. She took his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder as she wrapped her own around his back.
Feyre began her trek out the door as Rhysand slowly caught up to her, dragging Cassian between him and an unsteady Azriel. “Are you sure he also doesn’t need help,” she nodded toward Azriel as he almost tripped over Cassian’s legs.
“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I do not need your assistance,” he spoke as if he was never drunk to begin with. If only his uncoordinated body could agree.
After waiting for a time with two blubbering idiots and the other fascinated with the brick wall, Rhysand’s car rolled around. He hopped out to help her haul drunk male number one into the front seat of the car. When they reached her twin, she purposely strapped her brother in like a baby. “And you say you aren’t a baby yet I’m treating you like one,” she muttered under her breath.
“He is definitely a baby,” Feyre closed the door, glancing to where Rhysand leaned against his car. His arms were crossed, muscles straining against his black button-down. He was incredibly handsome.
“And you're not?” She retorted. Her eyes lingered on his mouth but she looked away before he could notice.
“No I’m not a baby but I am-“
“Obsessed with me?” She cut him off, blurting out the first thought that came to mind. Feyre fought the urge to blush and feel embarrassed by her thoughts but really she was just curious. It had been a long time since anyone had been interested in her for anything other than her body. Knowing he was interested purely based on her brother's word rather than her appearance left something warm to kindle in her heart.
Rhysand rubbed the back of his neck, again throwing off her initial thoughts of him. “You heard that,” his voice low, his eyes caught on hers.
“Well I do like to know of my admirers Rhysand,” she breathed, taking a step closer.
Faster than she could comprehend, Rhysand had stepped forward until their bodies touched as he placed hands on the side of her face. “Rhys.”
“What?” Her nose scrunched as her brows drew together in confusion.
“Call me Rhys. That’s what my friends call me,” a light flutter brushed her heart, her eyes never leaving his.
“Are we friends?” Her voice had taken a low and husky edge.
Rhysand’s eyes dilated and filled with a fire similar to the one burning inside of her. Purple orbs flickered to her lips and back to her blue-grey ones. “Well I’d like to be so much more but for now friends,” his soft-spoken words broke something inside that had been building for too long.
“Well Rhys, I would love to be your friend, maybe even so much more.” His smile made one of her own appear. Her breath caught at the beauty and light that shone upon his face. Her simple words brought such happiness to him that she was sure she was almost glowing.
A thump in the car brought back reality. They both stepped away from one another, glancing towards the one who thumped his head against the glass window. Rhys threw her an apologetic smile as he rounded the car. He paused, glanced back at her. “Goodnight Feyre.”
The flutter returned, more insistent. Something tugged in her chest, leading her to him. Disappointment washed through her knowing he would be leaving but they were friends now, so there would be a next time. Maybe next time it will be more than friends.
“Goodnight Rhys,” she said as he got in his car. He pulled away from the curb and she watched until she couldn’t see him anymore. She walked back into the bar, a small smile gracing her face, a possible image of her future forming.
~*~
Not even 10 hours later, Feyre found herself marching up the steps of her twin's supposed home. She had to search for him, ask around, all because she had no idea where he now lived. Feyre cursed herself for not knowing but she had to go through those embarrassing conversations. She needed answers.
Her fist met the wired door, metal banging against the door frame each time her hand touched the door. “My stupid ass Archeron brother, open up!”
She was preparing herself to break down the door when Rhys opened up. She stood back in shock. He looked just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. The shock didn’t last as a smirk graced his face. “Ready to see me so soon darling? Maybe it’s you who is obsessed.”
She scoffed and chose to ignore his comment. She was charmed last night but not so much this morning. “I’m looking for my brother, is this his home?”
“This is my home,” he started, placing his finger against Feyre’s lips as she began to protest. “Your brother’s home. As is it Cassian and Azriel.”
She opened and closed her mouth multiple times before huffing. “Well is he here?”
“No, your stupid ass Archeron brother isn’t here,” he grinned, repeating her words.
“When will he be back?”
“Not for a while,” Feyre sighed, suddenly exhausted from her early morning nervous breakout. She was always tired but all she wanted right now was answers. She needed them.
It was as if Rhys could read her thoughts. “Please, come inside.”
The inside of the home was warm and cozy. It didn’t feel business-like compared to the outside, it felt like a family lived here. Picture frames were scattered around the house, ranging from three boys to a mother and a daughter. Feyre stopped by one, staring at what looked like a younger Rhys.
She didn’t notice his body heat until his breath brushed her neck. “Those are my adoptive brothers, Cas and Az. Ma took them in when we were young and we’ve been thick as thieves ever since,” she shiver as his breath ghosted the shell of her ear. Feyre turned her body as she felt Rhys retreat. She followed after him like a dog on a scent.
“How long has my brother been in the Illyrian training camps?” She blurted out the question that had been floating through her mind for the past 10 hours.
“About a year.” A year. Her twin brother had been in the camps for a year and she had no idea. Her fear began to rise, her panic everblooming.
“You’re shipping out in two weeks right? I need to know more, I need answers, I just need-“
Hands cupped her face, tilting her face upwards. “Hey,” his voice was enough to calm the raging storm inside. She took in a deep breath as she focused on the rhythm of his breathing. “I’ll tell you anything you need to know.”
And so he did. He told her everything; from their training, their friendship, the no phones rule to the dreaded date in two weeks.
Feyre felt calmer knowing about his life and that he had a friend like Rhys. It brought her comfort to know he was happy. Although she would still kick his arse for giving her wrinkles.
She finally felt stable enough to leave. She thanked Rhys for his time as she walked towards the door.
“Feyre!” She paused just before the door and turned her head towards Rhys. “I will be always here for you, even if it’s only to ask questions or to talk to a friend,” he hesitated, then said in a voice much softer, “And just like your brother, you will always have a home here.”
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Over the next two weeks, Feyre appearing at Rhys’s house became a common occurrence. She was there every day. Although she would be lying if she said she came only to see her twin.
It was the day before her brother, Cas, Az and Rhys shipped out and she was terrified. They are Illyrians but they aren’t invincible. She didn’t know how to blindly accept that one of them may never come home. Over the drowning fear and numbness flowing through her blood, she didn’t know how to cope.
“Rhys, I'm scared. I’m so scared,” she said to the male that had become her closest friend over the weeks. Possibly even closer than her twin.
“Me too,” he whispered, almost too quiet to hear. Feyre’s head snapped to his face, observing the many emotions that crossed his devastatingly beautiful face. She covered his hand with her own and he turned his, entwining their fingers. Their eyes locked, Feyre stared into the endless pits of sorrow, fear and hope. The hope grew and lit up his eyes with each passing second.
“Go out with me?” He breathed.
“What?”
“Go on a date with me when I return,” Rhys asked. His palms were clammy against hers, the only sign of his nervousness.
Feyre hesitated. She wondered why someone as beautiful and loving as him would want her. She was cursed from birth, doomed to be alone forever, damned to live a life without love. She couldn’t be with him or he would be cursed too.
Feyre realised her mistake. Rhys took her hesitation as rejection. She could feel his grip loosen, palms damper than before. The light in his eyes dimmed. “Just think about it and decide when I return, it will give me something to look forward to,” the words rushed out of his mouth.
An unexpected laugh bubbled out of her. “Are you assuming I’ll say yes?” She teased.
“Hoping you mean,” a grin formed, eyes twinkling as renewed hope flooded his body. She could see the relief in his eyes, his nervous demeanour transforming back into his confident one.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her fear of her curse lingering in the back of her mind. She wouldn’t let this curse touch him. She would keep him safe from it just as she had with her twin. “Oh, of course, hoping,” she drawled, her own smile forming at the hope of their future.
~*~
Long agonising months passed before all four of her favourite people were on a plane back to Velaris. Although she knew they were unharmed, her foot still bounced with nerves.
She had arrived two hours earlier, finding she was unable to concentrate on anything but the dull roaring in her ears. She chose to sit and fret rather than pretend to act normal.
Eventually, the bus carrying many Illyrian arrived, windows down and hands waving to loved ones. Families stood around, many of whom had tears running down their faces. The same could be said for Feyre, old tear tracks damp again.
The door to the bus opened and the first to walk out was her brother. A choked sob left her mouth as she ran towards her twin, him doing the same. They embraced so tightly she couldn’t breathe but Feyre didn’t care. Her brother was here and alive. She was grateful.
When they finally released each other, many of the other Illyrians were reuniting with their own families. She looked behind her twin to see Cassian offer a salute and Azriel a smile but she focused on the male behind them. The one that shared her late-night zoom calls, allowed her to whisper her fears and cry her heart out. The one that listened to her rant and made her laugh till she couldn’t breathe during those dark months. The one that had become the new shining star in her life.
She recalled all those fateful months ago when he asked her out. He told her to tell him when he returned but unaware of it, she had already made up her mind when he asked. He had become the new hope in her life and she would be damned if she let him go.
So when he finally took her in, she launched herself at him. He easily caught her, dropping his bag and placing his forehead in the crook of her neck. Her lips brushed his ear as she readied herself to say the word she knew would bring him to his knees. The word she knew he dreamed of hearing from her lips. And so she whispered into his ear the word that had been burning a hole into her heart for all those bleak months, “yes.”
“You think it’s funny don’t you, watching your mother suffer. You have the exact same humour as your father,” I panted out. My hair was sticking to my neck as sweat dripped down the column of my spine. The ickiness of the situation along with my permanent displeasure was enough to make me consider winnowing back to Velaris, Nesta kicking my arse aside.
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Feyre placed both feet on the cobblestone path and stepped out of the taxi. Her eyes widened at the beautiful, prehistoric building before her. Smooth sandstone with decorative arches and intricate designs lined every corner premises. Frosted glass windows with grey vintage lamps emitting warm light, perched on the edge of each window, creating a space that felt ancient. The soft glow of the moon, shone down upon the building and replaced a towering structure with a building that seemed alive. Feyre looked towards the sky, taking in the twinkling stars and smiled as the cool wind caressed her cheek.
The smell of burnt popcorn met her nose and instantly she looked towards to the small shop selling the famous local food. She frowned as her stomach grumbled, unsatisfied with the healthy diet she was partaking in. The reminder of her previous meal of salad with chicken, brought a wave of disappointment. The melodic sound of laughter from her left, brought her back to reality. She glanced back at her destination and her veins suddenly filled with excitement, urging her to enter the alluring building in front of her.
As Feyre walked towards the atavistic establishment, she stumbled as a result of the uneven ground. Her clumsy side appeared as she almost toppled over but at the last moment righted herself. Many pairs of eyes swung in her direction upon noticing her mishap. It could have also been because of the sparky, deep blue blazer that contrasted her golden brown hair. Her face flamed but she carried on and plastered a confident smile on her face. An idea of a painting flashed before her eyes. ‘A statement of the century’ is what she would call it.
Upon reaching the end of the queue, she promptly opened her bag, searching for an item, only to realise its absence. Her wallet. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be able to purchase the well-known treat of this place and luckily, she still had her ticket. She patiently waited as the lined shortened until she was at the front. The usher with a nametag that said ‘Rhys’, dressed all black and eyes so blue that could have been violet, pointedly glimpsed at her outfit and rose a single brow. Feyre offered up a dazzling smile as she said in the old language,
“Have to make an impression on Velaris somehow!”
Rhys chuckled and it was then she noticed just how beautiful he was. Possibly the most beautiful man see has ever seen. Her admiring was cut short when he replied smoothly in her language,
“Not from here, darling?”
Feyre’s brows rose and her smile slipped,
“How did you know?”
His eyes sparkled as he answered,
“You sound like you’re speaking straight out of the old text.”
Feyre gasped in surprise. She thought use of the old language was impeccable. Rhys laughed upon noticing her face as he opened his hand, an indication for the ticket to be handed over. She placed the creamed coloured ticket in his waiting hand, and then he reached behind him pick up the informative brochure for tonight. He turned back around and gave her the brochure. He smiled at her and said,
“Don’t worry, your old language is perfect. What I really meant was I wouldn’t forget a beautiful lady such as yourself.”
Feyre felt heat rise to her cheeks. Never would she have expected that response. She wanted to exit this situation fast and slow her racing heart. She looked back at Rhys and responded with a simple,
“Thanks.”
She quickly walked away, hoping to calm her nerves before the show started. Feyre continued on and walked through the imposing wooden doors. Her eyes glanced at the paper in her hand and as she flipped the brochure over, she stopped in the middle of the hall to read the words written in delicate writing,
Darling,
If you ever feel like practicing in your old language in a new environment, I can be the perfect person ;) Or if you just want to talk in general, find me at the house of wind. Hope to hear from the beautiful lady soon.
-Rhys
Feyre’s heart stopped beating all together, then a grin as blinding as the sun emerged. Suddenly this man held more interest to her than the actual performance. An idea formed in Feyre’s mind but with being already full of nervous energy, she suddenly felt shy. She glanced at the message again and decided to just do it. She hurriedly walked back towards the entrance and as she spotted Rhys again, he looked up, directly at her. Their eyes connected as the air around them sang, as if they were being pushed them together.
As she reached the booth, Rhys gave her a questioning look. Feyre looked deep into his eyes and said one simple word,
“Yes.”
It was like she had hung the moon and stars with the smile Rhys gave her. It was so contagious that she joined in too. Another painting flashed in her mind; this time of a future filled with beauty. One where her life was quiet and beautiful, just like the night sky. Rhys would be there, and everything would feel perfect, like a dream that she wished for and was answered by the stars. She knew in that instant what it would be called,
‘To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered.’
Ha I’ve never done something like this before and I wrote it in like 2 seconds, ILL BE DOING TO AGAIN It makes me feel creative lol
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“Oohhh,” Feyre moaned, “sooooo g-good.”
Rhys hummed in agreement as his tongue licked a line straight through the sweetness. His eyes glossed over in bliss.
“Rhys…Rhys please!” She whimpered and moaned, desperate for more.
Rhys growled, temporarily lost in heaven from the taste.
“RHYS!” Feyre cried out.
A sharp sting from the ferocious slap Feyre dealt upon his hand was hastily turning pink.
“I wanted the last piece!” Feyre scowled. It deepened when Rhys shoved the entire piece of cake in his mouth, grinning like a fool.
Once Rhys finished, he made a bargain with his mate and a smile bloomed on her face. For what he promised was another plate of euphoric cake and all of it was for her.
I wanted to explore Nyx's side of the story so here it is!
Warnings: slight angst
All characters belong to SJM
Link to A03 Part 1 Part 2
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My feet carried me to the chamber that was occupied by my mother. After the long day of celebrations, I wanted to spend my time in quiet. I wanted to spend time with her.
Opening the large doors, I stepped into her room. It was the same as it always was. Bare, clean, and … quiet.
On the bed before me, laid my sleeping mother. She looked beautiful as ever.
She had been asleep my entire life. I wouldn’t have had a single memory of her if my father didn’t have the abilities he possesses. He used them whenever I asked him to show me her, even if it pained him.
I know my father came here more than he cared to admit. I visited her fairly often too.
At every major milestone, I would come here and tell her, hoping she could hear.
I sat on the bed next to her, placed her hand in mine, and pressed a soft kiss to her hand.
“Hi mum,” I whispered, tears already threatening to spill, “It’s my birthday. I just turned 100.”
“We had a whole celebration. Aunt Mor planned all of it. She invited so many people, I couldn’t even tell you a single name I remember.”
I chuckled remembering all the introductions while I was trying and failing to remember just a single name. Especially when she tried playing matchmaker, along with Uncle Cass. Thankfully my father had my back. I don’t know what I would do without him.
The smile on my face fell.
“I wish you could have been there,” my voice cracked and the tears I was holding back fell, “I miss you so much, mum. You are the only thing I ever wish for.”
I thought back to the moment I blew out my candles. Aunt Elain had made a massive cake, decorated with the night sky and 100 shining stars. 100 perfectly arranged candles flickered in front of my face and while everyone was singing happy birthday, I decided what I would wish for. Blowing them out I held onto that wish, hoping it would come true.
I sat off her bed, brushing the hair from her face, just watching her endless sleep.
A soft breeze floated in through a window and my wings began to twitch.
I brought her hand to my mouth again and pressed a soft kiss on top.
“I love you mum. Even if I’ve never met you, you mean so much to me. I will be back soon,” I paused to calm my rising sadness, then repeated again just to make sure she knows, “I love you.”
I stood from the bed and took one last look at a mother I’ve never met yet means so much to me.
Begrudgingly I left the room and walked toward the open balcony. The wind ruffled my wings, sending a thrill through me. But tonight would be a solemn flight.
I unfurled my wings and took off into the night sky. I left wisps of my power float around and tangle in my legs, arms, and hair. It lifted a weight off my chest, one I hadn’t realised I was carrying.
I flew and flew and flew, until my wings could no more.
I landed softly, looking around at the frosted grass. I laid down on the grass, ignoring the chill.
Watching the stars was my favourite thing to do. The stars and I have a lot in common. We’re both lonely, trying to find ourselves in a never-ending darkness. Looking at them made me feel whole, feel complete. They were home and no matter what, they would always be here.
The twinkling lights above brought a story to mind that my father showed me of mother,
I watched as Feyre poured herself a drink and then refilled mine before she met my gaze. So many emotions burned so fiercely in her. But an unending amount of empathy shone through. She understood me and reassured I wasn’t the only one to dream.
She lifted her glass and toasted, “To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.”
I clicked my glass against hers, my former emotions drifting away until they were nothing but specks surrounded by the hollow darkness that I am. I toasted back, “To the stars who listen - and the dreams that are answered.”
It seems being a lonely dreamer runs in the family. I have one gift from my mother and it will always burn as brightly as her … hope.
And so I followed in my mother's footsteps, continuing to look up at the stars and wish.
