#feyrian

With a muttered curse, Feyre threw away the damn poles of the tent and flopped on the hard ground, cursing again. She watched videos about tents at home, before they left and even printed instructions for herself but she still managed to do something wrong. She groaned up at the afternoon sky, praying that her boyfriend wouldn't come back soon to see her like this.

Of course her prayer was ignored as she heard the heavy footsteps of Jurian and soon, he stood beside her, looking down at her. He knew this exact expression like she knew the backside of her hand. That asshole suppressed a laugh, amusement written on his face. "The whole forest could hear you cursing." he chuckled, shaking his head. "You scared the animals. Are you now finally accepting my help?"

Feyre narrowed her eyes and jumped up and pushed him to the side. "No." she said, gathering the poles that she had thrown away. She only needed to calm down and try again. Reading through her instructions again, she was fairly confident that the fourth try would be the lucky one. Now she would have no problems at all.

"You're so stubborn." Jurian said behind her, with no trace of judgment. "You know you don't have to be independent all the time."

As Feyre clicked the poles together, she held back the urge to roll her eyes. "I know how this is going to end. This is supposed to be a relaxing weekend, I will not talk about my mother. Or father. Or my sisters."

Jurian sighed, his shoes clicking on the ground as he, no doubt, bounced his knee up and down. Feyre knew this was a tic of his that he did when he was nervous or frustrated. Knowing that it couldn't be the former, Feyre almost snapped at him for being frustrated with her but…honestly, she got it. Feyre knew that she was carrying baggage from her childhood and she easily got irritated when someone tried to talk with her about it. Of all people, Jurian was the only person, besides Mor, that Feyre had the least problems with talking openly about it. But that didn't mean she didn't have any problems at all. Depending on the day, Feyre had a hard time opening up but she knew Jurian felt the same about his own childhood, that's why he was so understanding with her.

"You don't look relaxed at all." Jurian pointed out. Hissing at a very stubborn pole, Feyre turned around and slumped her shoulders.

"Better?"

"Not at all." Jurian replied, grinning. "Just let me help. I know you can do it but it will be quicker."

She looked down at the tent, then at Jurian, "Fine." she said. "Help."

Jurian smiled, wiping his hands on his pants and walked over to Feyre. "Take this." he told her, pressing the end of the pole in Feyre's hands and started weaving it through the sleeve of the tent. He did the same on the side and with the other, shorter, poles. "You need to slowly raise this pole," he told her, pointing to the middle one. Feyre nodded and did as he instructed. As she held, Jurian walked around the tent and fastened the tent to the ground, they repeated that a few times until the tent stood all on its own.

"You're good at this." Feyre said.

Jurian winked at her, "I already did this once or twice."

"Of course," she rolled her eyes. "You could have started with that little piece of information."

He laughed, gathering the rainfly and draped it atop the tent. "I thought the picture of me and my father told you enough."

Feyre huffed, securing the rainfly on the back of the tent, Jurian doing the same on the front. "I know you were already camping but I didn't know you set up a tent on your own."

"I didn't," he replied. "But I helped my father." Together, they staked the remaining edges of the tent and secured the ropes. "Look, we did amazing!"

"We did." Feyre agreed, linking her arm with Jurian’s. "But I could have done it alone."

"I don't doubt it but I'd rather we finish this before nightfall," he said. Feyre slapped his arm, barely containing her smile. "Because I wanna show you something."

"What?" Feyre asked.

"You'll see."

They both put their backpacks in the tent and closed it. Jurian took Feyre's hand as they followed an overgrown dort path until they reached a cliff. Feyre gasped at the view, squeezing his hand, "I never saw something so beautiful!" she exclaimed as the sky got an orange tint as the sun started to set.

"Me neither." Jurian said. Feyre smiled up at him, realizing that Jurian already looked at her. She kissed him. Once, twice, then tugged on his hand. Together they sat there, watching the sunset as Feyre leaned her head on his shoulder.

She could get used to this