#fireworks?

Happy New Year everyone! How about some fireworks to celebrate?

The Library was not Helion’s, but it loved him nearly as much as he loved its caretaker.   Took him to Nesta between one step and the next, fury a shaking siren song that rattled down to his unsteady hands.   She was safe, she was fine- she wasn’t alone.   And Helion could only be grateful as the massive Illyrian between him and his best friend looked up from her hair. Cassian had come, the Library had moved. Nesta, who could absolutely take care of herself but shouldn’t have to, was safe.   But not- as Helion knew, as Nesta caught sight of him with eyes a little too blank, the precise color of a sky that had just burst into rain- alright.   She spun from Cassian’s arms like it was a dance, crashed right into Helion. Safe, he told himself. Moderated his grip, the tension leaking from his body- Nesta didn’t need the expression of male temper, she could smell it, and that was already more than enough to be unhelpful in this moment.   Two fisted hands clutched his tunic, and Helion lightly, bracingly wrapped his arms around her. “Say the word, I’ll start a fucking war. Right now. Tomorrow. We can announce it with fireworks on the border.”

come on guys it’s not fourth of july for another yEAR--