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Official Summary:

Nesta was a horrible swimmer.

It was too uncouth her mother claimed whenever Nesta begged to join the others as a child.

But on occasion, under the dim light of twilight, she snuck out to the river's edge and threw herself to the mercy of the current. She’d nearly frozen the first night she tried. After having clawed her way on the bank, mud and grass caked under her nails, she laid there and let the wind lash violently at her exposed skin. Fractals of ice weighed down her lashes. It didn't matter to her, too exhausted to care, every pore in her body drained of the urge to fight.

Eventually, she learned – sort of. Cauldron be damned.

It hadn't prepared her for the invisible ocean she was drowning in now. Hadn't taught her how to survive a world so foreign to everything she knew – everything she had been.

Head underwater, lungs depleted, his hand was the life raft she didn't want to need. She was stronger now, didn't need necessarily need that life raft, but that didn’t stop her heart from wanting it…and the male attached to it.

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In a world on fire, where the flames licked away the dampness on her cheeks, Nesta was learning to build a home of her own.

(Or, Eris and Nesta learn about family and home together.)

Working on a new project because my brain doesn’t know when to stop even when I have other things to be finishing. (p.s. This moodboard is one of my favourite that I’ve made. Mostly because I’m glutton for anything with autumnal tones.)

Full summary and details to come. For now though: - Nesta secrets away to Autumn - Eris is mama’s boy - LOA is a goddess  - Beron is a pr**k, but a complex one  - We meet more of the Vanserra’s and the extended family - Found family 2.0  - Unlocking secrets of the Autumn Court - So much angst/hurt/comfort (because I apparently don’t know how to do anything else)

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“I suspect Eris would build you a library just as large as this if you simply asked.”

The blush Nesta fought to hide was still visible even as she buried her face in Cian’s fur.

“Grander too,” she couldn’t help but gently tease. “He may already have to the plans sequestered away somewhere.”

Nesta scoffed. “He’d regret it the instant he had to help me carry all the books I’d want to fill such a place with.”

Her eyes dropped to the ball of dark grey fur. With a knowing smile, she said, “Somehow I doubt that.”

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Fandoms: ACOTAR Relationships: Nesta x Eris Rating: Mature* Release Date: Late January 2023 (tentatively)

READ NOW Fandoms: ACOTAR Relationships: Nesta x Eris Rating: Mature Chapter(s): 1/? Release Date: February 12, 2023

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Story Summary:

Nesta was a horrible swimmer.

It was too uncouth her mother claimed whenever Nesta begged to join the others as a child.

But on occasion, under the dim light of twilight, she snuck out to the river's edge and threw herself to the mercy of the current. She’d nearly frozen the first night she tried. After having clawed her way on the bank, mud and grass caked under her nails, she laid there and let the wind lash violently at her exposed skin. Fractals of ice weighed down her lashes. It didn't matter to her, too exhausted to care, every pore in her body drained of the urge to fight.

Eventually, she learned – sort of. Cauldron be damned.

It hadn't prepared her for the invisible ocean she was drowning in now. Hadn't taught her how to survive a world so foreign to everything she knew – everything she had been.

Head underwater, lungs depleted, his hand was the life raft she didn't want to need.

She was stronger now, didn't need necessarily need that life raft, but that didn’t stop her heart from wanting it…and the male attached to it.

☾☼☽∙☾☼☽∙☾☼☽

In a world on fire, where the flames licked away the dampness on her cheeks, Nesta was learning to build a home of her own.

(Or, Eris and Nesta learn about family and home together.)

Chapter One

Preview

“Thank you.” Her hand found his, the old scar on her palm throbbing as she squeezed his hand briefly in thanks.

Together, they watched the spun magical threads of Day’s High Lord being chased by Nesta’s own. Slowly at first, but as Helion pushed her to give chase and extend her magic further and further, the twin streams began to move in unison, dancing together as they climbed the trunks of trees and arced into the air.

There was a beautiful symmetry to it.

The light of a thousand suns being chased by the light of a hundred moons.

“She’s getting stronger,” Hera offered as a ribbon of dual magic dared to brush by the pavilion’s entrance.

“She has always been strong,” the words falling from Eris’ lips unthinkingly, eyes once again too far away.

And so, here’s the second rendition of Eris’ first letter.