#lucemedi

i think the biggest thing he feels towards rue is fear. on every level. which we know always, always ( until his turning point in s2 ) expresses itself as anger. it’s a childish effort to control circumstances that seem written into fate and, thus, out of his control. ( love that irony, right ?? ) at every step, rue is someone that throws a wrench into what he’s working to maintain. truthfully, the least of it is her relationship with mytho before the heart shards – it scares him, of course, to have mytho out of his sight and he makes no effort to learn to trust her. to him, she’s nothing more than an interloper and he has seen how mytho won’t take care of himself. so it’s a fairly straightforward irritation that she presents a distraction in mytho’s life that he can’t control. 

things change when the plot, both in canon and meta textually, is set in motion. they have an incredibly interesting dynamic in that they really bring out the worst in each other mostly because they’re never quite on the same page. ( a side note – i find it fascinating and extremely well written that at points, they work as each other’s adversaries. mytho, the storybook prince, gets the storybook villain. fakir and rue, the players in the story who are human, get the adversary of fate but see that adversary in each other. ) when rue is pleased that mytho can smile at her, having regained some sense of feeling, that’s when fakir is dreading the return of his heart. and once fakir’s on board, rue isn’t anymore. ( ie, “the only one who doesn’t want the story to move forward here is you.” ) 

he’s afraid of what she can do to mytho, yes, but also what she makes him confront about himself. his failed knighthood, his inability to protect mytho. but because they’re not characters in stories ( the irony !! i love this SHOW. ) by the end of drosselmeyer’s reign, they get to grow. he never gets enough time to know rue as the person she is, but by virtue of the fact that he can see the love between her and the people he loves ( ahiru & mytho ), he’s very genuine in his interest to write not just mytho, but her as well, a happy ending. 

happy birthday!!

that last tag HURT how dare u

  MEMORIES OFTEN BLUR, they fade from his mind like fleeting rays of sunshine just before sunset. He remembers very little about their dances, but he tries to recall some details nonetheless  ——  so desperately wants not to have forgotten how her hands felt in his, or how the light caught her eyes. But he has. He forgets more and more each time Thoros brings him back to life. Beric hasn’t seen Allyria in barely a year, and yet it feels like he’s been gone for DECADES, far from Blackhaven, from any resemblance of an actual living. And yet he doesn’t look much like the boy she met anymore, the one she was supposed to wed; it’s not just the scars on his body, really, it’s the heaviness in his eyes, once bright blue.

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                                     DAMN Eöl, thought Fingon bitterly. Damn that Dark Elf! His sister did not DESERVE this, to be forced as his WIFE. The only good that had ever come out was young Maeglin. For years did they wonder where Aredhel was. For years did Turgon and Fingon worry. The Sun could not set and the Moon could not rise if Fingon would not THINK of Aredhel. Countless HOURS did he spend, praying to Eru that no HARM could have befallen upon her. His prayers were ANSWERED but at the same time, it was HEARD without REGARD. 

                                     Fingon sat beside his sister, eyes glimmering as the STARS of Varda twinkled in the silent night. He was DONNED in his BLUE robes and Aredhel, still within the WHITE dresses she would always wear. She was after all, the White Lady of the Ñoldor. As TALL and STRONG as her brothers, only held more PRECIOUS than themselves. For in their eyes, Aredhel was GREATER than any JEWEL upon the Earth and PRICELESS compared to any Elven-kingdoms. They can rebuilt their cities but they could never replace a sister.