Ravaged by the Witchlight
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They both reached for the ruined letter at the same time, and their hands touched.
Elain froze, and she thought Lucien did, too.
Scorching heat coursed through her. Almost enough to hurt, but certainly enough to make her senses narrow to pinprick focus. To make her feel like time was speeding up and slowing down at once. She could feel how the earth would shake violently when Prythian fell into the ocean at the end of time. Tingling, as the hair on her head raced to get out of her body, growing longer so it could reach him, since the rest of her was reluctant to do so. She felt like the sun had reversed its motion, and wondered what would be different if Lucien could forget she’d ever rejected him as a mate in those horrible days after she was thrown into the Cauldron, and he instead would realize here, at this moment—she could see him falling on his knees before her, in this pretty palace with its cold floors, and its suffocating insulation from the outside world, and from there on his knees, he would confess, “You’re my mate.”
Long seconds ticked by, marked by the room’s grandfather clock. The black ink spread slowly across the ruined draft, but Elain didn’t see it or take note of its passage. Her mind was in the stars and the sea and the dirt. Farther. Somewhere beyond the horizon…
Lucien let out a careful, shuddering breath.
And then the moment passed."
I was so intimidated to write her POV, but enjoyed it more than I thought I would.
It is a Nessian fanfic primarily, but the Elucien subplot has stollen my heart ❤️
