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Ummm... I hit 100 followers!?!?!?! I still canât understand why a hundred people would want to see my content but Iâm thankful for every single one of you. So, to celebrate I wrote a little Nessian for you. I really hope you like it!!
Also, Iâm thanking @court-0f-dreamers @highladyfxyre  @queen-archeronâ @the-bookish-soulâ because they talk to and fangirl with me (while writing amazing fics), which is a feat worthy of greek heroes and @highlady-cas @tacmc and @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty because their work is amazing and inspires me.
THANK YOU!!!!
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Nesta had been turning in bed all night, and when she finally woke up, she wasnât feeling too good, but she dismissed it as PMS and got out of bed to start the day, like anyone would.
She trudged downstairs, hearing Cassian already in the kitchen of their townhouse making breakfast. She was surprised that she couldnât smell what he was cooking because he never closed the door to the kitchen and the smell was distinguishable all around the house.
Nesta went in, taking a look at his mate, shirtless and doing bacon and scrambled eggs for the two of them.
Still, she couldnât smell it, but she dismissed it as a cold that was stuffing her nose and sneaked her hands around Cassian, kissing the spot between his wings and nuzzling her nose there.
âGood morning, sweetheartâ, said Cassian, relaxing into her touch while stirring the food in the pan.
âMorningâ, answered Nesta, not wanting to let go of the warmth he was providing.
âAre you tired? You moved around the bed all night?â, he asked, worry lacing his voice.
âMm-mmmm... I think I might have a cold, or maybe my period is coming... I donât know. I just know that I canât really smell the delicious food youâre preparing and Iâm frustrated because I really want toâ, Nesta mumbled against his back, tightening her arms around his waist.
At that, Cassian took the pan out of the fire, dividing the breakfast between the two plates that were ready at the counter. When he finished, the commander pried his mateâs arms from his waist and turned around to see her face.Â
She had dark circles under her eyes and he brought his hand to her forehead, checking her temperature.
âNes, youâre a little hotâ, he said, looking into her tired eyes.
âIâm always hot. Thatâs why you married me.â
âThat is true. I mean hotter than normalâ, he chuckled. âDo you want me to call a healer? Rhys can winnow Madja here, it wouldnât take too long-â
âNo. Not yet anyway. I wanna have my delicious breakfastâ, interrupted Nesta, stepping away from Cassian, getting both plates and bringing them to the table, pulling out a chair to sit on it.
The first bite Nesta took tasted like nothing, but she thought that, obviously, she had to be mistaken, because it was her favourite breakfast, so she took another one.
Still, she couldât taste anything, so she stopped wasting a perfectly good meal.
She stood up and headed for the sink, wanting to see if drinking a little water would wash watever was happening to her tongue down.
âNes?â, enquired Cassian, standing up right along her and carefully nearing her.
âI just-â, she sighed, closing her eyes and bracing the counter. âI canât taste anything, and I still canât smell either.â She opened her eyes, turning to look at Cassian...
Only to see everything black. She tried opening her eyes again, thinking that she had had a lapse and hadnât really opened them before.
Still, everything was dark, as if all the light of the world had been snuffed out.
Nesta started whimpering, turning her head frantically and throwing out her arms, searching for something, anything that could anchor her to reality.
âNesta?!â, panicked Cassian, bringing his arms under her shoulders and knees and picking her up, carrying her to the couch and setting her down on his lap, cradling her head and swiping the shiny brown hair away from her face.
Nesta thrashed a little and cried out. âCassian! Cassian... please Cass-â
âShhh, Iâm right here sweetheart, Iâm not leaving. Iâm right here...â, said Cassian while kissing her temple. âWhatâs wrong Nes? Can you tell me?â
âI- I canât see anything. Cassian, Iâm scaredâ, whispered Nesta, bringing her hands to both sides of Cassianâs face, feeling his stubble on her hands, which calmed her down.
âOkay. Itâs okay. Iâve sent a message to Rhys and heâs gonna bring Madja over, yes? Youâre going to be just fine. Sheâll tell us whatâs happening to youâ, assured Cassian, almost more to himself than to her.
While they waited for the healer, the commander took Nesta to their room, asumed the same position they had in the sofa and started running his hands over her body, caressing her and drawing slow circles to make her know somehow that he was there and hadnât gone anywhere, leaving her power and defenseless.
Not long after they sat on the bed, a knock sounded through the bedroom. It was sharp but not too loud, and Cassian answered it with a âcome in!â, and resumed his labor of calming Nesta.
Madja came in, followed by Rhysand, carrying her bag with the medical supplies. After setting it on the night table, Rhys carefully let himself out, making sure he didnât disturb anyone, but not before offering his help whenever they needed it.
The healer slowly made her way to the couple on the bed and started speaking.
âHello, Nesta. Hi, Cassian. Could you tell me whatâs happening?â, she asked politely.
âYes. I just woke up really stiff, and with a little bit of a running nose, but I dismissed it because it wasnât too bad. But, then I couldnât smell the breakfast Cassian was making and when I went to taste it, I coudnât either. And then everything just went blackâ, explained Nesta, looking aproximately where she thought the voice of the healer was coming from.
âMmm. Are you running a fever?â
âYes she is. I touched her forehead a while back and the temperature seemed higher than normalâ, contributed Cassian, not stopping his ministrations.
Madja got up and open her bag, taking out a few strange looking leaves out, along with a mortar to mix them. She went at it for a minute or so while she explained:
âOkay, so you have what we call âIsolation Syndromeâ. Basically, is a virus that cancels your senses one by one, leaving the affected with the feeling that heâs alone, even if heâs in a room full of people. Usually the senses that are invalidated first are the last to come back, and they stop working aproximately one hour apart from the previous one, so probably your smell disappeared while you were sleeping and so did your taste. They donât have a fixed order of disappearance, so youâve been really lucky that the first ones you lost were the less used and isolating ones.â
âBut you can fix it, right?â, urged Cassian, looking at the healer with pleading eyes.
âKind of. I canât make it go away, but I can make it go quicker. Say, it usually takes an hour between the stopping of each sense and twelve hours for the first one to start functioning again. With the medication Iâm just finishing preparing, the senses she has left will disappear with ten minutes of diference, but, instead of half a day in complete isolation, she will only be an hour.â
Nesta took a sharp intake of breath, as if the air had been knocked out of her lungs.
âA whole hour?â, she whispered, tears already threatening to spill in anticipation of what was coming.
âYes, Iâm sorry. Thatâs the most I can doâ, apologized Madja.
âNo, no. Thatâs very kind of youâ, thanked Cassian. Then he turned to Nesta, and spoke, with love and kindness in his eyes and voice.
âNes, you can do this and much more. Iâm gonna be here with you the whole time, even when you donât feel like I amâ, he reassured.
When the concoction was ready, Madja neared the bed once again and pushed the cup into Nestaâs hands with great care.Â
âWhenever youâre ready, go ahead and drink it all. Iâll leave you two alone for it, but Iâm staying right next door preparing a tonic for the commander so he doesnât get sick too, until everything is over, so if you need anything, just shout a little and Iâll come.â
After that, she packed up her things and left the room rapidly.
âCass?â asked Nesta. âIâm ready.â
âAre you sure? You donât have to take it now if you arenât.â
Her only response was to bring the cup to her lips and swallow the entire thing in one swig.
Right next, she huddled into his arms even more than she was, and pleaded, âJust donât leave me... Please?â
âNever. I love you.â
She never heard it.
When the hearing went away, Nestaâs hand started working frantically against Cassianâs chest, writing random patterns just to grasp onto that security the tact was now only giving her.
But when the touch went away... Oh, when it went away she was reduced to a crying, whimpering mess, breaking Cassianâs heart like no one but Nesta ever could.
Nestaâs heart, on the other hand, was being squished, reliving her Cauldron experience. Over and over again. Watching Elain being pulled under, then out. The two men grabbing her next. Getting her into the damn Cauldron. Pushing her underwater. And then, the drowning. The endless, inexhaustible drowning, along with suffocating... And again it began.
Suddenly, sheâs started feeling him again, and the caresses he had kept up doing. Then, not a minute after, she heard him.
âShhh... Itâs okay, sweetheart, Iâm right here... I love you, alwaysâ, repeating his mantra for the last hour.
âCassian?â, groaned Nesta, her voice rough because of all the tears she had spilled and the constant groaning.
âHey, hey. How are you feeling?â, he asked.
âI- Cass I was so scared. It was the Cauldron over and over again and I-â
âYouâre out. And itâs over. Never again, Nestaâ, he interrupted.
âI know I just...â, she nuzzled her head onto his neck, her vision finally returning. âI love you. So muchâ, she concluded, sleep dragging her, now that everything was returning to normal.
Cassian chuckled and pulled her hair out of her face, pushing it behind her ears.
âI love you too Nes. But now, sleep. Itâs been a hard and long morning and Iâll be here when you wake up.â
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Warst du jemals verliebt in ein MĂ€dchen und hĂ€ttest alles fĂŒr sie gegeben... wirklich alles aber sie hat nur mit dir gepielt.
Es heiĂt ja wir Jungs sind schlimm und arschlöcher, aber naja.. ihr MĂ€dchen verletzt ja auch die guten Jungs und macht sie entweder zu den Arschlöchern oder zu dem was ich bin, ein Selbstzweifler der sich nach der Liebe sehnt aber nicht mehr weiĂ wie.
Wenn es dir verwehrt ist lieben zu können, dann musst du das Leben auch lassen. Tag fĂŒr Tag verliebt sich jeder und ich tue so als ob ich nicht davon verletzt wĂ€re.. aber naja nach und nach bricht meine Mauer..