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it appeared nesta had pulled something in her back during training this afternoon. the spot in between her shoulder blades was tender and impossible to reach and massage herself. it wasn’t just her back that ached, but her legs as well. they had added a new training routine into their circuit today and brutal wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what it was like. she was reminded of her earlier days here at the house of wind, when she was so out of shape the bare minimum of exercises would make her on the borderline of being unable to walk.

    when it was only her and cassian left in the ring she had nearly collapsed to the ground and practically begged him to massage her. she layed on her stomach with her head resting on her arms that were folded in front of her. her eyes were closed as she waited for cassian, she could feel him near her and was anticipating the feel of his strong hands on her. however, she was not anticipating the kiss right in the sore spot of her back. though, it was greatly appreciated.

    nesta’s eyes fluttered open. slowly she turns her head slightly to look behind her at him with a teasing grin. “i thought you had a rule about things such as kissing in the ring, general.”

      BY: @silverflamcs

CASSIAN WATCHED AS he put away the weapons they’d been using this session, everyone else having left already. THANKFULLY, because cassian’s eyes were glued to the other for the last thirty to forty five minutes of training. he began to walk over, the sound of his feet light and his breathing quiet. when he got to his knees and placed a hand on either side of her, he leaned down and pressed his chapped lips against her damp, lightly sweat-coated skin, eyes looking upwards to see her half-turned head gazing back at him. he continued to kiss upwards until he reached the nape of her neck. 

❝ didn’t you know, nesta archeron, that RULES are meant to be BROKEN ? ❞ he asked her quietly, as he kissed back down to her sore spot. he knew where she was sore. he’d watched her grimaces and whenever she took special care not to turn or twist a certain way. he’d been alive and training long enough to see these kinds of things. 

@silverflamcs​ sent :😘                                 international kissing day meme ; send 😘 to kiss my muse.

nesta archeron. she has adapted to the winter court so PERFECTLY. she is made of ice herself, is she not? is that why she has adapted to the land of snow and cold so easily?  the irony of the situation is not lost upon the high lord. the woman that was cold and guarded in the walls of the night court, tucked away in starlight, has THAWED just a bit here. perhaps it’s the lack of judgment she receives here ; the lack of feyre and rhysand’s constant CODDLING.             adam has not coddled nesta once. he has been there, merely a FRIEND to spend time with. he has shown her the library, giving her recommendations of tales to pursue ; he has showed her around the court, provided her with fancy dresses worthy of a QUEEN, and has let her stay in the manor. there have been instances where the high lord and the ice queen end up in bed together, but it’s nothing more than two broken souls being DESPERATE for a touch of release from someone who will not judge them. from someone who knows what it’s like to HURT. it’s one of those moments now, to be honest.

  nyx does not yet sleep through the night, exhaustion lines her young face. soemtimes she forgets that there are lifetimes ahead of her. sometimes she realizes that she still lives as if this brief moment in life is all that she may have. she has perhaps rushed into love and marriage, rushed into a child, and pushed through traumas that ought to have been better dealt with. and it was that attitude of just pushing forward that had led her to so badly mishandle nesta. 

   for all she had accused tamlin of when it came to mishandling her after beneath the mountain -- had she really done any different? she had tried to be patient but, what was a year of mourning to a being that would be alive for hundreds more?

   a soft thump as she landed on the balcony of the house of winds.  letting her power seep through the house to alert her elder sister to her presence. nyx sleeps curled against her chest, happy in his swaddled cocoon, she is content to take him with her most places she goes. rhysand - overbearing and protective as ever - often protests, but it is easy enough to ignore him. much as she has today.  sensitive ears hear the soft swish of skirts, nesta approaches -- 

   lips pull to a smile, her hand resting absent mindedly on the top of nyx’s dark head.  ‘ nesta -- i hope i’m not disturbing you. is it a good time for a visit? i saw cassian and rhys flying off this morning so i assumed you might be here.  if you’d rather i come back at a better time -- i understand i should have contacted you --.. ‘ 

it was an old sentiment for aelin by now — she was always shocking people with her empathy, with her regard for others... as if her time spent as an assassin had fundamentally made her incapable. truthfully, maybe it should have. surely the judgement was reasonable; after all, what regard could she possibly have for human life if she was so quick to take it? maybe once upon a time, she would have argued that she understood better than most just how precious life was because of that moment in her personal history... but she didn't have it in her anymore to argue for understanding. she didn't feel the need to; she wasn't that girl anymore. she was queen of her own land, one of the many saviors of her world. and she had done all of it, every accomplishment, based off of her own kindness. if that didn't speak for itself by now, it never would.

did she know that? feyre stopped for a second, eyes glistening with sadness and anger as she remembered another time. she remembered starving, going alone to hunt & most of all she remembered the day it felt like she was only one who was willing to bear the weight of the world. perhaps she was not the only one who could do it, but her shoulders still carried scars from being the only one who actually did it. was that not the reason they were all here to begin with? feyre had been hunting when she killed a fairy and now they were all changed. so did she know it did not always have to be her? she certainly did not. not even sharing the weight with rhys had come to her easily, her mate the person she trusted most in the world. but there were still seeds of resentment towards her oldest sister that she did not know existed.