#solaier

𝚖𝚊𝚗  𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜  𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜.      ringing  continues  to  hound  his  head  from  an  ear  he  no  longer  has,     both  𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐   as  he  tries  his  best  to  stay  within  the  conscious  realm.      people  flitted  in  and  out  of  the  room,     fretting  and  stressing  over  him,     to  which  he  stayed  𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙻𝚈  𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂.     he  only  ever  registered  two  of  the  many  frantic  faces,    his  brother’s,    and  his  𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢  𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜.    

room  a  quiet  bliss  for  just  a  moment,      feeling  cedrella  curl  into  his  side  on  the  couch.      𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎  𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎  curls  over  lips,    arms  rather  stiffly  bringing  themselves  around  her  so  neither  fell  off,     widening  as  he  felt  gentle  kiss  upon  his  nose.     and  suddenly  he  felt  a  𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗   times  better ;    [   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙰  𝙲𝚄𝙳𝙳𝙻𝙴  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈  𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽’𝚃  𝙵𝙸𝚇   ].

Delicate hands stretch across the piano keys before him,  like large pale spiders dancing and creating melodies where they land.  Notes rise and fall as mountains and valleys,  and while another,  lesser man might pause to make notes,  he merely adjusts the melody as he goes.  Time has been kind to Edward  –––  time has had no other option but to be kind to the vampire boy  –––  and it has blessed him with infinite patience and diligence,  which has in turn blessed him with the kind of talent that one can only learn.  He doesn’t need to make notes,  doesn’t need to write things down,  doesn’t need to print off sheet music;  so when the melody dips into something softer,  something smoother,  something like a lullaby,  he turns his head slightly,  showing the sharp white flash of a smile to the person shaped shadow of silence in the doorway.  “ I thought that was you, ”  he murmurs,  tilting his head again,  this time back towards the piano in a welcoming gesture.  “ Heard you coming a mile away. ”  He laughs,  low and under his breath,  at his own joke.  

@solaier​ asked: “  you don’t ever have to pretend. not with me. not ever.  ” feyre @ cassian !

   cassian had never been that much of an open book. if anything, he’d blame azriel for rubbing off on him. no matter how many times people told the shadowsinger to relax, to open up, cassian felt as if he could see his brother simply just retreat even further back into the shadows. hearing feyre’s words, he looked to her, offering her a hint of a smile that tugged at the corner of his lips.  “ me? pretending? ”  that small smile turned into a grin as he’d nudged her, a teasing motion.  “ please, even if i did, rhys would see right through me, and i already hear enough of him scolding me in my head. ”  it was easy to joke around, to tease. they were a family  ( a chaotic one at best )  , though he’d grown used to having everyone around. still, that teasing smile faded a bit, a more genuine smile on his lips.  “ you know you don’t need to pretend with me, either. ”  a beat, his tone turning teasing again.  “ you can complain to me all you want about how perfect rhys is and how azriel and i will never compare. ”

          They always came to him, when his wife could be over bearing. Normally he would sit and listen, sometimes that alone was enough and if not, a gentle word of guidance. After all he and lady Bridgerton were a team. And he knew better than to work against her. “And where is the harm in humoring your mother, my dear?”

@solaier​​    asked    ❝  i’m    not    leaving    you    here.  ❞ from   hope    to    lizzie.    /    soft    angst    sentence    starters.