#stareternyl

first of all, i saw this while i was mid raid tonight and i fucking snorted, but also i actually lowkey hate thinking about this. i think it peaked in like 2018/19 around the peak before and during season 8 around 2500k and it was miserable (not to mention the daily anon hate)?? but i was SO AGAINST remaking because i had so many memories attached and i just want to go back in time and smack myself because it was not that deep and it was not worth the anxiety every time i got an ask.

—   𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄. ( 𝑻𝑶𝑮 / 𝑨𝑪𝑶𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬 )   ft. @stareternyl​

   SHIT.    shit, shit shit. 

   he knows she knows.    can tell from the moment he steps into the living room, how his mother sits perched on the couch, awaiting his arrival.    a small, amused smirk on her lips, light dancing in her bright hues as she looks to her son.    the mere expression on her face sending butterflies of nerves fluttering about in his stomach.    of course, he’d known they’d meet eventually.    a mating bond is rare, IMPORTANT; nyx wanted nothing more than to share the love of his life with his mother, his whole family.    but he’d anticipated their initial meeting as planned, extravagant.    not feyre and hope running into each other as his mate slipped out of the river house, nyx resting peacefully upstairs.    blissfully unaware of the interaction taking place.

"i had it made."

rare, that aelin is shy - but somehow her hands are shaking with nerves, as she sits across from the other female. not the first time they've visited the other's court - feyre is most definitely a friend of terrasen - and she'd taken careful note of her nameday in a conversation the last time they'd spoken, ensuring to have her gift waiting the next time they'd seen one another.

hands twist in her lap now, snatching at the emerald and silver of her gown, as ashryver hues flicker over the bracelet - in the centre a disc, engraved with stars, hovering over a subtle flame flicker. star/fire, like the both of them.

smile grazes her lips now, voice soft.

Chambers long since prepared and adorned with familiar green and silver, the corridors clean and pristine for their guests and the size of the host they’d be holding. Her own husband currently busying himself with security of their armies, to be on the safe side ; not that she herself was worried – it would have been a bad enough idea to attack the keep, let alone with several more gifted fae within its walls.

Her own frame is well dressed and ready for their guests – after tossing and turning for most of the night ( to a degree that had her own mate stirring so frequently that she’d gotten herself up and ready early ) she’d taken her time to weave her golden locks into twisting half up curls, her own crown on her head, the emerald of her dress lined with silver, as earthy toned a the forest outside.

At the sound of the horn, Aelin broke into a grin – they had arrived.

With a pace that was utterly not royal in mannerisms, her frame was quick to make her way through palace halls and steps, until she’s making her way into the courtyard – and all but throws herself into familiar arms, with a hug so tight it might have strained mortal bodies that neither of them possess any longer. Squeezing @stareternyl as a elated little laugh spilled free now.