' feyre --- '

@ircnwrought / @starseternelle

Concerned, her gentle gaze examined Feyre's features - the dark circles under her eyes, the sudden gauntness to her face - and she reached over to squeeze Feyre's hand, comfortingly.

"What about eating? When did you last have a proper meal?" she questioned, without reproach. "I can probably help you to sleep, if you'd like," she offered, wiggling her magical fingertips with a faint smile.

@ircnwrought / @starseternelle

"Do you - do you think there will be another war?" she asked, nervously. Feyre's words were certainly true: what would happen to her family if the wall was to fall? What would happen to her? Too magical for the humans, yet far too human-like for the Fae. She had never fit in, and a war would only make that even more obvious.

@ircnwrought / @starseternelle

Perhaps. Yet Kiara did not feel as though there was any courage inside her. Would she have spent the last year here - hiding deep in the forest, and entirely alone - if she was brave? But there were clearly no humans who could explain and teach her about her powers, and the hope that someone would understand her was enough of a temptation for her to consider crossing over the wall more permanently.

"Do you think...they would help me?" she murmured, clasping her hands tightly together to stop the happy surge of magic that threatened to flow out from her fingertips.

Ever since she had been forced from her home, the wall had been calling to her. Calling to her magic. She had ignored the draw for so long, but as she loosened - just a little - the painfully tight control she'd forced over her untrained powers, she could no longer resist the urge to crossover.

Of all the beasts and creatures that she'd feared she might encounter, the last thing she'd expected to see was another human. Particularly not a young woman! But there was something about speaking to another outcast(?) that made Kiara feel less alone, and she eagerly awaited each of their impromptu meetings.

if there was a way or word to express feeling every emotion a human or fae could feel at one time with just heightened intensity , it would be used to describe aelin as she followed behind the servant through the lavish house alongside a twinkling river.      she once might have admired the beauty of such a home , such a court.      but the befallen news at hand blinded her from seeing anything but red.      like shadows , those who had stood beside her in the last war trailed behind.      the faces of all as solem and hard as her own.      everyone of them knew all too well what they were going to be up against.      as if the fates themselves were laughing in their faces saying they had not lost enough the last time.      but in no aspect did any of them , especially aelin who toyed with the flames speaking at her fingers , laugh at the irony.      instead they moved in silence down the halls until the doors before them opened to a room already filled with those of many forms and kinds.

late , they were late.      but aelin wasted no time in spilling sarcastic apologies or quick quips in reasoning.      nor did she bow towards the high lord host , or even acknowledge the others from vast world's sitting all around.      and from the ways of which rowan linterlinked his fingers with her , the feeling was shared.      coming to the empty chair ahead , silently taking her place at the table of many as the gown of emeralds and golds flowed behind her like a forest breeze , aelin’s blue eyes moved to each face as if scanning for her answer prior before her lowly voice filled with undirected anger finally broke through.      ❛   who the hell opened the gate ?   ❜

there was no moment of pondering , no putting it up to a vote.      when called upon by those who hailed from the lands of snow capped peaks and stary vast skies , aelin held no reserve in calling in that of  her most trusted to her side to venture to a world only she had once witnessed.      it was a debt she owed to the man who wrote to her.      the winged man who had slowed her that day just enough for her to return back home.      the conversation with the others not only of her court but lands vast beyond to the south had not been easy.     to ask for their help and walk into war yet again after the months of rebuilding finally began to slow after the victory of their own.      but after explaining in grand detail of falling through the worlds , emphasizing on the one in which lead her home , soon after agreement sounded through the meeting room.      and not a moment after aelin with rowan alongside her blood sworn , the king of adarlan , the two women in which aelin credited their victory against the valg to with their husbands beside them moved forth.      traveling through a gate that the queen had spent a good while in learning to craft and open with the old scrolls from orynth’s long past. 

she had expected   —   well aelin wasn’t sure what she’d expected    ––   when they stepped to the otherside.      the sun had long set over the towering peaks and yet the city before them glowed from the starlight above.      it was a sight that took lorcan clearing his throat to pull aelin from her trance and send them trekking forth into the city itself that held her in such awe.

whispers were the first sounds to fill their ears as they passed by the citizens of this place.      who could blame them ?      aelin was aware of how they appeared to the unknowing eye.      a mixture of fae and human , scented by places not of this world , with powers among them that had defied the gods themselves.      even offering soft smiles did little to stop the wary eyes.      thankfully the feeling of being out of place did not linger as a woman who appeared around her own age came into their path.      her beauty was remarkable and by which she looked at aelin , at those behind her , it was that reason the queen knew the woman before her was the one she had witnessed beside the man that night atop the balcony.      only , not as round.      ❛   hello ,   ❜    her voice that of civility as she took in the other.      ❛   i am   —   we are here to see rhysand.   ❜

@starseternelle   summoned the goddess,     ❛ there’s bravery in being soft ❜

         brilliant   amber   shifted   toward   the   younger,   head   canted   to   the   side   as   she   considered   feyre's   comment.   sinful   tiers   quirked   into   a   bemused   smile   as   she   quietly   hummed   in   agreement.         ❝     true   enough,   darling.   i   often   envy   those   that   are   still   able   to   be   soft.   i   am   but   a   bitter,   old   hag,   in   the   grand   scheme   of   things.     ❞         the   knowledge   that   she   hardly   looked   a   day   over   thirty   brought   an   amused   sparkle   to   the   high   fae's   iridescent   gaze.   she   winked   at   the   high   lady,   smile   widening   as   a   melodic   laugh   broke   any   leftover   tension.

         ❝     truly,   i   never   had   the   chance   to   be   soft.   newly   made     &&     i'd   already   found   a   cause   worthy   of   my   attention.   souls   better   than   i   are   capable   of   being   soft,   stars   know   prythian   is   in   great   need   of   more   like   them.     ❞         the   silken   fabric,   styled   in   typical   night   court   fashion,   washed   over   hyeon's   slender   body   as   she   shifted   to   fully   face   the   high   lady.   dark   hair   swayed,   wayward   strands   framed   her   ethereal   countenance   as   the   celestial   phoenix   peered   up   at   feyre   through   dark   lashes.