Who said nights were for sleep?

Cassian: You're right.

Azriel: Sighs in relief.

Cassian: Violence is the question.

Azriel: Wait what?

Cassian, sprinting away: And the answer is yes!

@nessianweek | Day Five: Behind Closed Doors

My first idea for this art was to focus on the dialogue from the Acosf Prison scene, where Cassian says “I can’t risk you” and this phrase was repeated at a time when they were alone, after Bryce returned the mask to Nesta, because I believe it is one of the reasons, among others, for Cassian to be “the most furious” person with Nesta in that situation. However, the same Acosf Prison scene develops in a way that allows me to believe that Cassian recognizes that he should believe her. So I decided that, in response to Nesta’s “I’m fine” after the worlds were safe, in part because of the decision she made, he would again respond with an “I don’t know why I doubted you”, because I want Cassian to increasingly allow himself to consider Nesta’s perspective first, instead of criticizing her in favor of others, especially in cases where she is the most appropriate person to assess the situation.

My dear Jaque made this wonderful illustration, which I was super excited to share, and I don’t have enough words to praise and thank her.

Art by: Jaqueline Florencio (jjflorentina)

Commissioned by: @podemechamardek

N E S T A A R C H E R O N | Lady Death

@nestaarcheronweek | Day Four: Lover

A swift shadow passed overhead, followed by a whisper of wings, and Nesta didn’t need to look to know who sailed high above, making sure all was safe. That she was safe.

Busybody. [...]

Her mate. Her love. Her friend. The light within her chest brightened to a radiant sun. – A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 80

For today I wanted an illustration of Nesta and Cassian enjoying the tranquility of the House. This was, in fact, the first illustration that I commissioned with Pablo and when I saw how it turned out, I was unable to correctly order the words because of how impacted I was by the beauty of the illustration.

Art by: Pablo Souza (pablochmn)

Commissioned by: @podemechamardek

Nesta: Another knife? *rolls eyes*

Rhysand:

Rhysand: Is that all?

Feyre: …Yes? But this is an emergency!

Rhysand: No it’s not. They’ll return him in a few hours if he hasn’t already escaped on his own.

*door to the room opens*

Rhysand:

Feyre:

Cassian:

Nesta:

Azriel:

Elain:

Morrigan:

Amren:

Feyre: Cassian, do you own anything besides Illyrian fighting leathers? I’ve never seen you wear anything else.

Cassian: *scoffs* I am a war general; Of course I only wear leather.

Nesta: That’s not true. He wears silk pajamas at home.

Cassian: I WOULD NEVER.

Nesta: He adores how soft they are.

Cassian: LIES. ALL OF IT LIES.

Azriel: I can also confirm he wears silk clothes frequently.

Feyre:

Cassian: