You know what lives rent free in my head?
Azriel, taking the potato plate out of Elain's hands: Sit, I'll take care of it.
Elain: I- I'll be right back.
*proceeds to fix her appearance because her crush is in the goddamn room*
Cassian: *proceeds to dig in*
Azriel, grabbing his wrist: Wait.
Mor: *gapes enough for the peas to almost fall out of her mouth*
Amren: *smirks behind her wine glass because mf ain't as subtle as she expected*
Feyre: *mentally putting 2 and 2 together*
Rhysand: *gaslighting Feyre 2 + 2 is 5 because PaNiC*













