I literally made a new Tumblr account just for Tamlin week, lol. Anyway, I wanted to share a small piece I whipped up in 15 minutes because I could not get it out of my head! This is literally me if I got sucked into the Spring Court.
“Look at me,” I said quietly.
Tamlin refused, his head bent down, golden hair cascading around him, hiding his face from me. I crouched down where he was sitting on the floor—where he had been for hours. I took two fingers under his chin and raised his head.
“Look at me,” I repeated softly.
His once bright green eyes looked so empty now. There was nothing but pain and suffering in them.
“You are not the opinion of those who do not know you, nor want to know you,” I said, looking directly into those dull emerald eyes. “But I know you.”
“You love music,” I interrupted him. “You play the fiddle so well, it’s almost like its own kind of magic. You write poems that could construct worlds of their own. You care about not just the ones born in the Spring Court, but also those who came from other courts.”
I cradled his head in my hands, sending all the love, support, and happiness I could into him.
“You’ve had the shittest hand dealt to you in this life. And I know you think there’s nothing left worth fighting for. No one left worth risking it all. But I'm here to tell you that you’re wrong. I love you.”
Tamlin looked shocked at that, and my heart broke for him. I wanted to take away all the years of hurt and replace them with love and affection.
“How could you possibly love me?” he asked quietly.
“Because you cherish other people’s happiness over your own. And now I want to do that for you.”
I grabbed his hands and pulled him up. He followed without resistance. I walked toward the chair sitting by the window.
“Where are we going?” He asked, confusion evident in his voice.
I giggled. “I’m going to take care of you.”
I sat him down in the chair and grabbed the brush from the nearby table.
“I’m going to start with brushing your beautiful hair. And then we’re going to go walk outside while the sun is still out.”
He was quiet for a moment. I guided the brush through his hair, working out the knots and small mats that had come from all the bullshit he’d had to endure.
“Why do you even care so much about me?” he asked so quietly I almost missed it.
“Because when you are around, the sun is shining.”
