Could you do an Elucien fic? Maybe where Elain sees Lucien for the first time since he told her they were mates at Hyberns castle. And Lucien really wants to talk to her, but he doesn't want to scare her or force her into the bond if she doesn't want it.
This was great to write! Hope you like how it turned out!
āI Know Thisā An Elucien One-Shot
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Relieved. Confused. Unsure. Overjoyed. Maddened. Hopeful. Elain had too many emotions running through her and trying to sort through them clearly was making her head hurt. She stood at a window looking out but not really seeing. Elain had asked Azriel to fly her to the house on the mountain where Lucien was temporarily staying after Feyre and his great escape from the Spring Court three days ago. Elain was overjoyed to have her sister back safely after four very long months but she couldnāt help that nagging thought, a thought she deeply hated, that resented her sisterās long awaited return only because Feyre was not alone. Lucien had been brought to the Night Court as her fellow escapee, rescuer, and new ally in the war against the King of Hybern. It meant Elain had run out of time to process the whole āYouāre my mateā declarationā¦just another thing to get accustomed to in her new body, new world.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She looked at the flower she accidently grew in her hand and sighed. A Begonia flower wove its way through her fingers during her worrying. Elainās affinity to for nature had amplified from when she was mortal to now where she could grow, control, and even destroy any kind of tree, flower, grass, you name it. Due to this, she now tended to voice her thoughts unconsciously through different plants around her. Studying the Begonia in her hand, she huffed a short but humorless laugh as the Begonia stands for deep thoughts as well as caution. She stuck the flower in her hair, among the few others already placed throughout her day as she couldnāt find herself to throw them away or leave them on the ground to get crushedā¦not to mention, flowers are too pretty to not decorate herself with.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Squaring her shoulders, Elain followed the hallway to Lucienās temporary quarters. She raised her hand to knock when the door flew open so fast she gasped in surprise. Lucien stood before her with wide eyes, looking excited but nervous. āElain!ā He greeted her with a small smile that she returned effortlessly. āUh, please come in?ā It was a statement but he said posed it as a question, due to his nerves at her presence she assumed.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It was a simple bedroom with a large bed, a dark wood dresser, and the furthest wall was more window than wall revealing the beautiful night sky, a sight she had really come to appreciate during her stay here. Elain noticed he was barefoot in light pants and a shirt, his red hair a little messed like he was constantly running his hands through it. Her eyes followed to the bed which was rumpled and unmade.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDid I wake you? If so, Iām sorry and I can come at another-ā Lucien waved her off from the door as she started for it.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo. No, I wasnāt sleeping. Finding it a bit difficult these days, honestly.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOh, Iām sorry to hear that.ā She truly was. They fell into a silence but saw Lucien open then close his mouth multiple times before finally pressing his lips together. He wanted her to initiate the conversation. So she did.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā I suppose that answers my question to how you are doing?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Lucien threw his hand behind his head and shuffled from foot to foot but kept his eyes on her, āI am struggling..ā He sucked in a sharp breath. āI knowā¦I know I am better here than the Spring Court. I know this.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Elain nodded but said nothing because while he was talking to her, it seemed he was also talking to himself to assure himself of his recent choices. Elain wondered if anyone has truly ever asked him how he was doing given what she was told of his complicated family history and Tamlinās āfriendship.ā He took her nod as the āokayā to continue like it was permission, a fact that troubled her quite a bit. Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Lucien padded over to the window and stood in the very position she was not very long ago. Unlike Elain, his gaze remained focused, not at the night sky but trained on her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āTamlin isā¦was my friend. I believed I owed him everything for the rest of my lifeā¦but his choices of late with Feyre and the war are wrong. I know this. Ā I do not believe even after we escaped that he really sees that.ā Another pause. āElain how are you faring with all of this?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Elain smiled kindly at him and he automatically gave one in return. She really liked his smile. Elain found herself walking towards him, slowly but more sure with each step. Her hand tingled and without looking down she knew what flower grew. āI am struggling but even during the moments when I am struggling the most I know am better off here.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She was never this forward but she couldnāt help but see a familiar sadness in his eyes, a sadness she kept to herself because her sisters one common goal was to keep Elain safe and unharmed but unbeknownst to them, she did not come out of everything unscathed. She lived with sadness. She drowned with overbearing guilt. She burned with anger. She felt things just like her sisters. She recognized the pain and the guilt in Lucien and forgave him for his wrongdoings by her sister because she would be a hypocrite otherwise. There was no high horse but deep understanding.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā They stood no more than a foot apart when Elain lifted her hand carrying the delicate white flower and curled it behind Lucienās ear. He stood completely still as to not scare her or in shock she did not know but she couldnāt help of graze her knuckles gently across his cheek and told him softly, āI know this.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā They stood there, remaining close but not touching, basking in the temporary peace. When Elain broke the moment by stepping away, Lucien grabbed her hand. His hands were rough but warm. āThank you, Elain.ā He whispered then released her hand. As she walked out, her hand tingled on last time for the night as she filled his room with white tulips, geranium, peony orchids, white chrysanthemums, and daffodils. Ā She closed the door with a lasting glance of a male surrounded by forgiveness, comfort, healing, truth, and new beginnings with hope tucked behind his ear.
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