NIGHT / TRIUMPHANT.

indepent and highly private rhysand from sarah j. maas' a court of thorns and roses. adored by rach.

[hiighlord]

wistcrias·:

        𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬. asides from these being amarantha’s orders, ambrosia simply preferred to avoid being seen by the… nastier denizens under the mountain. just a few more hours of serving and waiting and she could retreat to her room and let her consciousness dissolve to dreams again. just a few more. 

❝ my lord, ❞ ambrosia murmured, unable to stop her eyes from darting up and connecting with those of the night court’s high lord. her eyes typically remained riveted upon the ground, but that was just as much for her own good as it was a show of obedience. however, ambrosia saw what other fae didn’t, and though she perhaps should have been afraid of lord rhysand, she simply wasn’t. curious, maybe. but not afraid. there were scarier things here than him. ❝ starfall wine. our lady, err… insisted upon it, I’m afraid, ❞ she said with a wince. 

❝ is there… anything I can do for you otherwise? ❞ she could not help then, her tone of sympathy. too late, she bit her tongue. ❝ I should be returning. ❞

   he could see what amarantha had done to her own daughter,   simply by the way she seemed to disappear into the shadows.   amarantha had a lovely way of controlling those around her.   and apparently that didn't stop with her own flesh and blood.   his violet hues followed to meet the fae,   a smirk still upon his face.   forever wearing the mask.      his home was safe,   his family were alive.   that was all that mattered.   feline hues followed down to the goblet in her hands,   of course it was the stuff that would allow amarantha to control and take full advantage.   his skin crawled,   the images of her above,   his body trapped   -------    he took the wine from her hands,   his hand swirling the goblet for a few seconds.   before he could respond he heard it,   the pity.   the sympathy.   it felt like a knife poking through his ribs,   aiming straight for his heart.      eyes narrowed,   his eyes drifting back to ambrosia.   the soft dark talons of his mind,   pushing past her own weak guard,   the hint of sharpness of his darkness tapping teasingly on her mind.    ❝   you drink the wine.   i have no taste for it tonight.   ❞   he never had the taste for it,   he pretended to drink the stuff,   then dumped it wherever he could.   ❝   and you should be careful with that tone,   speak to someone else like that under this forsake place,   it will be one fire away to ensure mummy dearest tears you limb by limb.   this is no room for concern or tears in this place.❞    his dark talons scraped down her mind,   he refused to believe it was real concern,   perhaps it was another one of her tests.   forever trying to see who was truly loyal, trying to kill them all one by one slowly. he had worked too hard, and given up too much for it to go wrong now.

[hiighlord]

   his home was safe,   his home was safe,   it was ---- safe.   it both amazed and horrified him how quickly time passed once he returned home,   back to the safety of the court of dreams.   to the place he had kept secret in his mind for fifty years,   the place he knew in his heart was waiting for him to return one day.   all the lies,   the heartache,   the sickening things he endured,   the became background noise the minute he appeared back home.   the days went back,   time to adjust,   time to see all his family,   the people he protected and loved.   but as the hours ticked by,   the responsbilities of high lord came creeping back.   he had not really crossed the door of the house in the first few days,   too much,   he felt too much.   the nightmares plauged him,   though no one knew.   and then there was her.   if the memories of under the mountain didn't keep him up at night,   it was the dreams of his mate.      rhysand had finally agreed,   hoping that it would distract the runaway train that was his mind,   to see members of his court.   to speak to those again and offer aid and support to any that needed it.   he was not ready to visit the court of nightmares.   the idea churned acid in his stomach.   opening the doors to his townhouse,   he hoped that they would come.   anyone,   just someone who he may be able to help,   to distract himself with.   cassian had mentioned about going to the illyrian grounds,   but he had little time to try and deal with the illyrians in his current state.   he rather cassian and az kept them in line.   no he wanted to deal with his people of the court. // @illyriamade  sc

[aedicn]

x

“A gift. All of it.”

[hiighlord]

acourtcfmuses·:

“House of Wind, perhaps not. But the training, the working with Clotho, that is helping her.” He seen how hard Nesta was pushing herself everyday, he seen how much everything was affecting her. Did he wish she hadn’t initially embarrassed him in front of Devlon and the other Illyrians at the war camp? Absolutely. But he did see things from Nesta’s point of view, as well as Rhys and Feyre’s. He’d been the one sent to collect her on mornings where her lovers were climbing out the window to hide from him. He knows about the argument with Elain, it had been bad. He knew that Nesta was lashing out, because she felt the one person that she’d seen as never giving up on her, had chosen Feyre instead. “I think she just needs time, there is no time limit on grief Rhys, we both know that.” His High Lady, she’d been given the time to heal in the Night Court, to choose it for herself. It was Nesta’s turn to be given the time to choose. “Feyre adjusted because she let you in. Nesta’s trouble is that’s she’s not letting others in like that, she’s closing off, internalising - but she’s starting to come out her shell. She’s convinced the Priestess Gwyneth to start training with us, and Emerie from Devlon’s camp.” He could see a bond forming between the three, not unsimilar to the bond between Rhys, Az and himself. “She’s starting to find her place.” he promised.

   he knew his brother was right,  time did heal all wounds,   and not everyone had the same timeline of when those wounds would heal.   feyre had been different,   she embraced the kinship she found here in her now home.   nesta was like a rose,   covered in thorns that pricked and drew blood when grasped too tightly.   rhysand knew nesta hated him in particular,   though he was not entirely sure why.   perhaps he took away her sister,   bonded feyre to him in a way only fae did,   only perhaps it was the fact he was fae.   she had been forced to become something she grew up hating.   rhysand would understand,   he could relate to that.   his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose looking to his brother,   the stress of feyre and her pregnancy was too much,   and this ontop of everything,   he feared his mind was going to explode.   ❝    i am trying to keep feyre not stressed,   i don't want her enduring any extra worry in her life right now.   ❞    and by stress he knew his brother would understand he meant nesta and her thorns.      ❝   if rumours are to be true,   it sounds like training isn't the only thing that may be helping her,   ❞   rhysand allowed a boyish smirk to kink the corner of his mouth,   the teasing in his words.   it was obvious to him,   the connection and mate status that his brother had with nesta,   though he dare not say it out loud.   teasing however he allowed.

[hiighlord]

one day i will remember the login for @acourtofmuses but clearly today is not that day...

[hiighlord]

  flexing his wings outwards,  the rays of the sun eased the stiffness that had been building up in the muscles.  the stress that he had been carrying around lifting only slightly for a couple passing minutes alone within the sunshine.  feyre was not here,  not with him.  it was killing him inside,  not being able to see her,  to assure her that her family were safe,  and the thought of her back in the spring court with that beast.  the thought caused ripples of darkness to gather around his hands.  the edges of his vision darkened,  they had nearly lost so much facing the king.  cassian in ruins.  nesta looked even more angry and ready to murder,  the look hightened by her fae beauty now.  and then there was elain.  feyre had told him of her softness,  the gentle kindness that radiated from the sister.  but what came out from that cauldron---,  the darkness grew around him.  and to top it off,  lucien was hanging around the place like a lost kicked puppy.  sniffing around for a chance to speak to elain,  to be alone in her presence even for a second.  easing himself down onto the ground,  his wings spread outwards,  he watched the flowers from the garden swaying in the wind,  the gentle breeze making them dance.  he had hoped from what feyre had told him that elain would come out to the garden,  seek solace in the flowers,  and a break from the over protectiveness that was nesta these days.    //  @aercana​  sc

[hiighlord]

   another long, never-ending,    night of the same old bullshit.   pulling on the tailored jacket,   grimacing as the cloth touched his bare wrists,   a reminder,   her hands around his wrists,   her breath upon his lips.   he wanted to vomit,   to wretch && wretch until she was gone,   all of her.   pushing aside the feelings of vuligarity,   rhysand braced himself from beyond the door.   the mask that would have to be put back onto his face,   the eyes and vicious whispers of those under the mountain.   let them think what they desired,   let them despise him.   he couldn't and would not allow himself to care.   his family were safe and that was all that mattered.      the sound of the door creaked enough that his pointed ears followed the sound,   the scent of thankfully not her who plauged him constantly settled the acid that raced up his throat.   shoulders pushed back,   chest forward,   his star flecked eyes sparkling as the mask returned to its rightful place upon his features.      ❝   ambrosia,   ❞   rhysand purred,   not bothering to turn around,    ❝   i hope you are carrying some wine in those delighfully pretty hands of yours.   ❞    he still had not fully sussed out the fae that amarantha called the thorn,   and not in an endearing way that a mother would such say towards her child.    // @wistcrias sc

[acomaflove]

Rhysand after rescuing Feyre from her wedding with Tamlin:

[evolutte]

 *   AVENGERS   :   INFINITY   WAR   SENTENCE   STARTERS   .

 warning   !   this   post   contains   quotes   from   the   movie   &.   thus   contains   spoilers   !   don’t   reblog   if   you   haven’t   seen   it   &.   don’t   want   it   spoiled   .   (   feel   free   to   change   pronouns   ,   etc   .   this   is   not   in   chronological   order   )   .

did you do it ?

what did it cost ?

what exactly is it that they do ?

oh , screw you , i’ll do it myself !

you will never be a god .

what did you imagine ?

this does put a smile on my face .

what’s the matter with you , kids ? you’ve never seen a spaceship before ?

oh , we’re using our made-up names ? in that case , i’m _____ .

let’s talk about this plan of yours . i think it’s good , except it sucks .

i swore off dairy , but then ben & jerry’s named a flavor after me .

evacuate the city ! engage all defenses !

you should have gone for the head .

i assure you , the sun will shine on us again .

in time , you will know what it’s like to lose .

dread it . run from it . destiny still arrives .

i’m sorry … i’m sorry .

you’re invited to my wedding .

don’t forget this might be dangerous , so let’s put on our mean faces .

death follows him like a shadow .

you have my respect . 

i hope they remember you .

you kill and torture and you call it mercy .

you failed .

did we just lose ?

who the hell are you guys ?

today we don’t fight for any life … we fight for all of them .

so this is it ? it’s all been leading to this .

it’s alright .

you could never hurt me .

no resurrections this time .

how is it you know this place so well ?

i do have a bit of experience in that arena .

i lost more than you could know .

but now is no time to mourn .

wake him up .

you really are the worst .

i saved you .

what master do you serve ?

what master do i serve ? what am i supposed to say , jesus ?

dude , you’re embarrassing me in front of wizards .

i don’t want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip . you understand ?

all this , just for a drop of blood .

where’s your other friend ?

you will have nothing but dust , and blood .

we have blood to spare .

i should’ve stayed on the bus !

congratulations , you’re a prophet .

i’m a survivor .

you’re trespassing in this city and on this planet .

it means get lost squidward !

i got you . i got you .

he did it .

what is this ? what the hell is happening ?

i will take it off your corpse .

he’ll die alone , as will you .

i  need you to create a diversion .

we’re all gonna die !

i thought you might be hungry .

you were supposed to protect us .

what did you do ?

you’re a total d-hole .

i know what it’s like to lose .

you should have killed me !

i don’t want to go , please , i don’t want to go .

this is no place to die .

i told you … that you would die for that .

we’re in the endgame now .

it was the only way .

motherf-

[hiighlord]

wandyrlust·:

         the general’s wings flexed behind him from where he leaned a shoulder against the doorway. his gaze was vigilant and fixed, searching for…what? what in the world was he expecting from him after the last…he pushed the increment of how long out of his mind. “yeah. i think i do, actually. if i didn’t i’m pretty sure you’d put a hole through the wall.” the fact that he knew his brother could instantaneously repair it was irrelevant. concern creased his brows, still half in awe that they could breathe the same air. he looked…he tried not to think too hard about it. “you already know that if you don’t take it, she’ll come here and baby you herself, and if you think i’m mothering…”

   rhysand let out a small huff that he hoped sound liked an attempt of a laugh.   he knew they were all worried,   cauldron knows he would be if he was in there shoes.   after all it had been fifty years,   and bam he shows up back home.   he didn;t really know how to feel about it,   all the emotions hit him at once when he saw his family.   the moment he had seen his brothers,   he reminded himself that all he endured was worth it.   everything he put himself through to keep them safe,   he would do it all again.   wine appeared in his hand,   the scent of grapes heavy in the air.   he waved his hand and another glass appeared on the table for his brother.   ❝   i keep thinking ---❞    his voice thick,    a mouthful of wine helped ease the constriction growing in his throat,   ❝   that it's all a dream.   that i'm going to wake up back,   back - under there.   that you right now aren't real.    ❞

[wizarding]

feyre x rhysand

“So I’m your huntress and thief?”  “You are my salvation, Feyre.”

[hiighlord]

   steeling himself before the bedroom door,   rhysand found himself counting to ten.   he had to physical brace himself before entering her bedroom.   prepare himself for those icy stares,   the sheer look of disgust when he entered the room.   usually he tolerated it,   after all the sisters had been through an ordeal he couldn't even begin to imagine.   but he also had cassian slowly healing,   elain who refused to speak,    and the worst of them all --- his mate in the spring court with that bastard.   nesta was merely the cherry on top of the freaking cake.   inhaling deeply,   his wings vanished as he pushed his shoulders back and opened the bedroom door,   no point in knocking as she wouldn't answer anyway.   stepping into the bedroom,   he readied himself for steel words,   ❝   i am only intruding to inform you that elain has left her bedroom,   she is out in the garden.    ❞   the over-protective nature nesta had with elain,   he knew that if she had gone to her bedroom and found her missing,   all hell would have broken lose.   and he wasn't sure if would be able to handle it rationally.   // @silverflamcs​  sc

[hiighlord]

“ he shouldn’t have called me a half breed. it’s hardly my fault his feelings were that hurt,“ gaze goes back the high lord, dragging slowly enough to show she’s not ashamed or even slightly sorry about what she’d done and said. “perhaps you should tell them demi-fae aren’t just pretty little things or things too useless to waste time on and i wouldn’t have to. “

          he took a lot in his power to stop his eyes rolling,   why did everything have to turn into some sort of argument,   or pissing match.      pressing his lips into a thin line,   his feline eyes narrowing slightly,   he simply nodded.      ❝   fair enough.   they are brutes lets be honest,   and the sight of a female,   i am sure they deserved whatever you threw at them.   ❞   there was little point in arguing with her.  ❝  but if you want them on your side,  especially for whatever little war you have coming your way back where-ever it is you came from,  you would be best learning to play nice.  ❞  a smirk crept across his face.

[hiighlord]

     ❝   do you honestly think the house of wind is helping her??   i don't want to give feyre more bad news.  ❞  rhysand sighed,  his fingers tapping against the table before him.  he had saw the whirlwind that was the upset elain,  had watched his pregnant mate run after her upset sister,  and he knew in an instant that it had been nesta that caused the anguish.  he had really believed sending her to the house,  setting her up with training,  would actually && finally help her.  make her see some sense,  rather than pissing it all away on sex and drink.  cassian seemed to be the only one she tolerated of late,  rhysand knew how she felt towards him,  but he tried ---- boy was he trying for the sake of feyre.  ❝  do you think she is getting better,  ❞    //  @acourtcfmuses sc

[hiighlord]

positivelyfae​:

@hiighlord​ liked . 

           ❝ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 out of bed every morning, you could at least try to be more sneaky, ❞  I whisper into his ear. moving around so that I face him, I can’t help allowing a palm to drift across his face, cupping his cheek. graze a faint dark circle beneath his eye. ❝ have you not been sleeping well? ❞  frowning, I can’t help glancing at the bed. “ is it my stomach? is it getting in the way? ❞  but even as I ask, I know that isn’t it. ❝ rhys, what’s wrong? ❞ 

   her voice,   it stops him in his tracks.   the concern that lingers in her words,   he can physically feel the uncertainity radiating from her.   the burden sits heavier on his chest,   turning to look upon his mate.   his everything,   it takes all the power in the world not the shatter in her touch.   the softness of her skin upon his own,   his breath actually hitches at the gentle touch.   his eyes travel down to the growing stomach between them,   the scent of life heavy in the air.   it was everything he ever wanted,   and it was going to be taken from him.   ripped from his hands without anything he could do.      swallowing hard,   he leant into her touch,   his lips finding the centre of her palm.       ❝ -- i am fine feyre darling,   i didn't want to wake you.   you need the rest.   ❞    pushing himself foward,     his hands reaching out to pull her closer,   ❝   nothing is wrong,   i was going to go and check to see if your sister hadn't tried to kill our poor cassian yet.   ❞   a semi truth to cover the worry && panic that shadowed his heart.

[hiighlord]

      he knew az was going to be beyond pissed,   even if his friend did not exactly tell him to his face,   but when rhys had shared what had happened with his mate,   she assured him that he crossed a line.      resting his head back against the large armchair,   he braced himself for the angry looks,   the glares of distaste.   he believed what he had done was right,   stopping the moment between the two of them.   between az && elain.   even if neither of them saw it as such.      elain had a mate,   a mate who was only on their side because partly rhys believed it came down to elain.   she had made her feelings sort of clear about lucien,   though a full conversation between the two of them still had not taken place.   rhys wanted to avoid mixing az up in that,   pulling him into something too messy.      // @wandyrlust sc

[hiighlord]

  ❝   you don't have to keep checking in one me like some over-bearing mother hen  !   ❞    it had felt both like a lifetime ago since and only seconds since he returned home,  back to the safety of the velaris,  away from the horrors under the mountain.  time seemed to move slowly,  and yet all at once.  he was unable to fully process how he felt,  and to make the matters worse he had found his mate.  ❝  and you can tell mor,  to stop sending food,  the place is becoming overrun with plates.  ❞   //  @wandyrlust​ sc