Gwyn ap Nudd is a Hunter. Diana Wrayburn, a strong Warrior. Together, they are a force to be reckoned with. The series kick off at Alec and Magnus’ beach wedding at the end of QOAAD in which Diana and Gwyn are lying on the beach shore, remote from the crowd. Discover how their romantic, intimate and adventurous relationship is evolving since the events following the downfall of the Cohort and see what their future holds over the course of several chapters. The first Chapter is inspired by The Archer by Taylor Swift.
The view was unparalleled, though Diana found herself caught adrift in her partner’s compelling and heterochromatic gaze. Every fleck of color in both eyes a constant reminder of the being Gywn was, who he’s long ago been forced to become and continue to be, as the leader of the Wild Hunt. Centuries of bloodshed, plagues and warfare planted in the crevisses of his irises like organic warpaint with which to fend off enemies. Almond-shaped eyes sculpted to hunt through an endless night.
Somehow he did not scare her for he was not the monster the folklore tales painted him to be. Underneath the curse and the dark artifices is the male who made her feel seen for the woman and warrior she truly is. A feeling that would never go away, no matter how grotesque the fables or atrocities he’s committed on behalf of the Wild Hunt. In the Shadow world, nothing is as simple as black or white. She cannot fix the person he was, though she can help him become the person he could be.
She herself has lived a life full of lies, secrets and deception toward others whilst he has been forced to run and hide in the shadows for what could be a millenia. Somehow, they had more in common than meets the eye.
“Trouble in paradise, my Angel?” echoed Gwyn’s sultry voice on the shore of Diana’s thoughts, instantly bringing her back to herself.
A minute or an hour could have passed, Diana could not tell. She slightly tilted her head in the ocean’s direction to hide her smile, the color in her cheeks turning as red as the surrounding flames. Gwyn gripped her chin ever so gently so as to bathe in the sight of her raw emotion. Diana reciprocated the motion and held him by the neck, her fingers brushing his pointed and delicate ears.
“Just realized we are almost out of that delicious iceberg cider. Let me get something else to drink.”
“Then let me get drunk in you,” whispered the Hunter on his lover’s lips. A laughter erupted from the Warrior’s mouth before she leaned to put her legs around his waist, intiating a heavy make out session.
Their time on the run from the Cohort brought them closer, though they were never completely alone. Or completely together. Gwyn wrapped his corded arms around her and laid his hands on her lower back, giving into the passionate kiss that spoke words that could not be said in public. Fireworks exploded in her bowels as shooting stars rained over the beach like arrows being shot down from Heaven; piercing through the veil of our world.
When the hour got late, they decided to bid congratulations to the newly weds again before making their departure. Emma was slyly approaching their direction, Tavvy cradled in her arms. Wait, was she winking at them?
“He’s had too much cake,” said Emma, pointing at the icing and crumbs sticking to the boy’s cheeks, “and Cristina cut me off from playing the Lover album on repeat so we are officially leaving this party,” joked the girl.
“Thank you again, for everything you did to help us through this War, Gwyn. Diana, Julian is waiting in the car. Are you coming with us?” For an instant, Diana saw the ten year old girl who’d just lost her parents, pleading her to return to the Institute with her. Her heart sank. Emma made to turn back slowly when Gwyn caught her by the elbow and steadied the girl.
“Stand straight child, better days are coming,” riddled Gwyn, the squint in his eyes giving Emma the eerie feeling he could forsee better days ahead that she couldn’t. The blonde warrior smiled her usual grinny smile.
“Tell my scoliosis that” she chuckled back. There, she reappeared; the young woman who’d defied all the odds to be happy for herself.
“Matter of fact I am not coming back with you,” admitted Diana, surprising herself and Gwyn whose eyebrows raised incredulously.
“Suit yourself. See you early tomorrow for training then!” Emma made to turn back, waving Tavvy’s sleeping hand for him. Diana held the girl’s hand tenderly, and, for a second time, Emma was denied the chance of a semi-dramatic exit.
“Emma, a Shadowhunter married a warlock – the most amazing Warlock – today and made history. Tonight calls for celabration. I will see you when I see you,” added Diana with a wink at Emma.
“Gwyn, be a dear and call in your horse. We’re going for a ride.”
There are no amount of words to describe the pure freedom of riding a horse through the skies, under the stars and above the sea. Diana held the reins, Gwyn holding onto her wilderness. The wind made no sound in the presence of the Hunter. His next words cut right through her ears.
“Why am I worthy of you, lady Diana?” asked Gwyn in a shy yet commanding voice.
Her pull on the reins would have sent an actual living, breathing horse riding on land into a frenzy of confusion similar as the one she was expericing right now. She was not actually leading the horse anywhere, it responded to Gwyn’s commands without speech or action. She turned her head around to face him and embraced his radiating warmth.
“If you don’t expain yourself more clearly, this sentence won’t even apply.”
The ancient war God inhaled deeply before delivering his thoughts carefully into her inquiring eyes.
“I’ve been the Archer,” revealed Gwyn, pointing at his antler helmet that declared him King of no Courts. “I’ve been the prey,” he continued on, feeling the roughness of the powerful cape many have died attempting to steal, while others have died for daring to look at it for too long. “Who could ever leave me,” he added on, angling his head closer to hers, indicating his one colored eye. A result of the curse he suffers and shares with the other members of the Wild Hunt. A pack from which one may never leave unscathed or alive. His eyes watered at the corners which only amplified the hues of eyes. His words cut deep and profound. For the first time since she’s known him, she felt him vulnerable, and oh so sexy. She brushed her lips against his and closed her eyes. Her lashes gently scraping Gwyn’s cheeks like butterflies laying on a delicate flower. He pulled back from the embrace to absorb the look on her face. Something he would aim to do for centuries on end. He peered directly into the eyes of her face, also paying attention to the tattoed Koi fish’s eyes as he continued- “,but who could stay?”
Diana was equally moved and couldn’t keep herself from giggling at the Hunter quoting Taylor Swift’s song The Archer, which must have been played heavily that night. She reminded herself to thank Emma for her unitentional favor. A promise of love weighed on each word he sought to share and every touches he landed on her skin. She had to oblige.
“All the King’s horses and all the King’s men, couldn’t put me together again, either Gwyn. Combat. I am ready for combat,” declared Diana as her heart and body were lifted higher into the clouds, out of sight from prying eyes.
In that moment, she let herself be spun into the darkness and all the broken bits of lights fighting their way through. That evening, he showed her the past of his broken bones and she let him foresee the scars in her future. In the present, they found love. It was not for their eyes to see, but it was felt in their hearts the pure courage to start. Broken, but together.
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