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@evenf4ll cont. from here

Violet hues study the sight before him; the most profound work of art his beloved Lady has ever created---that they have created together. During his ordeals Under the Mountain, Rhysand had feared he would never again be able to enjoy life quite as much as he had before, that he would not be able to dream quite as much...but the contrary is true. In meeting Feyre, a whole new universe of potential opened up for him, for the both of them. But even the High Lord of the Court of dreams could never have envisaged what hopes and desires might come to fruition when the two of them come together as one. Or that he might love another creature equally as much as he does his mate.

The sight of Nyx in Feyre's arms, wings tucked in tight and his little head resting against her, it moves his heart in ways he had never held possible. The most beautiful child in all of existence, and the most beautiful woman...his child. His woman. It's no wonder that he would move mountains to accommodate her, and her family by extension, despite the lingering tension in that regard.

His arms open to receive his High Lady and their child, and close around her as soon as she and Nyx rest flush against him, as though bundling them both up with all of the adoration he has to offer. His lips find the top of her head and plant a gentle kiss upon it. Despite himself, his thoughts wander to the day's ceremony, to the union of Nesta and Cassian. Nesta, with whom he's butted heads often and quite viciously, but who makes his Brother so very happy...a conundrum, for sure. But having seen Cassian's face light up in her presence, how infinitely happy the male looked to have found her---there had been no doubt in his mind that this was every bit the right fit. All he could do from then on was accommodate that. Not in the least because Nesta...

His breath pauses for a moment, a muscle in his jaw hardening upon the memory of what Nesta has done for them...and he seeks out those familiar blue-gray eyes that are looking up at him, grounding him, a reminder that she is still there. Alive and well. And so is their son. He swallows against the lump that has formed in his throat, though the suave smile that is plastered onto his face gives away nothing of his discomfort. However, his voice is low and soft as he speaks, with a gentleness he doesn't often broadcast. One that is mostly reserved for her. For his family.

"It was the very least I could do, for the both of them. For all they have done for us."

#to the stars who listen ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · feyre archeron

carrieeve

I have this headcanon that Az and Cass, knowing that Rhys would sooner chew his arm off than say no to his wife and child, convince Feyre to get him to wear some stupidly ridiculous family costume for Halloween. He would be distressed about the idea but agreed to go along with it, as Feyre told him it was something she'd always wanted to do.

She'd really get into it, too, with the fittings. And she'd be so touched by his willingness to do whatever she'd asked that she'd tell him it was a prank right as they were about to leave the house. And together, they'd work on pranking Cass and Az right back.

#omg yes ahah #headcanon

calirph

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

key words were relationship, tension, denial and romance, forbidden. there are 69 mid flirtacious and then 69 explicit prompts. you can change names and pronouns as you see fit.

69 Flirtatious to Explicit Dialogue Prompts:

"You know, I've always been drawn to people who are dangerous."

"You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're interested."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with me."

"Your lips look... distracting."

"Do you really want me to leave, or are you just saying that?"

"How close do I have to get before you admit you want me here?"

"Careful, if you keep touching me like that, I might forget we're just talking."

"It's hard to focus when you're sitting so close."

"I don't bite... unless you ask nicely."

"You think I didn't notice the way you've been staring all night?"

"I wonder what you'd do if I kissed you right now."

"There's something about the way you say my name..."

"I bet you'd look even better out of that outfit."

"Don't you think it's a bit hot in here? Or is that just you?"

"I love the way your skin feels against mine."

"If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so."

"You're making it very hard to behave."

"How much longer are we going to pretend there's nothing here?"

"I can feel your heart racing. You're not as calm as you're pretending to be."

"You think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about this?"

"You keep teasing, but we both know where this is going."

"Is this really what you want? Because once I start, I won't be able to stop."

"I love the way you blush when I get close."

"Do you always flirt with danger, or is this just for me?"

"There's something I want to do, but I'm not sure you're ready for it."

"You can try to resist me, but we both know how this ends."

"Your body tells me everything your words don't."

"I dare you to come just a little bit closer."

"You're tempting me in ways you don't even realize."

"What if I told you I’ve been thinking about you all day?"

"Let me show you just how good this could be."

"I've been waiting all night to get you alone."

"The way you're looking at me... it's almost like you're daring me."

"You don't have to say anything, but your body is speaking for you."

"You know where this is headed, right?"

"I’ve been patient, but I’m not sure how much longer I can wait."

"Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you."

"What if I kissed you right here? Would you stop me?"

"I can't stop thinking about the way you'd feel under me."

"You want me, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes."

"If you're going to tease me, at least be ready for the consequences."

"Every time you touch me, it’s like you’re daring me to lose control."

"It’s not fair the way you make me feel when you’re this close."

"I want to hear you say you want me."

"Don’t be shy. You can tell me what you’ve been thinking."

"You know, I love the way you taste."

"Your skin is so soft… I can’t wait to explore more."

"I can feel how much you want this."

"What if I told you I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time?"

"Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you finally going to do something about it?"

"The way you tremble when I touch you... I could get used to that."

"We shouldn’t... but it’s the only thing I can think about."

"You're playing with fire, and we both know how this ends."

"I want to hear you moan my name."

"Your lips are driving me crazy... I can’t take it anymore."

"If you keep this up, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands."

"I can’t stop imagining the way you'd feel pressed against me."

"Tell me you want this as much as I do."

"I love the way your breath hitches when I get closer."

"We both know this is inevitable, don’t we?"

"I’ve been thinking about you all night. It’s time to make those thoughts a reality."

"You're making it very hard to resist you."

"Do you like the way I make you feel?"

"All I can think about is what comes next."

"I want to feel every inch of you."

"You don’t have to say a word. Just show me how much you want this."

"I love the way your body reacts when I touch you."

"I’ve been patient long enough. Now it’s my turn."

"If you’re ready, I’ll give you everything you’ve been waiting for."

50 Actions from Flirtatious to Explicit:

Brushing their hand lightly against the other's as they talk.

Gently placing a hand on their lower back, guiding them through a crowded room.

Leaning in close enough to whisper, but not touching.

Tracing the outline of their lips with a fingertip.

Lightly tugging on their shirt, pulling them closer.

Running fingers through their hair, grazing the scalp just enough to leave them breathless.

Pressing a knee against theirs under the table, keeping eye contact.

Letting a hand linger on their shoulder just a second too long.

Grazing lips against the curve of their ear, barely touching.

Running a hand up their arm, tracing the muscles.

Slipping fingers under their collar, teasing the edge of their neckline.

Gently trailing fingertips down their spine.

Squeezing their hand just a little tighter while walking.

Holding their gaze, slowly licking their lips.

Lightly biting their lip after a kiss, pulling back with a smirk.

Tucking a strand of their hair behind their ear, letting fingers brush the skin.

Pinning them against a wall, hands braced on either side.

Pressing their lips softly to the back of their hand.

Gripping their waist, pulling them into an embrace that lingers just a bit too long.

Brushing their lips along the side of their neck, testing their reaction.

Grazing a thumb over their pulse point.

Tugging at their belt, teasing without going further.

Running hands over their chest, tracing patterns through their clothes.

Slowly sliding a hand down their arm, interlacing fingers.

Leaning in, breath hot against their lips before pulling away.

Letting fingertips dance along their jawline.

Sinking teeth lightly into their shoulder, marking them gently.

Running a hand along the curve of their hip, squeezing slightly.

Sliding a hand up the inside of their thigh, stopping just short of their goal.

Whispering close to their ear while caressing the nape of their neck.

Lightly nipping at their earlobe before kissing a path down their neck.

Letting hands roam over their body, exploring curves and planes.

Pressing a hand flat against their chest, feeling their heartbeat speed up.

Hooking fingers into the waistband of their pants, pulling them closer.

Tucking a thumb under their chin, lifting their face for a kiss.

Pulling them into a heated kiss, hands gripping their hair.

Slipping hands beneath their shirt, caressing their bare skin.

Sliding a hand between their thighs, applying gentle pressure.

Tugging them closer by the waistband, teasing with a slow grind.

Nuzzling against their neck, inhaling their scent before lightly biting.

Guiding their hands to roam, showing them where they can touch.

Tracing patterns on their skin with lips and teeth, leaving a trail of heat.

Grabbing their hips and pulling them flush against their body.

Letting fingers slide under their clothes, exploring sensitive spots.

Wrapping arms around them, hands pressing into their back as they kiss.

Grazing a hand over their thigh, applying slow, deliberate pressure.

Tugging at their shirt, lips grazing their collarbone.

Teasing them with soft kisses down their chest, going lower.

Gently pushing them back onto the bed, lips following their descent.

Wrapping a leg around theirs, pulling them closer for an even deeper kiss.

#dreams that are answered ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·#ask memes

velidewrites

Feyre: You have nice eyes

Rhys: Thanks, your kids can have them too

#wink wonk~#to the stars who listen ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · feysand

❛ i don't know who you think i am, but i don't want to hurt you. ❜ Rúyì held up her hands in surrender, showing the male figure in front of her as she put a ring on her finger, the runes recognizable as being a sealing ring, meant to suppress her powers

❝ Hurt me? ❞

The male's eyebrow arched as high as it could at the notion that any one being could hurt him. Sure, a handful of them existed, and Amarantha had been one of them---but only because she had tricked him into relinquishing his powers to her. Now that he was unbound and back at full potential, he would unleash the full fury of his shadows upon the world before letting himself or his loved ones get hurt again.

It was with that notion that he studied her ring, head cocked idly to the side as he took in the sight of her. He'd seen rings not unlike the one she wore before, but that was hardly cause for alarm or awe either way to the High Lord of the Night Court.

❝ Who are you, then? And what, pray tell, makes you so convinced you have the capability to hurt me? ❞

Not a note of pleasantry remained in his voice, violet eyes cold as he locked them onto the creature before him. A trespasser on his lands, one who had just let on that she could pose a threat, if she was so inclined. He did not like that one bit.

#ninctailcd #oop that backfired >>;

duskdivined

at the sight of rhys’ lips curling into one of his smirks, she rolls her eyes, digs her fingernails into the soft flesh of her palm. it does little to quell her desire to strike him. there are times when she thinks she’d love to know what he has to be so smug about – but she doesn't ask him. nesta rarely likes his answers to her questions.

" i like dull. " she tells him, her own voice dull with boredom. but it isn’t dull. it’s peaceful. far away from the inner circle and the constant reminders that she doesn’t belong. perhaps more importantly, it offers her the privacy to do as she pleases; with whom she pleases. the small apartment isn't much to look at, and her mother would roll in her grave for days on end to see what’s become of her prized daughter, but it’s the closest thing the eldest archeron has to a home. it's the one thing that is hers. " and i like it here, so no. thank you. "

she does like it here; and not only because of what it offers to her. nesta likes that her space is filled with books and small bottles from the apothecary. in a strange way she likes the old furniture and the peeling wallpaper. they feel REAL to her, miles away from the perfectly curated homes of that belong to the male before her. it had taken her some getting used to, but even the smell that sometimes lingers in the hallway has begun to feel comforting. in fact, she likes it so much that she isn’t interested in sharing – and she most certainly doesn’t want rhys poking around.

nesta grabs her coat from the hook beside the door and tugs it on. with another layer to conceal her she feels ever so slightly more at ease. once she’s slipped out of the small crack in the door she turns her back on him for long enough to lock it and then her eyes are on his violet stare once again. she tucks the keys into her pocket and keeps her fingers curled around them, the ridges dig into her palm and the sensation adds a spark of emotion to otherwise colourless eyes. " — so if that was all you wanted, i have somewhere to be. i’ll walk you out. " they both know it’s a lie. that there’s nowhere in the world that she needs to be. but she plans to find somewhere for the evening. entertainment, too. as soon as she loses the high lord. the whispers about her relation to him are enough to set her teeth on edge; there’s no need for the people of velaris to see them walking together, as if they're any other brother and sister in law.

illyricnbcby

❝ Your nightly habits say otherwise. ❞

It was such an obsolete thing, really, to direct a remark like that at her. She was obviously already hurting, already keeping herself patched with coping mechanisms, barely standing, barely living. But it was so ingrained in him, that need to quip, to rise to the challenge when a contender appeared before him, that he could not stop the remark before it slipped from his lips. He was aware of the potential impact, and there was regret that he had said it in the first place. But his features remained smooth as ever, not even hinting at said regret. He had always been one to see things through to the very end, and one foot in now, he had to put the other firmly next to it and stand his ground.

She claimed she liked it there, and he could not help but wonder what exactly it was that brought forth such a liking. The place was ragged---desperately behind on maintenance, falling apart at the seams as much as she no doubt was, what with her violent need to shield herself at all costs. Even her mind was impenetrable, and he had to give her that; it was a feat of strength that even Feyre had not possessed in her lowest moments. She had let him in at a whim, whilst Nesta did the opposite. Shutting everyone out was her strongest skill, though not necessarily one he would recommend she practice often, save for when it touched on protection against Daemati mindgames.

How she closed the door, specifically, had his interest piqued; almost as though she had been shielding the inside of the apartment from him, like a child protecting its favourite toys from an outsider. His lips pressed together to form a thin line, and he was not certain what to make of it, that he had such an effect on her. It wasn't unusual, but here in Velaris, he didn't wear that mask of Nightmares. Not as much as he did to the outside world, anyway, and even then, it benefited neither of them for her to truly think him as evil as the portrayal built over the long years of protecting his most precious city and its inhabitants. But there they were, and exactly that is what seemed to have happened. And in spite of himself, he offered her words that surprised even him as he utters them, causing him to raise his eyebrows as soon as they came rolling off his lips.

❝ Where do you need to be? I'll walk you there. ❞

#she burns cold ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · nesta archeron #what a prick

"here, something to take the edge off." (from mor)

Perhaps he'd been sat by the hearth, studying the flames as they moved in their primordial dance, entirely too long. Or perhaps it was just Morrigan's socially observant nature that alerted her to the fact that something was off, enough to offer him a drink to still his thoughts.

Upon the offer, he finally tore his gaze away from the flames, fixing his eyes on his dear friend...and the bottle of wine she was holding. He could not stop the smile that appeared on his lips in response to the sight of her, especially with said bottle. Raising a questioning eyebrow, he allowed the smile to smoothe into a grin.

❝ Did you just raid my cellar to offer me a bit of my own finest wine? ❞

A hearty laugh followed, and he accepted the drink from her in spite of his remark. Though if he was honest with himself, she was what took the edge off. Her company was a better distraction than a liquor-addled brain, her antics warming the hearts of those she held dear everywhere she went---though he pitied those she did not take a liking to.

#unbeleveable #chosen sister ; friend for life ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · morrigan #dreams that are answered ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·#asks #yeeee friends

stareternyl

@illyricnbcby.

the words on the page in front of her were beginning to bleed together, a tell for how tired the high lady was; perhaps she should continue the task another day, but determination steeled her spine—she didn’t want to go home to rhysand with nothing to show for it. with her thoughts wandering in idle to her mate, it’s as if she summoned him, and she feels that shift in the air as he comes out of the darkness in the dimly lit library. a weary smile is her greeting to him. “i’m sorry to report that i can’t seem to find anything useful in this book—not for lack of trying.”

illyricnbcby

Her tiredness sunk into his mind like an inkling of an idea from afar as she idly reached out to him, and there was no hesitation on his part. In an instant, he was at her side, shadows rolling off his sculpted features before they withdrew, making place for concern. His High Lady had been working entirely too hard as of late, and while it was a standard he sets for himself, he would never in a million years think of asking that of her. On the other hand, he knew better than to impede her in...well, anything she had her mind set to, really.

A mere few steps and the distance between them was closed, tattooed arms underneath rolled-up sleeve shirts enveloping his mate in an embrace. Leaning forward, he peered over her shoulder, face close enough that his breath washed a sensitive trail down the slope of her neck.

❝ Leave it for another day, darling. ❞

Placing a gentle kiss just behind her ear, where he knew from experience the tingling down her spine in response would be almost palpable to him, his voice softened purposely. The last thing he wanted was for what he was about to say next to sound anything like a command, rather than an honest plea from mate to mate.

❝ Come home with me, Feyre. ❞

#to the stars who listen ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · feyre archeron #stareternyl

nightsartist-deactivated2025011

illyricnbcby

#to the stars who listen ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · feyre archeron #not safe for court ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · nsfw #;D

ofbloodshcd

A shadow slammed into the earth before us

Cracking the ice toward every horizon

Not a shadow

An Illyrian warrior

・・───・・𓆩✦𓆪・・───・・

Lord of Bloodshed. Prince of Bastards. Bat boy.

indie cassian from sjm's ACOTAR series

25+ | not safe for life in general work | non-exclusive

exploring themes of hardship, intimacy, self-doubt, belonging.

possible traumatic events, violence and spice.

trigger warnings will be applied where necessary.

inbox | starter call | ask memes

#promo;

respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

roleplayer name: 'mona

roleplayer pronouns: she / her

muse name: rhysand

preferred communication: i guess IMs on here for now as i have those linked to my phone, but am considering getting discord

experience: twenty-five years, my friends. good grief. i started rping lotr in msn chats when i was a teensy weensy teenager.

preferred roleplay type: i love love love long threads, but also much enjoy memes and prompts to get my muse juices flowing.

pet peeves & dealbreakers: being pushy, godmodding, biased people, character hate. stahp.

plots or memes: booooth

best time to write: i used to be a night owl for this, but now i'm just a perpetually exhausted pigeon, so whenever the muse strikes

are you like your muse?: ah no, but i do love exploring the facets of him. i relate most to nesta out of all of these dorks lol

tagged by: @moondevoured tagging: @nightsartist @cthoniian @seerbloom @deaeths

#outofstars ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·#ooc.#thanks for the tag; i have been exposed ;P #not mandatory ofc guys! just tagging bc i am a curious bean

cthoniian

' you look awful. '

that is the greeting he gives his highlord. unprofessional? yes. however it is the tone of a man who has worked with him since they were children. and by worked with -- the correct description would be... has been a pain in the high lords ass since childhood. a childhood that wasn't easy on either of them.

rhysand & azriel // starter for @illyricnbcby

illyricnbcby

❝ Glad to know the looks match the sentiment. ❞

Despite the gravity of his statement, the High Lord's lips curl upward into a grin; his Brother's antics are a welcome distraction from the weight of concern dragging at his shoulder on what seems like almost a daily basis now. Such is the life of a High Lord, he would say, but their lives have always been like that. Whirlwinds of chaos, hardships, steep climbs, and a splash of mischief every now and again. He'd give everything for a good snowball fight right this instant, but reality wills different.

❝ Please tell me you've found something tangible for me to work with. I'm fresh out of ideas. ❞

#the shadowsinger ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · azriel #velaris ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · main verse

ofbloodshcd

𓆩 ₊˚. starter call ₊˚. 𓆪

like this for a starter from your resident red-siphoned bad boy bat boy ;D

comment for specific requests

IM for plotting

and feel free to hop right into my askbox with some memes; i'll reblog some more shortly

#outofstars ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·#ooc.#this time without spelling mistake; go follow and send him some memes #be here and there tomorrow lol

nightprompts

&. 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝟐 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from the silent hill 2 remake, developed by bloober team. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to change as you seem fit. )

❛ in my restless dreams, i see that town. ❜

❛ hey, it's okay. i didn't mean to scare you. ❜

❛ i'm kind of lost. ❜

❛ i guess i don't really care if it's dangerous or not. i'm going either way. ❜

❛ what happened to this town? ❜

❛ whatever it is, it's not human. ❜

❛ i didn't do anything! he was like that when i got here. ❜

❛ you wanna come with? maybe together we can find a way out of this town. ❜

❛ sorry, but i can't leave. not yet. ❜

❛ are you afraid? ❜

❛ did you find the person that you were looking for? ❜

❛ don't worry, i'm not crazy. least, i don't think so. ❜

❛ should i go with you? this town really is dangerous. ❜

❛ what's a big dumb-dumb like you doing here anyway? ❜

❛ hey, that's not very nice. didn't your parents teach you any manners? ❜

❛ do i look like your girlfriend? ❜

❛ i can't believe it. your face, your voice... you could be— ❜

❛ i don't look like a ghost, do i? see? warm. ❜

❛ i can show you if you want. unless you have somewhere else to be? something else to do? ❜

❛ hey, easy there. i'm just messing with you. ❜

❛ you're coming with me? can't you just tell me where it is? ❜

❛ what, you were just gonna leave me here? alone? with all these monsters around? ❜

❛ is it because i remind you of... her? ❜

❛ this place we're going to, what is it, exactly? ❜

❛ you ever stay in a place like this? the walls are so thin you can hear everything. love, hate, jealousy... ❜

❛ i think you just saved my life back there. ❜

❛ hey. you think i'd look good in this one? ❜

❛ this room... there's something wrong with it. i think we should leave. ❜

❛ oh, loosen up. it sure beats running around with those monsters out there. ❜

❛ what will you tell her if... when you find her? ❜

❛ oh, c'mon. don't give me that look. i was just kidding. ❜

❛ can we stay? just for a little while? ❜

❛ this place, this whole thing, it's like a nightmare. i just wanted to get away from it, even for a second. ❜

❛ here. something to take the edge off. ❜

❛ we should probably get going. ❜

❛ we could come back later, if you want. you know, in case we need a break. ❜

❛ i wanted to ask you... what if you can't find [ name ]? what will you do? ❜

❛ thanks for checking up on me. it's very sweet of you. ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ i'm sorry, but i can't let you just run around this place. you might get hurt. ❜

❛ please open the door. there's something in here. ❜

❛ i was almost killed back there! i've never been so scared in my whole life! ❜

❛ all you care about is that dead wife of yours. ❜

❛ you couldn't care less about me, could you? ❜

❛ stay with me. don't leave me alone again. you're supposed to take care of me. ❜

❛ i don't know, for some reason i feel like it's up to me to protect her. ❜

❛ well, whaddaya know... a stroll in the rain. how romantic. ❜

❛ i'm trying to keep things light. just humor me, okay? ❜

❛ you think you could give me a hand? ❜

❛ you're supposed to be the big man around here. how's a little girl like me supposed to help? ❜

❛ what's wrong? i thought you wanted to get out of here. ❜

❛ this place is different from what i remember. i guess... things never really stay the same, do they? ❜

❛ you... still don't want me to go with you? if we stick together, we just might make it out of here. ❜

❛ ain't no big deal. just put the gun to their head and... pow! ❜

❛ you can't just kill someone 'cause of the way they looked at you. ❜

❛ please. i'll be good. i promise. ❜

❛ it's always the same with you. you're only after one thing. ❜

❛ i don't know who you think i am, but i don't want to hurt you. ❜

❛ i thought that thing killed you...! are you hurt? ❜

❛ but that thing... it stabbed you. there was blood everywhere. ❜

❛ stabbed me? what do you mean? ❜

❛ honey... did something happen to you? ❜

❛ are you confusing me with someone else? ❜

❛ you said you took everything. but you forgot the videotape we made. ❜

❛ it doesn't matter who i am. i'm here for you. ❜

❛ see? i'm real. ❜

❛ don't you want to touch me? ❜

❛ i'll come back, i promise. ❜

❛ how many times do i have to kill you? ❜

❛ it doesn't matter if you're smart, dumb, ugly, pretty... it's all the same once you're dead! ❜

❛ you wanna talk down to me some more? tell me to relax? ❜

❛ you know i'll find you! ❜

❛ guess i deserved it, huh? the fartface that i am. ❜

❛ you got any other things planned? i think i saw a dark room back there you could lock me up in. ❜

❛ where are you? i'm waiting for you. please, come to me. ❜

❛ i think you were right. what we're looking for... it's not here. ❜

❛ thank you for helping me earlier... but i wish you hadn't. ❜

❛ i know what you are. i know why i needed you. but it's all over now. i don't need you anymore. ❜

❛ it'd be easier if they just killed me. ❜

❛ why are you still here? i told you to go. ❜

❛ wait! please don't go. don't leave me alone. i didn't mean what i said. ❜

❛ please... tell me i'll be okay. ❜

❛ i'm here for you. so what if i'm not her? ❜

❛ i can give you what she never could. i can be better than her. ❜

❛ what else do you want me to be? ❜

❛ i won't let you do this to me. i won't let you go. ❜

❛ the truth is, i hated you. ❜

❛ i wanted my life back. ❜

❛ i tried. i really did. but... i just... can't go on without you. ❜

❛ i can't forgive myself for what i've done. ❜

❛ i want you to go on. i want you to live. for yourself and for others. ❜

❛ you made me happy. ❜

#dreams that are answered ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·#ask memes

quccninchains-deactivated202505

Without thinking, she runs her fingers against the insides of her wrists--a reminder that she was no longer bound in CHAINS under the mountain. Sometimes, a chill a touch too cold sends her back, in the damp coldness of their cages. Her home was lovely, but even the wide halls and spacious rooms felt too constraining. Now, she likes to spend her days in the sun--amongst the flowers in bloom with a book.

Her lips press together and she offers up a thin smile. "Friendly suggests that we are friends or even acquaintances, Rhysand," Alicent points out, her fingers clenching and relaxing at her sides. Like most of the High Fae, her opinions of the High Lord of the Night Court were not positive. She'd been there, in Amarantha's court. Had seen his preening and malicious ways. Unfortunately for her visitor, she also had her cousin's recollections.

But, she would try her best to be polite and keep an open mind. Even if just his presence in her home reminded her of the dank and the cold. Even if she knew, long after he left, she would be catapulted back into her NIGHTMARES and lost to her memories.

A lilting laugh leaves her throat as he speaks of Tamlin. "Weren't you two close at one point? You must be pulling my leg if you think that man would listen to anyone else once he has his mind made up." Alicent shakes her head and gestures to the table set near the greenhouse, settling herself down in her chair with a little sigh.

Despite herself, a little shade of rose colored her cheeks at his compliment. Once more, she reminds herself of all she knows of Rhysand. Clearing her throat, she crosses her legs at the knee and pours two cups of tea.

"I have not seen him in a few months. He has been..." Her brows knit together and she gives little nod, arches her brows. "He is still learning to be High Lord, but he seems to follow closer to my dear uncle's example. He is surrounded by sycophants." Her expression flattens as she thinks of the high priestess. Ianthe. "In truth, I have been avoiding him since..." She trails off, her eyes meeting her guest's.

"...I haven't been to see him since then."

illyricnbcby

The involuntary movements of her fingers did not elude him; he'd been through similar, was still going through similar reactions, instilled in him by Amarantha herself and lodged so thoroughly in his brain, that they had him waking up in cold sweat most nights. Not that he would share this kernel of information with her. It was something he held close to his heart, cloaked in shadows, likely never to be revealed.

Her words in reply to him were to be expected; for all the masking he had done, everyone was now thoroughly convinced of the menace that was Rhysand of the Court of Nightmares. Never mind that his preferred dwelling was one of Dreamers, one of beauty rather than horrors---but he intended to keep it that way. Allowing a glimmer of that makeshift arrogance to reach his eyes and lips simultaneously, he plucked leisurely at what appeared to be an invisible piece of lint on the night-black shirt that he wore, momentarily brushing it aside to reveal the tan chest underneath, adorned with tattoos that crept down, down, down to Mother-knows-where--and not entirely by accident, at that. He held her gaze for a moment before letting his hand fall idly to his side, fabrics shifting back into place and covering what had been unveiled moments ago. In its place, he put a hand over his heart in jest.

❝ You wound me, Alicent. I'd have thought we'd at the very least be acquaintances, by now. Seems like we ought to remedy this, then. ❞

The point had not yet been made, the true reason for his visit as of yet unclear to her, but he needed to ease her into this. She was so much easier to work with than the beast that stood at the head of the Spring Court, so much more malleable---and yet he did not think of her as weak, not in the slightest. It was a combination, really, of the fact that she had a much calmer head on her shoulders...and of Rhysand's own past with Tamlin, that made him pause at the sheer thought of having to interact with the man. Upon her reference to exactly that past, he produced an earnest chuckle, his lips still formed into that same half-grin that was so characteristic of him.

❝ Ah, but I hear stubbornness runs in the family. ❞

Glancing at the table for a brief moment, the High Lord tucked his wings in tight before draping himself rather elegantly onto one of the chairs, all the while dragging his eyes back to the woman opposite him to study the range of emotions playing out on her features, before her voice joined them in tone. His expression became more solid, then, and he gave her a small, sympathetic nod. Not out of pity, but---understanding. He understood how she felt, despite their experiences Under the Mountain being from wholly different perspectives.

❝ I see. Has anyone, really? Been to see him since? Seems he's been awfully...withdrawn, of late. ❞

#velaris ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · main verse

cthoniian

friends. they'd been friends once. rhysand had several now. rhysand had a cousin, a general, a tiny devil, a spymaster -- he had everything. and tamlin had. nothing. he had no one anymore. a deep breath as he glanced towards the high lord of the night court.

' it's been some time since you came to calanmai. what brings you here? '

tamlin & rhysand // @illyricnbcby

illyricnbcby

Pity, if anything, pooled in his gut upon the sight of Tamlin. Not that it lasted long; the feeling had been consistently overruled by the last living memory of his mother and sister before his former friend had helped lure them to their deaths. He clenched his jaw, forcing a smile to his features that did not reflect in his eyes.

❝ I could give you a whole plethora of reasons as to why I am here. I doubt that you would believe even a single one of them. Truthfully? I came out of concern. ❞

Whether it was concern for the fellow High Lord, the man he had once deemed one of his closest friends, even the Lord of Night couldn't determine for himself. Perhaps a shred of it. But more importantly, the man sat atop a shredded no-more-than-proverbial throne in a Court that lay in ruins, and said Court happened to be bordering on Human lands. He had to make sure it was being held together. Had to make sure no more foolish decisions would be made---and yes, in a way, he really did have to make sure his friend-turned-foe was remotely alright. He looked to be very, very far removed from any semblance of alright.

#the beast of eternal spring ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · tamlin

nightsartist-deactivated2025011

“ I heard you scream. ” (have some angst, oop)

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES

she sits up , beads of sweat dripping from her face as she finds a place nestled against him. against her mate , her protector , her better half . . . " amarantha .. " she begins , attempting to garner the strength to speak. no , it may be an impossible feat right now to catch her breath. she buries her head closer , taking in his scent to attract the mind to softer thoughts. him , and him alone. how beckoning the darkness has become . . . and she , his willing participant.

illyricnbcby

Arms instinctively enveloped her, his world, or at the very least the most precious part of it. She need not speak the word, the name, as it reflected in her eyes---but upon it rolling off her lips, it left a bruise on his heart that didn't rub away quite so easily as all the other matters he would usually let slide off of him.

Matters that concerned himself, yes, but when it came to his mate? He would attempt to move Ramiel itself with his bare hands if he thought it would take away the hurt, if it would mean that she would finally be rid of having to relive these memories.

But since there was no easy road to take, he would simply be there. Reassure her, time and again, that she was safe. Safe in his arms, safe in her body, free to go where she pleased, unrestricted, and so, so loved.

❝ I know. Shhh...I know---you're safe. I'm here. You're here. ❞

Here, and not Under the Mountain. Here with him, and not with Amarantha. Not with Tamlin. Not with anyone who might cause her harm, ill intentions or otherwise. He swore to himself, every single day all anew, that he would never hurt her like that. Not in all of his lifetime.

#to the stars who listen ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · feyre archeron

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