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KINGDOM OF ASH SPOILER
So I just finished reading KOA and this part was one of my absolute favorites. Not only is it the crossover we’ve all been waiting for but there is so much meaning behind it. First off, Aelin is tumbling through worlds when she passes through the night court. She is trying to find her way home. To a place that has been worth all of her pain and sacrafice. Sounds kind of familiar right? So I went back to ACOMAF and that’s how Rhys describes Starfall to Feyre. Souls trying to find their way home. “Maybe they love where they’re going so much that it’s worth it.” What if Aelin was one of those souls? What if Aelin was apart of Starfall?
Then I realized that there must be a reason that it was Rhysand and not Feyre to help her right? Rhysand and Aelin are cut from the same cloth. They are rulers who have felt and carried immense trauma. They have lost so much in their lives yet they don’t think twice before sacrificing themselves. They have both been trapped. Whether in an iron coffin or in a bed they have both been so trapped that hope seemed nothing more than a distant memory. And yet Rhysand found that hope again. He found happiness in his court of dreams and the woman standing at his side. Rhysand is completely unaware of who Aelin is or the burdens they both share and yet he still sends out a flare of magic with the hope that the falling star will find her way home to the same hope and happiness that he holds so dear.
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Rob Lowe says “that is fucking hilarious” with the straightest face ever
Bless you, Chris Pratt
This is the hardest I’ve laughed in so long
♫♫That’s not something that props can fix…that’s gonna be a little harder to fix.♫♫
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I’ve seen this a thousand times and I just realized he knocks the fucking Mac of of the counter too
So I’m rereading the ACOTAR books before ACOFAS comes out and I just came across this part again. I’ve always admired the foreshadowing to the Illyrians but this was the first time I thought about the faerie actually losing his wings. Obviously it was Amarantha who clipped his wings and it was probably done publicly. Can you imagine Rhys standing there while this faerie’s wings were being clipped? Can you imagine how it must have took all of Rhys’ willpower to not help him because he knows how precious wings are and that most would rather die than lose them? Amarantha didn’t even know about Rhys’ wings and yet he had to endure another one of her cruel punishments. Can you imagine Rhys crying himself to sleep that night thinking about his mother’s and sistes clipped wings and how he couldn’t save them either? We always talk about how not being able to help Feyre Under the Mountain and at the Spring Court must have torn Rhys apart, but what about not being able to help the people who remind him of home? The people who remind him of what he’s already lost.
(ACOWAR SPOILERS)
WHAT HAPPENED AFTER RHYS DIED FINAL PART
The door opened revealing a boy younger than my sister. His hair was so black that it could be mistaken for blue. His face was round with youth. His mouth hung open slightly burdened by unspoken words. Tan skin made the perfect canvas for his eyes. His eyes. They were my eyes. In fact his entire face was a younger version of mine. Save for the wide mouth that was now speaking. "What do you speak of child," demanded my father. I had missed whatever he said in my shock. The boy looked to me. His eyes were definitely made from my own but a hint of gray dusted them. His words were the last piece of the puzzle I had been staring at all day. "There you are. I've been looking for you." This boy was my son. The paintings. Never again. The stardust. You are good Rhys. The soup. You are kind. The ring. This mask does not scare me. I see you beneath it. My son. RHYSAND BRING HIM BACK Stay. Stay, stay, stay. Stay. Show me how. I suddenly recognize the voice I've been hearing this whole time. The voice so full of pain and fear that my own heart splinters. The voice of my salvation. My Feyre. I see her now. Her golden brown hair cascading in waves around her shoulders. Her blue gray eyes that devastate me whenever the hold my gaze. The tattoo on her right arm that marks her as High Lady of the Night Court. My wife. My equal. My mate. I reached out my hand and let him pull to to the threshold, "take me back to her." "Rhysand? You're not leaving are you?" I turn at the sound of my mother's cracking voice. I let go of my son's hand and fold her in an embrace. "I have to go back mother. I have to go home." She pulls away, "you are home." "No I'm not. I grew up here but it is not home. Home is with my court. With Amren, Azriel, Cassian, and Mor. They aren't here. Home-," I pause and look over to my son and back to her, "home is with Feyre." Tears start to spill over into her cheeks, "your mate?" I laugh tears forming in my own eyes as well, "yes my mate. And now I have to go home to her." "Let him go mother. He'll be alright." I look past my mother to Adrianne. Little Adrianne who didn't get nearly enough time to enjoy life. I kneel down in front of her and take her hands. "No tears?" "No tears." "My brave Adrianne," I push a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "I will always carry you with me. Your spirit will soar with me through the skies, your courage will aid me on the battle field, and your hope will inspire me. You will live on in the court of dreams." I hug her one last time. And then using every ounce of willpower I have, I let go. I stand up looking at my father. "You have taken everything i have taught you, and you have done better,"He puts a closed fist over his heart and bows. "You've made me proud." "You've made us all proud," says my mother. I look at the three pained faces before me. The faces that had been torn away from me so quickly and brutally. "Goodbye." I take my son's hand and let those faces go. ~ I let my son lead me back home. To my mate. But something catches my eye. A woman staring out at an empty field. Her short hair blows gently in the wind and her pale skin glows in the sun. She looks peaceful. Peaceful but lost. I walk over to her. We say nothing for a few moments. No introductions. No formalities. For we both remember who the other is. After minutes of silence I reach out my hand. She turns to me. Her eyes no longer supernaturally silver but rather an ancient gray. She looks out into the field one last time perhaps seeing something I don't. Perhaps she too has just let something go. Has just said goodbye. She takes my hand, "let's go home."
(ACOWAR SPOILERS)
WHAT HAPPENED AFTER RHYS DIED PT 3
We entered the kitchen and mother went straight to the stove. My father rose from his seat at the head of the table. I nodded once and he understood. Time I needed time but we would try to make it work. "Well now that all of the dramatics are over let's eat. I'm famished," Adrianne came cheerfully into the kitchen and sat down blissfully undisturbed by what just occurred moments ago. I took the seat across from hers, "where did you get that sarcasm from, little one?" "Wouldn't you love to know bat brain?" "Alright settle down you two," mother said as she set a big pot on the center of the table and sat down. Taking a bowl she ladled in some of its contents and set it down in front of me. "It's soup," I said. Something tugs at the back of my mind willing me to remember. "Did you not want soup?" "No it's fine. I don't know why I was so surprised." "Then eat." Bring him back. BRING HIM BACK. That voice. I know that voice. Why can't I remember who's it is? "Rhys? Rhys!" Adrianne was shaking my arm. "Sorry I-uh-I got distracted." "Well then stop staring at your soup before it goes cold." I picked up my spoon and began eating but something about the soup taste off. Wrong. I ate anyway listening to my family's accounts of their day. Father spent the day hunting in his favorite part of the nearby forest. Adrianne used the morning to stretch her wings and spent the afternoon covered in paint. Mother got her ring repaired. "Your ring?" "Yes one of the pearls popped out and I had to get it fixed," she held out her hand. I gazed upon the ring. The jewel in the middld was as blue and endless as the night sky. Sparking white pearls were set around the jewel, their reflection in it resembling stars. The ring was beautiful especially on mother but it seemed wrong. Unnatural. Show me how.
The voice is determined. Unyielding. As if on the verge of breaking but refusing to surrender. "Rhysand your staring again." I looked to each person at the table. They all had the same look of concern in their eyes. "I'm alright. Something is just off. I feel like I've forgotten something and my mind has been trying to remind me of it all day but... I can't piece it together." "Well perhaps a good night's rest will help. Why don't you go to bed," my mother shooed me away from the table kissing my cheek. I returned the favor to my sister. "Ew gross," she said rubbing her cheek. I ruffled her hair and started to walk down the hallway when a knock came to the door. "Who could that be?" Asked my father as he got up to answer. I was all set to ignore the knock but the shadows urged me to wait and see who it was.
(ACOWAR SPOILERS)
WHAT HAPPENED AFTER RHYS DIED PT 2
"You’ve come just in time, Rhysand. I’m just finishing up dinner and your father-” I pull out of her grip, “father is here?” “Be patient with him Rhys he really has been getting better.” “He has Rhys he even bought me a new paint set,” Adrianne says excitedly. I look to her puzzled, “since when do you paint?” She shrugged, “I got bored one day and just picked it up.” Adrianne runs into the kitchen and stands by the window. The sunlight streaks through her hair turning it into a golden brown. So contrast to her usual dark hair yet some how so familiar. The illumination is gone in seconds. “Son?” I turn to face my father. The male I had feared of becoming. The anger must be written plainly on my face because my father, who I always remembered to be resilient and cold, breaks down, “I am so sorry Rhysand please forgive me.” “You killed Tamlin’s mother.” “You know what he and his father did to our family. You saw-” “ Yes father I did. And we were supposed to be better than that.” “Rhysand-” “But you couldn’t do that could you? You just couldn’t be the man who would save the wings of his mate. You couldn’t be the better male just one more time,” my magic boiled beneath the surface. “And you know what maybe you deserve to burn in hell with them.” My word hurt as I knew they would, “you don’t mean that.” “Every gods damned word.” Darkness exploded across the room drowning out the sunlight and emphasizing my point. My sister’s gasp made me realize what I had done. What I had let her see. The Highlord who wears a mask of cruelty. I could only hope her small eyes could see that it was only a mask. I reigned in my unchecked powers and stormed off to the nearest empty room. I sat down leaning against an old dresser. I always had to be the beast I hated around my father. To prove myself strong. To prove he could not hurt me. A sigh escapes my mouth as I turn my head to spot tiny paintings on the drawers of the dresser. I turn around to see them fully. A flower. A flame. The night sky. Rhysand. RHYSAND. A voice exploded in my mind screaming my name. It was muffled as if underwater but I could just make out who the voice belonged to. It was the other angel I had thought I heard speaking my mother’s words. “Rhysand?” My attention snaps toward the door at my mother’s voice. “I’m sorry for losing control.” “Don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have forced you two together so soon.” “It’s not your fault that he’s a-” “Prick,” a smirk adorns her face one that I’ve inherited. “Yeah a prick.” I chuckle once then look away. I let a new kind of darkness settle over me. One I don’t want my mother to see. “Is- is Adrianne alright?” “Your sister is just fine,” I still did not look up. My mother sat down besides me and lifted my chin so that I was forced to look into her blue eyes. “You are good, Rhys. You are kind. This mask does not scare me. I see you beneath it.” Gray lightning struck her blue eyes. In that moment those eyes held tears and pain. Unfathomable pain. Stay. Stay, stay, stay. The voice is no longer screaming but rather pleading. Begging. My mother’s eyes flashed back to normal love replacing the pain. The storm receding. She stood up reaching out her hand, “come, let’s eat dinner.” I took her small scarred hand and pulled my self up. Together we walked to the kitchen. Passing by Adrianne’s room I noticed her paint set. Reds. Blues. Greens. And a small jar of a paint that seemed to glow. “Is that-” “From starfall. Creative isn’t it?” “Yes very.” Stay.
(ACOWAR SPOILERS)
WHAT HAPPENED AFTER RHYS DIED PT 1
Darkness is no stranger to me. In fact my very being is made from the tendrils of night. But this darkness was different. This darkness was all consuming. Inescapable. Permanent. No. I don't want this. I try to beat my wings against the darkness. Try to gain some distance between me and whatever hell awaits. I want to go back. Let me go back. "Who's there?" The small voice makes me rest my wings. It' s strong but fragile. Hopeful but wary of hurt. I try to see who it belongs to but a blinding light blocks my vision. I take a step towards it, then another. The beam of light starts to break and I can just make out the figure of a little girl. I can't make out any distinguishing features but I'm sure if I get closer- The little girl gasps. "Rhys?" Every cell in my body freezes. It can't be. The little girl starts sprinting and launches her self into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist and she buries her head in my shoulder. Her sobs soak my shirt as her arms tighten around my neck. I pull her back enough to look at her face. To look into the violet eyes that reflect my own. "Adriane?" She smiles. The smile I haven't seen it in centuries. The smile I thought I'd never see again. "Hello brother." I fall to my knees holding my little sister as close as I can. Promising myself that I'd never let go again. I'm not sure how much time passes before I hear another voice, "Rhysand." I look up and see an angel that was taken from me long ago. An angel that would soar with me during long nights. An angel who opened her home and her heart to those scorned by monsters. I stood up setting Adriane down. Her smile had grown even bigger and I knew she saw the angel too. Our angel. "Mother," I managed to choke out as I fell into her arms. Seeking refuge from the centuries of loss in her presence. "Oh my son. My starlight. You've come back to me." "I'm here, Mother. I'm here." "Never again." I pulled back for a second. I could have sworn I heard those words in another angel's voice. I didn't have long to ponder on it as my mother and sister each took a hand and guided me inside the old cottage. I look down at my mother. Her eyes hold nothing but love and relief as she says, "let's go home."
