girl I'm sorry for asking but I can't find the post where you mentioned the TSIRUP schedule and what was going on with updating so could you please refresh me?😭
Oh my gosh I’m sorry I didn’t even see this. TSIRUP schedule I created was for December so I currently don’t have one. My current WIP is not TSIRUP, I’m not sure when the next chapter will be up but I’ll give you the start of the next chapter,
The car ride home was awfully silence. She didn’t speak to them, they didn’t speak to her. Feyre stared out the car window, bidding her time until they reached the house and she could leave the space that was threatening to consume her.
The radio faintly played in the background, every now and then interrupting her thoughts.
Her thoughts drifted back to the fight. It had been three years since she last came to Velaris, since she last saw the brothers. They used to be incredibly close, maybe it was the crush she had on them but she couldn’t shake the feeling that everything this summer had changed.
What hurts the most, is people can go, from people you to people you don’t.
Her rose tinted glasses had been removed and reality set in. She wasn’t even sure who the brothers were anymore. Maybe she never truly did. Maybe her constant infatuation with them allowed her to overlook everything she normally wouldn’t put up with. The thought hurt. People she thought she knew were really just strangers.
A stone fence, a driveway she knew all too well slowly took hold of her vision. The mere sight of the summer house captured her every thought. It was magnificent at night. A cobblestone driveway, freshly trimmed hedges, lights lining the road. A beautiful wooden porch, a lit with lanterns. A white exterior, large windows with softly lit rooms. The house was something only found in movies. She could paint it, spend hours studying the elements.
The car slowly rolled up to the front porch. Feyre got out first, closely followed by Azriel.
“Feyre,” she ignored him as she continued walking to the house. “Feyre wait,” she stopped, turning around to look at Azriel.
“What happened tonight?” His voice was quiet.
“What do you mean Azriel?”
“The bonfire. You and Tarquin–”
“What about Tarquin and I? Is that we kissed?” she snapped. She couldn’t deal with this right now. All of her emotions were building into something dangerous.
“You barely know him,” Azriel replied, his voice tight.
“I barely know you! It’s been three years for fucksake and you all still treat me like I’m a little girl!”
I don’t know when it will be finished, it needs alot of editing but when my current WIP is finished I’ll be back to TSIRUP
