[seerfawn]

𓆸( 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋-𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖗… a private portrayal of ELAIN ARCHERON from a court of thorns and roses. please read my rules before interacting.

⁰¹ verses . — ⁰² prompts . — ⁰³ headcanons .

[nixscriptum]

[deathsconsort]

nesta scoffs, “elain, i don’t think you can ever be impolite.” it may be surprising to some, but it was a trait nesta appreciated in her sister. as well as it being one of the reasons she was always so adamant about watching over her, she had to make sure no one walked all over her or used her. elain’s answer wasn’t what she expected, she supposed amren made sense, but she was a little thrown off with mor. only because nesta remembers the way mor would hover over elain after they moved into rhysand’s town home during the war. it didn’t go unnoticed by nesta, the way mor would sit close by her sister. at the time she didn’t think much of it besides some sort of protectiveness the blonde felt for the ‘nicer’ sister, but perhaps elain didn’t like it. or maybe because elain was in such a despondent state she didn’t notice mor at all. “don’t get me started on mor.” there was so much left unsaid, things nesta has yet to tell anyone about mor and the things she has said to her when nesta was at her lowest. if she had said anything it probably would have made things worse and she didn’t want to cause a rift between her and cassian.

she couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “oh believe me, they’re all keeping secrets. all of them hiding the danger of feyre’s pregnancy from her was proof of that.” she leans in close and keeps her voice almost a whisper just in case there’s any prying ears that would go running to rhysand. “despite feyre being high lady, the whole lot of them will keep her and us in the dark about anything if rhysand tells them to do so. it’s why you, feyre, and i need to stick together. it has to be us sisters before them.” she sighs, frustratingly so. “feyre doesn’t see it like that though, she doesn’t think rhysand can do anything wrong or would keep things from her despite being proven otherwise.” perhaps her youngest sister was so trusting and borderline naive when it came to her mate and the inner circle because of their upbringing and her desire to just be loved. it wasn’t lost on nesta how she played a part in that. “all of them have known each other for centuries and we are new fae to them. we’ve only known them for a few years, who’s to say they wouldn’t betray us.” she looks at her sister with an almost guilty expression. “to tell you the truth, if it came down to it i’m not even sure if cassian would choose me over rhysand. and he’s my damn mate.”

she clasps her hand in elain’s and gives her a reassuring smile. “i just don’t see why in order for the three of us to be close we have to be close with everyone else as well. it’s asking too much for everyone to get along and whether they all know it or not, they don’t even all get along with each other.” that detail always weighed heavy on nesta’s mind when everyone got together and she was able to sit back and observe how they interact with each other. there was also the power imbalance, whether rhysand admitted it or not. it specifically bothered her when it came to both cassian and azriel.

nesta goes back to sipping her tea before placing it back on the saucer and mumbling, “of course she will. and for the record we can talk to each other no problem…when it doesn’t involve rhysand.” she lifts up her head and groans, “she really thinks he can do no wrong and i can’t stand it.” she levels her with a flat look, “then i hope you’re prepared for an argument to ensure because i’m sure it will.”

[seerfawn]

as much as feyre is predictable to a degree, so is nesta. they both take opposing views and they'll defend their point or side until they're blue in the face. it could be exhausting to witness, to emotionally harness and try to rectify. elain has yet to figure out the balance of helping her sisters and the level of codependency she was raised to learn and carry. but she's working on it. they're all working on it.

"i'm aware you can talk to each other. but i want you to talk about the hard things without it ending in tears or slamming doors." if she could only get her sisters to accept both sides. if they could learn to understand that while their opinions are different, their overall goals are the same. at least nesta has said as much, elain thinks to herself but doesn't say. her older sister is right: they have to take care of each other and the suspicion she has towards the inner circle feels warranted. they would protect rhysand the way elain and nesta would protect feyre.

the difference was devotion. the inner circle and feyre were devoted to rhysand, but even elain and nesta had their limits. they wouldn't blindly do anything just to keep the peace with their youngest sister. "i think feyre still sees them all as her protectors. her saviors. because we weren't either. when she needed us, we didn't meet her… her needs. but so far, they have." even elain could find herself upset by the favoritism at times. how little feyre seemed to balk from the inner circle despite the less than favorable things they've all done as well.

"they took care of her and she's still learning that we can do that too." the seer holds up a hand to keep nesta's protests silent. "i know, okay? we've all messed up. the point — is that's where i think her mind is." elain didn't know if she was right, if her intuition was entirely correct about how feyre felt. but given what she did know, and what the two had discussed when nesta was in the depths of her own darkness, she felt sure enough to vocalize her ideas. "trust between the three of us is fickle. all we can keep doing is proving that she can, that we all can. that despite the things we didn't do for her as a child, we can be better for her, and for each other, now.

elain pauses to make sure nesta is looking at her as she finishes, "that doesn't mean you need to be rhysand's friend or forgive him for how he handled things with you, or our sister and nyx. but offering an olive branch when you see it fit from time to time wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. i think it's all she needs at this point."

[imug1]

inner emotions come up to the surface and bleed through traitorously. when elain points it out, hyesung turns away. he blinks hard and draws in a deep breath before turning back to look at her. this time there’s nothing written on his face. seems to him like she’s already made her choice. playing tug-of-war with her parents is a losing game. if she’s already pulling away now, what does the future hold? he’ll leave for new york, they’ll stop talking as soon as she gets officially engaged (if not sooner) and he won’t even be invited to the wedding. what he says tonight won’t even matter in a year. he doesn’t understand what it’s like being anchored to a place. it’s normal for friendships to fade out after high school – what makes them the exception?  

lips pull into a soft smile and he shrugs, “i’m just surprised, that's all.” his eyes fall to the grass, a hand gently runs along the hairs before balling into a fist. “it doesn’t matter what i think.” head shakes slowly, feeling like he’s walking on a tightrope by keeping the smile firmly on his face without faltering. eyes lift to meet hers, holding a look of neutrality, “i just want you to be happy. whether it’s here or anywhere else in the world.” he wishes softly, swallowing the knot in his throat. 

[seerfawn]

she doesn't buy his nonchalant response, having seen the light of his truth peaking out for a split second. but elain doesn't want to fight. she doesn't want to debate. if hyesung wouldn't speak, wouldn't walk through the door she thought she'd opened time and time again, wasn't that enough proof that her feelings weren't reciprocated? it seemed as though they would move towards the future together like they always did: together but separate. two entities connected, but without an everlasting tether.

rather than let her heart ache further about any of it, elain rises from the ground and dusts herself off. "what would make me happy is food. we've been at this for hours. i need dinner or a cookie, probably both. what say you?" she gestures back to his house, "what's in that kitchen of yours?"

[imug1]

perhaps the light went out coincidentally and it has nothing to do with the house being haunted. hyesung was beginning to think everyone who lived in this home either had a dirty conscience or had been hallucinating. he was mere seconds away from retiring to his room when the spirit appeared by his side. perhaps not. 

her question caught him off guard but he immediately decided to play along. he pretends to ponder over it before answering, “they’re all exceptionally beautiful.” the vampire nods casually and looks to the ghost before turning back to the painting. he lifts a finger and points bluntly at the figure that resembles her. “her. she is my favorite.” dark eyes fix their gaze on that particular young woman. “at first glance, she looks innocent and docile but rumor has it, she sent the former buyers of this home running not even a day of moving in.” hyesung crosses his arms over his chest and turns on his heel to face the apparition head on. “is that a personal record?”

[seerfawn]

he found her pretty and he's heard of her, of what she's been up to since her death. at least to a degree. elain adds those facts to the list of reasons to like him more than the others who'd come before. "she could have been described that way before she died," the ghost admits. "but no, that's not the record. there was a couple i terrorized to an inch of their life, all within the first hour they were here. they were wealthy enough to handle the resale from across the globe though, apparently."

elain met his gaze with an immediate understanding. he wasn't alive which meant forcing him to leave, if she found it necessary, would be difficult. the lack of vitality was palpable and recognizable even though it was different than hers. they both had reason to be who they've become, but it was not life.

"and they deserved it. they were disgusting human beings who had clearly never known fear. especially the man, so, i found it within reason to change that."

[imug1]

this feeling of hesitance isn’t one that hyesung fancies. while following behind, he clears his throat and straightens his posture to regain self-assurance. courteously, he takes a seat only after she does then looks around skeptically. the roses between them are fragrant and he wonders if they are used for decoration or if are an aid of some sort in the same way shamans use beads to connect to the spirit world.

before rattling on about all the horrors he has witnessed in the span of his lifetime and that, he, in his true form could be considered rather terrorizing – especially if one has ophidiophobia – their hands are touching. we are… holding hands? his eyes widen slightly at the foreign feeling of having someone else’s hands in his. although he possess a near identical biology to a human, he is still fairly colder to the touch than most. as expected, hers are soft and warm. not that he’s given any mind to what her hands would feel like. he isn’t some fickle human that makes googly eyes at every pretty face that looks his way. tut-tut! “i don’t spook easily.” he replies abruptly after being too stunned to speak from the physical contact.

“wait - i should warn you as well.” teeth sink into lower lip, mentally debating on whether to tell her. what if it’s a complete deal breaker and she decides to reject the request? but if something happens to her . . . well, he does have a conscience. “those i’ve spoken to before have seen things that leave them horrified. they wouldn’t tell me what they saw and instead told me to leave, immediately.”

[seerfawn]

elain takes in what hyesung has to say with a grain of salt. if he's tried to seek his future with others and they've been that frightened, she wonders just how many dark things they had all seen beforehand. elain has seen plenty. in visions and in life. she only nods, unwilling to tell her own story for fear that it will cloud the path in finding what hyesung is after; and anyway, it doesn't matter what's to come. she's used to walking side by side with the horrors now.

there's no way to determine how long they'll sit there for. once elain goes, she has no concept of time. only hyesung will be aware and her only hope is that it isn't so long a reading that it leaves them both starving and exhausted. but the moment her mind's eye starts to transfix, vivid reds cloud her vision. it's a clear sign of the many battles to come and would be an easy enough detail to describe.

"your journey will be long, hyesung," her voice lacks the texture of her own; now gritty, almost hoarse, like she's trying to speak with a hand around her throat. "the pain of what you seek will be enough to kill you. a transformation occurs only when the snake sheds its skin." just as she sees a star shoot across the sky, the seer watches it burst into flame on impact. a great mass collides with an already burning fire. the scream that erupts from her throat, directly at the man across from her, startles them both enough to let go of each other. when she opens her eyes, elain's face is drained of color.

"she's going to kill the dragon either way."

[lucychanart]

my princesses loving🌸

full on P site ✨️

[goghwilde]

“She imagines him imagining her.” 🌸

@elucienweekofficial | day two: feral

Thank you so much for this beautiful commission Keka! You captured the tension between Elain and Lucien perfectly! I’m obsessed! 😩

artist is @kkekaart commissioned by me

[metamorphesque]

“can we speak in flowers. / it will be easier for me to understand.”

Nayyirah Waheed ("Salt"), Mia Song ("oykot")

[frodo-of-the-nine-fingers]

immortality as theft (you have to steal life from something else) immortality as parasitism (there is something else inside You that is keeping you alive and you become less of yourself more and more the longer it stays in you) immortality as violence (everything is trying to kill you because everything is supposed to die and the universe will always try to find a way to right the wrong that is You) you understand

[offscot]

archeron

[deathsconsort]

her hope that elain would drop the subject vanished when she saw the excitement glinting in her eyes. no way her sister was actually reading this kind of stuff too. on second thought though, it would be nice to have a second pair of eyes read over her writing before publishing it online for the world to see. she sits up straighter, a little more at ease now that she doesn’t have to actually explain the omegaverse in detail to her sister. “okay so. it may or may not be about a certain famous rock star who is also an alpha werewolf and it turns out he finds his human mate in a crowd at one of his band’s shows. the girl is at the show with her current boyfriend, who also happens to be a werewolf unbeknownst to her. but the rockstar werewolf can sense it immediately and he goes all primal mode because he’s like ‘oh my god, that’s my mate, don’t touch her,’ sort of thing you know. details details. but now the two wolves are going to end up fighting for the human girl’s heart. i’m also considering her getting knocked up at the end of the story.”

[seerfawn]

as nesta explained her idea, elain bit her lip in order to stop herself from laughing harder. there were clear signs about who her sister was writing about. a rockstar werewolf who sensed a human mate in a crowd; a more exciting version of the events in which they went to a concert for one of their favorite bands wherein her older sister made goo-goo eyes at the hunk who was playing the drums — cassian. it was beyond transparent in a way elain didn't expect from nesta. she could only nod enthusiastically until the story reached its conclusion. "you had me until you knocked her up but it's your story, do what you want. i'd read it no matter what." elain smiled and wiggled her eyebrows, unable to stop herself from teasing, "any particular inspiration for this? like say, that really hot drummer we saw a month ago? the one who gave you his number that you haven't done anything with yet?" she didn't bother waiting for a response before encouraging, "because i bet he'd be down to roleplay this little fantasy of yours if you wanted to live it instead of writing it out."

[imug1]

@seerfawn

the property had been in the listings for a very long time. although the realtor specified the reason as an afterthought rather than a preface. apparently the previous owners only lasted a day—two if you count the time it took them to pack up their belongings. hyesung assumes that they heard noises and thought a ghost was lurking in the home. it is a rather old fashioned building, three stories high and grand. although he didn’t purchase it for its look or size but rather for its relatively remote location. far away enough to get respite from civilization. in the basement there's a month's worth of blood bags. a town an hour away or so if he were ever in the mood for something warmer.

chestnut optics peer out at the garden through the window. how strange. the flowers are alive and in full bloom. as if someone has been looking after them. except there hasn’t been any maintenance done in the manor since the previous owner put it up for sale. that was a  . . . very long time ago. he brings the glass of whiskey in his hand against his cold cheek. if the property is haunted then he’s not sure it will affect him.  as a witch, he used to be attuned to the spirit world. however, since losing his magic abilities, he hasn’t been able to talk or see ghosts. hyesung surveys the peculiarity then turns away and moves upstairs. 

paintings of the old owners are still hung on the walls in the hallway. some of the paint has chipped and distorted the older portraits. he would have geoffrey remove them first thing in the morning. would that upset the alleged wandering soul? his attention is stolen by the likeness of a young woman. although the color of the piece has faded, it’s still in good condition. she was pretty in ethereal way. was. he figures she’s long gone by now. 

suddenly, the lights go out. 

only the moon lights up the room. hyesung remains calm and takes a step back.

[seerfawn]

being alone and feeling lonely were two different concepts humans seemed yet to grasp. they still conflated the two despite how easy it was to see the difference once you took the time to understand your feelings. but who wanted to do that? even when she was alive, elain rarely met someone who was okay with feeling, with dissecting emotions deeply enough to grasp where they came from and how to handle them. it wasn't viewed as a strength to be sensitive to such things. even as a woman who'd been raised with two sisters, she was the only one in her household who was or outwardly tried to be. her softness was coddled, not respected.

it was in death that she realized in life she'd been both. not all the time, and not from the fault of her sisters. society and her parents, more than anything, kept elain constrained to the dichotomy of being alone and lonely; and before she was old enough to combat either, she was killed.

now though, elain was rarely alone. those who tried to live in her home didn't last. some made it a few months while the vast majority couldn't handle any longer than a week. the constant cycle of tenants became annoying. all they seemed to know was greed. the former archeron estate was massive, extravagant, and helped bolster a vision of wealth that continued to disgust her. when would people learn?

she became more than a ghost, unable to move on to the next realm. elain was a haunting. she drew souls in by keeping the gardens not only alive, but bountiful. everyone who came to buy the property was impressed but not a one spent time in its gardens or among the nature that surrounded it. and because of that, they all suffered the same fate: a terror that would hardly let them breathe, let alone rest. a manifestation of the anger she never released when she was alive.

the newest owner, however, was handsome and young. he wasn't an old man married to a woman half his age, a bigot of a woman who wanted the power trip of ordering servants around, or a dictator of a father who wanted obedience more than his family's happiness. if anyone mirrored her upbringing in any way, shape, or form, elain would ruin their every waking moment. but this one... yes, this man she liked.

when she caught him staring at the painting of she and her sisters, he seemed to linger for a reason. the one he stood in front of put nesta, feyre and elain in separate posses from each other. it was one of the only ones like that in the place. usually they'd been clustered together, crowded. it was why elain could tell he'd been looking at her.

turning the lights off was a fun trick she enjoyed when she felt whatever power still remained in her was in need of a little release. the newest tenant appeared unfazed by it, though his uncertainty grew the longer he remained in the dark. when she faded in at his side, she kept herself almost entirely translucent; less corporeal which helped people feel foolishly safer.

"do you have a favorite?" she asks, the lilt of her voice so sweet it was almost flirtatious. she wouldn't have blamed him for fancying any of them. nesta, feyre and elain had been at the apex of their beauty when the painting was done. they were all young women at the dawn of their lives. or so they thought.

[imug1]

instinctively, hyesung mimics elain’s movement whilst waiting for the cost. her answer stuns him. “c-come again?” after being sent on quests to find hidden objects or given impossible riddles to solve, her price is tame. although he’s not sure if it’s any easier. if he succeeds in becoming a yong, he would possess omnipotence and bring to fruition the seer’s condition in making the world a better place. it’s not always a guarantee. something can go wrong before or during the ascension. he shouldn’t get too ahead of himself, there’s still a decade to go. anything can happen in the span of ten years.

“you drive a hard bargain but . . . alright, we have a deal.” hyesung concurs, exuding more confidence than he feels. she nobly devoted herself to the duties that were bestowed upon her. he should have seen this coming. it’s what he found charming about souls like hers. their integrity is humbling. his motives to do good are always based on personal benefit rather than from the heart. a bank heist would be easier than what she’s asks of him. but a deal is a deal. “i’m ready when you are.”

[seerfawn]

a knowing smile spreads across her face as she feels his hesitancy. the internal debates she witnesses always have foregone conclusions - and most of the time, only she can see them coming. it helped with elain's success in bargaining. so, when hyesung agrees, the seer has already felt the shift within the air around them. it will be easier to search his future now that he's given in to her wishes.

"sit with me," she says as the two settle at her small kitchen table. between them sits a vase of roses, an energy storing flower that helps regulate the current of her power. back when she was new to her gift, the seer found it difficult to return to reality. but with plants as her anchor, elain could use them as a pathway back to herself. it helped that the vase was sculpted and decorated with her younger sister's hands too.

she reaches for hyesung, palms up for him to rest his against, waiting for him to do so before continuing. "to warn you, i don't often speak until i come back but if i do, what i say might not make sense. it might alarm you. it might make you want to let go and run." there's an eeriness that flows between her next few words, "it's best not to do that."

[imug1]

elain’s confession is unexpected. he isn’t sure what hurts more—that she didn’t say anything until now or that she’s yielded to her family’s demands. hyesung’s heart drops all the same. there’s nothing he can do but stay quiet and listen. she had her reasons for keeping that to herself. even if he already knows who is responsible for her decision. it’s difficult for hyesung to understand why elain’s parents can’t see what a gifted daughter they have and insist on keeping her limited to their expectations. he remembers her smile when reading her acceptance letter. a complete contrast from the resigned look she’s displaying right now. 

family has always been a sore subject. sohui is rarely present but she works hard to keep a roof over their heads, which is infinitely more than his father has ever done. he’s never even met the guy. that’s why hyesung won’t give elain grief for feeling torn but he wants her to be honest. with herself. if she can’t be open with him then what does that say about their friendship? his gaze is fixed on her, noticing how hard she’s trying to hold back tears. “are you fine, elain? is that really what you want?”

[seerfawn]

she barely lets a moment pass before answering, "i don't think i have strong enough wants in the first place." the truth of it sinks in, even for elain. she hasn't ever voiced the thought before; the one that gnaws at her, leaving her tender and scared. she's been too afraid to. "and ideas can great, but that doesn't mean they're supposed to happen. you have to be realistic." for all the grief she felt in losing a dream, she could admit her parent's plan made sense. if nothing else, she would be taken care of. it would give her a comfortable life.

their conversation, having grown too complicated to pretend to garden, forces elain to focus on it. on hyesung and the hurt within the depth of his dark eyes. "i'll get over it. i've already started to." it's because of his quiet that she turns herself in his direction, facing her best friend and his opinions head on. "you might as well speak your thoughts, i can see them all over your face."

[amandapearls]

𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 + 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏

I’m really excited to share this short Elucien comic. This amazing comic art was done by the very talented @artcraawl

I really wanted an Elucien comic that brought all the emotional push-&-pull and tension that I felt between these two characters in the books. @artcraawl killed it of course. She really brought these two characters to life!

I know the ship-wars are chaotic right now but please keep the comments respectful.

Artist: @artcraawl ❤️

Link to Instagram post

@elainweekofficial

All characters belong to Sarah J Maas

[seerfawn]

headcanon generator!

beside each headcanon, put ✅ if it's right or ❌ if it's wrong.

elain always has a knife on them. ❌

elain forgets to eat sometimes. ✅

elain is a horrible liar. ❌

elain could easily survive the hunger games. ❌

elain bites her nails when she's nervous. ✅

elain cleans up their own messes as well as other peoples. ✅

elain is a top. ❌

if elain likes someone, they’ll give them a flower. ✅

elain is oblivious when someone is romantically interested in them. ❌

elain likes being alone. ❌

tagged by: @salvatoraes ♡ tagging: anyone who sees this and wants to!