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POSTERS FOR AMREN.
“ draw a monster. why is that a monster? ” — janice lee.
POSTERS FOR MORRIGAN.
“ pain shapes a woman into a warrior. ” — r.h. sin.
POSTERS FOR FEYRE ARCHERON.
“ i am mine. before i am ever anyone else’s. ” — in.
POSTERS FOR NESTA ARCHERON.
“ she wore a smile like a loaded gun. ” — atticus.
POSTERS FOR ELAIN ARCHERON.
“ you are the light most men don’t deserve. ” — r.h. sin.
Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two.
AESTHETIC FOR FEYRE ARCHERON.
“ she conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings. ” — atticus
AESTHETIC FOR NESTA ARCHERON.
“ she was fire enough to light the way and burn anything attempting to stop her. ” — r.h. sin
AESTHETIC FOR ELAIN ARCHERON.
“ she’s a badass with a big heart. ” — r.h. sin
friendly reminder
sweet gentle badass elain stabbed the king of hybern in the neck
“I burst out laughing. The others joined me, and even Elain smiled—broadly. All but Nesta, who stared at nothing.”
elain archeron » a court of thorns and roses.
a court of thorns and roses series: the archeron sisters
“I didn’t know how long my sisters and I lay there together, just like we had once shared that carved bed in that dilapidated cottage. Then - back then, we had kicked and twisted and fought for any bit of space, any breathing room. But that morning, as the sun rose over the world, we held tight. And did not let go.”
Elain nodded, smiling up at me, and it was tentative joy—and life that shone in her eyes. A promise of the future, gleaming and sweet.