Remember when Poppy yells at Nyktos in tcogb? She’s thinking oh shit now I’ve done it, he’s gonna kill me. But Nyktos is just like, oh wow this is great, I can’t wait to tell my wife about this.
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Remember when Poppy yells at Nyktos in tcogb? She’s thinking oh shit now I’ve done it, he’s gonna kill me. But Nyktos is just like, oh wow this is great, I can’t wait to tell my wife about this.
Nyktos calling Sera "liessa" whenever he has the chance.
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Poppy’s Rescue in TCOGB
This is how I imagine the scene where Poppy is rescued/rescues herself in The Crown of Gilded Bones. The goddess Penellaphe comes to Poppy in a dream and helps her escape. Weakened from her time in captivity, she only makes it so far before she collapses. Waiting is killing me so I had to make my own content. :) I typed this on my phone so please excuse grammar and format.
I gasped in great heaving breaths of air, desperately straining every last useless muscle in my body in an effort to rise off the stone floor. It was no use. With as bad as my arms and legs were shaking, I could only make it to my hands and knees. The panic came rushing in in waves, drowning me, suffocating me. I wouldn’t escape, I couldn’t escape, and Casteel would—
I shut down my panic.
Fine.
Fine.
If I could not walk out of here on my own two feet, then I would crawl— crawl all the way back to him if necessary. As I gathered my strength to do just that, I heard soft whistling from down the hallway, headed in my direction. Something about the tune resonated with me. I grabbed the bone shard that I had tucked into my waist band and prepared to make my final stand. If I could not manage to battle my way out in my current state, then I would rather slit my throat than go back to the slow, never-ending death that awaited me in that cell. I counted each of my heartbeats as I waited for fate to approach.
One.
I love you.
Two.
I’m sorry.
Three.
Live.
The dark shadow on the wall announced the stranger was about to turn the corner. Gathering all my strength in a mighty surge, I jumped out from behind the wall and swiped for the legs of my opponent with my makeshift weapon; only to find my wrist caught in mid-air as I looked up and straight into a pair of familiar silver-blue eyes.
“My Queen. A mighty warrior until the bitter end.”
A soft whimpering sound came out of me as I took in the sight of Kieran smirking before me, healthy, whole, and, most importantly, real. He looked me up and down from head to toe and I could taste the bitterness of his anger and the sharp tanginess of sadness at the lacerations around my wrists and my wasted body. Kieran knelt before me, face solemn as I had ever seen it, and gently gripped my chin with his calloused fingers.
“Hi Poppy. We’re here to take you home.” Tears began flowing down my face in earnest.
“I... I th-thought you were dead. I watched you die,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out between my hiccuping sobs.
Bending forward, Kieran gathered me in his arms and pulled me close to his chest as he stood and began to walk back the direction he came from. His bare chest apparently. I hadn’t noticed.
“It will take a lot more than some poison to send me back to the gods,” he said, his amusement clear,” but I am touched that you were so devastated by the loss of me.”
I smiled up through my tears at my friend, and his answering grin settled an ache in my heart. Resting my head back against his chest, I was ready to ask my most pressing question. “You said ‘we’re’ here. Where is my husband?” Because where Casteel went, Kieran followed.
I could feel the rumbling growl, more animal than man, that came from deep in his throat. “Cas is currently ending Alastir. Slowly I imagine.” I shivered in satisfaction. Good. He deserved every bit of wrath that Casteel would deliver. “I have to ask–“
“You? Asking me questions?”
Kieran chuckled and lightly pinched my leg. I hissed. “I suppose I deserved that,” he admitted. “How did you manage to escape? I passed your cell before I found you. Those bones... you should have never been able to get out on your own.” He continued to turn corner after corner, and I could see a light up ahead. Occasionally there would be bodies littering the hallway, pools of blood soaking the floor beneath them. Kieran merely stepped over them as if they were an inconvenience. I knew he had been the one to end their lives, and I did not feel any sympathy for them.
I swallowed. “It was Penellaphe.” I waited for the shock to register on his face, but he only nodded. “She came to me in a dream and let me borrow her power.” I left out what else she had told me. Now was not the time. “When I awoke, the shackles were gone. I left as quickly as I could, but I didn’t make it very far obviously before you showed up. How long was I gone?”
He took a minute before he answered. “Two months.” I closed my eyes as a wave of pain took my breath away. It had been two months since I had been stolen from my heartmate; two months since our whole world had come crashing in at the Chambers of Nyktos, as our people had tried to stone me to death and I slaughtered them in return.
Despair filled my chest. “What are we going to do Kieran? Where will we go? The people hate me.”
“Poppy, we will figure this out,” he said simply.
“How do you know?”
“Because I know,” he said, in the way that Kieran always knew things.
I trusted him.
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Ok, but can we talk about just how unloved Feyre was till she entered Prythian?
Reading the first three books, we've always known their mother was cold and Nesta let her go out hunting in dangerous woods (I know, I know it's oft repeated), and their dad loved Elain the most.
But ACoSF, from Nesta's perspective just makes it so much clearer?
• Their mother
Their mother was clearly a cold, scheming woman, and she trained Nesta to dance, and basically become a smaller image of herself, like a protégée. Elain was the doll to be dressed up. Feyre hardly came into the scheme of things because she was so little, and basically nobody took notice of her. Like, she didn't matter, at all. Nesta would marry a prince or something, and Elain would marry for love. But cmon, at least talk about Feyre.
She literally tried to organize Feyre's birthday on a different day than the actual one, and then forgot. And called her strange and withdrawn for having been born on the longest night.
• Their father
Their father treated Elain like a princess, in Nesta's own words. She says Feyre was more his princess than she, Nesta, was. But he too, barely said anything about her hunting. Feyre goes to Prythian, and he says Go, Leave Us. Like seriously, you want to speak up then?
At the end of the War, which ship does he come on? The Nesta. Honestly, Feyre and her dad have a negligible relationship.
• Her sisters
Nesta and Elain have always been closer. It genuinely bothers Nesta, that Elain 'chose' Feyre? The two elders, excluding her, using her as a sack of money when they were humans, and failing to notice her suffering? To the extent that they didn't know she couldn't fucking read? They actually think Feyre will bring any harm to them, and Nesta is always, always protecting Elain? From her own sister? Nesta's explanation for spending Feyre's money: "I knew you could always get more." That's so... ugh.
Little Feyre, staying behind to beg the creditors to not kill her dad, or smash his legs. While the elder two, ran off to hide, without a thought for the youngest, the only one who stayed?
Yet Feyre loves them all. Doesn't understand Nesta, maybe, but loves them and has never, not once said anything remotely as hurtful as Nesta has said to her. (I would like to say at this point, that I'm not a Nesta Anti. I admire her, and I relate to her depression and certain thoughts, but there are a few things I cannot forgive her for)
That is why the Inner Circle is her family, her true Court of Dreams. That is why she fell in love with Tamlin. The first time she truly felt loved and wanted.
Feyre and Nesta have one of the most complex relationships, and fingers crossed, that they'll be closer now, but being the youngest in a family and watching everybody, everybody choose someone else over you, treat you like shit, and then use you when it benefits them just sucks.
This is why I remind you to not hate Feyre. To not call her Tamlin 2.0. That is the most disrespectful thing you could say, and I can't see anything similar between Feyre and Tamlin. At all. She tries her best, to do what she thinks is right. And ok, maybe sending her to Windhaven to train was harsh, but the intent was not to harm?
Feyre has died, loved and lost, been imprisoned, abused in so many ways, depressed and so much more. I stan Feyre Archeron, because she is strong, and if I'm half as strong as her at 21, I will be beyond happy.
(Let me know if I quoted something that was not canon. That said, not to be rude, please don't come at me and hate on me for expressing my views and what I feel about Feyre. I feel the SJM fandom is the most toxic fandom out there, and it makes me scared of saying what I think, because it starts fights, and I honestly don't have the energy to fight)