#abotar

[positivelyruined]

For every note I get, I will write one word of one of my WIPs.

Specify if you’d like.

If this gets to over 1000, that’s the limit this time. (But I doubt it — I’ve not had that many notes on this version of my tumblr, ever.) If this is fun for people, I’ll up the ante next time because I like a good challenge.

Idea from @existentandexhausted

Edit: Spam is allowed. Flood my notes if desired.

[thehighlordofspring]

“People speak of grieving their dead, but they are silent for those that remain. How do you grieve the one who still breathes? You don’t. You can’t. You can only learn to live without them — as seconds turn to centuries. People are not possessions. They cannot be replaced when lost.”

Tamlin, to Feyre, a ballad of thorns and roses

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Tamlin wrapped his arms around her tiny body and buried his face in her hair. He was silent for a long minute. “It will tear you to shreds, Feyre…loving me. I’ve yet to meet someone who can withstand my demons.”

“I’m not sure what’s chasing you, Tamlin, but I’ll give it hell before I run.” Feyre buried her nose in his chest. “I have yet to find a monster without some kind of weakness.” 

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Tamlin shrugged, twirling his feather pen between his fingers. “Thorns serve a purpose. They protect the petals. Feyre didn’t come here willingly. I will need to be able to endure a few cuts before I can expect her to let her guard down.

“You deserve better than that. Someone who wants you.” Lucien protested.

“Making deals with the devil didn’t exactly leave me that option.” A small smile tilted at Tamlin’s lips over Lucien’s never ending protective streak. “Will you always be so opinionated about what I deserve?”

“As long as I am here, yes.” Lucien pursed his lips. “You have a long record of underestimating your own worth, Tamlin. I’m just hoping to balance the scales. It’s been the two of us against the big bad world for a very long time. I can’t say it’s easy to let that change.”

“It won’t.” Tamlin said softly, glancing up, at the Autumn Fae who languished on the sette, staring out the window. “Perhaps, you are underestimating your value…”

Lucien sat up, slowly.

“I will never take you for granted.” Tamlin’s words were measured — careful. He kept most of himself masked, buried six feet beneath the tender ground of Spring.

Lucien simply nodded. “I know, Tam. I know.”

{Did you like this? Read my rewrite of A Court of Thorns and Roses on Ao3 now.}

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a ballad of thorns and roses

“Don’t fall in love.” Tamlin whispered to himself. He watched the human girl, as she chased dandelion fluff across the meadow in the evening sun, as if weeds could grant wishes. “Don’t fall in love and everything will be okay.”

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Say it louder for the people in the back,

“FEYLIN IS NOT A PHASE, MOM!” you can hate, but I’m not listening

team thorns and all forever