"it's okay, i got you.." - @godbanes ( lady of autumn & lucien )
the mechanical whirring of his eye seemed louder than usual. the pain clouding his senses. there’s a touch -- a breath of autumn air. just like home. just like .. his mother. eyes flutter open -- she’s there, her fingers like a cool balm to his skin. ‘ --- you have to help her. feyre -- she’s our only hope. ‘ the words are whispered against her shoulder as he slips an arm around her waist, leaning into the gentle stability that she offers.
he hates this. under this mountain. he hates amarantha. he hates tamlin who stands motionless by her side. rhysand who flaunts and swaggers with insufferable arrogance. he hates his father who glowers even now. even as he feels his mother healing the wounds amarantha had given him for his aid to feyre during her battle with the wyrm. a breath as the ribs that had cracked knit together, feels the trail of blood on his face dry -- the headache lessening slowly but surely as she offers him her warmth, her safety.
how many times had he hidden behind her? how many times had she been the safety he’d sought, the only refuge he’d had in the place that was his home? but loving him -- it had brought wrath upon her. he’d seen the way his father resented her favor of him. but he’d been too selfish to push her away, he’d just been a boy. he’d just -- wanted someone to love him.
drawing back, his hands raise to frame her face. calluses where they’d once been soft, a warriors where he’d once been a gentle sort of boy, but fighting to live will do that to you. fighting to live... will harden you. but there’s is no hardness now, no guard between mother and son. he has not seen her in years. he has not felt her love in longer. ‘ she is my friend -- and she came here.. for me... tamlin... all of us. she’s -- she will be -- the cursebreaker. ‘