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@celystial (bryce) liked for a starter from (hunt)

❝ I had to fight like hell, ❞ Hunt muttered, glancing from under his eyelashes at Bryce. ❝ And fighting like hell made me what I am. ❞

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@celystial (bryce) liked for a starter from (ruhn)

❝ Do you flirt with everyone? ❞ He sounded exasperated as he said it, but the amusement shone in Ruhn's eyes.

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@celystial liked this post for a starter from // orion bloodstrike

"How are you enjoying your visit to Velaris?"

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@celystial liked this post for a starter from // nesta archeron

"Someone had better be dead or dying. I'm in the middle of something," Nesta muttered as she swung her blade, practicing her movements. She hadn't needed to use her fighting skills in a while, but it was always good to be prepared.

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@celystial liked this post for a starter from // hades

"I think you must have me mistaken. I'm nothing like my brother."

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@celystial liked this post for a starter from // morrigan

"I'm more than capable of taking care of myself," Mor reminded them with an arched brow.

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@celystial liked this post for a starter from // liliana archeron

"I got your message. Is everything okay?" She tried to keep the slight panic out of her voice, but her fingers were twitching towards the sword situated at her waist. She was already prepared for a fight, she'd been taught that at a rather young age.

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Curse of The Heart Part 2

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Rigelus set Lorin down. His entire body hurt and he could barely keep himself upright before he collapsed into a chair.

He barely reacted as Einar rushed into the room. He snarled as his father held him back. He was going to kill him like this. Rigelus shut his eyes and tipped his head back. It was Tisiphone's voice that broke the tension.

"Why did you demand I call them Rigelus? How did - are they the reason my daughter was -"

"We would never -"

"Your children are mates."

Narcissus body went slack in shock and Einar lunged moving to Lorin's bed. Rigelus couldn't concentrate on his words, could barely hear them over his pounding headache. He slowly rose his eyes to Tisiphone. Her eyes were cold, her fingers twitched at her side. She hadn't looked at Lorin yet.

"I want an explanation. Now."

"I don't know everything just what Austrus told me when he was torturing me. Orion gave her up in exchange for Intel on the northern rift front. Aren't Creon and her betrothed?"

Tisiphone finally looked to Rhysand. Still no plea for him to intervene but he did anyway. He put an arm around her, his fingers found hers lacing together. She was shaking Rigelus dimly registered as his head swam again.

She swallowed, licking her lips before speaking again.

"Orion wouldn't -"

But she didn't finish that sentence. Everyone remembered how Azriel had been when Hypaxia at Death's Door 300 years ago. How he'd threatened Rhysand's father he'd walk and he had. How he was possesive and positively feral if anyone so much as made her cry. It was a miracle Anastasiya still hadn't been killed. But then Rigelus was sure dealing with Aleksander would have been worse.

By the Wyrd had he hoped the new generation wouldn't be as dramatic.

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Elain stared down at her sister, she was asleep having been given tonics by the healers. Their parents had left the room giving them all some privacy. Einar had been dragged away, her hands curled at her sides and she looked to Nesta.

"You didn't know about this Morven?"

Morven glared at Elain, holding Feyre tighter, kissing the top of her head.

"No. I was away. I didn't - I would have stopped it. I - You're the Seer shouldn't we be asking you Elain?"

Urstin glared at her siblings, her fingers cramped. She'd been shadowing Madja for hours now and she just wanted to rest.

"I doubt Lorin wouldn't want -"

"How do we know what she wants Urstin? Look at her! Look at what Einar and Orion did to her!"

Morven didn't step away from Feyre's side. Favorite sister that she was to him. But he gestured widely to Lorin. To the way she lay there like a doll.

"This is their fault!"