Translating Ysa's Thread (Sarah J. Maas and the pattern of her endgame couples: and how Gwynriel follows his every move.)
(I want to make it clear that I am simply translating what is in the Portuguese books. If a different word is used in the English version, or if something is phrased differently, My apologies.)
── .✦ Shadows (magic), song, music and dance <𝟑 .ᐟ
Gwyn asked Az, his sea-blue eyes gleaming: "What do we gain if we finish the course?"
Az's shadows danced around him.
"How was the party?" Her breath condensed before her mouth, and one of his shadows darted off to dance with her before curling back up to Azriel. As if it had heard a silent song.
Azriel stepped into the warmth of the stairs, and as he descended, he could swear a low, beautiful song accompanied him. He could swear his shadows sang in response.
It was like waking up, or being born, or falling from the sky. It was an answer and a song, and she couldn't think or feel fast enough.
That our scents would mingle, and I would be his and he would be mine, and we were the beginning, the middle, and the end. We were a song sung since the first ember of light in the world.
After the union that... had brought him to ecstasy. That had broken him and rebuilt him. The magic of the faerie was a song, and Aelin had been...
Her magic sparked in response, a ripple of power dancing through her.
As if he had found a mirror of himself in the world, as if he had found the counter-melody of his own song.
─ And I'm yours. ─ Those golden threads between their souls shone, as if forming a harp played by a divine hand.
For there was music between their souls. There always had been. And Cassian's voice was Nesta's favorite melody.
The golden strands of hair shimmered and sang, and she couldn't bear it, the music between their souls, the sensation of Cas-sian's body against hers
And there was music in his heart. A music made from Cassian's voice
But even as shame coursed through her body, the words and the feeling sang: Mine. You are mine, and I am yours. Mate.
His lightning flowed into her like a river. He could have sworn he heard some kind of beautiful music between their souls when Bryce spoke
She just stood there, burning. ─ Then?
Her voice was beautiful. Like a golden song. It awakened his fairy soul, making it animate. I, ah... I hadn't come this far yet.
── .✦ Something restless calming down, settling in <𝟑 .ᐟ
Azriel lowered his head in a hint of reverence, something restless calming within him. Even the shadows had calmed down. As if content to relax on his shoulders and observe.
As they were blown by the morning breeze coming from the sea. And Chaol found himself still smiling as something tightly curled up in his chest began to loosen.
As he rode back to the illuminated palace on the other side of the city, Chaol could have sworn that some weight in his chest and shoulders had vanished. As if he had lived with it his whole life, oblivious, and now, even with everything that had accumulated around him, around Adarlan and those he cared about... How strange it was.
No one was above work, he had told Nesryn one night when she had asked.Whether she was scraping dried dung from the ground or teaching young warriors how to string a bow, something previously restless within Nesryn had been appeased.
He managed hug Bryce's waist and pull her close. She let out a delicate little sigh and snuggled closer.the head on your neck.
Something deep inside Hunt trembled and then calmed.
── .✦ The pattern ‘could have sworn’ <𝟑 .ᐟ
Azriel stepped into the warmth of the stairs, and as he descended, he could swear a low beautiful song accompanied him. He could swear his shadows sang in response.
Even though Rowan was aware of the early morning training, he never went easy on her, even though Celaena could swear she sometimes felt their magic... playing together, the flame provoking ice, the wind dancing among the embers. However, every morning brought something.
His lightning flowed into her like a river. He could have sworn he heard some kind of beautiful music between their souls when Bryce spoke:
Mine. You are mine, and I am yours. Mate.
Her eyes were the brown of a fawn's coat. And he could have sworn something sparked in them as she met his gaze.
── .✦ something sparkled, heated up, glowed, shone <𝟑 .ᐟ
Something sparked in Azriel's chest, but he only nodded his thanks and left. He could picture it, though, as he ascended the stairs back to the House proper. How Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason ... he could see it.
But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly.
A thing of secret, lovely beauty.
"I'm going with Ruhn," Lidia replied, and something in his chest warmed.
A swift shadow passed overhead, followed by a rustle of wings, and Nestha didn't need to look to know who was gliding high above, making sure everything was safe. That she was safe. Nosy, but she sent a gentle kiss to Cassian as well.
Her partner. Her love. Her friend. The light inside her chest lit up until it became a radiant sun.
─ I thought I needed some joy. ─ He argued, in a low voice.
Something luminous shone on the half-fae's chest.
But even as shame washed through him, the words, the sense chanted, Mine. You are mine, and I am yours. Mate.
Her eyes were the brown of a fawn's coat. And he could have sworn something sparked in them as she met his gaze.
