#dayqyeen

[youfought]

"remember that time i told you i'd never forgive father for everything he puts us through?" your voice is somber, defeated, the voice of a woman worn down and weathered by the harsh elements. you sigh, lean forward on the chair you sit on near the fireplace, and place both elbows on your thighs, and as your hands thread into your hair, they pull and tug at the loose strands. a habit from childhood that refuses to die, you can barely recall your mother scolding you for pulling at chunks of it.

" i used to think he was so fucking selfish...that his pride had made us live the way we did. i swore to myself i'd never let anything like that happen to me," you wonder if elain and nesta blame you the way you blamed father. if the reason they'd been thrown into this world of fae and blood and danger is entirely your fault and they know it too, "now i wish...i wish i'd never killed that fucking wolf. if i could go back and stop myself from doing it, then perhaps none of this would've happened. i can live with you and nesta hating me for it, but i can't live with the knowledge that i could've prevented it." @dayqyeen

[yousought]

“ i’ve never seen eyes so blue . ” @dayqyeen

you know not that much about water nymphs, truth be told. you do know that your bones are pliant, and flexible and light and nimble, like branches on a tree so you can scurry through rocks and passages underwater, and that made you self conscious growing up, because they would call you twig-arms. you also know that you live in fresh water and dislike being dry for too long. and you know that your eyes are almost always the color of clear water.

you liked your eyes a lot, until that night, where one of those soldiers said you had such pretty eyes. nowadays, you cannot tell if they still make you feel gross, or if you can claim back the past love you had for them.

but elain cannot possibly know, and it's not something you wish to tell her just yet. or anyone, for that matter. if you pretend you're all right just a wee bit longer, then maybe you'll finally be not just pretending, "they're -ah- they're a family trait, i've been told," you smile, a tad awkward, and continue combing through elain's gorgeous hair with the brush, "they are really blue, though, aren't they?" you laugh, and perhaps try to change the subject by adding "i do wish i had your soft hair, though. it is so silky, and it smells so good!"

[yousought]

“   i  know  it’s  not  much ,   but ,   it’s  the  best  i  can  do .   ” @dayqyeen

"it's...it's definitely much!"

you laugh at how awkward you sound, how your voice grows squeaky and you feel like a giddy child. the gown is absolutely breathtaking, a blueish hue that matches the sea on a sunny day. you've never worn anything like this, and a part of you worries you won't be able to...well, wear it beautifully enough.

"it is such a beautiful gown," your voice remains rather breathless still, as you circle the bed where the dress rests perched like a delicate flower, unable to dare and reach to touch it, as if you were afraid to mess it up, or ruin it, "this is new to me, you know? i...i don't think i've worn anything other than the temple robes. or the training gear. do you think i...uh, will look good in it?" a shy question, you glance away to the ground. elain is gorgeous, and her pale pink gown matches her beauty quite well. a part of you dares to wonder if you could maybe be beautiful too, "i cannot express how grateful i am to you for allowing me to wear it."

[yousought]

you know little about the middle archeron sister, only what nesta has shared with you. perhaps that os why you find yourself feeling curious about her, she seems to have a gentle nature, and a sad countenance, and maybe you see yourself in her sometimes.

"mind if i join?" you smile as you kneel on the soft grass next to where the other sits. It's still new for you to leave the library, to venture outside of your own fear. but elain feels comforting to be around, she has a calm energy about her, and it makes you feel at ease in the gardens next to her "it's truly nice out here during the summer. it reminds me a bit of home, you know? warm breezes and the smell of dry leaves." @dayqyeen liked for a starter.

[feydarling]

@dayqyeen said: “He is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld."

i struggled to contain my surprise, eyes widening just a bit as i glanced between my sister and the red headed male on the other side of the town house. elain had been relatively mum when it came to opening up about the mate that the cauldron had thrown in front of her. i could not possibly begin to imagine the agony my sweet sister had endured — held down against her will, forged into something new and strange, all while knowing the hand her mate had played. the strings of fate could be so absurd and cruel. i knew better that most that these things took gentle care and patience, but i also knew how worthwhile it could be in the end. all i wanted was for my sister to be happy. i knew lucien could give that to her, if she was ready for it. “ i said the same thing about rhys the first time i saw him, ” i whispered, suppressing a small smile, as i glanced back across the room. “ have you … talked to him? i believe he’s waiting for you. ”

[youfought]

❛ i hate it here. please take me away. ❜ @dayqyeen

you cannot help the feeling of suffocation around your throat as elain speaks- it is unlikely for elain to scream, you cannot remember the last time she did. and yet, right now, her voice is as close to a desperate howl as you have ever heard it.

i hate it here, elain says, and you want to reply, i hate it too. i hated the spring court as well. i hate that, even so, i have not a better place to run off to. you say nothing of the sort, instead, you start tugging at the ends of your hair like a child caught in the crossfire of a heavy scolding. you wish you could take her away, take nesta away as well. one time, lucien told you, i know for sure you will not be welcome in the dusk court. but i would take you back to the human world on my back, if it meant seeing you smile like you truly mean it. back then, you were stuck in the spring court, and lucien could see you turning into dust draped in pretty dresses.

now you wonder if you should have said yes. or at least, if he would take elain and nesta away if you asked him to.

"...where would you want to go?" you finally murmur, a soft, throaty whisper clashing with elain's heartwrenching words. you place both hands on your sister's arms, and even though you never knew how to be tender, your touch is feathery on her skin, "where do you want to go, elain? tell me, and i will take you there myself. you, and nesta as well. even if there's no home for us anymore...we'll make a new one. just the three of us. just say the word, and i'll do it."