#feyrae

[silverflamcs]

@feyrae​

     fae males, nesta learned, were very similar to human men. more often than not they think with their dicks rather than their brain. as a human she strayed from men for that very reason, they only wanted sex, and nesta was raised to be a proper lady. she gave up on those human ideals after the war, after she witnessed countless deaths, her father’s death. hybern forced her into this fae body and for a long time it did not feel like her own, allowing herself this pleasure was her reclaiming her body back. it was her exploring what this new world of her’s had to offer because she now knew someone’s life could come to an end as easily as blowing out a candle. it didn’t take long for her to realize the pleasure that came with it nullified the storm inside her. even if it was brief, it made everything go quiet, even the unholy power that prowled inside of her. and so drinking and sex became her best friend.

     no one she had taken to bed had asked if she wanted to talk about it. no one had even given her an inkling that they knew she was harboring something. they all just wanted to get lost in pleasure for a night then be on their way the next morning. none of them cared to be observant with her, she doubted they even noticed the state in which her apartment was in, how many had been in this bed before them. which was fine with her, it’s exactly what she wants. the fact that this male could tell something was eating at her and then actually ask about it set her on high alert. narrowing her eyes she gave him a glare that would send lesser males running. “what makes you think there’s anything to talk about? better yet, what makes you think i would talk about anything of importance with you?”

[roseguidedarc]

         𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄,  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄.  𝐁𝐔𝐓, 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃  “𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆”  && pam simply agreed to prove her work friend wrong!   she was stubborn, that much was known,  && in all honesty . . she did wonder about the infamous vampire bar “fangtasia” ever since it’d become aware in mainstream media.  vampires comin’ out of the coffin sure did shed light on a whole side of the world hardly anyone knew of,  but it also opened up some . . 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚂   doors.   humans are no longer top of the food chain, but were they ever really?   pam sticks close to chloe as she, among with many others, flood into the open doors.  once inside, eyes take a glance around at the groups of people, at the dancers, listening to the music that blares on the inside of her skull.   it was a little overwhelming, but just as she   𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉    inside her head.   some ushered words are said to her by chloe,  the woman leaving her side almost immediately like she promised not to do:    ❝  chloe, wait !  ❞   pam tried to get her to stop, to not leave her, but she was gone before any fuss could be made.  body tenses now that she’s alone, a weariness in her chest at the feeling of being a sitting duck.  green eyes glance ‘round as pam comes to take a seat at the bar,  long blonde locks shifting over her shoulder while eyes rise && sudden . . she sees him, their eyes locking for several seconds before quickly glancing away.   ❝  what can i get for you?  ❞  asked bartender,    ❝ martini.  ❞   answered pam, still feeling as if eyes were on her.    / @feyrae​   gets a human pam starter!

[hereticalsoulsarchive]

i want my life back // from alina to aleksander // @feyrae

how the sunbeam chafes beneath the collars weight, how she squirms within the scaly cuffs. freedom she demands. her life she declares taken. but where once affection bloomed in his gaze, where once her voice brought forth his humanity - now — now he stifles it. she will be his tool, she will be his weapon, since she would not become it willingly, then unwillingly it will be. a sneer marks pretty features, the audacity of beauty lines an ageless face, dark eyes flash with emotion best left unexplored.

‘ your life back? alina alina —.. your life as fodder for the canons? your pathetic little tracker? sleeping around and never even noticing you? who do you think you were alina? anyone? you were potential left to rot in darkness. you were power and beauty left to molder amongst the underbrush. i have raised you to my side, i have given you everything that befits your radiance. and when i asked for your power, for your loyalty — you turn me down? ‘

he is looking at her now like a worshipper who finally meets their god and they are absolutely lacking. like the child who chases fireflies and thinks they’ll catch a star and instead find an insect trapped in grimy hands. she demands her life back — when he cannot see she had one to get back to to begin with. it is almost pity in his gaze, he steps towards her — finger brushing her jawline. knowing how her power surges to his touch, knowing how she once felt to his touch.

‘ i am trying to make the world a better place for our people alina. would you not make the sacrifice for them if they asked? you would not let me use you without force — you have made me your villain. so do not plead as if i am your friend. ‘

[wandyrlust-a]

@feyrae said: [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] acts of affection

it was such an absentminded gesture when his long, feather-gentle fingertips caught the ginger strand that had strayed across poppy’s forehead and tucked it back into its home behind her ear, the simple touch seemingly more out of instinct or habit than intention. he was hardly paying attention to her as he doled out directions to the guards and wolven around them. no, he wasn’t paying attention, but he always saw her and never missed a beat. not even one little strand of hair. looking at him, one would never know the stress of their harrowing journey. she recalled him mentioning how he was due for a haircut, but she enjoyed the midnight shade of his waves and the piece that often liked to fall over his forehead, softening his sharp, beautiful features. he was certainly the image of whatever royalty and authority she could dream up. she didn’t hear the words he exchanged with the wolven, the voices and commotion around them a deafening white noise that left her thoughts echoing in the limitless chambers of her head. she didn’t process whatever he said, but it sounded mature and commanding and wise and entirely unlike any prince foregoing his title. he sounded like a king. he would be king one day, he had to know that, whether he liked it or not. she had a feeling he would, though. his love for his kingdom and those in it was not lost on her and she’d yet to see more than a handful of moments of it thus far. 

she reached up and caught the hand that still rested among her mess of red waves and laced her fingers with his, catching a glimpse of the gold that reflected in her palm. that metallic color had become her favorite, the swirl in her palm, the band that wrapped around her index finger, the honey of his irises that was only contained by the defining black ring around them. something dark surrounding something impossibly warm. kieran’s words rang in her memory again about how he was the only thing that only she didn’t have to fear. she wished that weren’t true, longed for even his greatest enemies to see the good heart that resided under that expensive armor, but she understood the facade, gods, she understood. he would be the “dark one” when he needed to get things done and she would be more than prepared to remind him how gentle and real and worthy his soul was despite it. remind him of his warmth. she gave his hand a gentle squeeze at her side and her other curled around his bicep to hug his arm loosely in contentment. pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder, she tore her gaze from his face to rest her temple against him as her eyes roamed over their companions. to have companions...she shuddered in awe. he continued to change her life in more ways than one, between each sweet utterance of “princess,” and every tender little touch of his fingertips left along her arms, her her palms, her ears when he tucked her hair back like he just had. for the first time in her life she looked forward to what that change would mean with each passing day.

[evermxre-a]

@feyrae​ sent :  [ embrace ] ( from feyre ! )

                      soft interactions // accepting !!!

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he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t slightly taken aback by the girl’s sudden embrace. it’s unexpected, this gesture of genuine kindness and solidarity— ESPECIALLY from feyre. he’s seen it before, the way that she FLINCHES when others draw near ; it’s a mutual thing, to be fair. adam himself is guilty of it, of looking at people as if they’re there to HARM him instead of comfort. it’s a defense mechanism ; a way to HIDE. to protect oneself from getting HURT.          still, for those same reasons, he freezes slightly as feyre’s arms wrap around his frame ; he freezes as her smaller body presses up against his, fitting almost PERFECTLY. it’s disconcerting. sapphire hues flicker downwards, gaze never ONCE leaving her. adam is confused by the gesture, yes, but... at the same time... he’s certainly intrigued by it. slowly do arms raise, extremities cautiously coming to interlock around the girl’s body. gently and timidly, as if he is afraid that she might BREAK. can one blame him, though?             it is cautious, yes, but no less meaningful. and, well, what kind of man would he be if he did not return this MEANINGFUL and IMPACTFUL gesture? especially when it is coming from none other than feyre archeron?                                         

[goldenreign]

for the record cleo is just the pleading eyes emoji at feyre and bryce bc she wants to be their friend ( @feyrae, @starsbore, @wratheart ) 

[deathlass]

@feyrae​ said: “ this is why we can’t have nice things! ” ( for elain )

          there’s a long silence and her eyes sweep through the kitchen, over the white-dusted counters and floors, the splatters of something dripping from the ceiling, as the bowl it had all once resided in lay empty on its side on the floor. in front of her, feyre stood, dusted in white and globs of dough, from her hair to her sweater to her pants, like some odd, distorted apparition made up of flour and sugar and bits of egg. 

          and suddenly she was laughing.

          it began as a small chuckle, rattling her chest in a way that was foreign, causing her to pause and assess. but just as quickly, another soft sound escaped her, followed by another, and then she was clapping her hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the noises leaving her as she looked at her younger sister before her, eyes wide in.... shock, probably. when was the last time elain had laughed? even she didn’t know. 

          reaching over onto the counter, she grabbed a bowl full of chocolate chips, taking a handful and extending them toward feyre with another small giggle as she simply replied, “you’re missing something.” 

[serpentlike]

𝒔𝒉𝒆     𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔     𝒂     𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘     .       feyre  can’t  help  but  glance  in  lou’s  direction  as  she  stays  slumped  against  the  wall  of  the  attic  above  soleil  et  lune     .     she’d  been  fortunate  enough  to  make  a  friend  since  she’d  arrived  in  cesarine     ,     and  after  meeting  lou  she’d  accidentally  learned  about  the  ways  of  witches  and  witch  hunters  as  well     .     it  was  a  strange  world     ,     a  cruel  one     ,     and  althought  feyre  was  still  learning  about  her  own  newfound  powers  she  was  lucky  enough  to  have  some  direction  from  lou  and  coco     .     yet  the  topic  of  kisses  and  other  romantic  gestures  had  never  been  brought  up  until  now     . 

 ❛     oh     ?     ❜     she  can’t  help  but  huff  a  small  laugh  as  she  shoots  her  a  grin     .     before  she  had  come  to  cesarine  to  provide  for  a  better  life  for  her  sisters  and  father  she  had  her  own  trysts  with  isaac  hale  in  the  confines  of  a  rundown  barn     .     it  wasn’t  romantic  and  nothing  more  than  partaking  in  the  pleasures  of  the  flesh     .     ❛     with  bas  or  someone  else     ?     i’m  sure  i’ve  heard  you  mention  to  coco  how  he’s  quite  shit  in  bed     .     ❜     there’s  a  girlish  giggle  that  falls  from  her  lips  as  she  tilts  her  head  back  in  laughter  and  she  playfully  tosses  the  small  throw  pillow  in  lou’s  direction  as  she regains  her  composure     .     ❛     firstly     ,     we  need  to  find  someone  who  can  give  those  kinds  of  kisses     .     do  you  think  a  man  like  that  exists     ?     ❜     she  lets  out  a  dreamy  sigh  before  slumping  back  down  and  looking  at  the  array  of  stolen  costumes  and  knick  knacks  littered  in  the  space  above  the  theater     .     there’s  a  pause  before  she  turns  her  attention  back  to  lou  with  another  grin  on  her  lips     .     ❛     or  are  you  trying  to  ask  me  to  kiss  you     ,     lou     ?     ❜     it’s  tease  but  something  she  wouldn’t  be  entirely  opposed  to     .  

        𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐔 how to survive in cesarine, and it would be lou who would teach feyre. she hadn’t expected the young archeron to become a quick friend, but sure enough, afternoons spent in the attic of soleil et lune were not rare by any means these days. it was a comforting way to live, and lou cherished it: the freedom and the danger, two faces of the same deadly coin.  ❛ in general, ❜ lou alludes, sending her a scalding grin that confirms, yes, bas was quite generous with his kisses. her reflexes are quick as she catches the pillow before it can smack her in the face, dust and all. 

❛ 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 for a kiss that lasts three minutes, let alone three moons. ❜ she sets the pillow aside and quietly takes feyre in. there’s something about her, a quality gained no doubt from her hunter’s prowess, a way of staying so still, you almost wouldn’t notice her. but lou did. couldn’t help but. her hands, she knew, from the times they’d passed cinnamon rolls and salty breads back and forth in this very attic, were soft, despite the scarred palms and warm. 

𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, she glances at her through a wayward lock of escaped hair, something like a smile playing on her lips. ❛ I don’t think men like that exist. but I believe women sure do. ❜  

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 @feyrae