#incorrectacotarquotes

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Feyre: What are you writing?

Azriel: The Spring Court wants to know what kind of weapons we are bringing to the meeting of the High Lords. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Feyre, looking over Azriel's shoulder: This just says "fuck around and find out" in calligraphy.

[ratabrasileira]

Feyre: OMG you're so clingy.

Rhys: I'm not...

Feyre: We saw each other about... 10min ago.

Rhys: We had been apart for 500 years, Feyre darling, I'm just making up the lost time.

Feyre: Rhysand, I wasn't even born 500 years ago.

[incorrectacotarquotes]

Feyre: How long does your ideal hug last?

Rhys: 32 to 45 minutes.

Feyre: That's impractical.

Rhys: You said ideal, not realistic.

[oncesneverenough]

Probably Feysand during a short visit in ACOWAR

Feyre: They still need us. Rhysand: They will always need us. Feyre: And you know, I... I need you. You know that. Rhysand: I need you too. Feyre: I'm gonna miss you. *heart eyes* Feyre: No, really, I need you though. Too tired so you have to winnow me to Spring Court.

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Madja: As a healer, you need to sleep more.

Azriel: No.

Madja: The last patient who didn't sleep more after I suggested it died.

Azriel: Oh my gods

Madja: In an assassination.

Azriel: That sounds unrelated.

Madja: I'm the one who murdered him. Do not disobey me.

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Rhys: Az, what are you doing tomorrow?

Azriel: Having my day ruined by whatever you're about to ask me to do.

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Nesta: Azriel has murdered people! Like, he's killed people! For years! He's a literal assassin.

Feyre: Okay, but you don't have all the facts.

Nesta: Which are?

Feyre: *Holding a floppy Azriel to her chest* We love him.

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Rhys: While I'm gone, Feyre, you're in charge.

Feyre: Yes!!

Rhys, whispering: Azriel, you're secretly in charge.

Azriel: Obviously.