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[grimmusings]

"I just want you to be happy." Orrr "You're not a sad story. You are alive."

(Feyre to Theo 👀)

Answered here! 💙

[grimmusings]

Theo: 💬 + I Heard you and your childhood friend aren't talking. Heard you pulled a drunken move on her and she hates your guts now. (Sorry. Not sorry.)

Answered here! 💙

[nostromowreckage]

💬 + I Heard you and your childhood friend aren't talking. Heard you pulled a drunken move on her and she hates your guts now. (Sorry. Not sorry.)

@newtonskeeper

"Ow. Okay. First of all, low blow. Second of all, have you met Feyre? She's not capable of hating anyone's guts. At most, you might get, like, a disapproving look or a semi-stern lecture. It's Aven who's not talking to me. That one can hold a grudge. I'm looking out for glass in my hamburger."

"…But yeah, I fucked up big time last night. I'll find a way to make it up to her. Somehow."

[pctentialbreakupsong-archive]

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse - @newtonskeeper

The fact that Feyre had taken the option to teach online classes to go with him over the Fall and Winter. Despite how there were thousands of people in the stadium around him -- knowing that she was there, watching him was the only thing that mattered to him. After the game, he didn't even bother to rinse off -- changing into his normal clothes and rushing to find his fiancée. God that was weird to say. He grinned when he saw her, practically sprinting over to her and wrapping his strong arms around her to lift her and press their lips firmly together. Despite how his muscles were screaming at him, he kept her lifted in the air as he pulled away. His nose brushed against hers and he offered her a gentle smile. "It feels good. Having you here."

[pctentialbreakupsong-archive]

send me a picture of your muse, for my muse to react to!

"Yeah, I'd do extremely questionable things for you."

[grimmusings]

“in  my  dreams”

(Theo)

Answered here! 💙

[nostromowreckage]

“in my dreams”

@newtonskeeper

It was rare to see Feyre with this much to drink. Maybe if he'd had a little less to drink himself, Theo would have laughed and changed the subject instead of what he did do, which was to lean closer with a playful smile, one hand propped on the wall behind her head. "Oh yeah? Tell me."

[nostromowreckage]

(Feyre)

DAZE :  for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them.

Theo was a regular visitor on Feyre's couch, particularly when he didn't yet have a place of his own or, indeed, know if he was staying in the city long enough to necessitate one. Aven was usually gracious about sharing her guest room, but he'd learned to make himself scarce whenever she had a date. There were some things he just didn't want to know about his twin sister.

The morning sun was an assault on his eyes, and he threw an arm over them in an unsuccessful attempt to block it out. "You know the rule. No staring unless you want to join me." He might be very, very careful about which lines he crossed with Feyre--far more careful than he was with people he was actually sleeping with--but snuggling wasn't one of them. Theo was a champion snuggler.