#nightstriumph

[bloodofthefates]

x. this is all Rhys's fault #5,687 \\ @nightstriumph

Despite the late hour, the light glowing from the lamp-like bobbing orbs was enough to cast her shadow alone the multicolored surface of the moonstone floors of the mountaintop palace. It wasn't one of Rhys's residences she preferred, feeling liked they weren't entire allowed to be their true selves here with the weight of the Court of Nightmares dangling just underfoot but Feyre was glad for its isolation. Not nearly as intimate as the cabin, she enjoyed the openness here and felt like she could breath deeper when in need of a stolen moment away from the demands of protecting Velaris. Wisps of light gossamer fabrics trailed behind her as she walked barefoot along the low-lit hall, each color of the opalescent walls and floor refracted in the material's sheen. Feyre had sensed that Rhys was still awake, although barely just when she'd awoken along in bed and gone in search of him. Coming to the space he claimed as a makeshift study, she slipped inside of the space to find him hunched over his desk heavily distracted and clearly in deep thought. "I thought we came here to take a break from everything else..." She cooed softly, a sleepy smile spreading across her lips as she came to stand at his side, hand sliding into place across his shoulders as she squeezed affectionately in an attempt to draw his attention away from whatever was troubling him and instead directing it toward her.

[ircnwrought-a]

✨ say nice things about me. // @nightstriumph

no …

… jk ❤️ you know i adore you and can’t tell you no. i can’t narrow down to just one thing so I’ll cheat and give you two. first, i literally can’t put into words just how much our friendship means to me. you are so easy to talk to and so kind that you make this space such a positive experience. second, the way you write is hands down some of the most gorgeous prose I’ve read. it’s poetic and emotional and such a wonder that I’m always left wanting more. thank you for being on this ride with me !! we’re a package deal

[starseternelle]

a starter for @nightstriumph !!

__________🏹      SHE IS ON HER WAY BACK TO THESAN'S PALACE, LUCIEN IN TOW, AS THE SURIEL'S WORDS THREATEN TO DROWN HER. there is so much truth she has shed && yet still more she needs to uncover if she has any chance of discovering all she lost in the months prior. storm grey gaze chances a sidelong glance to her companion, his attention firmly on the path ahead of him. he is a friend && yet held the fact that rhysand was her mate from her, that she dreamt of a life with tamlin that would simply be impossible to achieve. it guts her all over again && she thinks back to the violet hues from earlier in the afternoon, painted with agony && longing && ... -

🏹__________      THE VOICE OF THE ONE SHE IS THINKING OF CUTS ACROSS THE MENTAL BRIDGE BETWEEN THEM. tell me where to find you. she had not expected him to answer her call so quickly, so urgently. the bond has grown less taut as well. he is closer than before; he is seeking her. she stops, lucien turning to face her with questions written across his face. she needs to be rid of him if she is to talk to rhysand without eyes or ears intruding. only time will tell if she is making another foolish mistake. ❛   lucien, i need to do something on my own && you can't ask questions or come with me.  ❜ she is taking a chance. even if he had not trusted her with the truth, she hopes he trusts her with something dearer. ❛   if what i do works, we may be one step closer to bringing elain home.  ❜

__________🏹      A PART OF HER IS PRICKED WITH GUILT TO SEE HOW HIS FACE CRUMPLES. a heart, a chance of a future, a mate. she sees how his mind weighs whether his oath to tamlin means more than that. evidently, he comes to the conclusion that it does not, giving her a sharp nod. ❛   no one can know. especially not tamlin.  ❜ desperation laces her words && his face softens. despite everything, he gives her his word he will buy her the time she needs before disappearing in the woods in the direction of the council. after a few moments && satisfied that lucien is true to his word not to follow her, she retraces her steps back to the clearing where she had laid the trap for the suriel. " there's a clearing north of the palace in the foothills " instructions pushed down the bond as well as her view of the area to help guide him. she does not know why she thinks it will work, but she also pulls the bond, a ripple originating from her point in space. practically humming i am here, come find me.

[starseternelle]

an angsty memory au starter for @nightstriumph i should be sorry but i'm not ily

__________🏹      TAMLIN'S     WORDS     HAVE        OPENED        A        CHASM     IN        HER        CHEST        SHE        CANNOT        QUITE        CLOSE.      you    will    always    be    used    for    your    power,     feyre.        can    you    not    see    it    ??     what    a    boon    it    would    be    for    a    court    such    as    night    to    count    the    cursebreaker    amongst    their    number     ??      (     how   else   can   she   understand   why   rhys   tries   so   hard   to   appease   her     ??      she,     who   killed   their   kind   with   hate   in   her   heart.        she,     who   would   be   forgotten   in   history   if   not   for   the   power   given   to   her   in   death.     she,     who    is    haunted    by    the    blood    of    innocents    that    now    stain    her    hands    unmistakably    red     )     the   jasmine   scented   breeze   that   had   once   brought   her   comfort   to   announce   his   arrival   now   only   coils   nausea   in   the   pit   of   her   stomach.     there   is   no   light   in   her   eyes,     as   she   pushes   away   from   the   table  &&    begins   to   walk   away   from   the   curling   shadow.     it    begs    her    to    turn    around,     the    static    crackling    along    her    skin    in    alert.     she    ignores    it.     ❛     you've   had   a   wasted   visit.     we're   busy   preparing   for   the   tithe   today.     ❜

[starseternelle]

NIGHT TRIUMPHANT & THE STARS ETERNAL

[ i was the glittering light only his shadows could make clear ]

ind. & private roleplay blogs for acotar's rhysand & feyre archeron written into the stars by lp & miranda

[bloodofthefates]

x. the thing no one asked for // inspired by @ircnwrought/@starseternelle & @nightstriumph

Though the summer equinox was the pride of Summer Court celebrations, all parts of Prythian took part in the dawning of the new season even if on a much smaller scale and the Night Court was no exception. Velaris itself was a living pulse at the center of it all, laughter and music as contagious as the company filling the winding streets of open shop and tavern doors. Various stalls had been set up and entire roadways closed down to allow for the installation of large gathering tables, food and drink flowing as freely as the friendly conversation that left no heart untouched. Nesta was not impervious to the magic of the city, having been dragged by a near begging Cassian who she was fairly certain had already made plans with Azriel and Mor before ever asking her to join along with them. She’d already made excuses to part ways, claiming to be off in search of Emerie and Gwyn but instead finding herself outside of the market square where gaggles of young fae ran the entire perimeter of the fountain in some make believe game and unhindered by any watchful parents’ eyes. Keeping her distance, Nesta watched from afar with some amusement until one tiny blurred projectile nearly ran right into her. Quick reflexes had her hands shooting out to catch and steady what she discovered was a little girl. A little girl with a crown of twisted wire and hand polished stones. So much care and detail had been crafted into the piece, a labor of true love and painstakingly placed between braided and curled strands of deep auburn hair piled high atop her head. Her dress was equally envious, jewel-toned layers of fabric expertly sewn to form fit the child’s smaller frame accentuated by a beadwork bodice of flowers and belt made of linked silver that alternated star and moon shapes clanging together musically every time she took off running after the other children. Feyre. The tiny spitting image of her younger sister came to a screeching halt in front of Nesta, huffing, puffing and armed with a paintbrush in hand and wielded it with all the ferocity of a weapon of the highest caliber. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy hue, bright blue eyes the color of the stones adorning her head lit up from equal exertion and excitement but widened when she realized who she’d nearly barreled into. Jaw dropping, the young girl sputtered for words as she tried to piece together coherent thought, soon flanked by two other members of her posse.

The raven-haired girl to the other’s left wore a long draping gown of pastel pink with white tulle overlay adorned with fresh florals of the summer blooms in every bright color. Atop her head was another equally beautiful crown, this one instead forged of yellow golden wire and more of the same flowers covering the skirts of her dress. Elain. The immediate recognition burgeoned warmth from within her chest, expanding beyond the capacity of her ribcage and causing something to catch in the back of her throat. They were perfect in every way, neither of them looked anything like her sisters from when they were younger and yet theirs were the only faces she could see staring back up at her and utterly awestruck.

“High Lady…Lady Elain.” Nesta greeted formally, dipping her head and offering an exaggerated bow of pure elegance to the leader of the little pack of Archerons in acknowledgment while attempting to hide her smile of pure mirth at the sight of the tiny versions of Elain and Feyre. “Your costumes are most fitting, I half expected the High Lord Rhysand to be trailing soon after.” Nesta laughed softly, a rare gift and true delight that had the children beaming up at her and hanging onto her every word that much more. She half hoped Rhys was somewhere near enough to hear her, never taking any chance to use him as her own personal punchline for granted even if in this particular circumstance, it was for a good cause.    

Only then did Nesta turn her head to notice the nearly white-haired girl flanking tiny Feyre’s right and catching her dead in her tracks. Her smile disappeared altogether, stunned into silence by the lack of elegant dress or fitted tiara nestled into perfectly styled hair. In place of tulle or chiffon there was only leather and steel, a smaller version of the exact fighting leathers she now wore accented by a toy stand-in for Ataraxia holstered at the younger girl’s side. A single plaited braid draped over one shoulder, more for practicality than aesthetic and there was no crown atop her head. Instead, there was a beautifully crafted mask covering the upper half of her face, enough to conceal her eyes and dip down over the bridge of her nose and tied at the back of her head with a single white ribbon that suddenly had her heart aching for Emerie or Gwyn to miraculously appear.

It was the smaller version of herself looking back to her, weighted with the highest expectation of seeking her approval but for once Nesta found herself at a complete loss for words. It took her a moment, the tension stretching on for too long as the girls began to shift on their toes with uneasiness before she moved to kneel down in front of the girl finding her courage to swallow back the tears she hadn’t been expecting. “Lady Nesta… it is an honor to serve you.” She greeted the younger spitting image of herself as she was now, not the ghost of the little girl she’d once been under her mother’s heavy thumb. Pulling the real Ataraxia from its sheath at her back, Nesta maneuvered the blade carefully in front of the girls with extra caution to keep them from being afraid as she turned the grip toward the tiny Nesta and offered it to her.

“Lady Death, a true Valkyrie warrior should have a go at a real sword, wouldn’t you say?” Nesta prodded gently, uncharacteristically soft as the younger girl’s trembling fingers reached out to trace along the hilt of the blade. “You can hold it.” She nodded her permission, watching the girl’s eyes light up as she took hold of the sword. She was barely able to lift it, but Nesta handled the brunt of the weight in the blade making it appear as if the little girl was the one doing the hard work all along. The moment was fleeting, but one Nesta knew she would treasure for years to come. Almost as quickly as she’d grabbed hold, the tiny Nesta had let go and earned a fit of giggles amongst her comrades as they thanked Nesta and took off running through the square, squealing their delight and telling anyone they came across that they were real Archeron sisters now.

Sucking in a deep breath as she stood, Nesta gave her sword a good practice swing earning several worried glances from those around her before she sheathed it at her back once more. “An honor to serve you indeed..” She whispered to herself, eyes darting around to ensure no one else had witnessed her moment of uncharacteristic vulnerability as she straightened her shoulders, happy to tuck away the memory of the little girls as younger versions of Feyre and Elain happier than they had been allowed in their childhood, the better versions of themselves now just as she had seen herself in the younger Nesta.

[starseternelle]

a kiss on the inside of the wrist. ( modern!au bike ride vibes ) // @nightstriumph

__________🏹      CAREFULLY,        SHE     COMES     TO     STRADDLE        THE     BIKE     BEHIND     HIM.        his   smile,     thrown   casually   over   his   shoulder,     is   still   enough   to   leave   her   as   breathless   as   the   first   night   she   met   him.        she    could    have    never    known    then    just    what    he'd    come    to    mean.     once   she's   satisified   she's   balanced,     she   feels   him   reach   back   to   gently   grab   her   arm    &&    place   a   kiss   against   her   inner   wrist.     right    over    where    her    archer's    arrow    tattoo    lies    inked    into    her    skin     (     he's   joked   it's   pierced   him   straight   through   the   heart.     a   wound   he'd   gladly   take     again    &&    again        )     she's   lost   to   him   for   a   moment,     even   as   he   reminds   her   to   put   her   helmet   on   &&    with   one   final   look   back,     violet   eyes   reflecting   underneath   his   visor,     remember    to    hold    on    this    time.     she   instinctively   reaches   out   to   tap   his   own   helmet in protest,        but   he   takes   off   too   fast.      she    leans    forward,     arms    wrapping    around    his    middle    to    keep    from    falling    off.        though   it's   lost   to   the   wind,        she   can   almost   swear   she   hears   his   laughter   echoing   through   his   chest   as   they   leave   the   city   behind   them.

[starseternelle]

five times kissed // @nightstriumph

first.

you are human, he is a beast.

though their love should be impossible ( the stuff of nightmares hidden behind the silks && smiles of a high lord; the telltale rounded ears of mortalness && her scars ) they cling to one another. the truth settles around them, that despite her lack of immortality, time does not seem to wither her as it should. she remains youthful, face smooth && unweathered. she is still human, but she is something more too. the court chose her just as she did all those years ago when they swore vows to one another. as her lips find his, tears mixing with her joyful smile && her fingers curling into his hair, the weight of this gift night has given her finally settles: they will have forever after all.

second.

you have forgotten who you are, he bears that weight alone.

" you love me. " it is not a question she asks of him as they stand on the roof of the townhouse, with only the stars to witness this monumental shift within her. how could he not, she now realizes, for all he has done to bring her home. his face is open to her as he nods, no pretenses or charm to hide the way he looks at her, the way he sees her for all that she is, was, can become. with shaking hands, she reaches up to bring his face down to hers, breaths mingling together for the second they stand inches apart before lips collide. her entire soul sighs at the contact && she is struck with her own truth: the past may be lost to her, but she knows beyond a doubt that she loves him too.

third.

you are the artist in the loft, he is your muse.

the city is far behind them as she leans back into his chest, his arms wrapped around her middle && his bike parked below this hill they've climbed. there's a meteor shower forecasted tonight && they have both chased the wind to find the best spot to witness such a force of nature. before the sky truly comes alive, he points out the flash of a falling star && encourages her to make her wish. smiling, she twists until she can place a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth. though he prods to know what she wished for, she shakes her head && says it will remain her secret lest it not come true. she does not tell him she did not send pleas to the heavens for she already has everything she needs right here.

fourth.

your mother has raised you to wage war in ballrooms, he is the dark fae prince under your window.

he has her back pressed against the trunk of a mighty oak in some remote corner of her family's property. they are safe here, away from her mother's attempts to secure a betrothal to some lord's son before spring, away from the prejudice against his people that dictates that this love can never be. it can, it will. her letters carry her promises, his pebbles thrown against her window in the dead of night answer in kind. the night is theirs && she savors it. she rises to place a gentle, reverent kiss against his lips as she accepts his plan. yes, she will run away with him. yes, she will become his wife. no one will ever separate them again.

fifth.

the war is over, you both can rest.

they lay in bed together, mindful to only speak to the other across that beautiful golden bridge that links their souls. between them, sleeping soundly, lie two small children ( a dark haired winged boy && a golden haired shapeshifting girl ) that they are careful not to wake. her fingers gently brush the hair from their peaceful faces && she looks over at him, her heart clenching at how much happiness is within her grasp. she shifts slightly so she can lean forward, placing a kiss along his cheek before lips find his. in the soft morning light, she wills the moment to never end. she'd do it all again, live every second over to be here with their little family.

forever.

your souls call to the other across the infinite span of time.

there is an old story that soulmates come from the same particles of matter. that in the beginning of the universe, the very essence that would become them moved nearest to the other && they have spent all these eons trying to find one another once more.

perhaps there is truth to the story, for no matter what lifetime, no matter who they are: they will always find each other.