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[beastingtm]

@nihtfrowan​ poked the ♥ for more beastie boys.

        VINCENT HAD HIS CLIPBOARD tucked under his arm when he pushed aside the curtain and made his way inside, with her. She’d ended up on Intensive Care because of a fall, or so her file described it to him. Vincent reached for the clip board, and went over the details again.

        “I must admit, you look pretty well for such a fall,” he remarked with a raise of his brow. “You must have someone up there who really likes you.”

[meinliiedarchived]

@nihtfrowan​​​ ❤

“Mother?” Caterina shifted uncomfortably on her chair. She had wrestled with herself, wether to discuss the topic with Simonetta or not. But who else could she trust? “Do you know of certain herbs that can help a woman ... get rid of an unwanted child?” 

[dovesdeath]

ˏˋ⠀𑁍   @nihtfrowan​  —-  deathless meme;   “  we  obsess.   it’s  in  our  nature.  ”   —   feyre.

EVERYTHING  HURTS.   she  does  not  know  how  else  to  describe  it.   it  feels  like  a  dagger  being  twisted  in  her  heart  each  time  she  does  so  much  as  cast  her  gaze  outside  the  window   ---   imagining  that  from  here  she  can  see  the  wall   ,   see  the  mortal  lands  she  would  risk  everything  just  to  return  to.   it  feels  so  stupid   ,   knowing  she  is  not  wanted  there  anymore   ;   knowing  there  is  nothing  left  for  her  on  the  other  side  of  the  wall  but  still  wanting  to  go  back  home.   she  turns  her  head  at  the  sound  of  her  sister’s  voice   ,   mustering  the  best  smile  she  can   ...   a  grimace.   “   is  obsessing  supposed  to  hurt  so  much?   ”

[gedwimora-arc]

@nihtfrowan replied to your post: i’m quietly tempted to revive gyda but i’d have to...

Hmmyesdoit

hey if people are okay with the fact that.... i’m barely into s4 and haven’t moved from there in like....... 6months at best......and thus barely know/understand like.... half the cast then like yeah sure.... i’ll ride again as the childe....... 

[nesstah]

@nihtfrowan​ asked :  ‘ i’m just trying to connect with you ’ [ from Fey ] BETWEEN YOU AND THESE BONES     /     accepting !

GLAMOURS NEVER WORKED ON NESTA ,   not even when she was human .     while feyre was gone and the archerons’ lives morphed into some semblance of the luxury they used to enjoy ,     nesta saw through the magic .     it was a phenomenon which she never neglected to study from every facet ,   trying to unwind whatever clarity she possessed that cut through the veil .     it took her a few weeks ,   but she eventually came to the conclusion that     GLAMOURS DON’T WORK ON PEOPLE WHO WEAR THEM .     although nesta’s mask was formed without a spark of magic ,   with nothing but her own stubborn insistence not to     FEEL ANYTHING ,     she wasn’t enchanted .     she was quite used to seeing through glamours .

although nesta’s armor worked on elain ,   convincing her that her older sister was impenetrable ,     nesta always doubted how effectively she was fooling feyre .     a little less trusting than elain ,   a little more daring than nesta ,     feyre was not easily tricked .     now ,   WITH ETERNITY AHEAD OF THEM ,   nesta and feyre’s human squabbles felt at once entirely insignificant and all the more unforgivable .     nesta sat gracefully on a window seat looking out at the sunrise .     the world she lived in now was waking up ,    unfettered by the struggles nesta endured before her mortal life was ripped from her hands .     she still felt that urge to claw and scrape at every change ,    to tear at the throats of everyone standing between her and    NUMBNESS .     feeling nothing was so much easier .     the howling that beat at her defenses now ,   begging to be set free and wreak havoc ,   was hardly worse than the usual storm she kept contained .     the increase in her sensory awareness was nothing but a taunt ,   a reminder that she had to   HOLD ONTO THAT RAGE AND SCORCH HER HANDS .     if nesta was going to live forever ,   she would have to make a choice :     CARRY THE ANGER WITH HER     or begin to unspool it .

it was clear which side of that debate feyre was on .     nesta did not turn her face toward her youngest sister as she spoke ,   silver-blue eyes tracing the brightening sky .    “ IS THAT WORKING FOR YOU ? ”     words followed immediately by an internal grimace ,   a spark of regret .     nesta’s not sure if she remembers how to be kind .     it never made anything easier ,   so she buried it      ( like everything else too complex to unravel ) .     SHE TRIES AGAIN .     “ why now ? ”     not inviting by any means ,   but there’s a fraction less bite in her tone .     it’s feyre’s choice whether or not she wants to engage with that .

[nesstah]

FOR FEYRE     ( @nihtfrowan )    /    sc.

nesta’s hands are bundled in the periwinkle cloth of her new cloak ,   the color of defeat and secrecy .     money earned by selling a promise ring that proved nothing except for the FALSEHOOD OF MEN .     feyre doesn’t need to speak for nesta to feel her eyes on the cloak ,   her disapproval scenting the air almost as strongly as the meat she’d brought home .     elain has prepared it in her way ,   is now hovering over it like a bumblebee dancing around a rose .     elain is out of earshot when nesta whispers ,     “ no one asked you to do this , ”   so softly that ,   if feyre hadn’t grown up in the same home ,   she wouldn’t have known she was being addressed at all .     nesta does not meet feyre’s eyes ,   but she lifts her gaze to their sister ,   humming some shanty she picked up in the village .     nesta folds her hands over each other in her lap .     there’s no ring on her hand ,   not anymore .     “ WE CAN FIND OTHER WAYS . ”

[jcyfulmess]

          “ Oh Dolores, we’re nothing alike. Shall I care about your interests when you don’t give a bloody fuck about mine ? I’m not saying this is an easy outcome. But I don’t care as much as you do about humanity. You should care about yourself and your surviving more. ”     She paused, her dark eyes shining through the sun, her hand ready to pull out the katana plastered in her back. For Hector. My daughter. Lee, Clementine... all my friends.      “ In the end, you’re more alike them than you think. Human race had always been about survival, and here you are, bringing a war, causing chaos because you can’t stand the thought of being powerless. This will sadden me, Dolores. Maybe, in another universe we could have shared common interests.  ”

starter call.  @nihtfrowan​ for dol.