#stareternals

[deathsconsort]

good morning I have brainrot of feyre riding through the outer city on morpheus, her laughter filtering up through the air to nesta, who is flying above 🖤

i'm sobbing, these two have my heart i love them so much 🥺 nesta flying on calista, her hair unbound so she can feel the wind through her hair, arms spread wide while she rides the current. feyre’s laugh tugs on her heart and the sound of it is contagious and makes her laugh as well. with a command to calista, they soar down and land right beside feyre and morpheus, joining them on their run. both sisters glancing at each other and giggling like the little girls they were never able to be in their childhood. the two of them race to their favorite field, away from the city and the noise. the field has become their place, where they bond and talk while their mounts are running about playing with each other or resting. eventually it will be the spot where nesta tells feyre she’s pregnant before telling anyone else.

[silverflamcs]

@stareternals continued from x

     a faint smile graced her lips, cassian had said something similar. “i don’t want to conquer the world. you’re my sister, i would give up anything to if it meant saving your life.” for the reason nesta was alive right now was because of feyre, if her youngest sister hadn’t gone out into the forest to hunt they all would’ve starved. even though back then that is what nesta wanted, had wanted them all to starve and be on the brink of death just so their father would maybe attempt to do something. if it weren’t for feyre they would not be standing here right now, nesta wouldn’t have found her mate, and now she can’t imagine a world without him. she was thankful now for all feyre has done. 

     you would’ve gotten everything you deserved, nesta. though nesta wasn’t sure what she deserved, she was still working through that. telling herself that she does deserve to be happy, deserves to be loved and cared for. it would take a while, she supposed, to truly feel that way. “besides, i didn’t give up everything.” she was not entirely sure how to explain that part. “i still have – there’s something still left. something stopped it.” and by something she mean the mother, what was inside of her was the mother’s power now, she knew it. “i don’t know what it is, but i’m not completely powerless.” 

     there was a kernel of light inside her chest that had not yet gone out, could feel it glowing for days now. lifting a hand to her chest, she tilted her head down as if she could very well see that light. she did not understand that part either. it appeared there was still a lot of things about herself that she still did not understand. her head snapped up to look at feyre. “how could you say that? i owed you my life for everything you’ve done for elain and i. i was blind to it before, didn’t see that you truly love me. i never thought you did and believed you had every reason to not love me.” 

     if feyre wasn’t holding nys she would have taken her hands and squeezed them. instead she put a gentle hand to her cheek, just as her mother used to do with her, just as she does with elain. an affectionate smile bloomed on her face, “and it’s because we’re family that i didn’t do it because i felt as if i owed you, i want you to understand that. even when we argue and are awful to each other, we’ll always be a family. i’m sorry i made you feel as if you needed a new one because of how awful i was.” 

     her gaze looked down to the bundle in feyre’s arms, “i want to know him too. and for him to know that aunt nesta will decapitate anyone who tries to cause any harm to him.” there was a strong protectiveness now, stronger than what she felt for elain. her first thought went to tamlin, who was now a beast who roamed the spring court. if he were to even try to get near her nephew – the spring court would very well need a new high lord. 

[littlequeens]

starter for @stareternals​ from nesta

the silence is deafening. the world around them seems to have come to a halt. her back is razor straight, chin held up. nesta isn’t sure if she is breathing, the air around them suffocating her. lips part, but the words are trapped in her throat. her entire body seems frozen in the act, refusing to submit, as if letting these final walls down will shatter her into a million pieces that can never be put back together. she has to try. for feyre, her baby sister that risked everything for her and their family, she could try.

twin grey eyes close, chest rising with a deep inhale. nesta goes through her Mind Stilling, counting the seconds between breaths until her head goes quiet. content to let her speak what her heart has been roaring for her to say for months, years.  

the words barely more than a whisper as she meets her sisters gaze, ❛ I’m sorry. for all I said and did. I was–––– ❜        drowning. dying. she pauses. she cannot confess it all yet. when she is ready, she will tell feyre everything. but for now, she is ready to take this first step. ❛ lost. I am still working on finding my way back but I wanted to apologize for all I have done. all the pain I caused. ❜

[firehcart]

runs in and kissies and runs back out :3

drags back in for more kissies and snuggles bc a bitch is MISSED.

[silverflamcs]

swoops in to give you forehead kissies and a prompt ✨ “ i can’t do this without you. “

my favorite high lady 🥰

“we both know that isn’t true. you’ve already done so much without me.” a bit softly, almost guilty, she added, “for so long you were able to do many things without me.” steeling herself, nesta turned away and looked out the window. it was easier to have this conversation without looking at her sister. even though it was somewhat cowardly to do so. “you once asked me why i push everyone but elain away. it was because elain needed me and you never did. if i’m being honest, there was jealousy toward you as well.” her eyes close briefly as she recollects their childhood. “mother bred elain and i for high society. although she had different endgames for the two of us and taught us different tactics to use when navigating that world, the training was brutal. mother had the two of us to use for her ambitions so you were the lucky one who wasn’t in her grasp.” nesta didn’t want to go into detail, she especially didn’t want to mention their grandmother who made their mother look like a saint in comparison. “i’m sure growing up you had a different view on her ignoring you, but feyre i assure you, you were lucky.” at last nesta faced her sister. “you were free. that’s what i always wished to be. i couldn’t even play outside when i was child because that wasn’t very lady-like,” she scoffed. “growing up there were countless times you looked at me as if i was beneath you for wanting to marry a prince or a king. as if you were better because you weren’t in the position elain and i were in. is it truly surprising that elain and i were so close?" "you and i were pitted against each other from the start, we were horrible to each other even before mother passed. you never once looked to me as your big sister that you needed guidance from.” a heavy sigh escapes her and she takes feyre’s hand into her’s. “my point is, you didn’t need me back then, what’s so different now?”

[dovesdeath]

⚘  𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,  accepting.  ⦙   𝑄. ⍮     “  there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe.  ”   ..   @stareternals​.

the book in hand is what’s holding the seer’s attention,   so much so that she barely hears it when her sister speaks.   elain lifts her head in the direction of her voice,   dumbfounded for only a second or two,   until she closes the book in order to give the younger her undivided attention.   “  feyre  .  .  .   i know you mean well,   but i don’t need you to protect me anymore.  ”   the words sound a bit more harsh than she had intended them to,   so much so that she physically winces after she’s spoken them.

elain rises from her seat and pads across the room to stand before her sister   --   her hand lowers to grab ahold of hers,   clasping her fingers around the smooth skin.   “  you have had to protect and take care of me for so long,   and i just  .  .     you should not have had to in the first place.   but especially now ;   you are mated,   and a mother,   and  --   i should be the least of your concerns.   i know old habits are hard to break,   but just   .  .  .   please don’t waste your time worrying about me.  ”

[dovesdeath]

⚘  𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,  accepting.  ⦙   𝑄. ⍮     “  i’ve got you,   you’re safe.  ”   ..   @stareternals​.

death’s icy talons grip her,   pale and freckled skin marred with its bruises as it tears her to pieces underneath the surface of the water.   her desperate thrashing can only do so much against the dark as it surrounds her,   consumes her,   until it is all that runs through her very veins.   her blood pours from her limbs and is replaced with that deep and ancient magic.   her lungs burn with every desperate attempt to suck in air,   only met with water forcing its way down her throat instead.   SHE HAS BEEN HERE BEFORE.   and she returns to it every time she manages to fall asleep.   elain  .  .     it calls out to her,   deep and dark and daunting.   elain  .  .  .

‘  ELAIN !  ’   her sister shouts from above her,   hands clutching her shoulders as she shakes her awake.   the middle archeron bolts to sit upright,   shaking feyre’s grip from her as hands raise to wipe the beads of sweat that trail down her forehead.   elain struggles even to breathe,   the air rattling in her chest.   ‘  i’ve got you,   you’re safe.  ’   the words take a moment to sink in as she glances around at her surroundings,   chest still rapidly rising and falling.   a nightmare   --   the same one she has had for months now,   yet it still pulls the same reaction from her.   her cheeks flush.   she’s embarrassed.   this is the second time this week that feyre has had to wake her in the middle of the night.   “  i’m sorry for waking you,  ”   are the first words that leave her mouth,   albeit they’re hoarse,   wincing at the rawness in the back of her throat when she speaks.   she must have been yelling again.   “  can you light the fire?   the dark   --   it unsettles me.  ”

[hereticalsoulsarchive]

@stareternals ( cassian & feyre )

Feyre had been what they'd always needed in this place, life. Somehow in five hundred years together the brothers had grown - comfortable and perhaps a little stagnant. Mor and Amren never quite knocking through their thick skulls, but Feyre had changed all that. And she had made Rhys happy. And for that if nothing else, Cassian would forever be grateful - and adore her. Hes in her studio, hes knocked two canvasses over - upset a jar of solvent to clean the brushes... and since been instructed to sit still and hand her things when she asks. Hes happy to really, its a nice change from war - this quiet act of peace.

"That painting you gave me -- how do you do it? How do you know -- what the person you're giving it to needs to see?"