#tamre

[cereracha]

no one has ever nor will ever need to crack tamsy the way I do

[a-court-of-quotes-and-dreams]

This is my home, and the court beneath it is my … occupation, as you mortals call it. I do not like for the two to overlap very often.

Rhysand, A Court of Mist and Fury

[cereracha]

tamsytamsytamsy

[a-court-of-quotes-and-dreams]

‘Tamlin won’t allow it.’ 'Tamlin isn’t your keeper, and you know it.’ 'I’m his subject, and he is my High Lord—’ 'You are no one’s subject ’

Feyre Archeron and Rhysand, A Court of Mist and Fury

[a-court-of-quotes-and-dreams]

‘Likewise.’ He stalked a few steps away. 'You think I enjoy being awoken every night by visions of you puking? You send everything right down that bond, and I don’t appreciate having a front-row seat when I’m trying to sleep.’ 'Prick.’

[a-court-of-quotes-and-dreams]

'You’re welcome, you know' 'For what?' Rhys paused less than a foot away, sliding his hands into his pockets. The night didn’t seem to ripple from him here—and he appeared, despite his perfection, almost normal. 'For saving you when asked' I stiffened. 'I didn’t ask for anything' His stare dipped to my left hand. Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off the glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until he’d gotten both gloves off. 'I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no' 'I didn’t say anything' He turned my bare hand over, his hold tightening as he examined the eye he’d tattooed. He tapped the pupil. Once. Twice. 'I heard it loud and clear' I wrenched my hand away. 'Take me back. Now. I didn’t want to be stolen away'

Feyre and Rhysand, A Court of Mist and Fury