— Queen of Shadows ending incorrect quotes —
Aelin: Everyone calm down, Dorian & I barely fought. Besides… The Healer said all my bleeding was internal. That's where the blood is supposed to be.
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— Queen of Shadows ending incorrect quotes —
Aelin: Everyone calm down, Dorian & I barely fought. Besides… The Healer said all my bleeding was internal. That's where the blood is supposed to be.
Queen of Shadows tearing my fucking heart out over and over again.
And since this isn’t all one-sided…
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In the hopes I’ll get motivated to work more on my manorian fic, and after seeing others here rereading tog, I’m doing a selective reread. Selective = Manon and Dorian chapters from QoS on 😁🗑
I think people are quick to forget how alone Dorian felt. Even before this, he seemed to use his sexual relationships with women (and probably men) to fill a void in his life. His father abused him, his mother only cared about finding him a queen. His best friend was in hiding at this point of the book. Aelin was across the world as far as he knew. Sorscha was dead.
It’s no wonder the valg was able to take him over by using all of his worst memories and self doubt against him.
So yeah. This lil nugget here just broke my heart.
Remember how Dorian hated violence?
How the sight of blood could make him sick?
How he now has to live with not only what he did when he was collared but also this…
Valg Dorian could rail me yk...
Dorian in general actually.
it was ancient, and cruel, and paced in the shadows, leashing his mind. It was not of this world, and it had been brought here to fill him with its primordial cold. some invisible barrier still separated them, but the wall crumbled a little more every time the thing stalked along its length, testing its strength.