I’m posting this a little earlier than I normally would in honor of @simpingfornestaarcheron’s birthday 🥳🥳 love you and hope you have an amazing day, babe! ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Emerie scoffed. “Who cares about him killing humans? They’re easily replaceable. You’re not.”
“It’s the principle of the thing,” Nesta said. She agreed with Emerie that humans were incredibly breakable and were far too annoying for their own good, but she made a point to leave as little bodies behind as possible. She knew what it felt like to die by a vampire’s hand, and it wasn’t an experience she wanted to give someone else.
“Why don’t we just kill him?” Gwyn suggested brightly. “We could definitely take him.”
“That's the best idea you’ve had all day,” Emerie said. “What do you think, Nesta?”
happy Wednesday everyone! it's nice and warm near me so if the weather is nice for you too, I hope you're enjoying some sunshine<3
chapter five is all set to post on Saturday, and we're going to have a split Cassian/Nesta POV in this one (along with chapters six and seven). I can't wait to bring you all this one -- I think this chapter is my favorite other than the last one hehe ;)
read chapters one through four on ao3 here!
Nesta hated that she didn’t know quite what to say in that moment – she’d never been the person with all the right words. Instead, she hesitantly moved the hand she had on his lower back and wrapped it around him, leaning her head on his shoulder to let him know that she was here for him. She knew she was playing a dangerous game with her self-control, but comforting him was much more important than her feelings right now.
Cassian surprised her by leaning into her embrace, wrapping a huge arm around her back and pulling her close enough to lean his head on top of hers. They remained like that for a few minutes, Nesta listening to the sound of his heart as if it were a lullaby, his breathing eventually slowing the longer they relaxed against one another.
She could tell something changed when his heart started beating slightly faster and he started breathing a little quicker, like he was steeling himself to do something. Her silent question was answered as he slowly started rubbing circles into her back.
“Nesta,” he whispered, shifting so he had enough space to look at her. God, even the way he said her name did things to her, caressing each syllable like she wished he would do to her skin. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking about him like that when he was worried sick about his brothers, but it wasn’t her fault when he was looking at her like that.
“Cassian,” she replied just as quietly. She didn’t move as he leaned in and touched his forehead to hers, her eyes fluttering closed as he gently pressed his lips to hers.
happy hump day, everyone! I hope your weeks have all been going well <3 this chapter is one of my favorites so far and I hope you enjoy this snippet! update coming Saturday as usual.
read chapters one through three on ao3 here :-)
With her hand on his neck, Nesta could feel Cassian’s heart pounding, could hear his labored breathing. His throat was completely exposed to her like this and she was far too close to him. What was normally easy enough for her to ignore was suddenly overwhelming and she forced herself to drop down to the ground and walk away. “Give me a second.”
“You alright?” he asked, his voice rising in concern. She made herself turn away altogether, knowing that if she kept looking at him, she’d do something equal parts dangerous and idiotic. Taste him. Taste him. Taste him.
Instead, she nodded jerkily and forced herself not to breathe so she wouldn’t get another whiff of his scent. If she thought he smelled good before, he was almost irresistible to her now. He took looking good enough to eat to a brand-new level. One half of her was screaming to sink her teeth into his neck and never stop while the other, more rational half knew she should get away from him while she still could.
It certainly didn’t help that she hungered for him in more ways than one, whatever she told everyone else aside. He looked absolutely delicious covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his muscles gleaming in the moonlight like he was some kind of god. Just watching his chest rise and fall as he breathed made her mouth water. Was it really possible for someone to have so many abs?
