stone hearted.

through love, all is possible.

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hi!! muses from this blog have been moved to @godbanes. all plotting & threads will be continued on there !!    this blog will become an archive ! 

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hi!! muses from this blog have been moved to @godbanes. all plotting & threads will be continued on there !!    this blog will become an archive ! 

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hi!! muses from this blog have been moved to @godbanes. all plotting & threads will be continued on there !!    this blog will become an archive ! 

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hi!! muses from this blog have been moved to @godbanes. all plotting & threads will be continued on there !!    this blog will become an archive ! 

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hi!! muses from this blog have been moved to @godbanes. all plotting & threads will be continued on there !!    this blog will become an archive ! 

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stareternals​:

a sigh, head turning when cassian speaks. “ that bad ? “ feyre says, lips pulling into an sympathetic smile. her sister was a wildfire of emotions - sharpest out of all three sisters. what was she kidding, of course it was that bad. she probably hadn’t reacted kindly at all since they’d forced her to train with him. “ of course it was,” another sigh, “i’m sorry. “

“ do we argue? “ spoken dubiously, eyebrows raising, head shaking in disbelief, “ you act like you don’t hear us screaming at each other,” about nesta in particular, someone she always spoken in defense of. she was quick to shoot him down, had argued about the shield - but feyre hadn’t attempted to sway him when she realized he couldn’t be swayed - “ arguing is talking, cas. just louder, “ she points out, with another small smile, “ we definitely try to, but you know how insane he can get - sometimes there’s no talking without yelling at him.”

he grunts in response,   but the curl of the corners of his lips says that most of the anger and frustration has been washed away,    dealt with in the only way he could:    flying.     he’d flown above velaris,    then above ilyria,    then back to velaris before coming to the river house.      “  not your fault.    she’ll come around at some point.  ”

“   i know.    the shield says enough.   ”      he gestures vaguely towards feyre,   ever so careful of touching her.       “  yeah--   i know it’s talking but it’s not..  ”    the words evade him,   as always.     hell of a courtier he is,    unable to use words to explain something as basic as frustration.     cassian sighs.      “  it’s almost as if she enjoys making the people around her feel terrible.  ”     how many times had nesta thrown horrible remarks at him and how many times did cassian have to hold himself back from reacting?      “  she doesn’t want to talk about anything.     i suppose arguments is not the proper way to explain my conversations with nesta.  ”

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wistcrias​:

         𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐞𝐝, and in doing so, so has she, though ambrosia hadn’t realized she was frozen to begin with. but like spring does to the coldest winter blooms, she has unfurled, slowly, and now, still blossoming, smiles tentatively at her high lord. her own books sits in her lap, its gilded edges sharp against her fingertips. ❝ believe it or not, even in your… worst moods… I have dealt with worse. you showed me a kindness, even if it meant nothing to you at the time, when others had turned me away again and again. perhaps… I felt indebted. or like I had no other choice. but… ❞ her gaze falls, hesitant in a sudden. ❝ I think I mostly didn’t want to leave. ❞

she’d begun working on the demolished rooms a week after her stay, finding purpose in her reprieve at the spring court. in her exploration of the grounds and the rooms, part of the court had begun to feel like something of a safe space, if not a home. ❝ and honestly, my lord, you were under no obligation to be a good host –– you gave me all I needed. and I haven’t forgotten it yet. ❞ 

dealt with worse,    the words linger in his mind and they make him wonder of the horrors that ambrosia herself had witnessed from her mother and her minions.    tamlin cannot imagine that being raised by a self-proclaimed queen with a superiority issue can be easy;    especially when that queen barely uttered a word about her daughter.     he listens carefully,   head now tilted in her direction as if the rest of the world had become invisible and ambrosia was the only person worth focusing on.     the thought is silenced quickly   --   he should not allow himself to think or feel such things.       “  for what it’s worth,   i’m glad you stayed.  ”    there is an honest look in the green of his eyes.    despite the shadow beneath them signaling lack of sleep,    there is also a flicker of light.     “  it gets painfully lonely here nowadays.  ”

a good host,    she calls him,    yet tamlin can remember disregarding her for the first weeks that she stayed at rosehall,    responding in grunts and narrowed eyes to most of her questions.    do what you want,    he’d often say and meant it.       “  please,    just use my name.  ”      i’m barely a high lord anymore  remains unsaid.      “  you are now the closest person in my life.     there’s no need for formalities.  ”      a tentative smile spreads on his lips.        “  thank you for staying,   ambrosia.     i’ll try to be an even better host.  ”

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annoying that random blogs are liking my starters pls stop

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@wistcrias​    /   cassian & nesta

“   does it get exhausting,   ”      cassian starts,   knowingly setting out the battlefield,      “  spewing venom every second of your day?   ”      his arrogant grin is fueled only by the alcohol he’s been consuming as part of the small party rhysand and feyre organised.    there will be more to be had after this conversation was over,    and even more when the party would end.     the alcohol would numb the blows that nesta’s words would no doubt land.     the trick is that it will also make him think louder,   make him boil until he breaks under his   self-induced misery.      in truth,    cassian hadn’t wanted to see nesta at all.    not after the fiasco that had been the winter solstice.     he’d laid his heart bare for her to eat it up and spit it right out.      “  another glass?   ”      cassian asks casually,    as if he did not just bait her with the promise of an argument.

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@goldenreign​   /  tarquin & cleo

the morning light reached him first and forced him out of his dreams,    then cleo’s scent beside him made him open his eyes.     tarquin needs to remind himself that this is not another dream or an out of reach fantasy.    he is laying in bed with cleo and the memories of last night are real.    a sleepy smile finds its way on his lips and he reaches out for her,   hand resting gingerly on her back and feeling the warmth of her skin.    he traces patterns on it,    fingers dipping carefully beneath the blanket and continuing his mapping of her skin until cleo stirs.    the smile widens and tarquin brings himself closer.

“  good morning,  ”     he says quietly,    voice wrapped in velvet and tenderness.    a kiss is pressed to cleo’s shoulder as he shifts,   arm wrapping around her.     “  let’s get up and go for a swim.  ”

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it’s okay if you don’t like tamlin bc i don’t follow canon, in this house we ignore canon x

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@wistcrias​    /   tamlin & ambrosia

as always,     spring blooms around them.     there is something different about the court,    about how he sees it.      a few months ago the beauty and sunlight had felt mocking and terrorising,    always reminding him of his own ugliness   --   that of the beast that he is,    that of what he had done to feyre,   to lucien,    to innocent people.     the stone around his heart is gone,   yet tamlin found it tied in a chain with spikes and poison.     each prick was a reminder of his sins.

ambrosia was not a punishment,   though.    he’d thought her to be one,   specifically because of who her mother had been,    specifically because she showed up when tamlin had been at his worst.    like him,    she’d thought the silence and the poor treatment had been deserved.    would it be too late to apologise now?    he pondered,    eyes skimming over the words of the book he’s been attempting to read for an hour now.    it’s a book he used to read when he was a boy,   yet now he found that he no longer felt the wonder that it used to bring him.    he sets it down beside him and turns to look at ambrosia.       “  i never asked you before,  ”     he begins slowly,    resting his head against the trunk of the tree behind him.      “  you stayed even though i was not...   the best host.   why?  ”    

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@stareternals​    /    cassian & feyre

“   ---she’s a headache,   ”     he exhales as though he’s been holding his breath this whole time,    from the house of wind to the river house.     there many thoughts fighting in his mind and cassian finds himself unable to focus on one at a time.     he’s fought in wars,   handled soldiers with fire in their words,    put illyrians in their place and fought monsters more terrifying than one can imagine;   yet nesta was a challenge.    not only because every step forward was threatened by a step back,   but because of whatever lingered between them.    cassian acknowledged it sometimes,   let himself dream of it,    then realised happiness is out of reach for both of them.    nesta is plagued by her own fears,   whilst he is hoping for a mate,   someone to stick by his side through thick and thin.    mother knows how rare that is.

“  do you two argue?   ”     it seems impossible to even imagine feyre and rhysand at each other’s throats like nesta and cassian sometimes are.    everyone hates you,    he’d said that night.    though they’d both apologised he still felt riddled with guilt.      “  no,   that’s stupid.    you probably talk like normal people and whatnot.  ”

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very very tentative starter call.   please mention a muse!    & length will differ.