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THAT'S IT!
Friendly reminder that Gwyn gave Azriel an out. He didn't take it.
He could have said "Happy Solstice" back to her and bam, the chapter would have ended there. But no, he decided to stay and banter with her.
And another friendly reminder that Gwyn only said that because she knew Azriel well enough to assume that he wanted to be alone. She didn't mind (HER WORDS) sharing the space with him.
Contrast this to:
Nobody gave Azriel an out. He chose to make one himself (by drawing sticks with Cassian). If Elain was really his mate (and I'm not buying this at all lol), wouldn't he be subconsciously drawn to her and want to spend more time with her? Like... how Azriel "found himself at the library beneath the House of Wind" when he originally intended to go to the Market Square, just to give Gwyn a necklace that made him "consciously eras[e] the slight smile it brought to his face" at the thought of how "Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace"?
Throw in the fact that during his bonus scene he had just recently met Gwyn again after two years and didn't consider her a friend yet (implied with "but"), and he still didn't mind being in her presence. That was also after Rhys tore into him for lusting after Elain, and he was in a piss-poor mood. But his encounter with Gwyn managed to calm him down. She put him in a better mood.
I don't see how anyone can walk away from ACOSF and Azriel's bonus chapter without coming to the conclusion that Gwynriel is endgame. I genuinely don't. The ending of the chapter seemed to seal Elriel's fate in dust and cobwebs -- at least for me. He started the chapter thinking of Elain, and ended it thinking of Gwyn. Even without the bonus chapter, ACOSF had enough Gwynriel moments that I still shipped them before reading Azriel's bonus chapter.
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LOVED IT!!
Constellations a Million Years Away Ch. 1
For centuries, Cassian believed that his mother died in that terrible village in the mountains of Illyria. However, when a boy that looks oddly similar to him gets thrown through a portal into the House of Wind, it starts a family reunion that Cassian could never have seen coming.
As Cassian and Nesta as well as their family and friends race around Prythian to find Cassian’s newly arrived family members, they also prepare for the person who has been sending back across worlds: Jadzia, the mother of Koschei, Stryga, and the Bone Carver.
Link to Ao3
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This story takes place about five years after the events of ACOSF, making Nyx around five years old. In this particular fic, he’s the only Inner Circle kid so far. Gwyn and Az are mates, and Lucien and Elain are together and mostly hanging out in Day Court and traveling because yeeeeeesssss, adventure on, good sunflower ship. Also, Koschei has been defeated, which is going to be a problem in and of itself in this fic. WHOOPS. Hehehe…
There's a tiny flare of Dungeons and Dragons here, but you really don't have to know anything about it to understand. No worries!
Also, I haven’t read HOFAS yet soooo I’m just going to sort of ignore the crossover.
Story will update randomly, I am the worst at update schedules…
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It had been a normal, simple breakfast at the House of Wind. At least until the far wall ripped open in a blaze of blue-white light and someone came barreling out of that crackling tear in a whirlwind of leathery wings and punches.
Cassian jumped up, Siphons blazing, as the figure crashed into the table. Dishes and plates flew, utensils scattered. The centerpiece of spring flowers exploded into shards of painted porcelain and decimated petals. Nesta threw herself out of her chair and shoved into Cassian as he leveled a hand at the person who tumbled off the table. The shove didn’t move him an inch, but it did make him listen even as the Siphon on the back of his hand blazed.
“Cassian, don’t,” Nesta said as he realized what she had already figured out.
Continued on Ao3…
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Elorcan oneshot: Vernon
Yup, I did it again: wrote another scene, filling the holes in elorcan story haha this scene was based in the though: what was Lorcan reaction when he first discovered Vernon had been caught? Hope you enjoy!
“Is Vernon Lochan here?”
“Yes”
“Elide´s uncle? The one who did…you know, everything?” Fenrys asked again, following his queen through the opening of the cavernous rock.
“Yes and yes. Hiding right here, in the Northern Fang, and pretending to be a wyvern trainer. But we caught him”
“And why is he here?” Fenrys asked.
“Don´t know yet. Right here”
Turning a corner, they found a dark and long corridor, the horrible smell of valg and cruelty still strong. Rowan was there, standing against a wall, waiting for them.
“He's in there” Prince Rowan began, pointing to a door “Well restrained. Trying to pretend he isn't afraid. We need to move carefully. He's clever, but far away from invincible, and taking information of the second-in-hand may give us a tremendous advantage against Erawan, mainly in this point of war”
“Everything counts” Fenrys noded “But does…who already knows he's here?”
“We three, but I asked the trainee to call Gavriel too, and then we can think about when and how to tell Elide and…” The queen answered, but never finished her phrase.
The world went quiet.
Absolutely quiet. Something was wrong.
The hair in Aelin's neck rose.
"What's this?" She asked sharply. Vernon was well restrained, and he didn't have any magic power, not that she knew. But all this time being the second-in-hand for Erawan...
Both Rowan and Fenrys tensed, and she knew they were using their magic senses, trying to understand what had happened. This quietness, this cold air, the feeling that something horrible is getting near by the second...Aelin realized, a bit too late, where this must be coming from. Who this must be coming from. Of course the news would spread like fire, and of course, of course he would come. Vernon was a Elide's matter. And all this, it was the premise of death.
"Lorcan" Rowan and Fenrys said at the same time.
They moved fast, tracking from where Lorcan was coming. Tracking how they would stop him.
A door in the right side of the corridor opened, just a bit. And Aelin realized that, all this time, she was underestimating Lorcan.
He was the deathless person in a battlefield, she knew already. From what she heard and what she saw. Brute force and energy perhaps had never been seen on this earth before him. But the power she felt passing for the door while he entered the room...
It was suffocating.
Invisible, but almost palpable. A presence engulfing you whole. All your fears coming true at once. The desperate sensation that you need to run away.
Life slowly succumbing to death.
Lorcan lifted his head slowly, and looked at the three members of his new court. Every movement was slow, like he was frozen with rage, his depthless eyes like frigid pools of night.
"I've heard some interesting news in the camp" he said quietly, and the hair in Aelin's neck rose once again when his eyes settled on her."Is it true?"
"Lorcan..." Rowan began, getting between Aelin and the Hellas´ blessed warrior, Lorcan´s attention on him.
“Is Vernon Lochan here?” Lorcan said, and his words were pronounced so low Aelin barely listened to them.
In that moment, with almost nothing human in his stare, Lorcan could be Hellas itself, and when he gave a step closer to Rowan, and closer to the door of the room where Vernon was locked, the queen of Terrasen refrained herself from giving a step away. She needed to put some sense into his mind, because even with the blood oath…all that rage, free, would be a problem.
“Yes, and I know…” Rowan began again, but stopped when Lorcan gave another step closer, and smiled. A smile that promised suffering.
“Good. I have some things to settle with him”
“Elide may want to see him, Lorcan” Fenrys interfered, approaching the two males.
“Elide won't come anywhere near him.”
“It's her decision, Lorcan. Hers alone”
“She already decided, months ago. She decided he deserved to die. She decided I´d kill him. Is he in there?” He pointed to the door.
“We need to think about all the possibilities, starting with torturing him for information, mainly if he was in Morath.” Rowan started again, talking fast. “ I know this is personal for you, I know, but we need to consider the war we are into. You know better than anyone here how it works. You said it to me yourself in Doranelle. Everyone will deal with the consequences of doing something without planning well…”
“You can't compare. And I know very well the war we are fighting. I can torture him. I can take all the information he knows since the day he was born. I will. But this will be between Vernon and me, and no one else. And I´ll take a long while doing it.”
“You are not thinking rationally, Lorcan, and we need to call Elide here and decide together what happens with him and how to do it…” Aelin began
“Neither of your plans will take that kill from me, Aelin. No one will”
“You are barely thinking straight” Rowan put a hand on his sword. “And that's why I can't let you pass.”
Aelin felt the dark sensation getting stronger. She felt the necessity of running away. She saw Lorcan starting to shake out of rage.
But instead of the explosion Aelin was waiting for, he just took a small step, closer to his centuries-long companion.
“Did I stand between you and Cairn?” Lorcan asked, and utter silence answered him. Rowan and Aelin paled alike.
“It could be useful to torture him for information too, but did I try to convince you of that? Did I try to take that kill out of you?” He gave another step closer, and now he and Rowan´s noses were almost touching “You needed to pay back what your mate had suffered in his hands, and I understood. I stood there with you. I had your back. And now you are blocking my way?”
“Lorcan, we know…” Fenrys tried again.
“You know shit. You saw nothing. And that's why I didn't already kill you all to get to that door. None of you know Elide like I do, none of you saw what I saw…
“She's my friend, and I want revenge as much as you do…” Aelin started again, voice breaking
“YOU HAVE NO IDEA '' Aelin stopped right away, and Fenrys realized, later, that he had seen two things for the first time in his life: Lorcan shouting, and someone shutting Aelin´s mouth “And I hope, my queen, that you never in your life experience the complete desperation Elide feels when he's around, when she as much as thinks about him. I am no saint, but for what this man did to my Elide, the deserves to die the cruelest of the deaths a thousand and one times'' Flushed by rage, his dark eyes slided to Rowan again “He has been planning against her since the day she was born, Rowan. Everything he does, his very existence, has been the major risk for Elide´s life forever. I had your back because I knew exactly what you felt, like you know what I feel right now. Answer me: am I wrong?”
Rowan was still pale, and still silent. He didn't say anything, but there was no need for words, for there were a lot of emotions in his eyes. He faced Lorcan Salvaterre, flushed from rage, breathing heavily, and saw that the frigids nights of his eyes were replaced by an emotion that burned like the fires of an autumn solstice. So many autumn solstice fires they had seen together. Not him, nor the male in front of him, but the people they were, before everything. Before Terrasen. Rowan knew he had become a very different male, but now he and Lorcan faced each other, and he saw the same transformation in this companion. He saw a male who could even stop being a companion and start being a friend. He saw a male that was willing to do anything to protect a family destiny had guided him to find.
Rowan faced Lorcan, and understood. Understood what Lorcan was trying to say. He knew exactly what Lorcan was feeling, because the bond that guided them was the same. Even if Lorcan didn´t know that already.
A mating bond.
He took the hand away from his dagger.
“It's your right” And as Fenrys began protesting, he said “For what he did to Elide, he deserves to pay. Deserves to fall for Lorcan´s hand”
Lorcan faced him silently for a moment, then gave a curt nod and started walking again. Took a small piece of leather and tied his hair. His hand went to take one of the knives at his side. The other touched the knob of the door.
“All of this” he said, and looked at all the others again “It's not only about Elide. He deserves to pay for Kaltain too”
He opened it.
And Vernon Lochan was there. Tied and gagged. Paled and horrendous.
Lorcan wasted some moments just staring at him. This piece of shit of a person. Unworthy to be a Lochan. And as Vernon stared back, and started to shake after seing Lorcan´s expression, he remembered everything Elide had told him. Everything this shaking coward was capable of doing when there was power in his hands, and no one to stand against his wishes.
Elide never left his mind, but in that moment he remembered Cal and Marion Lochan. Members of a family he needed to honor. Members of a family he so much wished to call his own.
Remembered Kaltain, too. Who had suffered unspeakable things, but had had courage enough, in the end, to fall like the greatest warrior and save everything for him.
He approached Vernon with slow steps, and bent down, until they were face to face
“Hello, you.”
And punched him.
But instead of continuing what he had spent so much time planning to do, he went to the door again. Got out and locked Vernon inside.
“Call her. My right to do, but hers to decide. Call Elide”
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No but, are you seriously telling me that you don't think Gwyneth 'See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger,' Berdara and Azriel 'Attention fixed on the young priestess, admiration and quiet encouragement shining from his face,' Shadowsinger aren't in that training ring every night working off their insomnia through bantering and competing voraciously with each other until the point where they find solace in each others company as good friends and meeting in secret becomes a silently revered habit?
Because be fucking for real right now.
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An average morning in the House of Wind:
Azriel: *Enters the dining room*
Gwyn, Emerie, and Nesta: *Abruptly stop their conversation*
Azriel: *Turns and walks right back out*
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The "What makes you so special?" "Nothing. I'm just a kid from Brooklyn" exchange is one of the many best moments of the first Captain America movie, because it shows explicitly that the main thing that separates a hero from a villain is humility.
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Gwyn in the Library after finding out Azriel gave her a regifted necklace
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In Search of Cassian
Summary: Whereby Nesta combs the Night Court searching for Cassian with Rhys in tow. Set 10 years after ACOSF. Fluffy oneshot.
A/N: Based on the prompt from @acourtofwhatthefuck “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
I wanted to give it a completely different vibe and context from the original scene in the book. I hope I managed it. Enjoy!
Read on AO3
I am the rock against which the surf crashes.
With her eyes closed, Nesta inhales and exhales deeply, focusing on the one thought. She does a mental scan of her external surroundings, acknowledging the distant chirps of birds flying overhead and the gentle breeze caressing her skin. She acknowledges and lets them go. Turning inward, she starts her scan from the top, relaxing the slight tension in her jaw and shoulders. She moves downwards to her core where she feels the shallow pool of silver fire linger. She pauses her scan halfway, sensing the imperceptible difference. She isolates and focuses on it.
I am the rock against which the surf crashes.
She acknowledges and lets it go for the rest of her exercise.
Having completed her daily mind-stilling exercise, Nesta opens her eyes to the panoramic view of Velaris from the balcony of the House of Wind. She exhales and hoists herself off the floor. She needs to find Cassian.
She winnows to the training ring above the House where the females were training under Illana's watchful eyes, who nodded to her in deference. The Valkyries have come a long way in the ten years since Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie first sliced through the ribbon. Under Nesta's command, the Valkyries and the female Illyrian units charged alongside the Darkbringers and the main Illyrian force against the mortal queens and Koschei's forces. They came out bloodied and battered but victorious. Proving to the misogynistic males once and for all, the lethal warriors that they are.
Nesta overlooks the training for a good hour, giving pointers on their forms and techniques before bidding Illana good bye. Next, she winnows to the River House and almost instantly runs into Rhys. Rhys's nostrils flare slightly when he sees her but quickly schools his facial expression to an indifferent one.
"Nesta." He greets. Not one for small talk, she cuts to the chase,"Have you seen Cassian?"
"He came by this morning to drop off the reports on last week's security incident at the Day Court borders and left. He mentioned heading to Windhaven for routine checks." His face morphs into one of concern, "Is everything ok?"
"Fine." Nesta replies curtly, she bites back a sigh. "Guess I'm off to Windhaven then."
Rhys follows her, "I'll winnow you."
Having finally picked up the skill herself a while back, Nesta raises an arched brow. "I'm perfectly capable of going myself."
Rhys shrugs noncommittally, “My paperwork can wait an hour.” Nesta narrows her eyes but says nothing. She takes the arm Rhys offers and the duo blink out of the River House.
Nesta and Rhys walk towards Devlon who promptly cuts them off before a single word is out, “What are you doing here?”
“Is Cassian here?” Nesta asks in return.
"There have been reports of beast attacks in the Steppes. The Bast-“ Devlon pauses and corrects himself at the frosty glare Nesta sends his way, “The General went to check it out.”
Nesta levels an even stare at him until the war lord looks away in discomfort. She smirks, “Thanks.”
Devlon’s jaw ticks in annoyance and he spits out, “Witch.”
Nesta bares a white grin and croons, “Lieutenant General Witch.” Without saying another word, she turns around and walks away, Rhys following close behind. Once out of the war lord’s earshot, Nesta demands “Are you intending to follow me around all day?”
Rhys shoots her an amused look, “Am I not allowed to enjoy spending time with my sister?”
Nesta narrows her eyes suspiciously, “What are you up to?”
“Nothing.” He says innocently, hands raised in surrender.
She shoves down a rude remark and asks instead, “Are we winnowing to the Steppes?” Rhys offers his arm in response. Once again, the duo vanishes out of sight and appears in the Illyrian Steppes. Nesta calls forth her magic and Ataraxia appears, clipped to the belt of her leathers.
The pair walks in comfortable silence for about half an hour when Nesta pipes up, “You’re awfully quiet for someone who wanted to spend time.”
The edges of Rhys’s mouth twitch. He drawls, “And how are you, dear sister?”
Nesta snorts. “I’m fi-” She stops as a sudden bout of dizziness hits her and sends her head spinning. She sways and is instantly supported by strong hands holding her upright. Rhys says gently, “Maybe we should just head back first. Cassian is bound to show back up by nightfall.”
She frowns, “I don’t want to wait until tonight.”
Rhys registers the familiar stubborn look he is so used to seeing in another pair of blue-gray eyes and sighs in resignation, “Let’s at least take a break.”
Nesta nods and promptly sets her ass on the ground. Rhys chuckles and settles next to her. He summons a flask and passes it to her. She takes it and nods in thanks before opening the flask, taking a long swig from it.
She blinks in surprise, not expecting the thick viscosity of the smoothie. “Do you usually make it a habit to have smoothies on hand?”
“Nyx loves them.” He shrugs.
“Better?” He asks after Nesta hands the empty flask back to him. She wordlessly nods but does not move from her spot, content to sit for a while more.
“Does it still scare you?” She asks softly. She offers no other explanation, knowing in her gut that he knows what she was asking.
“Yes, everyday” He admits, “It is so much worse now that he can winnow to wherever he wishes without me or Feyre.”
Nesta ponders the words quietly, unconsciously raising her arms to hug her abdomen. “How do you manage it?”
“By trusting Feyre or whoever is watching him to keep him safe. To trust that even at his age, he can defend himself." He says softly. "And to make it known the hell I'll bring to whoever who dares to harm him."
Nesta promises, "And I'll be right there with you." She smiles as she stands up.
After a little more walking, they stumbled upon a clearing with a mangled corpse of a winged beast. The pungent smell of blood and the beginnings of rot staining the air but beneath it was the unmistakable trace of Cassian's scent.
"Well, there's Cassian." Rhys remarks unhelpfully. Nesta shoots him a dirty look and groans in response, "But that also means he has left."
A loud screech suddenly interrupts them as a similar flying monstrosity which lies on the ground lunges for them from the sky. Nesta unsheathes her sword to strike but suddenly finds herself behind Rhys who raises a shield around them. Nesta bristles at the obstruction but has no time to rebut when the beast seemingly winnows out of sight and appears in front of her, talons striking out.
Nesta blocks with her sword and strikes back with her Made dagger that appears in her left hand but barely misses the beast. She swears when the beasts winnows towards Rhys who quickly dodges its attack and slices its leg. The creature screeches in pain but is undeterred.
"Nesta!" Rhys warns.
"I got it." She grounds out and is prepared the next time the beast winnows in front of her. She swings her sword, landing a shallow gash on the beast's chest. The beast once again shrieks in pain as it once again tries to winnow and fails. Its ability rendered useless by Ataraxia. Nesta's next blow cleanly removes the head from its body.
Nesta lets go of the sword and it vanishes before it hits the ground. She pants, feeling faint. Rhys is immediately next to her, his arm slightly supporting her back.
"C'mon. We should head back." He mutters. He snaps his fingers and the two corpses disappear. Nesta grimaces at her bloodied leathers and agrees. They winnow to the roof of the House of Wind. Nesta tilts her chin downwards in thanks and starts to make her way to her bedroom to wash up when Rhys offers, “Azriel is in Hewn City today. I could pop in to check with him if he knows where Cassian is.”
Nesta nocks her head sideways slightly in contemplation and concurs, her voice tinged with tiredness, “That would be helpful, thanks.”
Nesta pads her way out to the living room after her bath and asks for some soup and bread from the House. She does not think she can stomach anything heavier than that right now. Sending a grateful thanks to the house, she digs into the soup and is halfway through her lunch when Rhys enters the room.
“Lunch?” She offers and instantly, plates of stir fried vegetables and meat appear on the table. He sits down at the seat across her and helps himself to a serving.
“Cassian is in the library.” He informs her.
“Here?”
He nods, “He is researching the creature we encountered in the Steppes earlier. Its winnowing ability is…”
“Troubling” She finishes. He nods in agreement.
“Yeah, it is but that is a problem we can deal with later.” He reassures her. “I have told him we are up here so he should be back soon.”
Nesta swallows thickly, “Thank you. I know I gave you a rough time about it but I really appreciated the company.” She paused, “and the glamour.”
Rhys smiles softly, “Anytime, Nesta and congratulations. I am really, really happy for the both of you.”
The golden thread in Nesta’s chest brightens and warms just as they were done eating. Cassian bursts into the room and immediately rushes towards Nesta. “Are you alright?” He demands, scanning her for injuries.
“I’m fine. Rhys and I took care of it.” She quickly reassures him but lets him fuss all the same. Once satisfied that his mate is unharmed, Cassian turns to his High Lord to thank him but Rhys simply shrugs him off and quickly makes himself scarce. Nesta shoots him another appreciative glance before he leaves.
Nesta ushers Cassian to the sofa, her nerves building up. Cassian frowns at the apprehensiveness of his wife, “Sweetheart, is everything alright?” Lines of concern on his face deepens when Nesta says nothing. He cradles her face in his hands to look into her eyes and asks tenderly, “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”
To her mortification, she feels the tears well up in her eyes at the tender tone as the morning catches up with her. She frantically raises her hands to wipe away the tears but Cassian is one step ahead of her, pressing gentle kisses to her cheeks. He engulfs her in a tight hug, burying her face into his chest while pressing his face into her hair. “Whatever it is, it’ll be ok.”
Nesta breathes in the comforting scent of smoke and petrichor, of Cassian. The bond between them hums happily even as Nesta feels the worry from his end. She takes in another deep breath of her husband and looks up. "I-I've been looking for you all morning. I have something to tell you." She announces, somewhat lamely.
Cassian waits patiently for her to continue, giving her time to gather her thoughts. Deciding to just let Cassian find out for himself, she removes the glamour Rhys placed on her earlier and waits.
Cassian's nostrils flare almost immediately. Nesta watches as the emotions flit through his eyes.
Worry. Apprehension. Realisation. Joy. Utter and complete joy and happiness.
Silver lines his waterline. "Are you?" He breathes, "You are…"
"Pregnant" Nesta finishes the sentence, her voice full of emotion. Cassian sweeps her into another huge hug.
"My perfect mate, wife, love of my life." He sighs and presses kitten kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, her neck. "Mother of my child."
"You're happy?" Nesta asks, knowing in her heart that it was rhetorical but feeling the need to do so anyway.
"Yes. Completely. Absolutely. Totally. Impossibly." He accentuates every word with a kiss. "You make me so happy. Our child will make me so happy."
Nesta breaks out a watery smile. "You make me very happy too."
"Well then." He announced. "It just seems like we will just all have to be very happy together."
It seems like they will be very happy together indeed.
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Elorcan Week 2023 is Coming!!!
Calling all Elorcan lovers, fans, artist, authors, and commissioners! Elorcan Week 2023 will take place July 23-29!
See the prompts here (or see the pinned post) and start planning!
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Gwyn: I dare you-
Azriel: Cassian is not allowed to accept dares anymore.
Gwyn: Why not?
Cassian: “I have no regard for my own or others’ personal safety”, as some would say.
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i enjoy the simple things in life like sleeping, daydreaming, ignoring reality, listening to music, being delusional, recklessly spending my cash, being a disappointment to my family and eating fruits
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𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 + 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏
I’m really excited to share this short Elucien comic. This amazing comic art was done by the very talented @artcraawl
I really wanted an Elucien comic that brought all the emotional push-&-pull and tension that I felt between these two characters in the books. @artcraawl killed it of course. She really brought these two characters to life!
I know the ship-wars are chaotic right now but please keep the comments respectful.
Artist: @artcraawl ❤️
Link to Instagram post
All characters belong to Sarah J Maas
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I hope we see Nesta, Elain, and Feyre do some sisterly bonding and healing in the next books. They're all quite different from each other but their hobbies are perfect for them to share together:
Nesta gives them dance lessons! (They use the shiny magic iPod that Cassian got her for Solstice, and Feyre starts a huge leg warmers trend in Velaris)
Elain shares her favourite recipes with them! (It's mostly Elain explaining a new technique she discovered while Feyre and Nesta monch all the batches to "taste test")
Feyre teaches them how to paint! (It's a handy way to get Nyx's nursery decorated too! They'll make a huge mess and have Rhys clean up)
I know I’m super corny but what is tumblr if not a corny safe space?
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the contrast between lucien living on without harrassing graysen because he must recognise there are things far more important than him and elain, and azriel being okay with the possibility of a blood duel even though it would put his court at a huge disadvantage and possibly cause elain further trauma from a severed bond says it all.
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