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I see you
He looked like the embodiment of elegance and royalty in colors that had always been associated with power. He was so handsome that she would confidently call him more beautiful than Rhys. More mature, looking like someone in his late thirties, and definitely more natural without the huge wings topped with claws. The High Lord of the Autumn Court looked par excellence like a fairy, with dazzling beauty and sparkle and pointed ears.
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it's not that I need a quiet day or a day off exactly; it's that I need a pocket of time that exists entirely outside of linear time as we know it that would allow me to get things done without time passing in the real world, and frankly, I don't think that's too much to ask.
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The chirping of birds and the soft sound of water brought Elain out of her stupor. She felt the pleasant warmth of the sun falling across her face and allowed herself to drift through her thoughts with her eyes closed.
She felt and heard the soft whisper of the leaves waving in the wind, like the tenderest whisper of a lover or a friend assuring her that he would always be there.
There was lush grass under her fingertips, green and full of vitality, as if it were only the beginning of autumn that had come after summer.
Her whole body was relaxed and at the same time full of energy, as if she was hypersensitive to all the natural stimuli around her. As if all she had to do was take a deep breath, try really hard, and she could be that nature.
The thought was beautiful and trembling and elusive, fading away quickly, but Elain already had better senses and quicker reflexes, and she remembered it.
Whatever it meant, it showed up for her to know. She kept it in her heart, where it shone and pulsated lightly like a seed, like a bud that was dormant but was about to wake up and bloom.
Like that pulsing, thin, but impossibly solid golden thread she felt too. But which she ignored.
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Unwanted changes
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This is an account I love, and this post helped me get going and finish writing this chapter. I immediately felt the mood!
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How is it that I can spend an hour with an open text file and not write anything, and I can come up with an entire scene without corrections when I'm in a hurry?
I think I found a background for writing 鉂わ笍
A new chapter is getting closer.
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Elain in ACOWAR:
Spring Court:
The Bog of Oorid:
The Prison Lands:
Helion, Lucien's father (Lucien being Elain's mate) has the remaining Pegasus who originally came from the island where the Prison is located. A land that withered and died.
The Bog of Oorid is where Nesta recovered the mask. The mask which Helions ancestors wore. Helion, father of Lucien with Lucien being the mate of Elain. The Bog being a land that withered and died.
Areas in Spring have started to die. Lucien is now permanently stationed there (Lucien, Elain's mate).
Elain said the world needs more gardens and her mate is connected to each of the places that we were told became a dying land (or started to as is the case with Spring).
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I'm so tired of the war over who Elain will end up with and all I want now is Elain's book in my hands.
ps I'm no longer reading Tumblr and I'm starting to take care of my life and writing my crackship fic.
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''I don't want to be intimate with you.''
''Is this what our bond tells you? Doesn't it tell you anything about licking, touching and smelling?'' Eris asked, his voice had a warmer, more sensual tone, the sound of it and what he was saying made the back of her head tingle pleasantly.
She said nothing to this, shocked by her body's reaction. A blush rose on her cheeks, burning slightly, a clear testament to her embarrassment.
Eris tilted his head, watching her carefully.
''Am I not the most beautiful male you have ever seen?''
He remained standing by the fireplace, not moving even a step, giving her space and the option of whether she wanted to come closer.
''I don't have a habit of...'' she paused. ''Doing these things with someone I don't know.''
Eris laughed softly, the sound so beautiful and unexpected that Elain was breathless. Genuine amusement, without a hint of mockery or coldness. However, it did not last long.
''You don't have to know someone to fuck with them.''
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Witches from the Bog of Oorid
''Witches are famous for herbal medicine and the preparation of poisons. There is also some truth in the fact that they have their own archaic tools they used to tap into more power than the Cauldron gave them. It always leaves a mark. Magic seeks balance. It took all the heat from their bodies, so they supplied it in a different way, less refined, more animalistic, by killing and drinking still warm blood.''
Elain grimaced in disgust and shuddered at the thought. She would never want to reach for more than she could handle, certainly not to cause harm. She valued peace and avoided violence.
''Were you involved with the other High Lords in catching and banning the witches to the Bog of Oorid?'' Eris asked with interest, turning the cup in his hand.
Beron nodded.
''The most greedy and doing wicked, monstrous things. And all those who hunted the inhabitants of our villages and towns.''
''Do they still live there?'' Archeron asked, a bit terrified at the prospect. She imagined a house full of bloodthirsty creatures just waiting for someone unaware to knock on their door.
''Now it is an abandoned, cursed and forgotten place by the Cauldron, where no one goes. There is a kind of darkness and death hanging in the air... not a single bird sings, and the abandoned cottage is surrounded by rosebuds and vines as if they were sleeping.''
#elain archeron#eris vanserra#autumn court#elain x eris#elris#beron vanserra#high lord beron#witches
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He didn't expect that seeing her in the colors of his house would arouse such emotions in him. He felt a little more tangibly that she belonged to him, here, in his space, dressed in a pumpkin-colored dress with gold embroidery specially chosen for her. The neckline exposed her collarbones, too prominent, he had to make sure she ate regularly, made sure she slept and returned to her baseline weight.
He couldn't resist and ran his eyes over her entire figure. He had no ideal in mind, he fucked tall and shorter females, with larger and smaller breasts, regardless of the color of their hair. What excited him was their intellect and power, their femininity expressed in behavior, words and clothes.
Elain was physically a mix of his fantasies, with her gorgeous hair and eyes and the rosy lips she bit, when she was shy. He liked that she was shorter, petite, and somehow it turned him on that she killed the King of Hybern in a dress.
His mate.
She was fucking perfect and sexy. He wanted to see her in red lace lingerie...
And she was everything he didn't want.
He got up without taking his eyes off her. Elain stood quietly in the doorway, unsure what to do with herself. He noticed her hand tightening on her dress. Was she mentally judging him as he was judging her?
He tangled his fingers in her still wet hair, and his mate stiffened. He used magic to make it dry completely and ran his fingers through the light waves. He loved their warm golden brown color and how long and thick they were.
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The Forest House
''Don't betray me.'' He growled quietly, warningly, and as quickly as he grabbed her, he let her go, and Elain could hear how fast her heart was beating. He terrified her, this sound was primal and... she didn't want to admit it to herself, but something about his dominance attracted her. Or maybe it was the specter of the unknown, where the protective arms of her sisters weren't hanging over her. She followed him.
The house was surrounded by a number of guards, not only on the ground, but also on the trees and stones of the house itself, on its various levels. Elain felt eyes on her. On a delicate dress that contrasted with the silver of the blood-spattered armor of the warrior walking next to her.
''She's mine,'' Eris said, loud enough for the message to reach the men guarding the house. Elain noticed that he didn't have to resort to threats at all, the guards just nodded, looking away from her. They respected him so much and listened to him, just a word was enough.
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Eris knew I would die if he left me there, but he did it anyway. This is what would have happened if Azriel hadn't found me the next day.''
Elain frowned, remembering the story she had heard almost at the beginning, long time ago. She looked at Rhysand. ''Didn't you say that each court has its own protocol and that's why you couldn't just take Feyre from the Spring Court?''
''Yes, we had to do it right, otherwise Tamlin might have dealt with us in a very unpleasant way, even killed us. We would be in his territory, we would belong to him.'' He explained, looking closely at Elain. After a few seconds, something flashed in his eyes, like disbelief. She almost sighed. Could he have been so blinded by his love for family that he closed his eyes to the truth?
''Isn't that聽why... Eris didn't help you, so that you wouldn't become聽his聽responsibility, that is,聽part of the Autumn Court? A future you didn't want when you did what you thought was right to prevent the marriage from happening?''
Mor looked at Elain as if she was seeing her for the first time. A look of shock crossed her face, along with shame and something else, maybe fear. Archeron couldn't help but feel that Rhysand's cousin was hiding something that no one knew about. And to what Elain began to get dangerously close.
''I didn't think of it that way...'' Cassian mumbled and rubbed a hand through his hair, clearly confused. ''Why did you think about the protocol?''
''I just remembered,'' Elain shrugged.
''Have we misjudged Eris?'' Amren looked at her with her slanted eyes more carefully than ever.
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The gift of truth
The dress was beautiful. Simple, with a bodice embroidered with gold roses and a slightly flared bottom. Classic, just as she dreamed. And yet she didn't like her reflection in the mirror. The white seemed to accentuate her pale complexion even more, making her look unhealthy.
It seemed impossible, Elain was aware of her beauty, but somehow she looked pale and plain wrong in her own wedding dress. This is a bad sign, she suddenly thought. She furrowed her eyebrows in worry and unbraided her hair, trying to change her unfavorable appearance. Maybe she should cover her shoulders, throw her hair to one side...
Tears came to her eyes along with the piercing bad feeling that there would be no wedding at all. She inhaled loudly. No, no, no, her intuition was always true, but this time she had to be wrong. It was stress, anxiety, she told herself as she undressed for bed at night.
Everything would be fine, she consoled herself, but didn't believe it.
That same night, Hybern's soldiers burst into her home, gagged her, bound her wrists, and led her out into the cold air in only her nightgown. Just like Nesta, her dear, older, brave sister, she struggled and kicked, but they just laughed.
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Elain
I'm listening to "Breath of life" by Florence and The Machine and finishing Elain's chapter. We will fight our way through vines, roots and thorns.
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If Lucien can say something like this to Feyre when he's angry at her for killing Andras
Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold
just imagine the countless romantic lines we'll get from Lucien when he flirts with Elain.
vs Tamlin's "your hair is ... clean"
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