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zairasarthaven · 8 months

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Herbert struggles to express emotions or verbalize comfort, finding that he tends to lack the proper words or affect. So, he finds ways to compensate by taking alternative routes to comfort his partner.

#Originally Uploaded: Oct. 2022 #my art #ash williams #herbert west #ashbert #evil dead #reanimator #ash williams x herbert west

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fantasy-girl974 · 1 year

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✨ Art Summary 2022 ✨

This year I outdid myself I think, it’s been since 2019 I didn’t make so much arts, and that each month! And I’m pretty happy with it ;u;💖

Buuut I admit, I didn’t know what to draw sometimes, I was really lost (especially towards July as you can see...)

I’m so Multi-Fandom, so I go left to right (and I’m sorry if you followed me for something specific aaaah 😭)

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Also, towards July, my twitter account has been locked for no reason, and my insta was hacked 4 times, so I was really deppressed by this...

So I decided to come back on tumblr. And HONESTLY : this was the best choice of this year for me! 🥹

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AND I think you can notice Horizon Forbidden West took a big place towards October when I finished the game at the end of September XD An unexpecting obsession since I didn’t took much attention to Zero Dawn lol

And I found wonderful people in this fandom (special mention to the Kotaloy server 💖)

With the DLC coming next year and the 3rd part of the game, I’ll stay a moment into HFW I think 😂

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Next year my plan would be to open a little shop on Red Bubble or Ko-Fi maybe, I think I’ll come back to twitter (even if it’s a mess there now *coughs*) and insta too, I had some friends there and I missed them ; _ ;

AND TO OPEN MY WEBSITE FOR REAL (ノ；Д；)ノ︵ ┻━┻

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A BIG BIG THANK YOU for those who followed me, for your support, for your flailing over my arts (even through the tags, I read them all and it’s a joy XD) I love you everyone and I’m grateful 💖💖💖

#I typed a lot here XD #But it's the truth <3 #art summery 2022 #art summary #artists on tumblr #art #summary of art meme #my art #myart #horizon forbidden west #resident evil #final fantasy #legend of zelda #kingdom hearts #original character #fantasygirl974-art

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gamesline · 1 year

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Miss the stream or want to relive the magic? Want to see the winners all lined up? Here's our full GOTY awards list!

#yuji naka #video games #signalis #xenoblade chronicles 3 #babylon's fall #bayonetta 3 #evil west #norco #ultra kaiju monster rancher #ai the somniun files nirvana initiative #goty 2022

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elmundotech · 2 years

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State of Play June 2022: All the Trailers

#StateOfPlay #June2022: All the #Trailers - #SF6 #ResdientEvil4 #Tunic #NoMansSky #PS4 #PS5 #PSVR2 #videogames #elmundotech

For many fans, State of Play June 2022 was one of the best events by Sony thus far mainly due to the announced titles revealed today. Sony and third-party developers are making use of the upcoming PlayStation VR 2 for games such as No Man’s Sky, Resident Evil 4, Resident Evil Village, The Walking Dead: Saints and Sinners Ch2 and others. The first gameplay of Street Fighter 6 may have attracted…

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#Eternights #Final Fantasy XVI #Horizon Call of the Mountain #Horizon Forbidden West #Marvel’s Spider-Man Remastered (PC)#No Man&039;s Sky #Resident Evil 4 #Resident Evil Village #Rollerdrome #Season: A letter to the future #State of Play June 2022 #State of Play Junio 2022 #Stray #Street Fighter 6 #The Callisto Protocol #The Walking Dead: Saints and Sinners Ch2 #Tunic

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iberiancadre · 1 month

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Life expectancy at birth for males in the EU, 2022 Eurostat (OC)

The EU not only extracts billions of Euro worth of value from the global south, but it also does the same with the ex-socialist east, keeping it, relatively, impoverished as part of the broader shock therapy tactic employed by capitalists to funnel wealth from ex-socialist states to the imperial core, after the forced change back to capitalism. A good part, if not all, of the welfare system is dismantled and sold to foreign investors, massively affecting life expectancy, birth rates, nourishment, and general quality of life.

Taking the annexation of the GDR as an example, unemployment in the east rose from close to 0% to 40%. A forced conversion rate of 1:1 between the two currencies effectively made the east german population deal with a sudden drop in purchasing power while allowing any west german to buy more for a lower price. In more concrete figures, the annexation caused a 40% drop in income in the east and output figures in the east compared to those of 1989 took more than a decade to recover[1]. We could go on

A more recent and particularly insidious example on the abuse that eastern Europe experiences comes from 2021, in which the EU tried to force Lithuania to raise their retirement age to 72 from 64 (at which it thankfully remains). At the same time, Lithuania's life expectancy for males was 6 months lower at 72.5.

1: The Triumph of Evil, A. Murphy, 2002 (It's a very well researched book with a lot of empirical data, but the author falls into evil vs good moralisms which distract from the arguments being made and is generally unable to correctly express more theoretical political ideas, so keep this in mind. I have a lot of thoughts on this book)

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meddling-in-horror · 9 months

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Giving Them the Moment: How Our Flag Means Death and it's Portrayal of Black Men is the Most Important Thing on Television Right Now

Note: written April 20, 2022

Media is an incredibly distinct way of communicating. It has a wide reach, and each person has their own interpretation of what they see. That’s the beauty of the medium as a whole. However, there are often downsides, especially when it pertains to the West. In the US in particular, there is a trend within popular media to lean towards propagandization. Whether it’s the idea that communism and socialism are products of the ‘Evil East’ or the lingering effects of the Motion Picture Production Code - also known as the Hays Code, the media monopolies have a firm grasp on what we as a society watch and enjoy.

When you begin to play close attention to how the media portrays Black men, this becomes abundantly clear.

It is a rare thing when we see Black men whose characters aren’t portrayed as being the object nor the perpetrators of violence. In fact, only one mainstream popular show comes to mind: The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. But even then, the given circumstances of Fresh Prince revolve around Will’s escape from the violence of the ‘urban’ inner city. This vilification of Black men dates back to the 1910s with D. W. Griffith’s Birth of a Nation, and continued into the 1930s, where Black people were often personified as the monsters, representing the ‘exciticism’ of the world beyond the West. It is the ‘exoticism’ that has played a huge part in the dehumanization of Black men as a whole. But as a Black Queer person watching Our Flag Means Death, it is breaking that mold in an incredibly important way.

The Black men in the show are allowed to have fun.

This show is breaking barriers left and right. Of the major recurring cast of 15, over half of them are people of color. It’s overt and unflinching portrayal of Queerness when so many of its older viewers - myself included - have lived through the Bury Your Gays and Dead Lesbians tropes time and time again is overwhelmingly refreshing. Nearly all characters are Queer until proven straight and represent all parts under the umbrella, including Leslie Jones’ polyamorous pirate queen and Vico Ortiz - a non-binary actor - playing a non-binary character.

But in a world where the narratives of Black men are so often framed around violence and brutality, the Black crewmates of the Queen Anne’s Revenge - Frenchie, Oluwande, and Roach - are allowed to be funny and vulnerable. Each one of them is starkly different from the other with identifiable characteristics that allow the audience to humanize them. The trio quickly became my favorites among the crew, with Roach being the stand-out amongst them. Samba Schutte’s often deadpan delivery never fails to draw a laugh from me, in particular the assertion that “meat is meat”. Frenchie, played by Joel Fry, is the quickest on the draw where his intellect is concerned, being posited in the show’s fifth episode as having had a hand in inventing the pyramid scheme while spouting the wildest of conspiracy theories and being afraid of cats (they’re witches, they steal your breath, and have knives in their feet, you know). The softness and constant vulnerability of Samson Kayo’s Oluwande may be one of the most important aspects of the show, as it establishes him as a reliable and trustworthy confidante to not just Jim, but to Rhys Darby’s Stede Bonnet as well.

They exist in their own separate spheres on the ship, going about their own separate business completely unbothered. While it is implied they lead violent lives as pirates, this violence isn’t used to define them as characters. In fact, Oluwande stated that both he and Jim engaged in piracy because they “had no choice”. The brief mention we get of Frenchie’s backstory implies that he lives a life of servitude, though whether that was as an enslaved person or a freed Black domestic worker is not mentioned. While there is little known about Roach so far, it is implied that his culinary skills are far beyond the levels of what is needed aboard a pirate ship.

The friendships and relationships they form within the crew aren’t built on violence either, but on open and honest communication. Most notably, the friendship of Frenchie and Wee John Feeny, played by Kristian Nairn. Fry and Nairn are an impeccable comic duo when their characters become ‘room people’, and the scene where they begin to design their new space is a personal highlight of the episode. Oluwande and Jim’s romance - played to perfection by Kayo and Ortiz - is one that revolves around both characters being almost devastatingly open with each other. Both actors play the emotional vulnerability of the characters well, and it is important to emphasize that it is Kayo’s Oluwande that moves to meet Jim where they are.

While the show allows all its men to show varying levels of emotional vulnerability - an exception being offered to the emotionally constipated Izzy Hands, played by Con O’Neill - there is something so special about seeing that luxury afforded to Black men. This show has, in just ten episodes, has become a game changer for the television industry. It has proved that a show with explicitly Queer characters can become a massive sleeper hit, and that sometimes the best kind of historical show is one that is historical fiction. But it has also proved that you can create a narrative with Black men that doesn’t include their stories being framed in violence or brutality, that they can be funny, charming, witty, vulnerable, intelligent, complex characters with their own narratives that serve a purpose outside of a device of exoticism. It is this rare thing that makes these characters, and indeed the show as a whole, so important to its viewers.

We deserve more vulnerability, more humor, and more humanizing content from these three men, and this show is one that is truly deserving of a glorious second season.

Sources:

Donaldson, Leigh. “When the media misrepresents Black men, the effects are felt in the real world.”

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/aug/12/media-misrepresents-black-men-effects-felt-real-world.

Kumah-Abiwu, Felix. “Media Gatekeeping and Portrayal of Black Men in America.”

Opportunity Agenda. “Media Portrayals and Black Male Outcomes.”

https://www.opportunityagenda.org/explore/resources-publications/media-representation-impact-black-men/media-portrayals.

Our Flag Means Death, (2022-). HBO Max.

#not horror but its relevant #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #roach #frenchie #oluwande boodhari #david jenkins #black men in media #let black men be silly in things!!!!!!#our flag means death season 2

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journeytothewestresearch · 7 months

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JTTWR Story Idea Directory

I was influenced by @digitalagepulao's recent post to list my own collection of story ideas.

These are set in the Buddo-Daoist disc world system of the original novel.

1) The Origin of Sun Wukong

This provides three fictional origins for the Monkey King based on my past research. He is ...

The spiritual offspring of supreme ape immortals who have served as teachers of countless mortal and divine beings, the later including the Buddha and Master Subodhi. The couple rebels against the heavenly hierarchy for failing to keep an ancient promise.

The offspring of an ancient evil who intentionally bred him to destroy the gods.

A former hot-tempered, Vajra warrior-like Bodhisattva who is exiled from paradise for killing a being who seemingly offended the Buddha. He is punished to ten lifetimes as a figure of great strength who is continually bested and forced by circumstances to protect something or someone weaker than him.

Each origin has pros and cons.

2) Immortal Warriors and Shaolin Monks

Master Subodhi's mountain is the training ground for an immortal monastic army similar to Shaolin. Monkey gains combat experience as a monk soldier.

3) The REAL Reason Subodhi Expels Sun Wukong

Sun's much, much older spiritual brothers and sisters attack him out of jealousy for quickly climbing the ranks of the immortal monastic army. Forced to defend his position, Monkey's anger drives him to take on a monstrous, 100,000-foot-tall cosmic form to defeat his opponents. Subodhi fears Sun's limitless potential and great anger will lead him down the path of villainy, so he uses the pine tree incident as an excuse to expel him.

4) The Reason for Sun Wukong's Rebellion

Subodhi warns Monkey to protect himself when mastering the "Multitude of Terrestrial Killers" (i.e. the 72 changes) because said deities are considered baleful stellar gods who bring bad luck and disease. But the Terrestrial Killers exploit a chink in his spiritual armor and feed him small suggestions that have compounding effects on his personality, making him increasingly egotistical and combative. This eventually leads to his rebellion against heaven.

These are set on our Earth.

1) Sun Wukong vs Heracles/Hercules

Heracles, the Buddha's protector, is called in place of Erlang to end Monkey's rebellion. After the latter attains Buddhahood at the end of the journey, the Tathagata asks the son of Zeus to escort Sun through the Greek world system.

See the 07-08-22 update (refer also to section 3 for background info):

2) A Realistic Retelling of Journey to the West

The story follows the itinerary of the historical monk Xuanzang, and the various episodes from the original novel take place both on the way to and coming back from India. The disciples are acquired during the initial journey; however, their order is reversed—Sha, Zhu, and then Sun.

The past punishments of the disciples are still the same. But Monkey's history is changed because Taoism didn't exist in ancient India. Instead of becoming an immortal, he is a Hindo-Buddhist rishi who rebels against heaven.

See updates here and here.

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zairasarthaven · 8 months

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They both have too many struggles and deserve snuggles

#Originally Posted: Nov. 2022 #my art #ash williams #herbert west #ashbert #evil dead #reanimator #ash williams x herbert west

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readingtheentrails · 6 months

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10 characters/10 fandoms/10 tags

Tagged by @missmacfire, thank you!

Okay, let's go!

1. Larissa Weems - Wednesday (2022)

Look, I'm obviously gonna pick Larissa first because I have made some genuine friends through the Larissa/Gwendoline fandom and that means she is my #1 baby girl/Menace Principal.

2. Moiraine Damodred - The Wheel of Time (2021)

It was hard to decide between Moiraine and Siuan, honestly, but Moiraine won out just because we get so much more screen time with her. She was the reason I came back to tumblr in the first place and I have such a lovely and supportive discord community thanks to her/the show. Her dedication to the mission about all else just gets me so 🫠

3. Aloy - Horizon Zero Dawn (2017)/Horizon Forbidden West (2022)

Aloy best girl 😍😍😍 I think the Horizon series might be my favourite games of all time. They are so much fun to play, the story is so interesting and Aloy is a great protagonist. She is strong, independent and doesn't bother trying to fit in. She does her own thing and I really respect that.

4. Xena - Xena Warrior Princess (1995)

Xena was so special to me as a little baby gay. The thirst I experienced was unbelievable but because her relationship with Gabrielle was (barely) subtext, it was safe for me to watch in a conservative rural environment.

5. Utena Tenjou - Revolutionary Girl Utena (1997)

This prince saves herself! Utena is iconic and this anime is one of the first shows that ever got me thinking about gender roles and patriarchy. Utena doesn't always get it right but she does try her best to help her friends.

6. Astarion - Baldur's Gate 3 (2023)

Look, I just love him. I would let him devour me with no regrets. I'm still in Act 1 of the game and he has absolutely seduced me with his charm.

7. Nadja of Antipaxos - What We Do In The Shadows (2019)

I cannot get enough of Nadja. The perfect all-powerful absolute idiot. Her own worst enemy. My beloved girlfail queen 👑.

8. The Captain - Ghosts (2019)

I love the Captain so very much. He's from an era when he literally would have been imprisoned for being open about his sexuality so he's so repressed and uptight but we see these little glimpses that are just wonderful and he's played with such care.

9. Kassandra - Assassin's Creed Odyssey (2018)

I still can't believe there are people out there who choose to play as Alexios when Kassandra is right there! She's amazing, such a badass and I never want to play another AC game because no other protagonist will ever be as good as her (also Ubisoft is evil).

10. Tissaia de Vries - The Witcher (2019)

Look, I just obviously have a thing for teachers who are a bit mean. Sorry not sorry to be a stereotype!

No pressure tagging @dianneking @weemssapphic @h-doodles @beaujes and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it

#tag game #larissa weems #moiraine damodred #aloy #xena #utena tenjou #astarion #nadja of antipaxos #the captain bbc ghosts #kassandra ac odyssey #tissaia de vries

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the-monkey-ruler · 5 months

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Do you know what other Chinese media have the Six-Eared Macaque and the Macaque King as the same being?

I only know that the Lego Monkie Kid has this take like officially. Like it is far more popular to have the Six Ears as Wukong's brother, adopted or sworn, but they are never given the title 'King', and in fact a lot of movie plots are were the Six Ears is mad that he isn't the king and wants to take over wukong's life. The jealous brother trope. Let me make an updated list of Macaque in media that I am aware of!

1928 True and False Sun Xingzhe 真假孙行者 - evil self

1950 How Nazha Thrice Tricked the Six-eared Monkey 哪宅三戲六耳猴 - some guy

1952 Journey to the West 西遊記 - evil self

1983 Real and Fake Monkey King 真假美猴王 - evil self

1986 Journey to West 西游记 - evil self

1996 Journey to the West 西遊記 - adopted brother

1999 Legends of the Monkey King 西游记 - evil self

2009 Monkey King 美猴王 - sworn brother but not a king

2010 Journey to the West 西遊記 - evil self

2011 Journey to the West 西遊記 - evil self

2015 Journey to the West: True and False Exchange - 西游之偷梁换柱 - evil self

2015 The Grow 2 金箍棒传奇2：沙僧的逆袭 - some guy

2016 A Chinese Odyssey Part Three 大话西游3 - some guy

2017 Journey to the West The Legend of the Merman 西游鲛人传 - some guy.

2017 A Chinese Odyssey: Million Years 大话西游之爱你一万年 - some guy

2017 Winning Buddha 斗战胜佛 - evil self

2018 The New Legends of Monkey - evil clone

2019 The Monkey King: The True Sun Wukong 美猴王之真假孙悟空 - adopted brother.

2020 The Real vs. Fake Monkey King 真假美猴王之大圣无双 - some guy

2020 Monkey King 大圣 - evil clone

2020 Lego Monkie Kid 乐高悟空小侠 - Macaque King

2020 Golden-Banded Staff 降妖伏魔之定海神针 - some guy

2021 Monkey King: The One and Only 大圣无双 - evil clone

2021 Six-Eared Monkey 六耳猕猴 - clan members? adopted dad?

2021 Marvel Monkey 六耳猕猴之妖王重生 - some guy

2021 The Legend of Flower Fruit Mountain 花果山传 - twin brother

2022 Journey to the West: True and False Monkey King 西游记之真假美猴王 - adopted brother? Maybe sworn but not a king?

2022 King of Confusion: The Rise of the Great Sage / Four Monkeys in Confusion 混世之王：混世四猴 /混世之王之大圣崛起 - clan member?

2022 Dislyte - twin brother

2022 Wukong Returns (2022) - evil self

2023 The Legends of Monkey King 凌云志 - some guy

2023 I’m Not a Great Sage 我不是大圣 - some guy

2024 The Monkey King: True and False Monkey King 齐天大圣之真假美猴王 - adopted brother? Maybe sworn but not a king?

2030 True and False Monkey King / Dare to Ask the Way: Apprentice Chapter 西游记真假美猴王 - some guy

Evil Self - 10 (Just Wukong but Evil) Evil Clone - 3 (Created by an outside force) Some Guy - 11 (Just villain, no previous connection) Adopted/Twin Brother/Clan Member - 6~8 (Family connection) Sworn Brother - 1~3 (Friends) Macaque King - 1 (Literally says that they are the Macaque King)

I see a lot more fan content per say that has the Six Ears also have the role of the Macaque King so is it more on a low-key scale where you see the theory really being popular. It is a really fun theory and has a lot of people that enjoy it, but narrative-wise it wouldn't fit in a casual Xiyouji tv show/movie without making major changes. Most mainstream or individual projects have it that Wukong is facing his literal brother/family member, or that he is just facing SOME GUY that he has never met before. Or that it is his evil clone or physical embodiment of his violent thoughts which is what a lot of the older movies do since that aligns with the book's symbolism and narrative meaning of the story.

#anon ask #anonymous #anon #jttw #journey to the west #sun wukong #xiyouji #ask #six eared macaque #the macaque king #female macaque king #spiritual macaque king #liu er mihou #liuer mihou

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 1 year

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Fireleaf (Part 10)

Hello, everyone! Sorry this one took a while to get out. Updates should be much more frequent in the new year ♥️

Thank you so, so much for all the support you've given @greeneyedivy and I on this...so much work goes into it and we appreciate it more than you know! And for all the support on my other writing too! I haven't had this account all that long, but making it and joining this community is one of the best things I did in 2022, and I'm thankful for you all! Hope you all have a happy new year and that 2023 is brilliant for you ♥️

Warnings: None for this part!

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Moonlight was lustrous and plentiful on the lawn of the estate. Such a bright, stunning silver that it had a magical quality to it.

And yet, you kept to the shadows, cloaking yourself in darkness and waving through clusters of trees. If not for Eris’s sure presence at your side, you would have outright refused the stroll through the woods at the later hour – lest the nutcracker and creatures alike were lurking amongst them.

But Eris was purely at ease as he strode beside you, not at all bothered by the darkness. It had been his idea – after a game of cards that had stretched on and on and on – to take a late-night walk.

He was a tad quiet, though. Pensive.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” You eventually inquired, after a long stint of comfortable silence.

A part of you didn’t want to ask – out of a selfish concern that he’d bring up the hunting trip again. The scratches he’d clocked on Lucien’s hands. You knew he suspected something, and the two uneventful weeks that had passed since had been a tentative game of waiting to see if he’d bring it up.

He hadn’t. Hadn’t so much as indicated that anything was untoward.

You had a feeling that was all about to change.

Eris’s amber eyes turned on you, and he fluttered his lashes. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Don’t let it go to your head. I think you’re an ass.”

He snorted, sliding his hands into his pockets. “It’s Hybern.”

Your feet came to an immediate stop, a slither of ice sneaking through you. “Hybern?”

“The faerie kingdom west of Prythian–”

“I know what it is,” You snorted. “I haven’t quite been living under a rock.”

Indeed, it would take a life of the harshest sheltering to be unaware of Hybern and its reputation. Its savage king. You had family that had fought in the war against them, on the side of the humans.

The cold, unforgiving island and its inhabitants stood for everything you were staunchly against. And the mere mention of its name had you rubbing goosebumps from your arms.

“Then you’ll know that in the centuries since the war, the King of Hybern has considered it to be a dark age,” Eris said. “They call the years prior to the war, when humans were enslaved to them, the Golden Era. It’s sick.”

You grimaced. Sick, indeed. “But what of it? I mean…there’s no mistaking that he’s evil, but…why are we worrying now? It’s been almost five centuries since the war.”

“He sent an emissary of his to Prythian. Amarantha, her name is. She claims to come in good faith, that Hybern wishes to open up communications with Prythian once more, to share assets and establish trading between court and country. It’s alleged that she’s already paid a visit to Dawn and Day, trying to request an audience with their High Lords.”

“And have they granted such a request?”

Eris shook his head. “Not yet. Everyone is rightfully cautious. This Amarantha may claim to come with good tidings, but nobody has forgotten what the King of Hybern is like. What he did to his slaves when the Treaty was signed. I believe the High Lords will probably meet, at some point, to discuss whether or not they trust her.”

The two of you had walked the woods circling the estate, finally coming to a stop near the armoury. You tried not to glance in the direction of the manor, where Lucien’s window faced you. Tried not to think too much of a vague movement that was gone before you had a chance to look.

“Well that’s good, right?” You said to Eris. “For the High Lord’s to come together?”

“It is,” Eris shrugged. “But they’re hesitant to act too quickly, lest they spread panic across the courts. They’re trying to keep Amarantha’s presence quiet. There’s still a lot of lingering trauma surrounding Hybern…I doubt anyone would take too kindly to one of the king’s emissaries walking amongst their people.”

You studied him. The weight of clear responsibility that was sitting on his shoulders. You didn’t quite understand what he was getting at. “So…?” You prompted.

“So it’s time for me to play courtier.” His mouth kicked into a smirk; one that could have been for show. “Instead of the High Lords meeting right away, they’ve arranged for a courtiers’ meeting instead. It will garner much less attention and interest than if the High Lords were all gathered in one place. Every court is sending two courtiers to a neutral meeting ground, where we’ll share what we know so far about Amarantha and Hybern. Said information will be taken back to our respective High Lords – and from there, they’ll decide how to act.”

“And you’re one of the courtiers?” You smiled up at him. You felt a weird sense of…pride…knowing how well Eris played this game. How naturally he took to it.

“I am.” He nodded, linking an arm through yours. He pulled you along with him as he fell into a steady walk once more. “And you’re the other one.”

You tripped. Over your own damn feet. Eris had to grab you before you fell flat on your face.

“Excuse me?” You blurted.

“Shh.” He chuckled. “Do you wish to wake the entire estate up?”

“Eris–”

“Look.” He stopped, rounding on you. “My father is sending me as his head courtier. He told me that the choice was mine as to who I brought with me – that I will have to make such decisions when I’m the High Lord one day. He said he trusted me to choose wisely.”

“...And so you chose me? Have you had a bump to your head, or something?”

“Give yourself more credit, Y/N.” He pulled you along once more. “The choice was entirely mine to make. I’m not taking Barric, because my father needs him here. There’s absolutely no chance I would trust either Jareth or Rian with such a responsibility, knowing what they’re like. They’d start a fight within the first thirty minutes. Dion would go if I asked, but he wouldn’t really want to. And, well…Lucien’s not even worth considering. He’d be too busy trying to catch a fluffy cloud in a jar, or reading poetry to a doe, or–”

“Eris.” You cut him off quickly; you didn’t need more visions of Lucien cramming themselves into your head. “Be that as it may…why would you choose me? I’m no courtier. I–”

“You’re intelligent. Straight-talking. Witty. You have experience dealing with people – hell, you did enough of it while single-handedly manning your father’s business. I think everyone gravely underestimates you, Y/N, and I want to see what you’re made of when you’re given half the chance.”

You couldn’t deny the way his words tightly clenched your heart within their fist. The fact that he would even consider trusting you…you could have cried right then.

“I appreciate it.” You smiled ruefully. “Truly, I do, but…your father would never allow it.”

“My father left the decision entirely to me. He didn’t give any conditions to such a decision. And so I’ve made my choice, and I’d like you to come with me. And if you get overwhelmed, I’ll handle all the boring courtier stuff. But at the very least, we’d be able to get away from the estate for a weekend and have some fun. Doesn’t that sound good?”

Gods, it did. It was a rare moment when you and Eris weren’t having fun and laughing raucously about something together. Like the brother you’d never had, the two of you seemed to end up making mischief, even without trying. And to be able to do so away from the estate, away from Jareth’s malice and the tension between you and Lucien…

“Well, in that case,” you grinned, “I’m extremely honoured that you’ve asked me, and I gladly accept.”

“Nobody there will have a more beautiful female on their arm than I will.” He smirked, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “Come – let’s sneak some ice cream before bed.”

⤲

It was after much to-ing and fro-ing that it was decided that the courtiers’ meeting would be held at the sacred Mountain — neutral ground that was situated in Prythian’s Middle.

You’d heard all about it, of course, years and years ago, during your schooling. The sacred Mountain was one of the first things any faerie learned about in a lesson of Prythian’s history — the point from which your world was created.

Perhaps that’s why you were shot with nerves and excitement to go there.

While it gave the appearance of a towering, breathtaking mountain on the outside, it was inside that you found yourself lost for words. Eris had promised you a glimpse the day prior to the other courtiers arriving, and that glimpse did not disappoint.

“With it being neutral ground for all the courts,” he explained, “High Lords long ago carved out the mountain’s belly to make it appropriate for use.”

Indeed, while it was nothing luxurious, it was undoubtedly stunning. It was the sheer size of it that had words stuck in your throat. A huge, gargantuan structure that only nature’s hands could have crafted, the stone walls seeming to watch down on the middle that had been carved and sculpted for the most basic and necessary needs. No adornments, nothing that would spit in the face of the Mother’s work — just a giant, echoing cavern waiting to be filled. You couldn’t help wondering how many people could fit inside.

“This is where the meeting will be,” Eris said, seeming to smile fondly at your awestruck expression. “I believe we’ll be indulging in a feast whilst we do the posturing and pretend to like each other.”

“Well,” you smiled, “you won’t catch me saying no to a feast.”

Eris chuckled, the sound seeming to bounce all around you like the cave walls were volleying it between them. Your footsteps echoed, too, as you brushed past him — back towards the crack of daylight that beckoned you from the way you’d entered.

“Y/N.” Eris’s hand landed on your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

You studied him. The fierce flash of…something…in those amber eyes. “What is it?”

“There is…a lot riding on this meeting, for me.” Pulling his hand away, he swallowed. Loosened the collar of his tunic. He looked strangely uncomfortable. “So while I trust you…if I ask you to do something for me, I need you to do it, okay? No questions asked.”

Plenty of questions rose in your mind that very second; ones you wanted to poke and prod at until you got an answer. But something in Eris’s expression — in how uptight he suddenly was — had you submitting with barely a blink. You nodded resolutely.

“Okay.” You agreed. “No questions asked.”

⤲

The two of you could just as easily have returned to the comforts and luxuries of the Vanserra Estate and winnowed back to the Sacred Mountain for the meeting the following evening. But Eris had promised you a weekend away from the pressing eyes of Beron and Barric. Away from Jareth’s vitriol.

You ended up in a small village you hadn’t even known existed. How far from the estate it was, you didn’t know — nor did you care. Not as you watched Eris shuck off the High-Lord-to-be persona and become just…Eris. A few of the villagers recognised him, of course, and the way they warmly greeted him spoke volumes about his genuine character; you certainly couldn’t imagine anyone ever approaching Beron to say a quick hello. But for that evening, you were just Eris and Y/N, and you ate dinner and drank and danced like you had no responsibilities in the world.

The hour was late when the two of you snagged rooms at an inn, Eris informing you that he’d stayed there a few times before. And with your belly full of food and wine, you managed to forget about your nerves for the upcoming meeting and fall into a mostly restful sleep.

The next morning, Eris sat opposite you at one of the inn’s tables, the two of you enjoying a quiet breakfast. His faced seemed more…shadowed than the night before. Like the weight of his duty was weighing on him once more, heavier than ever. You wanted to ask if he was alright, to see if he wanted to share some of the load, but you’d barely exchanged a word between you when the door flew open, and heavy footfalls reached you from behind.

You turned in your seat mid-chew — and forced yourself to swallow as your eyes met Lucien’s.

That was as far as his acknowledgement of you went as he focused his attention on Eris and dipped his chin in greeting. “Thought I’d find you here.”

If Eris was surprised to see his brother, he didn’t let it show. He merely drew a long sip of tea. “Nothing if not consistent, brother. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Some trouble has broken out between the soldiers under your command.” Lucien said. “It’s getting out of hand and they’re refusing to answer to anyone but you.”

“Shit.” Eris cursed, throwing his napkin down. “Can’t turn my back for five fucking minutes.”

You stared between the two brothers, not exactly sure how to interject — whether or not you even should. Eris’s eyes slid to meet yours.

“I’m gonna have to deal with this before they start tearing chunks out of each other.” He said. “Damn youngsters need sorting out. I…I may not be back in time to join you…”

You balked. “You’re not seriously suggesting I attend this meeting alone?”

“Alone? Gods, no, I wouldn’t do that to you. Lucien will just have to take my place.”

“What?” The barked word came from both you and Lucien, your voices twining together and sounding like little more than a panicked bleat.

“Y/N can’t go alone, Lucien.” Eris shrugged. “And I’m needed elsewhere. You’re already here, and it’s my call — you’ll take my place. Please just accept it and don’t make me pull rank.”

“But I have—“

“Have what, Lucien? A flock of newborn birds to sing a lullaby to? I’m sure it can wait.” Eris stood from his seat, mussing Lucien’s hair, at which the younger brother scowled. “I’m going to get ready. The two of you will do brilliantly.”

He parted with nothing more than a kiss to your head and a wink, striding out of the room. And then it was just you and Lucien. Alone.

He avoided your gaze.

Fine. That was how he was going to play it.

⤲

It was just before he left that Eris discreetly pulled you into an unoccupied room at the inn, shoving what seemed to be an envelope into your hands. You frowned down at it, studying the Autumn Court insignia.

“What’s this?” You asked, fingers brushing the parchment.

“I need you to hand deliver that to somebody at the meeting.” He told you. “Not Lucien — you. The recipient is expecting me, so I’ll need you to explain the situation. Tell them the letter is from me.”

Your frown deepened. “Who’s it for?”

”I wouldn’t like to say…with the eyes and ears in this court.” His voice dropped a level. “But they have a bit of a preferred taste for jewellery — blue gemstones in particular.”

“…if this is a female you’re courting—”

“And failing that,” he didn’t seem to hear you, “just keep an eye out for the wings.”

“What? Wings—?”

“I really have to get going.” He brushed past you on hurried feet, tension coiled in his stance. “Try not to worry. I have every faith in you.”

“Wait—“ You blinked, following. “What do you mean wings?”

Eris turned in the doorway, an odd smile — one you couldn’t quite put a name to — pulling at his lips.

“Just trust me.” He said.

⤲

Lucien’s head fell back against the wall.

He could strangle Eris. Wrap his hands around his damn throat and strangle him. Or maybe bludgeon him with a large, heavy book. Take a scissor to all his favourite tailored suits–

He’d spent the last twenty minutes leaning against the wall and considering how he might get back at Eris for this. It had not, under any circumstances, been on Lucien’s radar to spend an evening playing courtier – something he usually kept himself far, far away from.

And much less at Y/N’s side, too.

It seemed like every time he tried to put distance between them, something brought them back together. The hamlet fire, her getting caught up in a storm on the hunt, and now this.

The Mother had to be up there somewhere, laughing at him. At both of them.

He sighed, pushing himself away from the wall. He’d been waiting absolutely fucking ages for her to get ready for the meeting, and he was tired of staring at the same patterned wallpaper that was starting to give him a headache.

He rapped on Y/N’s bedroom door briskly. And then strolled into the room like it was his own.

She was stood at the mirror, surveying her reflection – but she turned upon Lucien’s entrance, rounding on him with a face like thunder.

“You could have waited for me to welcome you in.” She snapped. “I might have been stark naked, for all you knew.”

Lucien shrugged, sliding his hands into his pockets and trying to keep such an image from his mind. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”

She scowled, turning back to the mirror and smoothing her hands over the black dress that covered her body – scarcely covered her body. Scraps of fabric was surely a more accurate description for what she wore, and Lucien found himself tracking the skin that was on show, tensing as he wandered further in and perched on the edge of the bed.

“What is that.” He said bluntly, eyeing the thin fabric pulled taut against her figure.

Her eyes met his in the mirror – eyes that were lined with kohl, cheeks dusted with rouge and lips that had been painted deliciously red. She looked every part the cunning courtier, a sight that would stop people in their tracks, no doubt, to gawk at her. At her face. Her body.

Lucien’s eyes, though, snagged on her hair. That tiny little braid he’d developed a strange obsession with. The feel of it pinched between his fingers–

“It’s a gown.” She replied shortly, tugging the dress down. “And before you say anything, Eris picked it out for me, so if I look ridiculous–”

“Which you do.” Wrong. She looked beautiful. Utterly divine–

Her shoulders tensed, and Lucien wanted to snatch the words back. He wasn’t trying to be nasty, it was just…lots of skin on show. Which he usually wouldn’t care about.

Only…he knew what those areas of her body, usually hidden, looked like. What they felt like. And he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about other people getting an eyeful.

He swallowed, trying to ignore the pinch of guilt he felt for his rude remark. “You just…look like you’d fit in more at the Night Court, that’s all. This is what the females there dress like.”

A strange expression took over her face that Lucien couldn’t quite get a read on. She pursed her lips, turning away from the mirror, her hands clasped tightly together. She looked more tense than normal, more wary.

“You’re nervous.” Lucien commented.

She shrugged, tried to play it off. “A bit. I’ve never done this before.”

“It’ll be fine. Just keep your ears open and your smart comments to yourself, and you won’t get us into trouble.”

She stared back at him, and he half expected her to throw one of those smart comments his way. But she merely furrowed her brow the slightest bit – and then looked away.

Clearly not in the mood for sparring, then.

“Let’s just go.” She mumbled, tugging a pair of heels on.

Lucien rose from the bed, holding out his hand. She avoided his gaze as she took it, and the two of them were lurched into momentary, swirling darkness, the air becoming considerably colder as they winnowed to the Middle. Right outside the Sacred Mountain.

It stood over them, huge and imposing and somewhat sentient. Something about it made a shiver course through Lucien’s body as they stumbled to a stop. Something cold and foreboding.

Or perhaps that was just the icy air.

“You’re going to be freezing in that hand towel you call a dress.” He commented, eyeing her once more. Some small part of him hoped for her to dig back, to insult him.

But she merely pulled her hand out of his, murmuring, “I’ll be fine.”

Lucien sighed to himself. It was going to be a long fucking night.

⤲

The next three hours — three gods-damned hours — served as a reminder as to why Lucien liked to avoid these things at all costs.

There was no denying the clear concern that he and everybody else there felt in regards to this Amarantha character. It was evident that each court had either heard of or encountered her in some way. And thus began the volleying back and forth as to whether she could be trusted. As to whether she spoke true on wanting to smooth things over between Prythian and Hybern.

Lucien thought not, but…by the time everyone’s shoulders had slumped and huge tables of food had appeared with the wave of a hand, he was done-in enough to agree to anything.

Which was why he didn’t much fancy himself as a courtier.

The general atmosphere of the room relaxed, and people were very quickly shucking off their courtier facades and falling into conversation with old friends from other courts. Even a bard appeared from somewhere, filling the huge, cavernous area with music. The meeting became a party in seconds.

Lucien returned to Y/N’s side, handing her a chalice that she accepted with barely a glance his way. Her attention was elsewhere — had been, in fact, since the meeting had finished. Pinned across the room.

She’d done well, he thought. Why she’d been so nervous, he wasn’t sure — for the most part, the small input she’d offered around the giant circular table had been logical and concise, and it had drawn some attention to her. Had inquisitive gazes snagging on her and people wondering who the beautiful, elusive courtier was that had come on behalf of the Autumn Court.

She was shaping up to be quite the pretty piece on the chess board that Beron navigated from his throne. It left a bitter taste in Lucien’s mouth. Hers, too.

He was surprised — and delighted — to see that his friend, Nuan, had been sent on behalf on the Dawn Court. For the most part, the role she played in High Lord Thesan’s court was that of his alchemist and master tinkerer; but, of course, she was just as valued as any other courtier. Lucien was tempted to stride over and talk to her, catch up with her, but he remained dutifully at Y/N’s side.

Y/N, who barely spoke a word to him. Who downed her wine like it was going out of fashion and kept her eyes peeled on that spot across the room.

Lucien followed her gaze — and almost rolled his eyes.

How typical, that what had caught her attention was the handsome male with the huge, membranous wings and the shadows snaking around him. The brilliant cobalt siphons that seemed to cast a blue glow around him. Or perhaps it was the tiny female at his side, with silver eyes and a look that could slice anyone in two.

The two Night Court representatives — Azriel, the shadowsinger and spymaster, and Amren, the…terrifying little second-in-command to the High Lord — were currently engaged in conversation with the two courtiers from the Day Court. But while the shadowsinger’s eyes remained solely on whoever he spoke to, those shadows kept him aware of the ins and outs of multiple other directions. Whispered to him, no doubt, about who was around. What was being said and done.

Lucien damn near started when his guarded, hazel gaze darted over to them — and landed straight on Y/N.

“Have you finished your wine already?” Lucien said — a pathetic attempt to drag her attention to him. “I’ll get you anoth—”

But Y/N was suddenly peeling from his side, mumbling beneath her breath. “Blue gemstones” was all Lucien caught before she was striding away from him without so much as a glance back. Striding towards the damn shadowsinger.

“What—” He started after her. “Hey.”

He’d met the spymaster a brief couple of times, but he knew only of him through rumour and tale; anybody with half a brain cell could grasp what an intimidating figure he cut. But word had it that those shadows whispered to him, fed him information. Word had it that those scarred, brutal hands had done unmentionable things.

And Y/N — the mouthiest, sassiest, most outspoken person he’d ever met — had just stopped right in front of the shadowsinger as if he were no more than a mewling kitten.

Lucien stopped by her side, clearing his throat. The female — Amren — was appraising both of them with a cocked eyebrow.

“Are you the shadowsinger?” Y/N asked.

Azriel’s lips seemed to twitch. “I am.” He inclined his head. “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure…”

“Y/N.” She offered him a hand. “The pleasure is all mine.”

The shadowsinger took her hand in his, pressing a chaste kiss to her fingers. Lucien watched from beside her, trying to ignore the way his shoulders tensed—

But it was as Azriel retracted his hand that Lucien found himself frowning. Could have sworn that a small, square piece of parchment had appeared in his palm that hadn’t been there moments before. One of his shadows coiled around him, seeming to stretch towards his ear. And then, as though Lucien had imagined the entire thing, Azriel was dipping his chin at him in greeting.

“Lucien.” He acknowledged him politely. “Good to see you. You remember Amren?”

The tiny, otherworldly being was hardly easy to forget. Lucien shot her an awkward smile — a smile that she looked like she wanted to devour whole.

“Nice dress, girl.” Amren’s gaze flicked over Y/N. She turned to Azriel. “Like something from Mor’s wardrobe.”

“Indeed.” Azriel’s eyes also appraised the gown clinging to Y/N’s body; Lucien wanted to rip those damn eyes out. A smooth, easy smile played on his lips. “Perhaps I could get you another drink?”

A smile as bright as sunlight lit up her face, and she nodded. “I’d like that very much.”

Lucien may as well have not been damn well been there as Azriel offered her his arm. He stepped aside, swallowing hard.

And as the shadowsinger led her away, it was the lightest she’d looked all night.

⤲

He wanted to leave. Get the fuck out of the mountain, and go back to the inn. Or better yet, back to the estate.

Anywhere he could put distance between himself and Y/N once more.

But the meeting-turned-feast-turned-party seemed to be unending. Drinks continued to flow and music continued to play, a loud mix of voices battling against it as conversations were had and laughter was shared.

And Y/N – Y/N was having a merry old time. Hadn’t left the shadowsinger’s side once.

It was all Lucien could do to glare at an insignificant spot on the mountain wall and pretend like he wasn’t eavesdropping on the conversation happening right beside him. But he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help feeling pissed off that the person he’d come to this damn thing with had barely spared him a glance.

“Grip that chalice any harder, boy,” Amren hummed quietly at his side, “and you’ll bend it out of shape.”

Lucien scowled, glancing down at her. She didn’t seem at all bothered that her companion, also, was busy with someone else. If anything, she seemed mildly…amused.

As though she was privy to something that Lucien was not.

With a sigh, he placed his drink down and turned his attention back to Y/N, wondering how soon he could acceptably drag her out of there. He cleared his throat loudly – to no avail.

“Have you been to the Autumn Court much?” She was asking Azriel, her eyes bright and wild.

Azriel shook his head. The way he stood with his hands clasped behind his back looked utterly unnatural to Lucien, and yet he was the picture of ease. Of darkness.

Did Y/N like darkness? He wasn’t sure. Wasn’t sure what she liked. He’d never asked–

“A few times.” Azriel answered, his voice a lilting song. “But not under…casual circumstances. I’m sure there’s much of it I’ve yet to see.”

“Indeed.” Y/N smiled. “It has some truly beautiful views.”

The spymaster’s hazel eyes flicked over her from head to toe, and his lips twitched. “That it does, lady.”

The attempt at flirting was so blatant – so pathetic – that Lucien wanted to roll his eyes. But it didn’t stop a splash of pink tinging Y/N’s cheeks. Didn’t stop her dipping her head to hide that blush behind her hair.

And when her braid fell forward, and Azriel’s eyes tracked the movement, Lucien damn near jumped between them.

He took a deep breath. Needed to get a grip. Maybe some fresh air–

But he also didn’t want to leave the two of them alone. Lest he come back and find them gone. The thought had him clenching his jaw, and he could have sworn that he heard a soft snort come from Amren.

“If you ever have cause to return to our court,” Y/N said. “I’d be delighted to show you around some of my favourite places.”

Azriel inclined his head. And looked annoyingly perfect whilst doing so. “I’d appreciate that. You know…I must say, I’m a little stunned.”

“Why’s that?”

“In my honest experience,” his eyes danced over to Lucien. Back to Y/N. “The Autumn Court usually snuffs out the fire in any female who tries to lead. Or even show some personality. And yet – here you are.”

True. It was so true. And yet, Lucien found himself wanting to rip into him for it. Not because he found issue with the statement, but because Azriel had been the one to make it. To comment on Y/N’s fire. Her brilliance.

And what had Lucien done that evening? Merely told her she looked ridiculous in her dress.

“I mean no offence, of course.” Azriel continued, the words aimed at Lucien; Lucien merely gave a stiff nod. “But she’s really something, is she not?”

Lucien was hot all over. He swallowed. Bit out, “That she is.”

Y/N, for what felt like the first time all evening, looked at Lucien. Her expression was unreadable, her brow slightly pinched. But the look was brief as she turned back to Azriel and smiled once more.

“A good friend of mine committed to training me.” She explained. “I would say he is responsible for keeping the fire going.”

Linden. The one who had given her purpose and reason. Who had wiped her tears. Who she’d trusted so much, she’d decided to give him her maidenhead. If Lucien met him, he thought he’d feel inclined to thank him.

Because that fire of hers…that brilliant, flaring fire…it made Lucien feel alive.

And what an inconvenient time to come to such a realisation.

He shook his thoughts away, zoning back in. And stiffened.

Whatever else the shadowsinger had said, he wasn’t sure – hadn’t caught it.

But Y/N threw her head back and laughed, her hand on Azriel’s shoulder.

Laughter that was trilling and melodious, that sounded clear as day and yet also smoky and raw. Had he ever even heard her laugh before?

No, he didn’t think he had.

Because he’d not exactly ever given her reason to laugh. To be anything but sullen and quiet – when they weren’t fucking, that was.

And yet here…here, she laughed. Unguarded and beautiful. And all because of Azriel the fucking shadowsinger.

Something twisted so abruptly in Lucien’s chest that he found himself stepping forward. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to run out of there – run from his feelings – and shout to the Mother about them, or…or challenge the damn spymaster to a fight for no good reason.

No. He couldn’t do that.

So he practically shoved himself between them and gritted out. “We should be going.”

Y/N blinked up at him. “What? Why?”

“Because we should.” He prised the chalice from her hands. “Come.”

She looked as though she wanted to protest, but Amren was also stepping forward, and never had Lucien been so glad to hear the terrifying female speak.

“Rhysand will be expecting us back soon, actually. It’s late.” She said. “And he’ll want a rundown of the meeting.”

Lucien nodded. “And we should also debrief, Y/N, so.”

Y/N had barely a chance to so much as blink as Lucien took her hand. Azriel stepped forward quickly, taking the other and kissing the back of it.

“It was a pleasure.” He said, stepping back again. “Perhaps we can write.”

Y/N opened her mouth–

And perhaps Lucien was a little bit of an asshole for doing so, but he winnowed the two of them out of there before she could speak her reply.

And no doubt, she’d give him hell for it.

But at least her attention would be on him.

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