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blueiskewl · 9 months

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The 'Carnyx' Nightmare of the Roman Soldiers

The Carnyx was a brass musical instrument used as a psychological weapon of war by the ancient Celts between 300 BC and 200AD in western and central Europe and beyond.

The carnyx was once widespread throughout much of Europe, although only a dozen or so fragments are known to us.

It was carried by bands of Celtic mercenaries; it was present at the attack on the Greek sanctuary at Delphi in 279 BC; it defied Julius Caesar in Gaul; and it faced Claudius when he invaded Britain. They are even shown on a Buddhist sculpture in India, proof of the far-flung connections of the Iron Age world.

However, they were not only used by the Celts; they were also used by the Dacians in modern Romania. The term “Celtic” is a complicated one. The concept of a pan-European Celtic culture is a myth; rather, aspects of art and technology were shared across vast distances by diverse cultures. The carnyx was one example of this.

A 12-foot-long, thin bronze tube with right-angle bends on both ends made up the carnyx. The lower end ended in a mouthpiece, and the upper end flared out into a bell that was usually decorated to look like a wild boar’s had. Historians believe it had a tongue that flapped up and down, increasing the noise made by the instrument. The carnyx was played upright so that the boar’s head bell protruded well above the warriors’ heads. Its primary goal was to create more noise and confusion on the battlefield.

The Greek historian Polybius (206-126BC) was so impressed by the clamor of the Gallic army and the sound of the carnyx, he observed that “there were countless trumpeters and horn blowers and since the whole army was shouting its war cries at the same time there was such a confused sound that the noise seemed to come not only from the trumpeters and the soldiers but also from the countryside which was joining in the echo”.

And the Roman historian Diodorus Siculus wrote, “Their trumpets are also of a peculiar and barbaric kind which produce a harsh, reverberating sound suitable to the confusion of battle.”

Archaeologists discovered a hoard of ritually destroyed weapons in 2004, including a dozen swords, scabbards, spearheads, a shield, bronze helmets, an iron helmet shaped like a swan, a cauldron, animal remains, and seven carnyces. Before the Tintignac discovery, the remains of only five actual carnyces had been found.

The finest was unearthed in Deskford, Scotland in 1816. The Deskford carnyx only has the boar’s head bell and is missing the mane, tongue, and tubing. Images of Carnyx players have been found as well. A Roman denarius, dating from 48 BC bears a representation of a Carnyx. Three carnyx players are featured prominently on the Gundestrup Cauldron, which was found in a Danish peat bog.

One of the seven found at Tintignac, on the other hand, was almost entirely complete. The Tintignac Carnyx was broken into 40 pieces. When puzzled back together, it was found to be just an inch short of six feet long with a single missing section of the tube. The bell was a boar’s head with protruding tusks and large pointed ears. Once restored, the Tintignac Carnyx proved to be the first virtually complete carnyx ever found.

By Leman Altuntaş.

Music video by John Kenny.

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Animation Addicts Podcast #263: Disney Canon Tier Ranking- The Bronze Age | Rotoscopers

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irisharchaeology · 6 months

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This bronze pendant depicts the Celtic god Cernunnos & is based on an image found on the Gundestrup Cauldron. Typically depicted with a pair of horns or antlers, Cernunnos is thought to have been the god of nature & fertility. The pendant is available here: Cernunnos pendant

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lilac-witch · 3 months

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Euphoria - Helion x Reader

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Summary: Y/n and Helion spend their first morning together as a newly mated couple. Meaning: "intense excitement, happiness or elation" Word Count: 427 Warnings: 18+; mentions of nudity; implication of smut

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The Day Court had never felt warmer, more peaceful.

The sun filtered through the haphazardly closed curtains, a soft breeze disturbing the fabric. The warmth of the rays on Y/n's skin roused her from her dreams and woke up her senses.

A beautifully bronze, sculpted arm was wrapped around her waist, its partner acting as her pillow. Whisps of air met the back of Y/n's neck, cooling the warm skin.

Her mate.

Y/n turned gently onto her opposite side, wanting to see her mate's beauty up close in the morning light.

And Cauldron was Helion beautiful.

Y/n felt her breath catch in her throat. His black locks fell elegantly over his shoulder, although slightly mussed from the night before. And his face... he looked so relaxed.

She lifted a pale hand to smooth over his brow, her white skin a striking contrast against his. Like the sun and the moon.

"it's rude to stare, you know."

A smirk was now present on Helion's face. Smug bastard.

"Is it a crime to admire one's mate?"

Helion's eyes fluttered open, revealing those golden orbs to the world. To her, he could have been a god. One she would happily follow to the ends of the world.

"I suppose not..." Helion drawled, bringing a finger to run up and down her spine, his wrist grazing the side of her bare back. "But since you ogle me, I feel it's only right I do the same."

Y/n flushed under the intensity of his gaze.

"I wasn't ogling you... Simply gazing."

Helion's smirk only grew at her flushed state.

"You know, I thought you were a vision in gold, but I think I prefer you in pink, mate," he said, dragging his hands over her skin. Skin which was quickly turning pink.

"Is that so, High Lord?"

His smile exploded at her words, brightening the room even further

"I believe so, High Lady."

"So, what do you plan to do about it?" Y/n asked, lower lip catching between her teeth.

She tracked his movements, watching as his large hand disappeared beneath the black, silk blanket that covered their naked skin, and released a small gasp when it settled on her butt.

"I think we should re-enact last night's performance. After all, it would only be appropriate to arrive fashionably late to our mating party, my lady," Helion drawled, sending a small smack to her behind.

Y/n could only laugh as her mate flipped them over before disappearing underneath the covers.

Late they would be indeed.

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Two posts in one day! Hoping to have more ready for the rest of the week ;)

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danikamariewrites · 11 months

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Taken (part 1)

Cassian x f!reader

A/n: I realized I haven't written much for Cass so I decided he gets a two-parter

You can read part 2 here

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, violence, Beron Vanserra being a dick

The room had gone silent, there was a slight ringing in Cassian's ears. Someone had taken you. Someone had taken you from your home. And he wasn’t there to protect you or stop it or kill the person who dared touch you. You’re his mate, and he failed at the one job he had, protecting you.

“Cassian,” Rhys spoke softly, noticing Cassian's hands were curled into fists at his sides. The red siphons strapped to the back of his hands were glowing as his rage simmered. “We will get her back. Whatever it takes. Azriel should be back soon, he said he has a lead.”

He knew what you would say to him if you were here right now. ‘Don’t worry Cass I’m fine. I can handle myself.’ He knew you could. He had been training you since the mating bond snapped. But you didn’t grow up like him. Training every day, honing your body into a weapon.

You grew up studying history, learning languages, and everything about the courts of Prythian. Your mind was strong. You were witty and the smartest person he’d ever met.

Cassian always joked that he was the brawn to your brains and that’s why the cauldron had mated you. But smarts didn’t always get you out of a sticky situation.

Azriel burst through the door, Feyre and Mor on his heels. Cassian turns to face his brother, his rage nearly boiling under his skin. “Who. Took. Her.” He demanded through gritted teeth.

Azriel took a cautious step forward, putting on the mask of Spymaster, attempting to remove his personal feelings from the situation. “Y/n put up one hell of a fight. The house was a mess but I was able to recover this,” Azriel holds out an armored shoulder plate in his scarred hand. “She knew to leave a clue, Cassian. We’re going to find her.”

Cassian took the armor from his brother, examining it. It was bronze, with the insignia of Berons personal hit squad carved on the curve of the metal. Rhys rounds the corner of his desk to examine it.

“Get Nesta and the Valkyries ready, you two get ready as well,” he says to his mate and Mor. “We need to form a plan,” Rhys commands. “No!” Cassian's booming voice echoes around the office. His family pauses, waiting for him to explode.

He shoves the armor into Rhys’ chest. “I’m not fucking waiting for you. I’m going ahead. I’ll see what we’re dealing with.” He stomps towards the door, Azriel stepping in his way. “Cassian, you know how bad of an idea that is.” Cassian growls at his brother but Azriel doesn’t back down.

“I hate to do this Cass,” Rhys starts, Cassian’s back stays turned to him, “but Az is right. As your High Lord, I am ordering you to wait until we are prepared to leave.”

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You heard a door open and shut echo across the cavernous dungeon, and a male's angry voice muffled by whispers. You didn't dare open your eyes out of fear the guard stationed at your cell door would announce it. So you lay on the floor, pretending to be unconscious.

It was better to catch people off guard when you could, Cassian taught you that. Cassian! Judging by the small amount of sunlight coming in through the tiny window in the cell, it was late and he had to know you were missing by now.

You had tried to reach out to him through the bond a few times but it was no use. Your abductors had used a lot of Fae Bane to subdue you, and the wards around the Forest House were strong. Beron was a very paranoid person and left nothing to chance.

The male's heavy footsteps approach, accompanied by two other pairs. You tried not to let the scent of your fear be known. “Open the door.” You know that voice. Beron had come to see you himself. Something had to be going on if he was desperate enough to have you kidnapped.

He entered the cell, crouching over you. He grabbed your face, squeezing hard. Your eyes fly open, anger overtakes your features as you struggle to get away. He pulls you into a standing position as he looks down at you. “Now, now y/n. You should know better than to struggle.” you stop, your breathing heavy. You weren't an idiot. You wanted to live long enough to attempt an escape, so you'd obey for now.

Beron roughly pushes your face, letting go. Never breaking eye contact you growl out, “What do you want?” He backhands you across your face so hard you fall, hitting the stone floor. Recovering quickly you scramble away from the High Lord of Autumn clutching at your face. You could feel a large bruise forming.

He stands scowling at you, “It's too early to be taking that tone with me y/n. But I will sate your curiosity.” you push into the damp stone wall, hoping you'd fall through it and escape.

“You are Rhysands go-to for translating languages and whatnot.” ok, so he knew your job title. Big deal. “I've come across something rather rare, my people have looked at it but the incompetent fools failed at translating it. You will translate it for me.” He stares down at you expectantly.

It's clear the other High Lords didn't know about Beron's little find, but you had to make sure. “I take it the other High Lords are unaware of this.” He huffs out a laugh. “No, and it will stay that way. You do serve another purpose being here though.” you tilt your head giving him a curious look.

“Your little inner circle is keeping secrets. I didn't think Rhysand would be so careless but alas, I found this in my idiotic son's study.” Beron takes a crumpled piece of paper from his breast pocket holding it out to you. You lean forward slightly to make out the message.

Shit. That was one of the first letters between Rhys and Eris after Hybern. Shit, shit, shit. And Beron knows they’ll show up for you. It's not a secret you and Cassian are mates. Shit. This is a trap. And you're the bait.

The panic showed on your face as Beron smirked at you, knowing he won. He turns to leave, saying, “I'll send guards for you when I'm ready.” The cell door slammed shut and the guard went back to his watch position as Beron and the other two walked away. He was going to leave you here all night. Just to emphasize how powerless you were in this whole situation.

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By the time the plan was set and everyone was armed to the teeth Cassian was fuming. Too much time had passed for his liking. He was going out of his mind, thinking of all the negative what-ifs. And he couldn't feel you down the bond.

He had reached out a million times and nothing. It was still there but that wasn't enough for Cassian. If he kept thinking about it he was going to be sick.

Rhys’ voice broke him from his thoughts, “You know what your assignments are. We have no room for error. And remember, this could very well be a trap we're walking into. So stay alert.” Everyone nodded.

The plan was that Azriel would winnow in first, then send the all-clear to Rhys for Feyre and Nesta, then Mor and Emerie. And he and Rhys last. They would sneak into the Forest House from four different spots. Nesta and Emerie would take out guards where they could. Mor, Feyre, and Rhys would keep trouble off their backs and find Eris. And He and Azriel would head for the dungeons to get you out.

Rhys grabbed Cassian's arm. The world fell away, darkness consumed his sight, and then the forest of Autumn bathed in moonlight was around him. The air smelled crisp and earthy.

He took a deep breath and followed his brother toward the Forest House.

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You couldn't sleep. You tried different spots on the floor but your anxiety kept your heart pounding at the thought of Beron coming back for you.

You were sitting against the wall, knees pulled into your chest. The guard had yelled at you an hour ago for fidgeting too much, so you've been sitting in this position since. You didn't want to see what he would do if you moved around again.

You began absent-mindedly running your fingers against the stone wall. On your second pass over a certain spot, your finger caught slightly. You ran your finger over the spot again. And traced the crack in the wall up and over.

Laying your palm over the space you felt a slight breeze. This wasn't just a crack in the stone, it was a door to a secret passage. At that moment something in your brain clicked. You've studied every High Lord in Prythian, even the layouts of their houses.

You knew exactly where this passage led. The guard was your only problem. You could do this. Cassian taught you how to sneak up on people. You just had to stay calm.

You moved into a crouching position and slowly made your way over to the bars. His quarterstaff was held lax at his side. You stuck a hand through the bars grabbing the staff. Before he knew what was happening you brought the staff up to his throat. Grabbing the other end you pulled him against the bars, choking him until he passed out. You let him down slowly, so his body didn't make noise.

You push and push against the secret door. After a few minutes, it finally gives in. You start crawling in the dark and dusty passageway. It clearly hadn't been used in centuries.

You didn't want to get ahead of yourself, but this escape route was looking promising.

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thesilicontribesman · 10 months

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Details from Prehistoric Buckets and Cauldrons, St Fagans National Museum of History, Cardiff, Wales

#ice age #stone age #bronze age #copper age #iron age #neolithic #mesolithic #calcholithic #paleolithic #prehistory #bucket #cauldron #metalwork #iron age metalwork #ancient design #ancient craft

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minicoffee00 · 8 months

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Fast Changes Part 1 - Azriel x Reader

Plot: You are Feyre’s younger twin and get sent into the Cauldron with your sisters coming out as high fae. What happens on this journey

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Assault, Nakedness in Public, Angst

I was so happy compared to Nesta when Feyre came back, I hadn’t much care that she had come back with pointed ears, brighter eyes and now much taller than me.

I found it rather odd on my return home that there were no servants helping Elain tend to her garden or cooking through the window of the kitchen or wiping down the windows outside.

It was always busy and thriving at the house now that they had money.

Tamlin hadn’t managed to glamour me as I wasn’t in the house when he came to claim Feyre and I only could remember my anger from that night, having my sister taken from me, when Nesta told me the truth of what happened.

I had tried to follow Feyre, and had gotten over the wall, but as I crossed I was attacked, a scar now down my face showing just how I’d survived, how I couldn’t remember, only woke up on the mortal side of the wall.

After that, Nesta refused to let me leave the house, forbade it ‘as an older sister you will listen to me Y/an, it’s for you own safety. We don’t know what the tensions are like there right now’ she would tell me.

The second time Feyre came back, I saw my sister and attempted to follow her back when she left, only to be yelled at by Nesta and Elain to stay with them, with MY family.

So seeing Feyre, my twin, was like a breathe of fresh air. Even despite the now different features!

So when I’d walked into the seemingly empty house, I travelled straight to the dining room, not being quiet. Everyone heard me before they saw anything.

Azriel, Rhysand and Cassian had all been alert at the sound of the door.

I had thrown myself straight at Feyre when i walked in the door seeing her sat around the table.

The three large Illyrian men stood right up, ready to protect their brother’s mate. As Azriel watched her, his shadows perked up, which furthered him to take his dagger out seeing this as a sign that this small human was a danger.

“Feyre, why did you leave” I sobbed to her. Pulling her in close as I sunk to my knees.

“I had to, and now this place is no longer welcoming to me and my kind. I’m so sorry Sugar” she mumbles.

“Spice, why are they watching us” I mumbled to my sister watching the three men watch the interaction ahead.

“Rhys, Az, Cas, this is my younger sister. These are friends from the Night Court, where I reside now. Oh it’s beautiful. You must come see it eventually. Sorry about them, they just were worried you were an intruder” she introduces, showing me off to the three men.

Azriel couldn’t take his eyes off her, it was like he couldn’t not look. The way her honey bronze hair, the darkest out of all the sister was wispy from wherever she had been out in the colder air, and her light brown eyes, that almost looked like the sun.

“Hello, my name is Y/N. You really couldn’t tell I was her sister?” I asked shyly, I knew Feyre had gone through changes now that she was somehow Fae, but all of her beautiful features were enhanced making me look plain and boring stood next to her.

“Sorry we were only concerned, we will protect Feyre at any cost” Rhysand I think, as I remembered his name, chimed in making me nod slowly and take the only available seat on the table.

Elain was tense, holding her fork tightly. So I rested my hand on her thigh, tapping as a calming action. She dropped the fork immediately looking towards me, a smile drawn on her face happy to have me back in the house.

“How did you get that scar?” Azriel asks bluntly making my head shoot up, a look of shock on my face.

“AZRIEL! That’s rude” Cassian scolds, his raised voice not making Elain jump like it would have if I hadn’t had a comforting hand in her slightly sweaty one.

“I’m also, intruded Sugar. How’d you get it” Feyre pokes looking at me. I hated how she could always get me to admit to anything, but not this time. I didn’t want her to worry about me being reckless while she was gone.

“It’s nothing” I grumbled

“Nothing, that looks like it comes from the talons of a Naga” Cassian laughs observing my face, a breath releases from me that I didn’t realise I was holding.

“I found her covered in blood, left on our side of the wall, so you tell me. It wasn’t nothing Y/N and you shouldn’t have decided to run after Feyre. Silly child” Nesta scolds.

But all of a sudden my memories come back clearly. I see myself cross the wall, fight against a black snake like create, managing to kill one with the dagger (infused in ash) in my hand, however the other two overpowered my body. His talons swiped down, mauling my face, which caused the scar now there. The creature went for a second strike until a red haired Fae, came and killed the other two. I’d passed out by then, but that male had saved me.

Azriel had watched as she froze, his and Feyre’s heads snapped to Rhys who was looking at the sister with such intensity.

All of a sudden both her hands slap against the table gripping the white cloth. Elain noticed and reached forward touching her sisters arm comfortingly but nothing could seem to wake her from her frozen state.

“WHAT WAS THAT” I roared looking over to Rhys, I didn’t know how but I knew it was him.

“I’m sorry, I had to make sure it wasn’t something bad that could be infected and hurting you right now. You were aware of my presence?” He asked me shocked.

“I just saw the memories that I didn’t even know I had. You tell me” I sass, a small chuckle coming from Azriel and Cassian.

“As much as I love all this reliving memories of times my sister nearly died because of my other sisters stupidity. I have a question for you Feyre” Nesta asks in her usual annoyed tone.

“Go ahead Nes” Feyre smiles tightly. She looks over at me, I shake my head almost begging her not to entertain this.

“Is there something wrong with our food?” She asks and I watch as Feyre takes another bite, trying to reign back the displeased look on her face.

“No”

“Feyre, don’t eat it if you can’t. I’m sorry we don’t have” I start but of course am interrupted by my sister.

“So you can’t eat normal food anymore, or are you just too good for it” she questions a sly look on her face, one saying that Feyre wasn’t the only displeased one at the table, and something told me, it wasn’t to do with Nestas nearly empty plate of food.

Rhys dropped his fork, making Elain flinch and grab for my hand which I happily took in mine lightly.

“I can eat, drink, fuck and fight just as well as I did before. Better, even” Feyre grits out making me gasp, this wasn’t my sister. She wasn’t spiteful or hateful towards us. Elain had no reaction other than looking down, Cassian choked on his water he had started to chug out of nerves. I watched Azriel as he shifted more towards my oldest sister ready to get between then bickering.

A loud laugh rang over the table from Nesta. I stopped listening after that. After hearing a small ‘ Nesta Please ‘ come from an uncomfortable Elain next to me, I got up from the table, my chair screeching as I did. Chucking my cutlery on the plate, making a clanking sound that had everyone’s head turning before I stormed out the house.

“WAIT, Y/N Im sorry” Feyre cries from in the house.

Azriel had made a silent agreement with Rhys to go check on the youngest sister, he wasn’t even sure why he offered, maybe it was because no-one else did and they all continued to argue. He heard what Feyre and her twin had to do to keep the family going in their years of poverty. He felt bad for them, knowing what that fight, everyday to survive felt like.

“Y/N” Azriel called out into the darker gardens, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl.

“Who are you?” I ask, looking down at him, I was up in a tree. One that I always would climb when I was little to escape my mothers wrath.

“I’m Azriel, Spymaster of the Night Court. I’m a shadowsinger” he says looking up at me with a glint in his eye.

He was shocked, normally his shadows would have told him she was hiding up in the tree, but they were just silently watching her. They were swinging around, more active with an excited buzz to them.

“Why has Feyre become so …” I start not even having the words.

“We’ll im not sure what your sister was like before but she experienced a lot when she and Rhysand were held captive Under the Mountain. She saved us all, and gave her life for it. And in return she was give this immortal life” Azriel explained to me, I watched as he sat down at the base of the tree, I stayed perched up on the dip that I’d been sat in.

“What happened?” I ask, intrigued.

“That’s unfortunately not my story to tell, you’ll have to talk to your sister. She talks about you al the time you know” he says his shadows reaching up curling around the base of my legs that were hanging down. It made me gasp, the reaction causing him to look up and call back the shadows with a little struggle.

“I’ll never be able to come into your lands, I won’t ever see her again” I say sadly, knowing my sister was now a part of them, the night court.

“Your welcome into our court anytime. We can offer you protection while there too” he smiles softly, and this was the first time that I could fully take in just how beautiful this man really was. His hazel eyes shone brighter in the moonlight that had slowly been rising, and his smile… it created dimples that sent small flutters in my stomach as I knew that smile was directed at me.

“Come, lets go back to your sister” he says to me again just as softly as the time before. He reaches up, a silent offering to help me down. I nod, and he grabs onto either side of my waist helping me down from the last little bit of the tree that I’d slowly been moving down through our whole conversation.

He sets me down on the ground softly before holding a hand out to me. I look down from his hand to my own, and then back up at my own. He starts to pull his hand away, until I grab it, interlocking my fingers with his own. A small gasp of shock comes from his now open mouth making a small giggle come from me.

“What?” I ask

“I’m sorry, I know they probably don’t feel nice and look a state” he says looking down awkwardly, a frown now taking over my face.

“I think they feel lovely, firm like you won’t let go of me, and they have a story to tell. One that is behind the pretty hazel eyes of yours that you aren’t ready to tell me yet, but that’s okay. I like your hands” I say grabbing his other one facing fully towards him, holding his hand up to my cheek.

I place his palm flat against the side of my face, leaning into it with a sigh. I open my eyes and he is frozen just watching me with a look of longing and pain in them, but it’s gone before I can even question it.

I take his hand away, holding it down to my side coming back into the house and straight to the dining room.

By the time she had got back, Feyre, Cassian and Rhys were stood waiting for Azriel so that they could depart. They had managed to convince Nesta that they would attempt to communicate with the queens.

“Please don’t leave” I mutter to Feyre gripping her hand, tears threatening to spill from my eyes, I tried to hold them in, but the longer I did the more they built up in my waterline, like a damn waiting to burst its banks.

“You know this realm is no longer kind to me and that I cannot stay here safely. The night court is my home now” Feyre says, trying not to make her voice sound too harsh.

“This will always be a home for you, no matter what the others think” I whisper looking into her eyes, they weren’t the eyes of the twin I once knew. No they held pain now, more than I’d ever experienced, and distrust in almost everything. But there was also joy, and this sense of newness that she couldn’t quite understand.

“I know this is hard for you to accept. But I’m with them now” Feyre says a serious tone in her voice that makes me take a step back.

“Fine” I grunt out turning my back on her and stepping towards Elain, the only comfort I really wanted right now.

#azriel #acomaf #acotar #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #acowar #feyre acotar #azriel x reader #fanfic #acotar fanfiction

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