Elain Confronts Rhysand
Snippet of the confrontation between Rhysand and Elain regarding Azriel, coming up in a few chapters. In the second half of this story, Elain is going to find some hellish agency and I can't wait for her thorns to come out.
Violet eyes met her own in a calculated calm laced with power.
“What I did,” Rhysand responded slowly, “was for the safety of this court. For the safety of you yourself-”
Elain unleashed herself.
“You know NOTHING of me” she cried out across the room, her voice piercing the silence of the hall. It rang out clear and high.
“- of what tethers me to this realm.”
Feyre's hand moved to cover her mouth her shock, in response to hearing such a sound from Elain.
“He was my friend”
The honesty, the emotion, in her tone, rippled through the room.
Elain’s voice began to break at that thought, at the loss, at words never spoken.
“He was the only one, of all of you who saw,” the confession spilled out of her, the first time she had ever admitted it aloud. To Azriel. To herself even.
“He saw what I was,” she did not falter,
“Beneath it all, beneath the nightmare cauldron Made me into, he saw- ” she threw a wild hand behind her towards the shadowsinger.
Elain took in a great shaking breath, and brought her hand back to clutch her own heart.
“He found me in my darkest hour, and every day,
every moment with him, brought me to light.”
She knew what she would say next. She looked into Rhysand’s violet eyes and pushed true intention into her gaze.
“You know what it is to share that with another.”
Elain turned her eyes to Feyre’s face, tears brimming her sister’s grey eyes as she listened, pain laced there.
Yes
her gaze whispered to her sister,
this hurts
this hurts anyone who has ever felt such a thing.
Rhysand’s violet eyes finally flashed with a trace of quiet realization.
Elain could feel her voice breaking with emotion but she didn’t care.
“He was perfect to me,” almost a whisper,
my lovely, fragile, lethal belladonna
“and you took him from me like a thief in the night”
Rhysand parted his lips to say something but the loneliness and need and want that lingered within her for a year shook the walls.
“I have asked for nothing, nothing from anyone in all my life,” a breath,
"except to have my own choice.”
The deafening need in her voice, the truth in that statement, that request, and how little it was to ask, hit Elain like a jolt to the heart. She felt it ring true throughout the room, and ache in the eyes of her entire family.
“It was the truest thing I have ever known” she whispered, knowing they could all hear.
“And you took it from me and made every moment ash in my fingers.”
Tears fell down her cheeks. Each one fell heavy, each weighted with truth. Elain could feel herself unravelling. But she would not break, not now with it all on the brink. So instead of unravelling, she steeled herself and allowed something cold, something like pity, to replace the sorrow in her eyes.
“how very little of love you must know to do such a thing." she said quietly.
Rhysand’s violet eyes guttered out and Elain knew she had won the battle.
How easy it was
Elain thought in that moment.
How easy it was to bring a High Lord to his knees,
not with any magic,
not with any weapons,
but with only the trueness of her own unblemished heart.
What Bloomed in the Darkgarden by ehoney on AO3
Multi-Chapter, Canon-Compliant, Updated every Monday.
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“Come on, Mangey.” Prim sighed, placing a hand on her hip as she grabbed the bridge of her nose. The mentioned fox tilted his head at the bat. “It's only three letters.”
“I thought he'd get ‘fly’ immediately.” Gnarly grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Considering that's what he does now.”
“He can say feelings just fine, but can't get fly.” Thorn mumbled, shifting slightly against Birdie. The group were relaxing in the treehouse, soaking in the warm sun.
Mangey was curled up in the newest member’s lap, a scruffy blue hedgehog with incredibly messy quills. They'd met him when the little fox had wandered off one day without letting any of them know. The hedgehog had found him asleep in a pile of mud and managed to bring him back to the group safe and sound.
“Maybe he's just not ready yet.” The hedgehog, Spirit, suggested. He was idly scratching the fox's ear, leaning against a tree. “I mean, I couldn't talk until I was thirteen.”
“Really?” Prim asked, let the hand on her nose fall to her side. “What got you talking?”
“I don't think there was a specific thing.” Spirit shrugged, “My brother and sister tried for years to get me to talk. Nothing different happened. I just couldn't talk one day and then the next it was the easiest thing in the world.”
“So you're saying we're gonna have to wait until he's thirteen for him to talk?” Gnarly asked, clearly not happy about waiting.
“Maybe. Or shorter or longer or maybe even never at all.” The teen looked down at the kit in his lap, smiling when he saw him sleepily rub his eyes. “He'll talk again when he's ready. Nothing we can do but wait.”
Mangey let out a squeaky yawn before deciding to fully curl into a ball atop the hedgehog’s lap. The soft petting made him sleepy.
Spirit smiled fondly at the kid, reaching over to grab a piece of fabric to use as a makeshift blanket.
“Guess we can't argue that.” Prim mumbled with a shrug, looking back over her shoulder. “Hangry’s been gone a while. I'm gonna go check on him.”
“I'll come with you.” Thorn decided, already on her feet before the bat could refuse her company. Prim went to question it, but stopped when she noticed Spirit was starting to drift off too.
“You come too, Gnarly.” She quietly said instead, motioning for the echidna to follow. He looked confused, but followed the girls with only a few grumbles.
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sorry for being inactive
As some of you know I've been working on my thorn prince comic, and the steamboat killie minigame
It's not very tiring I'm having lot's of fun accualy, drawing my beloved characters and writing out the scripts has been really relaxing, the coding and animating sprites for Steamboat killie has been pretty hard and the fact that This fucking thing didn't mark it as an error but as a "recommendation to change" (something deadass everyone on this beautiful greenearth ignores) should be a crime
I rewrote entire x_speed and y_speed because of this DAMN YOU GAME MAKER 2
But anyways What I'm trying to Say is despite being less active here I still do alot of stuff with oswald mickey and other rubber hose cartoons, you might see me a bit more on @flamethatprometeusstole because after a break my greek mythology intrest came back and has hit me harder than I expected
Thank you for reading
Have an oswald doodle
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Do you plan on making the Thorns and Thrones AU like an actual full fledged comic/fic or is it just gonna be tiny snippets of info and goofy comics about various part of the journey?
oh boy it would be a DREAM to do a full blown comic, but I think I’m content with mini comics and other doodles! I can pretend it’s a licensed hit with some fake screen caps and banger comic panels 😤💪✨
There’s a lot I want to try with this AU with different characters and scenarios, so choosing one solid storyline is tricky! I’m very indecisive and I like the freedom with the ‘choose your own adventure’ kind deal w a royalty/mystical themed AU 😅so I’ll stick with snippets
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