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In Spite of it All (Elain x Azriel) Part IV
A/N: It is the eve of Elriel month! Finally, we're back and starting with Elain's POV. Things are happening š¹ Enjoy!
Word Count: 6K
Summary: Bad always follows in the path of Good. After tension builds between Azriel and Elain, an unwelcome presence makes itself known at Rosehall.
Key: Positive and negative tension
Triggers: NSFW themes right off the bat but not much else. Relatively safe.
š·ļø: @downingg2001
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Teaser from beginning below!š
The strong scent of cedar graced Elainās nose, silently beckoning, calling her from her slumber. Even then, she hadnāt bothered to open her eyes. Hadnāt bothered to consider where the fragrance was coming from.
She was so comfortable.
Too comfortable to get up, too comfortable to move.
Perfect, this was perfect.
A heavy weight shifted from behind, pressing itself right up against her back. Another force had snaked around her waist, pulling her in firmly.
The abrupt movements pulled Elain back out of her dozing. Slowly fluttering her eyes open, she took in the view of the daylit room. Everything seemed normal. There was nothing there.
Her gaze cascaded down to her lower half, spotting a massive leathery wing lazily slumped across her midriff and off the side of the bed. All the way down to the floor.
Another shift from behind, skin and warm air met with the crook of her neck. Elain tensed, sucking in a breath as clarity finally came to mind. She recalled it all, what occurred just hours before, who sheād invited into her bedā
It was Azriel.
It was Azriel who was lying against her. Holding her close, skin on skin, back to front with no space in between. Enveloping her in his own warmth and in the safety of his grasp. Color rose onto Elainās cheeks as she laid there, silently enduring the skittering heat of his rhythmic breathing across her skin. With each warm wave, a shiver crept down her spine.
Hot. It was getting hot.
Elain couldnāt fight it. This male, who her heart still so viciously and unwaveringly ached for, had been so close. His skin on hers, his mouth against her neck, his arms around her waistā It was one of the ultimate expressions of intimacy.
It was getting too hot.
Her own festering arousal had doomed her from the start, the heat of it already beginning to pool down between her legs. And if Azriel scented it, if he woke up and smelled itā
They had never been this intimately close before. Not in this way. Everything last night, everything before, it was all for a reason. But this blatant touching, this unrestrained and subconscious touching was so like solstice nightā And yet, this wasā¦ This was so much better.
The taloned thumb of Azrielās wing twitched before the entire appendage moved upward, rendering Elain effectively clung onto and cocooned. Sheād been trapped in his arms and by extension, his own wing.
She couldnāt bear it. The embarrassment in the growing heat between her own legs. The race of her heart. The simmering of her skin to the touch, his touch. She had no choice. She had to escape thisā Escape before she might do something sheād regret.
Elain squirmed a little, hands reaching down to undo Azrielās hold on her. His thick arms, while firm in grip, had ultimately loosened just enough to barely let go of her. The male loosed a low groan against her neck, right into her ear.
The delightful sound of it, the mere feeling of the vibrations against her skinā
It was getting worse.
Her body, it all ached for him. Throbbed for him. The want, the need fought like hell against her whole being. The damning desire to wake him and let him do whatever he wanted with her, begging to resume what once couldāve been all those weeks agoā
Too hot. Its all too hot.
She had to go. She couldnāt make another mistake again. Couldnāt bear the thought of further ruining what had already been undone and done again.
Elain slipped out from under that large black wing, careful not to step on the remainder of the length of it that laid arced on the floor. Azriel shifted again on the bed, seemingly from the sudden loss of warmth. Of her warmth.
She fled into the bathroom. Quickly. Quietly. The door behind her clicked shut, followed by a series of soft panting from her. Biting her lip and pressing her shaking thighs together, she tried her best to calm her ravished body, so at odds with her addled mind.
This hunger she felt, this insatiable hungerā She couldnāt do this to herself. Not to Azriel. Not again. Not when her own feelings were responsible for solstice night. Not when it was her fault that she misunderstood their relationship. Not when it was a mistake before. She wouldnātā couldnāt dare make it again.
The guilt had practically swallowed Elain whole. Guilt for feeling this way. For allowing herself to feel for a male who didnāt even want her in the way she wanted him, to love a male of whom she shouldnāt.
For even allowing her own traitorous body to react to him this way, when all he had done was breathe down her neck. When all he was doing was sleeping. He couldnāt even have true peace in his own rest. Not from her. Not when she was around.
Elain pushed herself off the door as she strained to ignore the sizzling sensations that still remained, the ones that fought with her in every step she made.
Bending over the rim of the tub, she turned on the bath to get it running warm. She had to rinse off to clear her mind, to rid herself of the scent of her own arousal. And perhaps to hide from Azriel out of her own crippling anxiety. She could only hope that he hadnāt woken up yet. Let alone smelled it.
#acotar#elriel#pro elriel#elain x azriel#a court of thorns and roses#elriel fanfiction#elriel fanfic#elriel fic
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āand there she wasā
thereās something about the way that Azrielāwhoād been locked away and deprived of sunlight as a boyāthinks of Elain as the glowing sun at dawn that just drives me insane idk
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Itās SO ironic considering this exists from ACOWAR:
Theyāre just like Graysen, thinking that a mating bond is a legitimate claim of ownership in a way.
And by that logic, if Elain pursued anybody regardless of who they were while she is locked in this bond that she doesnāt even want, itās ācheatingā.
The Graysen Mentality, if you will.
The fact that some people think Elain is cheating on Lucien is absolutely INSANE.
THEY AREN'T TOGETHER.
#acotar#acowar#elain archeron#pro elriel#elriel#pro elain archeron#pro elain#Iām saying some of you really have the Graysen mentality and thatās an ick
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In Spite of it All (Elain x Azriel) Part III
A/N: This took much longer than expected but I think I tried to compensate with a slightly longer chapter š This addition alternates between Elain and Azās pov a little and kicks things up just a teensy bit. Also since this one is so long, I wonāt put a chunk of it below. Just the link to ao3.
Word count: 7.5K
Summary: Elain meets Azrielās mother and gets more accustomed to Rosehall. What now?
Key: Fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort
Triggers: Pretty safe. Slightly suggestive themes.
š·ļø: @downingg2001
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#elriel#acotar#pro elriel#elain archeron#elain x azriel#azriel shadowsinger#a court of thorns and roses#elriel fic#elriel fanfic#elriel fanfiction#acotar fanfiction
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this is my official announcement and formal warning that, following the inevitable announcement of Elain Archeronās book, I will be losing all chill and regressing into a feral, undomesticated, flea-ridden stan gnawing at the bars of my metaphorical enclosure.
No one will be safe. No theory post will go without an excited, and perhaps even incoherent, comment from me. I will be liking all the things. Devouring all the fanart. Screaming and screeching as my heart desires. I will not be tame about this and woe to those who try and stop me.
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Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children
YāALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.
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Lmao I was just thinking about what Elain would give Az as like the food for accepting a mating bond. (This is just for fun and ignores current canon)
Feyre over here with heated up canned (?) soup and Nesta, I believe, gave Cassian stale biscuits š
What would Elain give Az?
An old cookie?
Candy?
Cold food?
Or would they be the golden couple and her actually offer something appetizing, fresh, and made with love š
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Her devouring the sight of Az after saying that line as if sheās in utter disbelief that anyone, let alone Azriel himself would come for her to save her. š§āāļø
My heart has just shattered into tiny pieces thank you
thinking about when elain says "you came for me" at hybern's camp like my girl probably didn't think anyone would notice she was gone didn't think anyone would come after her :(
(they will never make me hate you elain <3)
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People try to make Elain out to be a puritan.
Like do they openly ignore that we donāt know Elainās true self?
Do they ignore the fact that she, yes like the aforementioned, basically made a sex joke outright to Azriel himself with those earplugs?
Do they ignore the fact that sheās had sex before with Grayson and came back the morning after āglowingā, as per Nestaās words?
And of course, do they ignore the fact that like the aforementioned, she was indeed aroused by Azrielās motions per her initiation?
That girl is absolutely down bad and this may seem somewhat extreme but when people say stuff like āsheād never be into him and his freaky sideā or have some trashy take revolving around Elain being sex repulsed toward only Azriel somehow, it almost seems like they infantilize her.
I donāt know man, but theyāll say absolutely anything to try to cleave distance between these two. Itās horrible.
Also if SJM indeed plans to have Elriel become canon, which Iām more than confident it is with our proof, odds are that Elain will be into that stuff. Why would SJM write Elriel in a way where Elain is uncomfortable with his prowess and preferences in the bedroom when theyāre supposed to be written as a healthy couple with a good and very dynamic, very well meshed relationship?
"Thereās no way Elain and Az are end game sheās not gonna be into the freaky, Gwynriel howeverā¦"
First of all, Elain gave her crush a cheeky yet useful Solstice gift to mute sex noises from his roommates and was then literally aroused when he touched her neck and people are out here acting like she isn't DTF?
Please make it make sense š
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Iām floored by the fact that Azriel only did anything, anything at all, because she initiated every time and gave him permission š«
It was souly because of her that he even tried to make a move. Souly because of her that he changed his mind in the heat of the moment, convincing himself that maybeā just maybe they could have a moment to themselves just for a singular night. That maybe it wasnāt so wrong. That maybe, because she wanted it too, that his feelings werenāt entirely invalid and horrid to have.
How can people hate that? How can people hate them?
All of this focus on Azrielās horny feelings for Elain, but can we please talk about how Elain completely led her moment with Az in the bonus chapter?
Elain closed the distance, and her breathing quickened as she again paused, now a scant foot away.
Azriel let his shadows whisk away the box as she said softly, "Put it on me?"
His head went quiet. But he took the necklace, opening the clasp as she exposed her back, sweeping her hair up in one hand to bare her long, creamy neck.
Azriel's fingers lingered at her nape, atop the first knob of her spine. Slowly, Elain pivoted into his touch. Until his palm lay flat against her neck.
"I should go," Elain said, but made no move to leave.
Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent. He'd beg on his knees for a chance to taste it.
Elain shuddered, drifting closer. So close one deep breath would brush her breasts against his chest.
āYes" Elain breathed, like she read the decision. Just this taste in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them.
Elain's mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut.
Offer and permission.
Girlie went for what she wants and Azriel, ever the gentleman, read her cues perfectly and only took what she offered. I love a couple built with respect and mutual attraction, thereās truly nothing hotter.
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ACOTAR Q+A:
āØš a ship others like but you don't?
šø a ship others dislike but you don't?
š your favorite canon couple?
š a ship you'd defend with your life?
š¤ a character others like but you don't?
š a character others dislike but you don't?
š·ļøa character you feel is underrated?
āļøa character you feel is overrated?
Oo Iāve never gotten one of these, letās do it!
š A ship others like but you donāt?
Gw*nriel Iām sorry lmao it gives me the genuine ick, like the creeps.
šø A ship others dislike but you donāt?
Not sure who dislikes this but Cass x Nesta x Azriel has me in a chokehold
š Your favorite canon couple?
Nessian but we all know who will take me by storm come next book
š A ship youād defend with your life?
Elriel all day everyday š¤
š¤ A character others like but you donāt?
Lucien š pass
š A character others dislike but you donāt?
Eris š„ sorry but the older brother is hotter and better, heās just that guy. Smash.
š·ļø A character you feel is underrated?
Kallias āļø
āļø A character you feel is overrated?
Tamlin, I just donāt see anymore hype for him that people see or want for him in the future š«
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In Spite of It All (Elain x Azriel) Part II
A/N: Itās finally done lol. This is Azrielās POV, starting off with a flashback so we can see his side of the story. Then after a certain point, we resume to the present.
Word count: 5.2K
Key: Angry Azriel and Angsty Azriel
Triggers: None really, pretty safe again.
It was midday when Azriel arrived at the House of Wind. Heād flown right into the living room, where ultimately, heād hoped no one was at the time.
Nesta and Cassian usually finished up training at this time of day. At least, on the weekends. As much as he loved his dear siblings, Azriel justā Lacked any capacity to linger and talk. Not right now.
He was utterly exhausted. After all, enduring a day of work with no more than three hours of sleep under his belt was no easy feat. At his luckiest, heād been able to squeeze in five hours of sleep a night. But of course, the night before was not such a night.
Before Azriel could even make way for the stairwell, the hearth in the center of the room lit ablaze. The House of Wind itself, the magical spectacle it had become, was inviting him to sit.
A cup of tea appeared on one of the tables by the warmth, right in front of the crimson chaise longue. The aroma he instantly recognizedā Lavender. Near the cup sat a teaspoon, a jar of honey, and a small pitcher full of hot milk.
The corner of his lips twitched in bemusement. Even the House knew how he was feeling, knew what he needed. Azriel stood there, reluctant to make a choice. He hadnāt eaten all day, hadnāt put anything in his system. But he was still exhaustedā
A small plate of fresh sugar cookies appeared by the tea. It seemed the House was trying its best to convince him, to coax him in. It was better than nothing, he supposed.
Azriel obliged, taking his time to sit down and mix his tea the way he liked it, even tasting one of the sugar cookies.
Truth be told, Azriel liked sweets quite a lot. Though he often refrained from eating them. Sometimes they were too sweet and others, he merely didnāt have a craving for them. His mood was more often than not the killer of his appetite for all things.
After a short time, Azriel had finished his tea and a number of the cookies. He stood, the assortment disappearing from the table as heād done so.
Theyāre coming. His shadows tickled at his ears as they relayed their findings. Theyāre coming.
Nesta and Cassian had finally finished their exercises for the day, it seemed. They were making their way up from the training pit, no doubt.
As expected, the mated pair entered the living room, bantering about whatever the topic was at hand. Then they saw him, appearing to be quite unsurprised. Perhaps they sensed him before they even made their way around the corner.
āAzriel,ā Nesta, dressed in training leathers and glistening in drying sweat, smiled at him in greeting. āYouāre back early.ā
The shadowsinger exchanged a bland smile in return, āI just flew in.ā His words were short as ever.
āAre you alright Az? You look like shit.ā Of course Cassian spouted his nonsense. He knew his brother was saying it out of concern, it was practically written all over his face. But if even he went through the trouble to say such a thing, Azriel really mustāve looked the part.
Nesta slapped her mateās arm as to scold him. She then faced Azriel in question, her brows scrunched slightly. After all of that, she too was waiting for an answer.
āIām fine.ā He looked away from them, eyes cast down to the carpet. āJust tired.ā Well, it wasnāt a lie but it wasnāt the whole truth either.
āAre you going upstairs?ā To sleep. Yes, she mustāve known that he would. She always did, the perceptive female.
Azriel merely nodded, tucking his wings in tight. Nesta hummed and pulled a stray hair behind her ear, āSo then you arenāt coming to dinner tonight? At the townhouse? Everyone will be there.ā
Fuck.
He shouldāve rememberedā Shouldāve expected the question no less. Silence filled the room amidst the crackling of the hearthās embers.
āI donāt think soā Not tonight.ā His tone was monotonous at best. He felt guilty about it. Azriel hadnāt seen the little babe in a while and admittedly missed his family butā¦
Nesta gave him a knowing look, the hint of sadness in her icy blue eyes had said it all. She knew exactly why he wasnāt going, aside from his obvious exhaustion.
She then gave him a comforting smile, āThatās okay. Go up and rest then. Sleep well.ā
Cassian crossed his arms, āI can bring you a plate if you want.ā He was serious. Perhaps he knew something was up too.
Azriel shook his head as he ascended the stairs, reassuring his brother that heāll be just fine without one. Cassian didnāt fight with him on the matter, knowing damn well not to, he supposed. Azriel knew how stubborn he was, hated himself for it in fact. But he couldnāt stop being that way. It was justā How he was.
When he made it into his room, he took notice of the folded towel that was placed neatly on his made bed, alongside the faint sound of running water from the bathroom. The House was back at it again. This time, he didnāt hesitate.
The steam of the bath had helped to relieve his aching body at leastā but not the pounding headache that had started in the middle of it. He was always prone to them, even more so now with the stress that he dealt with on a day to day basis. Of course, he had headache medicine but even thenā
His hazel eyes focused onto the small glass bottle that sat on the bedside table. The purple bow tied around the bottleās neck was virtually untouched. Unopened, judging by the fullness of the contents within it. Azriel had never opened it.
And now, beside the bottle laid the small box that was also given to him. Those earplugs. Regardless of how that night had transpired, how it spiraled so badly, heād kept them too.
Azriel sighed as he finished tying the strings on his night pants, sauntering over to lay on his bed afterwards. He laid on his bare stomach, bracing his head in his arms atop one of his silk pillows. He sprawled his massive wings and got comfortable, turning his head to eye the glass bottle of headache powder and the thin blue box beside it.
The male couldnāt help but stare, couldnāt help the urge to reach out and brush his fingers over the lid of the box that contained the ear plugs.
His heart hurt. It hurt so much. He couldnāt help how he felt, how he missed that beautiful and utterly perfect female.
āYou are to stay away from her.ā
Rhysā cruel and traitorous words echoed through the dark pits of his addled brain.
Even after his initial denial, after spitefully wishing to disobey his own High Lord outright, his own brotherā Azriel ultimately fell in line. Because he was High Lord, because of the hurt that he so vividly recalled seeing in Elainās eyes after his harsh words had struck her in the heart. Because he didnāt deserve her anyway.
No matter what, she was too good for him. Too good for that male, Lucien. Too good for anyone. No matter how much Azriel loved her and yearned for her touch, to be the subject of her smileā He couldnātā
He barely even had the heart to see her face after that night. And family dinnersā¦ Well, Elain was always there. She was the beating heart of the family in his eyes. Soft and ever giving, ever loving. She always worked endlessly to provide the best food and desserts to the ones she cared for.
And if Lucien was there too, oh he couldnāt stand it. The overwhelming scent of that bond. The stench of it. For whatever reason, it had always made him feel ill. Gave him headaches, physically sickened himā Made his own bowels churn. It was positively revolting to his nose. To his being.
And so he could never allow himself to stay long. To stay close by. As much as he wanted to, as much as he wanted to see the adorable heir that was his nephew. As much as he wanted to see Elain herself. It was why he so often skipped those lovely dinners. Why he so often distanced himself from his own loved ones, as much as it hurt.
In the time that he allowed his thoughts to pester his mind, to agonize over everything once again, his shadows had condensed around himā Enveloped him like bees protecting their hive from the harshness of the world. Azriel ignored them, ignored their whispers and mutterings as he closed his eyes. Sleep took him soon after.
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Read the rest here.
#acotar#elriel#pro elriel#elain x azriel#elain archeron#azriel shadowsinger#a court of thorns and roses#elriel fic#elriel fanfic
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I was thinking about Azās mother as of late and how we might see her character come to life in the next book and how she will incorporate into elrielās story. Thereās so many questions left unanswered about her.
I do wonder whatās wrong with her. The way that everything was written regarding Azrielās mom, itās almost seemed like, in some way, that she has some type of issue(s).
Rhys himself questioned if Azās mother had even considered coming āhereā, to the HoW library. A sanctuary for women who were commonly saved from abuse/assault/life and death situations etc.
Rhys also recounts that Azrielās brothers were legitimate sons, born from his father (a Lord) and his own wife. Hinting to the fact that Azriel was illegitimate himself, hence the nickname Bastard Born, his own mother was likely assaulted and she got pregnant with him afterward as a result.
Knowing Illyrian culture, his motherās wings were likely cut. It seems that she was trapped in the situation as long as Azriel was, I donāt think there was any hope for her safety either.
From Azās pov in his BC, his mind plagues itself with the thought that he looked too like his own father, too intimidating. He recalled his own mother cringing before his father just by crossing his own arms and opening his āhateful mouth.ā
As we know, Azriel is highly, highly protective of his mother. He actively shuts down any confrontation regarding her as a topic and even acts certain ways due to her influence on him growing up. He clearly stated in the HoFaS BC (I think) that she āis anything but awfulā.
Then thereās the mention of Rosehall and a āherā, likely being his mother living there in quiet refuge away from everyone.
I personally think that his mom doesnāt have wings anymore, which I (sounds terrible I know) hope she doesnāt. SJM hasnāt really experimented with a character actually having their wings fully cut and how itād affect them as a whole within acotar.
I also think that his mother may be mentally unstable in some way or just may be physically challenged somehow. Not to mention the fact that she might feel some type of way regarding how similar Azriel may look compared to his father, her abuser.
I donāt know what else though, your thoughts?
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So I was thinking about the bat boys and the sisters all having kids, of course if they all wanted to.
I personally thought Rhys and Feyre might have one other kid, probably a girl lol. One of each.
Now Cassian and Nestaā I think the fandom, from what Iāve seen, has collectively agreed that theyād be cursed with nothing but daughters. Cassian would be that girl dad.
As for Elain and Az (and ignoring current canon), I honestly think theyād try for one child and get surprised by having something like identical twins š
But boys? Girls? Identical or Fraternal twins? I donāt know š¤
I think it would be cute if they had identical boys, Az being a boy dad with possibly one daughter whoās his pride and joy too omg.
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Itās so freaking off putting to see them say stuff like that. Iāve seen so many of them say things along the lines of āI canāt wait for them to get it on within the shelves of the library!ā And Iām like š¤¢
These people have an obsession with Gwyn magically āhealingā (whatever the hell they intend to mean with that word because they throw it around like fuckin confetti too) and suddenly getting kinky with Az between the sheetsā oh sorry, between the shelves.
Like did we not see this girl go back into the library and refuse to come back out after the events of ACOSF? Sheās not ready for anything. She wants to stay in the library.
How insane and misunderstanding do you have to be of the severity and fragility of the situation that revolves around the library in order to openly insinuate that you want a character (who was a victim) getting it on all the sudden with another character (let alone a man) in her and other peopleās safe space?
Pretty damn creepy.
Listen I'm all for women empowerment but what the hell is wrong with people when they say they want to see kinky scenes with Gwynriel in the LIBRARY??
You mean the library the NC has set up solely to serve as a safe space for women who have been victims of SA?
A place where men aren't usually even allowed without permission?
This is why I just can't take that crackship seriously. There's just such a poor understanding of not just the characters themselves, but the entire concept and setting and storyline SJM has set up.
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This reminds me of when Elain got up early at one point and claimed she had something to do somewhere in Velaris and Feyre made note that she thought it was a lie or that Elain was hiding something.
āJust once, Lucien had said to me, during those days on the run. That was all he wantedāto see Elain only onceā¦ āIām going to see my sisters up at the House,ā I said to Lucienā¦āWould you like to come?ā Lucien weighed my offerāand the three males monitoring his every blink and breath. He only nodded. Another wise decisionā¦Azriel left us as we took to the skies, murmuring that he had some pressing business to attend toā¦ā-ACOWAR Ch. 15
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