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Okay, here is the workaround.
Basically, if you post a tag list using desktop, whether it's the OP or a reblog, it will break after 5 tags.
If you create it in mobile - it will work OP or reblog.
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Hope this helps everyone in the future when posting your fics with tag lists! Feel free to share this post and spread the word.
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Dear Lucien, Dear Elain: An Epistolary Fic (Chapter 5 Update)
Title: Dear Lucien, Dear Elain: An Epistolary Fic (Chapter V)
Rating: M
Summary:
“Perhaps you can speak them to me, if you so wish. I apologize if that is too forward, but I yearn to know you beyond simple pleasantries.
Yours truly,
Lucien
P.S. My lady, your secrets are always safe with me.”
Epistolary (adj., of a literary work) in the form of letters. After the winter solstice in ACOSF, Elain and Lucien exchange letters as a means to get to know each other away from prying eyes. This fic is a collection of those letters.
Author’s Note: CHAPTER UPDATE for our collab (me + @zenkindoflove)! We plan to have regular chapter updates on Mondays moving forward, as we have made some great progress on future chapters! P.S....did you catch the innuendos? ;)
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I’m delighted to hear that you are interested in accompanying me on my journey! Truth be told, I do not have enough experience of the world and the pleasures it has to offer to know what would satisfy me. I suppose, I will have to trust in your wealth of experience and your steady hand to guide me through these desires. I would welcome a long, thorough exploration, as my previous travels ended too soon for my liking. So, I think it would please me to spend sufficient time, discovering new sights and experiences, and some clever bouts of spontaneity, to the point that I am tired and sated.
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#elucien#elain x lucien#elucien fic#some serious victorian style flirting from elain#ariana and i are in love now
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Elain is a cuddler and Lucien is a living furnace.
This piece is a gift for my dear friends @separatist-apologist and @lucienarcheron 🧡
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Tag list: @whitedemon-ladydeath, @cauldronblssd, @goghwilde, @teddyhoneybear
The IC, Elain and Nesta, Eris, and Lucien are meeting at the Moonstone palace for a meeting. It's the first time Lucien and Eris have really been in close quarters to each other almost a century and are keeping their distance from one another. Elain is politely sitting alone on one end of the meeting hall with her hands in her lap, quietly wondering why they bothered to drag her up here.
During a recess Lucien and Feyre are in the middle of a discussion when she starts to get distracted by something.
She points to the left side of his face and asks, "What's wrong with your eye?"
Lucien furrows his brow. "By the Cauldron Feyre, what's wrong with your manners?"
She shakes her head. "No, there's something wrong with your left eye. It's like you're looking in two different directions. You don't notice that?"
With a flurry of clicks, Lucien rotates his eyes around in their sockets. His good eye moves easily, as it should, but his vision blurs as his left eye gets caught and repeatedly clicks in place. Feyre yelps and jumps back in her seat at the sight of the males eye seemingly going rogue in his head.
He winces with pain and closes both eyes. Great, now he has a headache starting. "Ah, I've gone too long without cleaning the gears. The works are mucked up." He clasps a hand over his good eye and slowly opens his lids. His left eye has stopped its assault on his senses.
Feyre leans in again. "You have to clean it? Why would it get dirty? How do you do that?"
"Well I don't produce tears in this eye to clean it naturally like a real eye. Dirt, dead skin, whatever other crap I get exposed to; it all just coats the metal and smears around as I move my eyes. The gold metal helps to prevent infection from settling in but I have to take it out every so often to give the eye and the socket a deep clean." At least that's the explanation Nuan gave him.
Feyre's eyes light up. "You can take the eye out?"
Lucien nods his head "Of course. I need to clean it and the socket periodically or else it gets jammed up like it is now. I guess I've been so busy I've been neglecting it."
Truthfully, this wasn't the only measure of self care he had been neglecting. Before he left the Band of Exiles manor to appear for this very meeting his hair was so greasy he kept it tied in a loose bun atop his head for days. His stubble was growing out to an annoying length and at one point he realized he had been living and sleeping in the same set of clothes for 2 straight days. Vassa complained about his lack of hygiene immediately but he knew it was getting bad when the gruff general Jurian said something.
He hates it when he lacks the energy to care for himself. He always preferred to dress nicely and at one point prided himself on his clean and untangled hair. Yet ever since the war had ended it was not uncommon for him to simply forget to complete basic tasks like eating and bathing. If it wasn't't for this meeting today he might still be wallowing in his own filth. However, he still forgot to maintain his enchanted prosthetic.
A grin spreads across her face. "I want to see you take it out!"
"Right now?"
"Yes!" She scooted her seat forward and officially invaded his personal space. He held up his free hand and pushed her away.
"Okay weirdo, you need to back up. If you get any closer you'll be sitting in my lap." Despite her obnoxious enthusiasm, her excitement reminded him of their days in the Spring Court. How they eventually found a playful camaraderie in each other. Pulling pranks and teasing each other. Life was so complicated and stressful, as it is now, yet it was so light hearted and fun, something he misses dearly.
He sighs through his nose and glances around the room. Her noise had brought on the attention of just about everyone else in attendance. Rhys glances over his shoulder and smirks at the pair, turning his attention away from his conversation with Eris who stands with his arms crossed near the entrance. He gives Lucien an impassive look, seemingly uninterested in whatever is going on.
He finds Cassian and Nesta standing together. Cassian casually tries not to seem intrigued by the prospect of Lucien taking out his eye while Nesta sneers in disgust at the idea of someone removing their eye from their head. She is turned towards them anyway.
Azriel is in conversation with Mor and Amren, the three stealing passive glances before returning to their discussion.
Finally his gaze lands on Elain. She is watching hesitantly, a look of concern spread across her face. Her eyes are wide and body language tense. Despite himself, he feels his mischievous nature spring to life.
"Okay, I can take it out."
A yelp of excitement is heard from Feyre and Cassian, the latter of whom receives a slap on the arm from Nesta. The trio conversing on the other side of the room look over with various shades of amusement. Azriel looks the least impressed, as he does with everything Lucien has to say or do. Rhys' shoulders shake with a chuckle while Eris furrows his brows and holds his chin between his fingers. This is the first time he has ever seen his youngest brother remove his prosthetic eye. In fact he's not sure Eris has seen him close enough to truly inspect the eye or the brutal scar that slashes down half of his face. Lucien thinks to himself, he'll surely be educated today.
Hidden by the whoops of excitement, Elain yelps in fear and covers her face with her hands, peeking out through her fingers and curling in on herself. He smiles to himself at her reaction. It may be mean to torture his mate like this but at this point, any attention from Elain is enough to make him happy.
He turns back to Feyre who waits with baited breath. Using his left hand, he opens his eye lids wide and looks to the ceiling. Then with his right, he grabs the gold orb between his thumb and forefinger. He gives a gentle yet firm pull, feeling the widest part of the orb pass through his eye lids. The magic connecting it to this brain pulls apart, leaving him truly blind to his left side. The room shifts as his depth perception changes, which does nothing to stave off his encroaching migraine. Regardless, he now holds his eye securely in his palm, his left eye lid lazily dropping down as he releases it.
Feyres smile is one for the books, absolutely enthralled by what just happened. "What does the inside of your eye socket look like?"
He lifts his eyelid gently to reveal a gold plating covering the cavern in his skull, small and fragile looking gears surround a case where his eye sits, allowing it to move. He opens his mouth to begin the truly fascinating explanation of how Nuan had mechanized the contraption in his skull when a wretching sound filled the room.
He moves his head in time to witness Eris duck from the room with a hand covering his mouth.
Laughter erupts from the other attendees, Lucien loudest of all. He drops his eye lid and points to where his brother was just tanding, hearty and deep laughter escaping him. The most genuine laughter he's experienced in a very long time. There is truly no better humor in the world than causing misery to a sibling. He feels a tear escape down his right cheek before he swipes it away, pausing his laughter to catch his breath. In his pause, a sweeter sound can be heard. The brightest, most amazing music he has ever been graced with fills his senses and he can feel the mating bond tighten slightly before releasing. It feels sated on his end, at least for now.
He turns his head to the sound and sees Elain in a similar position to himself, pointing to where Eris had been standing and giving a full belly laugh, doubled over in her chair. Her eyes are closed and tears stream down her cheeks. She pauses to catch her breath between teeth clenched in a wide smile.
Lucien forgets about Feyre sitting in front of him, asking questions. He forgets about his brother likely gagging in the bathroom down the hall. He forgets the dull, throbbing pain settling itself in his temples. All he knows is Elains laugh and smiling face. He wants to commit it to memory. He can't help but think of if he lost his other eye he'd be content to live the rest of his life doing whatever it takes to hear that sound every day.
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Okay but what if smokehounds is like a species and there are different breeds!!!
So we can have big giant Irish wolfhound types and then short floppy guys. And maybe some cute corgi types that are purely house pets to look cute AF. A smokehound of every cuteness and flavor!
@starsreminisce turned me on to this idea
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Being a courtier is hard work! So is wrangling those Pegasuses (especially the bitchy ones). Alexius can't help it if his muscles get hard and stiff. Just a nice rub down will do the trick.
And he's always down for a good jostle. He's so tight back there. Some strong, steady, persistent hands could really do the trick. 😉
Massage Fic + Did They or Didn't They for Eris and Alexius!
Oh anon, you are essentially asking for the biggest crime with Erixius - a fade to black. You are wicked.
Or maybe it can be interpreted as "did they or didn't they mean to touch me there?" Cause with these two, I could totally see Eris giving Alexius a massage for totally practical reasons of course! Maybe they're in a forced proximity situation where they're traveling together and Alexius injures his hamstring. And Eris is like I have some healing magic but for some reason he has to run his hands all up and down Alexius' ass and thigh to fix him 😏.
And Alexius is left feeling very horny and very confused because up until now Eris has only shown that Alexius annoys him and very much isn't responding to Alexius' incessant attempts to flirt.
*jots down notes*
Fanfic trope mashup
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The Fires of Eventide
A quiet evening. A secluded cottage in Spring.
Genre: Romance/Smut-but-Sweet
Post-canon Elucien fic.
Elucien Masterlist | AO3
Please do not copy or re-post this anywhere.
Special thanks to @lucienarcheron, @zenkindoflove, @crazy-ache, and @teddyhoneybear for their continued support of these posts. If you would like to be added to the taglist for any future works, please let me know.
Elain doesn’t immediately acknowledge his presence. She can feel it though: through the bond, and in the way her skin warms at the feeling of his mismatched gaze falling over her. No doubt he’s wearing his trademark smirk, too–amused by her struggle or her stubbornness, though she’s not sure which to call it yet.
It’s not a comfortable position to be caught in: though her Fae body is tougher than her human one, her knees still dig into the hard countertop as she slides her pan to the top shelf of the cottage kitchen’s cabinet. It was a mutual idea of theirs to have a private place to stay in Spring, and when they’d stumbled upon the little cottage crawling with vines tucked neatly against the woods with plenty of space for gardening, Elain had known they’d found their getaway.
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That Single Thread of Gold - Inspired by @eospaint lovely elucien piece here, Elain finds herself drawn to her mate before she can stop herself.
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That Single Thread of Gold [ Elucien ]
Prompt: Inspired by @eospaint lovely elucien piece here. I went a little nuts in the tags of it but then couldn't contain it and had to write this little fic! I love writing elucien being caught up in their awkward feelings stage. I hope you enjoy! | AO3
He told himself it was for the best if he didn't see her this time. It was almost always awkward. Tense. Lucien could do without the stress of their uncomfortable interactions this visit; he was here to see Feyre, after all. He had given Feyre enough notice that she would inform Elain and there would be no need for them to cross paths. They had no need to see each other, especially when she had clearly never expressed the desire to see him anyway.
So Lucien sat and waited in Feyre’s living room, let in by one of the twins. He sat and waited and tried not to let the crumpled pieces of his stupid heart hope. Tried not to set himself up for disappointment. His fingers drummed on his knees as he glanced towards the half open door, waiting for his friend to arrive.
Instead, her scent flooded his senses.
And then she appeared in the doorway.
Lucien didn’t know what to do with himself as she blinked at him in surprise, almost as shocked as he was that she was standing there.
Elain hadn’t even meant to stumble into the room. She knew he was coming today – Feyre had given her the heads up but – but something about her had been different today. Today felt different and she wasn’t sure why. Normally, Elain had no desire to meet him and allow herself to feel all the things she did whenever he was close. Normally, she was very good at being a coward and avoiding him.
But today…that tug of the bond had pulled her into the room before she could stop it or realize what was happening.
She stood by the door and blinked, then blinked again. Elain hadn’t even realized he was already here.
Lucien stood immediately and as anticipated, the expected awkwardness unfurled between them, quickly followed by that strained tension.
Touch. Taste. Claim.
Lucien fisted his hands by his side and instead bowed graciously, murmuring, “My lady.”
He said nothing more as his mate watched him, a muscle flexing in his jaw at her gaze, because here she was staring at him like she had no idea what to do with him and Lucien felt heat rise in his body. He swallowed, then cleared his throat and casually said, “I’m here to see Feyre. It seems she’s running a little late.”
“Oh.” is all Elain could think to reply and a flicker of emotion passed his expression quicker than she could read it. She licked her lips, her hands fisting in the folds of her dress and Elain couldn’t help but catalog every inch of him; she normally didn’t allow herself to look at him for too long and Elain wasn’t sure what it was this time around compelling her to take him in.
Was it because it had been a while since she’d seen him? Was it the lack of sleep? Was it the thread of gold that chafed at her whenever he was in the general vicinity? He always seemed to handle himself so well around her despite what Elain had heard about the mating bond doing to males; he always handled himself so well.
She wished he’d yell at her, if only once. So she had a reason to actually avoid him. So she had a reason to resist him, to be justified in cowering.
But no. He was always so polite.
Realizing a few moments had passed and she hadn’t said anything, Elain cleared her throat and said, “I’m not sure when Feyre will be back.”
Lucien tried not to fidget beneath her gaze despite the urge to shift on his feet. She’d never looked at him so directly before. It was unnerving him but Lucien didn’t let himself hope. He squashed down any possible emotions he could feel and instead nodded. “I understand. I’ll take my leave then.” he said and gave her a thin smile. “She knows where to find me.”
He didn’t allow himself another word and instead, took a step aiming to leave but – but then Elain took a step towards him and he froze.
All her senses went on high alert as Elain realized that she too had paused in that half step. A half step she had taken towards him before – long ago. Her eyes widened slightly and she watched as Lucien’s brows furrowed, his body strained as her pulse quickened beneath her skin, her heart pounding.
Lucien tilted his head, straightening, her reaction confusing him. “Is there something else I can help you with?” he asked tightly.
And it was Elain’s turn to swallow because she didn’t know. Was there something else he could help her with? She hadn’t been alone with him in – in a long while. She had made sure of it.
She went out of her way not to actively think about him, not to have him in her mind so he wouldn’t follow her in her dreams the way he did anyway on so many nights. But now he was here standing in front of her and she wasn't sure what to do with him.
Her pulse was fluttering and Elain wanted to be angry with him even though none of this was really his fault. She wanted to be mean to him even though he didn’t deserve it. She just wanted someone who sees how wretched she feels about it all. She wanted someone to see behind her stupid fake smiles and her distance from him. She wanted someone to understand why.
And the longer she stood staring at him, the more Lucien seemed to read her mind. That single thread of gold between them…he seemed to understand the whirlwind of feelings she was battling and his expression softened for a moment. Like he really did see.
Elain almost hated that even more but she wasn’t even sure why and the thought threatened to release tears she had no business showing in front of him. Her bottom lip trembled for a breath before she straightened and shook her head.
Lucien stood still for a moment then forced himself to take a step then another until he stood in front of her and slowly, held out his hand. Then waited.
Because he could feel her. He could hear her heart and Lucien couldn’t stop himself from trying to bring her comfort in some way. The instincts beneath his skin wouldn't let him walk away when he knew his mate was on the verge of tears, even when Lucien had no idea if he was the reason for them.
This fae life – this mating bond had been thrust on her and the way she had been pretending to adjust since then was one of the main reasons he never pushed. He felt her confusion, her inner turmoil. He knew what it was like to swallow it all and play pretend. The least he could do was allow himself to be the guiding light through the dark for her. Even if he wasn’t sure she’d want that from him. Lucien couldn’t help but offer.
Elain glanced down at his hand and she felt her throat tighten. They didn’t touch. They rarely even stood so close. Did she want to touch him? She didn’t know what his skin felt like but in her dreams – in her sleep she wondered – she felt like she knew –
Before she could let herself doubt any further and even as the battle of emotions threatened to swallow her whole, Elain couldn’t help but slowly, carefully slide her hand in his.
And it felt – it felt –
Elain felt herself take a breath. She waited for the discomfort. For the prickling anxiety that usually haunted her. For the wretchedness to snap at her heels.
But his hand was softer than she imagined. Strong, calloused – a warrior’s hand but – it didn’t feel bad at all. It felt…better than expected. It was gentle. Warm.
She glanced at him then away, suddenly embarrassed and truly not sure what to do with herself. He was so patient and it only made her feel so much worse about herself. She owed him nothing and he owed her nothing and yet…
Lucien only held out his other hand and Elain met his gaze as he gave her a small knowing smile.
Elain’s throat bobbed and even as she slid her other hand into his, she whispered, “Why?”
The simple question seemed to make Lucien’s shoulders sag because even to Elain, her one question asked about a hundred more. Why was he still here? Why did he still try with her? Why did she hesitate to even speak with him? Why did she hide?
Why? Why? Why?
“Because you looked like you needed some comfort.” he said quietly and shrugged. “And I know what it’s like to need a steady hand.”
And it was like he’d snatched the breath from her throat.
Had her sisters been right about what a mating bond could do for those blessed with one? About what her mate could do for her? Was it indeed a blessing then? Had she really only been hurting herself with her distance? She had only slid her hand in his, touching him so very lightly and yet…with this simple touch, Elain had found herself willing to stand in this room with him a little longer.
“A steady hand?” she repeated softly and the brush of his thumb against the back of her hand seemed involuntary.
“A steady hand and a good friend make all the difference.” he said and hoped his yearning wasn’t too obvious as she met his gaze again.
“A good friend?” she repeated once more and the corner of his mouth lifted, the movement highlighting his scar as he nodded.
“Indeed.”
A friend.
The thought seemed to hit Elain so suddenly and the sheer longing of it almost overwhelmed her.
A friend.
She needed one more than she could put into words and Elain could only stare at her mate. The rapid beating of her heart seemed so loud in the silence between them but for once, it was a comfortable silence.
Comfortable enough that Elain found herself asking so very quietly as roses bloomed on her cheeks, “Do you happen to know any good friends available?”
His lips twitched and Lucien was sure the rapid beating of his own heart now matched hers as he answered in that same quiet tone, “I daresay, I have the perfect person in mind.”
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I'm not sure if you're still doing those, butttt
Bathtub Fic x Sick/Injured or Scars Fic for Elucien 😁
For you…YES!!
Bathtub Fic & Sick/Injured or Scars
For the scene, I am going to take us to the Winter Court. Perhaps it is a part of their journey to Koschei or to explore her Seer powers—early in the relationship, with the barest shreds of trust between them—and somewhere along the travels, they encounter the infamous hot springs of Winter.
Picture mountains and snow and nuzzled deep within the white, icy forests lay natural hot springs. Lucien has been here of course from his emissary days. He explains the benefits and urges Elain that she simply must try out this particular hidden gem—that there is none like it in all of Pythian. She agrees nervously. And her eyes go wide as she watches Lucien begin to strip off all his clothes.
Elain blushed, turning around instantly. “What are you doing?” She squeaked. “Well, I’m certainly not going to get my clothes wet in this cold and the hot springs are best enjoyed naturally.” Lucien laughed and she could hear him kick off his shoes and pants behind her. Then the sound of water splashing as he entered, quickly followed by a near moan from Lucien’s lips. “Come on, Elain. It’s incredible. I promise I won’t look, lady. On my honor.”
It’s enough to make Elain bite her lip and consider. It did seem incredible. And she had dreamed of traveling the world her entire life. She couldn’t be a coward now that she was here. “Turn around!” She barked her command, and only once her mate confirmed he was indeed facing the other direction with his eyes closed did she begin to undo her dress, stockings, and boots. Without a single article of clothing, she raced into the water before the shivers overtook her body. And indeed it was amazing. A similar relaxed moan tumbled out of her mouth as she sank into the warm, steamy waters.
They were back to back, because Elain didn’t have the courage to do it any different. To bare herself to him. Not with the amount of desire she secretly harbored inside. Even if the water came up right to the swell of her breasts. But even like this, she could sense his smile. His comfort. They talked leisurely and at length. Now that they were finally spending time together, she was caught off guard by how easily he could make her laugh. It was at one particularly wicked joke that her body curved and her skin made contact with his back.
Immediately she felt the scars. Ridges upon ridges of marks across his back. They both flinched instantly. Elain from the surprise and Lucien no doubt from the sorrow and pain embedded deep with every scar.
There’s no other thought except concern surging through her veins as she whips around, breaking her own rules, to face his back. He is frozen, as if he’s been caught. Shame? Elain can’t stop the gasp as she takes in his whipped back. “Who—how—” She is shaking even if the water is so unnaturally hot, leaving her pale skin red with the heat.
“Punishment when I was Under the Mountain.” He answers. Elain reaches for his back, running her fingers across every single mark. He does not move. There’s so much she can see now. The history like a constellation across his shoulder blades and spine. The pain etched in his skin, one of loyalty and bravery and suffering, so much like the matching one on his eye. She can see the corded muscles taut with restraint. The curve of his ass just below the water’s surface. His long molten, red hair curtained over his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers. And she means it. She’s sorry for what happened. The primal, visceral part of the mating bond wants to avenge him. Wants to make it as if it never happened. And she’s sorry for all the distance she had once kept between them, when all he had were these scars to keep him company all this time.
Elain wraps her arms around his middle, fingers gliding over the defined abs of his stomach, one hand grazing against the strong, tone muscle of his chest. She kisses his shoulder, right at one of the scars. The another and another and another.
And maybe, just maybe, she’s working up the courage to spin him around and kiss him elsewhere.
#elucien#i need a hot springs full story immediately#this is so tender#i love protective elain#also love that they talked back to back
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Tom Hughes as Eris?!?! I see the vision. (I don’t want an acotar tv show by any means, but this fancast…)
*Art by Madschofield*
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Gone was the ill-suited black dress from the ball, replaced by a gown of amethyst velvet, her hair half-up and curling down to her waist. She glowed with good health.
Antis often dismiss Cassian's statement about how the Night Court's black drained the life out of Elain, questioning its significance. However, even Nesta acknowledged that the Night Court's black was ill-suited for her sister, observing that another color made her glow with good health—a color associated with another court.
The court her mate is heir to.
The sun personified. Powerful, lazy with grace, capable of kindness and wrath. Nearly as beautiful as Rhysand. And somehow—somehow colder than Kallias. His High Fae entourage was almost as large as ours, clad in similar robes of varying rich dyes—cobalt and crimson and amethyst—some with expertly kohl-lined eyes, all of them fit and gleaming with health.
And look, cobalt is one of them too. Elain has now worn two of these colors directly and if you want to argue, pink is a hue of crimson.
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🍂Elain🍃
𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦
𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴
𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴. 𝘐 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵
𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥
𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴
𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴
𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘐 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘉𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴
𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.
- 𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳
When I first saw efellana_illustrations beautiful, whimsical artwork, I knew I needed to see Elain in their style. They were so wonderful to work with, and I’m so happy with how this piece turned out💕 I think that this poem by Mary Oliver goes so well with this artwork, and Elain as a character in general, so I had to include it. Personally, I think Elain deserves to spend more time frolicking through the woods, getting up to all sorts of witchy business, talking with the birds, and gazing into mysterious golden orbs.
Art by efellana_illustrations on Instagram, commissioned by me 🫶🏻
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I understand the "I will die for you" ship dynamic, but what about the "I will not let you die, I will not let myself die- we will, at any cost, survive" kind of couple?
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