They Match Each Others Freak To A Degree That Is Dangerous To The Public

they match each other’s freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public

so are we all just working through our inboxes in tandem? kind of cute!

potentially unpopular opinion! i will always think nesta and feyre are the sisters who love each other the most, but they're equally protective towards elain because she's the part of each of them that feels the easiest to take care of.

“Cassian’s waiting for you, Nesta,” Azriel said-tone gentling. “Take off the mask.”

Another blink from Nesta. The silver fire banked a little. “Nyx is waiting too.”

Azriel and Nesta - Crescent City

Artist: @jodicreatesartwork

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

nesta had once again found herself staring at her reflection in the mirror, utterly numb at the sight of the eyes that stared back at her, accusing her of something. accusing her of everything. the sound of wings beating and the light thud of somebody’s arrival on the balcony coaxes her back to reality, and she glances out the window. it’s still bright outside; too early for cassian to have returned. and as far as she knows azriel hasn’t left yet. they seem to have taken up some kind of shift pattern to keep an eye on her between checking in on rhys – despite the fact that she can barely stand to be in the same room as either of them until dusk sets in and the silence becomes unbearable. not that any of them have very much to say; between three people they may just muster up a few sentences of conversation on a good night.

her footsteps are slow as she pads through the house, thoughts too foggy for her to be able to find haste, but a jolt of surprise runs through her when she finds her visitors. “ rhysand, what are you doing here? ” she’s surprised by the tone in her voice. it's a question she’s asked him often over the years, usually laced with pure aggravation, but today concern edges into her words. he didn’t like to see her at the best of times, much less the worst. ever since that day… she can tell that he has even less patience for her than usual. she doesn’t blame him for that. nesta has been avoiding him for the sake of his own peace, but the truth is that she can take anything he throws at her. in some ways, she welcomes it. it feels good for somebody to be as angry at her as she would usually be.

the emptiness nesta has felt in the past is nothing compared to this, but the sight of nyx exploring the rug fills a gap. still, her movements are measured when she sinks to the floor next to her nephew, as if she's afraid to startle the high lord. she is. but she can’t resist picking the small child up, pressing his full cheek to her hollow one, and inhaling his sweet scent. she cradles him close for a few moments before daring to look at his features. he looks like an angel, but when she looks back to his father all she sees is hell. “ i think az is upstairs somewhere – can i go and find him for you?” most likely he can use his gifts for that, but he doesn’t seem to be thinking for himself; much less anybody else.

THEY HAD ALL WATCHED HIM LIKE A HAWK FOR WEEKS , making sure he didn't drop off into the sidra or purposely fly into the sun. or some other sort of asinine thing to off himself. nyx meant more to him than life and if it was the only thing left of his wife , his mate , then he'd stay alive for that. for him. the baby cooed softly in his arms , ready for his 3 o'clock nap. thank the cauldron he was like clockwork. . . rhys set his son into his bassinet and kissed his forehead before leaving the room to let the boy nap. the river house was mostly empty now, the servants steering clear of him and giving him space. rhys wasn't sure if he loved it or hated it. . . but company had been full force for the first two weeks and then life had to resume for the rest. like a weight, rhys drops into the cushions of the couch in the least-formal living room. he can't remember the last time he has showered . . . or eaten. elain had made sure to keep some of his favorite items stocked in the kitchen but the high lord can't even bear walking through this house, let alone eating.

no, he needs to get the hell out of here. rhys decides in that moment that he's going to leave with nyx as soon as the child awakes in an hour and a half. it's the first time he's done anything with urgency.

an hour and a half later, they're both packed and nyx is bundled in a fluffy outfit given to him by mor. his tiny wings peek out the back and cheeks are already rosy from the temperature. " we're going to the house of wind, babe. just for a little while. " he tells the boy -- and with a kiss to his nose, rhys and nyx set off for the house. ( . . . ) a small gasp comes from the baby when they land on the balcony, rhys doing well to shield his face from any unnecessary wind. there are many rooms in the house and he knows it will have prepared for him. walking into the warmth, rhys sighs. it's not much to help his mood, but it's a change and it's needed. no one is going to mind they've come, except perhaps nesta. rhys barely has the strength to give it a second thought.

in the living room, rhys sits upon the fluffy rug and takes off nyx's tiny outfit, laying it on the couch. the house is quick with water and croissants on the coffee table next to where he's sitting on the floor , the ones with the tiny chocolate chips inside. sweet and savory ; something rhysand cannot resist. his stomach protests with want, though his mind is somewhere else and does not want. he knows the eldest archeron sister has come to find out what the noise was, but he doesn't care. he cannot care. his dull, violet eyes just watch nyx's reactions to finding he can grab the carpet and wiggle on his stomach, his tiny wings extending and tucking back in. @moondevoured