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time has never been on their side. every last second they have together feels fleeting, like at any moment they will be torn apart from each other once again. it's a trap. as soon as azriel found where hybern was keeping feyre's sisters, rhysand knew exactly what they'd be facing. he spent the night running through every possible outcome in his head, trying to think up any sort of plan, any advantages they might have. only to realize just how doomed their chances are.

his chest tightens, yearning for the will to stop the clock: to stay in this moment for just a little longer, to soak up a time where it is just them. a hand curls at the nape of her neck, his other arm snaking around feyre's waist to close the space. rhysand tilts his forehead down to connect with hers, eyelids fluttering shut. an inhale, savoring every note of her scent, the warmth of her presence, just to be brought down to earth with the cold reality of her words : no matter what happens. he cannot hide how he flinches, the way his lips curl downward as they press to the top of her head. a small nod. " whatever it takes. you have my word. "

@rhysie : ❛  no matter what it takes, i won't let anything happen to you.  ❜

i knew he meant it with every cell in his body and that he would uphold his promise if it was the last thing he ever did. he had already proved that time and time again, from the first moment he put a gun in my hands, risking everything he had to ensure i escaped amarantha’s clutches. he would do it again without hesitating. i didn’t bother voicing the silent question out loud. was i really worth it? how much more could either of us really stand to lose? i refused to let myself imagine for even a second what this life would be like without him. “ i know, ” my voice cracked as i nodded, my eyes boring into his as i clutched that perfect, beautiful face.

“ we go in together. ” it was terrible and reckless — i tried to be brave, to remain steady. the fury and guilt running through my blood was almost enough to trample out the fear. we were running head first into an obvious trap, but there was no other choice. no time to waste. i couldn’t wait another second knowing hybern had my sisters, my mind running wild trying not to think about the torment they were very likely being subjected to. i couldn’t save clare, but i would do everything i could to ensure my sisters wouldn’t endure the same fate. i wasn’t walking out of there without them and i knew rhys had to know that — the same way he couldn’t if it were any of his family in their place. not when they were there all because of me. “ we get them out. promise me. no matter what happens, we get them out. ”

WAKE UP NEW POOKIE PICS DROPPED

@meaercies : " for someone who was just dead, you seem remarkably relaxed. "

freshly risen from death, in the late hours of the night, rhysand finds solace in the sky. stars piercing the veil of black, flickering as if they were talking back to him, providing some sort of comfort he hadn't even known he needed. there's a list to be grateful for: the end of hybern, the hope of peace in prythian. a future, with his mate. truthfully, he never thought he'd make it this far. he knew his fate the moment the battle had begun, long before even then, that he would give every last bit of himself when it came down to it. so, death has been looming over him for quite some time. if he is living on borrowed time now, he plans on making the best of it.

rhysand notices azriel before he makes himself known. he could sense him masked in his shadows, in the destruction of war, and now he knows — even in death. a talent marked by centuries of friendship. " i'm unwinding, i suppose ... while i still can. i'm sure i will have a few hundred meetings in the upcoming days. " another glass of wine appears, as he shrugs, wings splaying out. " care to join me? "

@feydarling : i want all of you. every piece of you.

a day to devoted just to each other, a moment to live in ignorant bliss. there are no thoughts of what still lies ahead of them, their impending doom, how they may be torn apart before they’ve even begun. he only has time to think of her, how lucky he is for every minute he has with her — how if this is how he were to spend his final days, he would be grateful. every second of longing, of wishing, has lead him to this night. ( it has all been worth it. )

it ends in a starlit room, limbs tangled in ebony sheets, with a half empty bottle of wine. rhysand’s fingertips counting each beat of feyre’s heart, his chin tucked upon the crown of her head. to be wanted, to be loved … after showing her each side of him, even the worst ones. the ones that are casted in the shadows, that would send anyone else running. she sees it all, and does not falter. he hardly notices the lump in his throat, as he sits up to hover over her, lips pressed to her cheek. “ i'm all yours. ” a string of kisses trail down feyre’s throat, stopping at her collarbone. “ my heart, my soul … they are yours to keep. ”

my love doesn't disappear when you do / @/tfwfix

it's always the same pattern: humor, teasing, anything to mask the truth. it doesn't come so easily this time. any smart retort back is frozen with anxious anticipation, rhysand's focus zeroed in onto one thing. waiting, waiting, waiting. how many times has he asked her this? he's already expecting avoidance, some attempt to dance around the question yet again. and in truth, he could not blame her. for once, after fleeing from trap after trap, she has freedom. to think she may already know what she wants to do with it would only be setting him up for disappointment.

he carefully watches feyre as she moves around the kitchen. it must have been filled with dust when she arrived, now spotless besides the cans of paint that rest on the counter. it had been years since anyone stepped foot into this place, neglected when years were lost from him. he can remember the last time they were all here, the last time they spent a holiday together as a family. ( cassian drunkenly singing christmas carols as morrigan dances, amren complaining, azriel sneaking through the gifts. ) how something felt missing, even then. like he's been waiting for her all this time.

" no more secrets. " feyre's confessions unravel his own, as much as he wishes to linger on her words for longer. his truth is not so simple, an admittance of guilt, that could very well lead to her taking it all back. " we'll start where we left off, i suppose. that day, with your father ... i had just started working for amarantha. she was giving me tasks, to prove myself. how compliant i would actually be. everything up until then, i did. i put on a show for her, killed without even so much as flinching. and then she sent me to your house. that was the first time she trusted me on my own — with two other men, just in case. "

" however, it seemed simple enough. an older man, in debt for years, with no clear plan on paying it back. i was ordered to kill him, and then take everything he owned of value, if anything. i was surprised, compared to everything else ... it was straightforward. until — until i saw you. i quickly realized she knew he had daughters. she knew, and wanted them to watch. i couldn't do it. i refused. but, i had convinced the other two that he wasn't worth the time. he didn't have anything, anyways. i told them to just scare him, that a man like that wouldn't try anything again. so they did ... all i could remember was the look on your face. how terrified you were. "

" afterwards, i killed them to cover up my tracks. i told her that your father shot them, and that i finished the job. i knew she didn't believe me. she didn't say anything, but she made it clear later on. " a breath, he grimaces, arms crossing over his chest. " flashforward a couple years, i heard tamlin was throwing a party. i was bored, and admittedly drunk, so i thought i would have some fun myself and pay him a visit — but then i saw that same girl from years ago, with his arm wrapped around her. i thought my mind was playing tricks on me, that maybe i had finally gone mad from all of amarantha's torment. i waited until he left you alone to get a closer look, to ease my mind. but when we started talking, it didn't take long for me to confirm it. and even worse, that you had no idea just who tamlin really was. i wanted to ruin everything right then and there. i thought that i had to get you out of there as soon as possible, before you ended up in the same spot your father did. "

" but i was foolish. i hadn't realized amarantha was at the party, watching you with tamlin ... and then with me. she was jealous, and she wanted something to hold over tamlin's head. she asked me for information, and i knew the name you gave me wasn't yours. i never knew your full name, but i remembered it had to be archeron, so i told her what you gave me. clare beddor. i thought sending her on a wild goose chase would give me enough time to convince you to drop tamlin, leave the city and never come back again. " he flinches as he remembers. the screams induced from that one mistake, the smell of burnt flesh, the guilt he carries around to this day. " i had no idea she was a real person. i wouldn't have ... i would have never given her that name if i had known. she had her brought in, and when she saw it wasn't actually you, she was furious. she had her tortured, for days i could hear her screaming. and then — she finally got her hands on you. "

" i had no idea she was bringing you in. she did it all secretly, as if she knew i would try to stop it. and she was right. the second i saw you, i knew i would do anything to get you out alive. so i played my cards right, kept on her good side just so i could sneak you that gun. i was terrified. i knew you had never used one before, so when everything was happening ... i knew i would have to step in. when i picked up that knife, i didn't care what happened to me, as long as you made it. i thought i did it. i thought i saved you. but i was too slow, and she got to you so fast. by the time i could finally get back up, she shot you. i couldn't move. i didn't want to move, because i realized i didn't want to live in a world that you aren't in. if tamlin didn't step in, i would have let her end me there. but instead, i watched as he killed her, and then held you in his arms. tamlin, who did nothing the whole time, who sat by and watched as you were kept as a pet for days on end — " his voice breaks, tears freely streaking his cheeks.

" when they took you away, i thought you were dead. i was finally able to go see mor again, my family ... but i couldn't. i followed them to the hospital, and i sat there. i sat there for days. i paid off any staff members who tried to tell me to leave, and then i waited for any sign that you were okay. but to my surprise, tamlin told me. for the first time in days, i felt alive again. like i finally had a reason. he said i wasn't allowed to visit you, but i was planning on bursting through your room the moment he walked away. i didn't even know what i was going to say, i didn't even know if you wanted to see me — but a selfish part of me needed to see you. it didn't matter though. shortly after, i heard him propose. i heard you say yes. and i told myself that was all the closure i needed. i convinced myself that it was for the best. that if i let myself love you, that you would just be taken from me anyways. so i kept my distance. but i couldn't stop ... i couldn't stop being around you, and loving you, and wanting you. i still can't stay away. "

i bit back the flicker of a subtle smile, a natural reflex to the surprise and doubt in his tone — a reminder of how easy it was to slip back into frivolous and fluid banter with him. it was always an obvious defense mechanism for us both, allowing us to avoid delving deeper and acknowledging what remained unspoken. as if we knew each other inside and out, each trigger and quirk, and yet we still had so much to learn about one another. still so much to share and discover. i held up the microwave dinner i had pulled from the fridge just minutes before his arrival. “ i know how to use a microwave. ”

it would have been so easy to ignore his original question, just as i had plenty times before. but even as i turned my back to reheat the frozen dish, his words hung in the air between us. what do you want, feyre? months spent unknowing, running from the frayed inevitability, it had finally caught up with me. i could feel my entire body sigh with relieved surrender. “ i want to know everything. all of it. no more secrets, no more lies, no more games. ” i pulled his dinner from the microwave, placing it in front of him as i spoke, before sitting in the chair adjacent to him. the truth had to start with me. softly, i met his gaze — those eyes once again enough to upend me. “ i want to tell you how much i missed you. how you’re all i’ve thought about this week. how glad i am that you’re alright. how i can’t sleep without you. ”

am I the history I have endured ? I do not know anymore. independent & mutually private portrayal of THE VAMPIRE ARMAND of AMC'S INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE. show verse with personal flavor. peruse carrd carefully, interviewed by pamola. promo credit.

PROMPTS FOR YEARNING, LOTS OF YEARNING... *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

i had a dream about you last night.

i remember every single kiss you took from me.

you are my everything.

i feel the same way about you.

where you go, i follow.

you're mine. you've always been mine.

i'm in love with you to the point of breathlessness.

after all this time, you still give me butterflies.

you make it hard to breathe, you know.

you fixed me. you fixed my broken heart.

i will not go another breath without you.

i crave you.

i need to be close to you.

i think i've loved you since the day we met.

i'm with you.

you touched me, and i came alive.

the universe isn't big enough to hold the depths of how i feel for you.

are you sure we're not dreaming?

kiss me again, and don't stop this time.

i can't bear the thought of living without you.

you complete me.

i want all of you. every piece of you.

i won't lose you again.

you're the most important person i have ever known.

the universe gave you to me.

you're the answer to every question i've ever had.

i want you close. i want to feel you sigh.

how am i supposed to do this without you? i can't.

all i love i knew before... it's nothing like the love i have with you.

you changed everything. everything looks different now that you're here.

i'm not ready to let go of you.

i want you safe. i want you close to me.

you fixed all of my broken pieces. you stitched me back together.

nothing will take you away from me.

i love you in every language and in every song.

i need you.

i'd rather die than let you go.

i need a whole day with you, spent in bed, just the two of us.

all that i am and everything i'll ever be belongs to you.

do you have any idea what you do to me?

stop looking at me like that. i can't focus.

you can't expect me to just... wait like this.

don't go. do that again, please.

you are everything i could ever want.

i was an empty shell until we met. i was a haunted house, darkened with pain, and you turned my lights on.

you are the most beautiful person i have ever seen.

i'm always going to be madly in love with you.

if you don't kiss me again, i'll die.

i crave the taste of your kiss.

i can't believe you're real.

if you only knew what you did to me...

there aren't enough words to explain how much i love you.

i love you more than anything.

a life without you isn't a life worth living.

don't let go of me.

you're the only one that matters.

you don't know what you do to me.

pretty sure i've fallen in love with you four times today.

you're my love.

lay with me. be with me.

they don't know you the way i do.

don't give up on me. don't give up on us.

you know what that does to me.

not even the poets could properly describe what you mean to me.

i miss the way it felt to be touched by you.

you are the sun and the stars and every other golden thing in the universe.

am i dreaming? is this real life?

i was living life half-alive until i met you.

i've never needed anyone like i need you.

please take my hand. hold it and never let go.

i love when the sun hits your eyes. you're glowing.

be with me tonight.

i've only ever wanted you. just you.

any lingering pain is long forgotten the moment he lays eyes on her, a flicker of hope igniting by the sheer fact she isn't already telling him to fuck off. he wants to continue, a desperate desire to beg, plead for feyre to love him as he loves her — all consuming, a fire set ablaze the moment they met. pride be damned. instead stilled with a beating heart, his chest raising & falling with each panicked breath, each second of silence weighing heavy between them as he awaits the inevitable.

relief hits him like a stack of bricks, knocking the wind right out of him, dizzying as she speaks. i don't want you to leave. for so long, he'd convinced himself that she would never feel the same, that he didn't deserve her even if she did. to hear those words, to see her look at him like this: like he's not something to run from ... he's grateful for the chair, sitting in it before his knees decide to buckle underneath him. " then what do you want, feyre? " he hesitates asking this time, a flicker of desperation burning into his gaze that can't quite meet hers. hopeful, for an answer that doesn't sting this time, for all of the confusion to finally end. he swallows, a brow quirking as he finally looks at her. " you would cook for me? do you even know how? "

@rhysie : “Say you do not care for me. Tell me you feel nothing and I will walk away.”

his eyes held mine, looking right through me with desperate determination. the same eyes that had haunted me from the moment we met — the same eyes i was too scared to paint, afraid once i started i wouldn’t be able to stop, lost in deep swirls of mysterious violet. i wasn’t the one who had been shot, but i didn’t know how i was still standing, how i could even breathe without falling to my knees. any anger or hurt — any desire to hate him had dissipated the second i opened the door and saw him there, gritting his teeth through the pain. i thought i didn’t want him to chase after me, but i knew that was only an excuse so i wouldn’t have to face the truth.

he’d saved me, in more ways than one — long before i even knew. he’d been there through it all — the night we lost everything, he was a victim of hybern and amarantha just as much as i was, perhaps even more so. he understood what i had endured more than anyone and he knew i was drowning before anyone else had, pulling me from the fire, ensuring i wouldn’t succumb to the darkness i had been so eager to bury myself beneath. he’d never walked away even when i had given him plenty of reason to. and i couldn’t let him now. not after everything. not when i couldn’t imagine another second of this life without him. “ i can’t. ” something in me settled, a deep resigned relief as i finally admitted what i must have always known. “ i can’t tell you that, because it would be a terrible lie and you would read right through it. i don’t want you to leave. ” i pulled out a chair. “ you should sit. you must be starving. ”

time hasn't been on their side, a cruel reality rhysand has been trying to come to terms with. they will be separating from the others in the morning, it's been decided. the uncertainty of when they will all reunite again, or if they ever will, has loomed over him the entire evening. to finally have them back, just to be torn apart again ... he's done his best to conceal his concerns, to avoid them bleeding into the moment & ruin it for everyone else. but watching feyre, any of those worries get pushed into the back of his mind. bright, even amongst the streaks of celestial light. smiling, in a way that makes his heart sputter. he doesn't even pay any mind to the show in the sky, his unbroken gaze solely fixated onto her.

thank you: rhys wants to tell her the same, to thank her for breathing him back to life. for giving him something he has never had before, hope. but his words get stuck in his throat & all he can focus on is that smile. " ah. that's right, you did promise me a dance, didn't you? " a hand hesitantly reaches for her cheek, his touch gentle — timid. " but first ... smile again. "

@rhysie : ❝  you have to hold on to the little joys when you find them.  ❞

i could hardly rip my eyes away from his telescope, watching thousands of meteors shoot through the night sky. even without the assistance of his premium spyglass, the shower was dazzling — perhaps the most mesmerizing thing i’d ever seen, a perfect mosaic of crystalline jewels, sailing through an eternal sea of the deep unknown. the promise of infinite possibilities — something bigger than both of us, an incomprehensible string of fate. i knew i had to paint is as soon as i could. anything to capture this feeling of sparkling wonder and joy. to commemorate it with something that would outlast us both and the test of time. the smile that spread across my features was wide and bright and unfading — it was immediate and unhindered. free, just like i felt whenever rhys was near me. i tore my eyes away from the telescope, just to meet rhys’s gaze — those eyes, that somehow still rivaled the swirling depths of space and shined as bright as the shooting stars illuminating the world around us. “ thank you. ” my hand found his, but i never looked away — not even to admire the meteors again. “ what about that dance? ”

small little thing. i updated my rules to include that i won't be writing with any portrayals of nyx or amarantha. hope u guys understand mwah

everything is put on pause. the clashing of metal drowned out, the smell of ash & blood fading, the adrenaline of battle coming to a calm — all as he takes her in. her scent, the feeling of her body pressed against his. it was everything he needed to confirm that she was alive, she's okay. yet he can't hold her close enough, can't let go, can't yet forget the dread of the unthinkable that overcame him just moments ago.

fingers trace shapes onto her back as she speaks, tucking the crown of her head under his chin, knowing exactly where her mind had gone during that hour of silence. just the same as his. & yet she fought through it, a battlefield that would send experienced fighters running the other way, just to get back to him. ( he wonders what he must have done for the cauldron to bring her to someone like him, how it must have been some mistake that he wouldn't dare argue against. ) " i almost feel bad for anyone who tried to get in your way. my savior. " a kiss is pressed to her hair, voice steadying into a quiet purr, a desperate attempt to bringing her some comfort.

but whatever moment of peace, of calm, disappears with the idea of them returning back to the fight. when he had nothing to lose, he welcomed death with open arms. fought until there were only bodies laying at his feet, until there was no one left. but this was not that battle — no, this was just a distraction for hybern, an attempt to scatter their men & sparse their numbers. he's made his peace with the outcome of this war, already willing to sacrifice everything in the end when it comes to. but this was just the beginning.

he leans back to take her face in his hands, head shaking. " feyre. if we went back out there like this, we would be of no use. we would just be distractions. " he omits the part where he can't lose her, not when he just got her back. " cassian and azriel have this under control, they've faced much worse. " the red & blue syphons blasting across the field give him all the assurance that he needs. " our best course of action right now is finding the healer. "

he was covered in blood, splattered across his face and chest — where his ended and others’ began, i couldn’t be sure. his torn illyrian leathers revealed a deep gash in his side, that he barely seemed to notice. anyone else would have been curled over from the wound, but my mate was strong. strong and alive. the panic in his eyes told me i didn’t look much better — hair matted with blood and mud, under eyes dark and heavy, fingers scabbed over from the rapid fire use of my bowstring, and shoulder gaping with the tip of a faebane laced ash arrow still lodged inside. my palms rested first on his neck, then gripped his shoulders, as his mere presence steadied me. reassured me that we were both still okay.

“ they knew we were coming — what we were looking for. it was a trap, ” shaking my head frantically, heart still pounding, my words came out in panted fragments. “ i could only hold my shields up for so long — and then one of their arrows broke through once i slipped. faebane. ” i bit back a wince as i suddenly became aware of the pain, recalling the sheer number of hybern soldiers coming our way. “ and then your wave of darkness across the field just disappeared. i thought something terrible had happened. ” my face paled as i remembered the utter dread that plagued me. “ so i ran. i knew you needed me. ” just as i needed him.

i thought i had lost him — i could finally admit it now that i knew i hadn’t. he was alive. still standing, as the heart i called mine continued beating. the short hour where i thought he had been taken from me was the worst of my life and felt like an eternity, as i stood on the precipice of oblivion, forced to consider the rest of my immortal life without him — if it ever came to that, i didn’t want it. i knew for certain there was nothing i wouldn’t give up for him. as i pressed my forehead against his, there was nothing i wanted more than to stay in his arms forever.

but we couldn’t — not until all of this was over and hybern’s invasion was fully thwarted. neither of us could sleep until we knew the people we loved were safe. that shared responsibility weighed us both down, our shoulders curled in towards each other with quiet, resigned desperation. there was only one option while our people continued to fall on the battlefield. “ we have to go back. ”

@fablelike : " do not allow your temper to guide your judgement. " / morrigan

her words are a reminder to breathe: inhale, exhale. darkness that simmers around him fades, though his jaw cannot unclench, shoulders stay tensed. charging into the spring court would only cause pure chaos, shredding any hope of peace to shreds. yet, he can feel feyre fading, trapped & dwindling down day by day. his mate. " what am i supposed to do? " words are filled with defeat, his shadows dimming. " she is suffering there. "

AFFECTIONATE  AND  AFFIRMING  PROMPTS 

❝  i’ll always want to listen to you.  ❞

❝  any time spent with you is time i treasure.  every second.  ❞

❝  my favorite color changes but it’s always the same,  whatever color you’re wearing.  ❞

❝  whatever matters to you matters to me,  you’re important to me.  ❞

❝  you’re so strong.  and brave—but i wish you knew you don’t always have to be.  i’m here,  if you’re ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens.  ❞

❝  i’m not staring,  i’m admiring.  ❞

❝  i’ll always be yours,  in one way or another.  ❞

❝  you don’t ever have to worry with me.  i’m here for good.  ❞

❝  you are more beautiful than you know.  ❞

❝  you have a beautiful mind and a wonderful soul,  don’t ever let anyone make you think differently.  ❞

❝  i’m happier when you’re here.  ❞

❝  you’ve become my joy.  ❞

❝  whatever else happens,  if i have you,  i’m content.  ❞

❝  well,  i do feel a little better now that you’re here.  ❞

❝  you do make me happy,  it’s important you know that.  ❞

❝  you will always be my priority.  ❞

❝  i love you forever.  ❞

❝  you don’t know how glad i am to see you.  ❞

❝  you look wonderful.  ❞

❝  i want you to feel safe with me.  ❞

❝  i’m not letting you go until you say it out loud.  you’re beautiful and strong.  you deserve to believe it.  ❞

❝  sometimes you amaze me—i mean you always do.  but you have such intuition and real wisdom about things.  i like understanding the way you see the world.  ❞

❝  you carry yourself with such grace.  ❞

❝  you have a way of lighting up even the darkest moments.  ❞

❝  a tender heart is a courageous thing to preserve.  don’t ever be ashamed of having one.  ❞

❝   being around you makes me a better person.  ❞

❝  i hope you know just how full of worth you are.  ❞

❝  you always make me see things differently.  i appreciate your perspective. ❞

❝  i’m just enjoying you.  you look happy today and i like seeing that.  ❞

❝  you’re very valuable to me.  ❞

❝  you can come to me with anything.  anything at all.  ❞

❝  there is not a place in the world i would rather be than right here with you.  ❞

❝  come here,  come sit in my lap and tell me about your day.  ❞

❝  come put your head in my lap and tell me something new.  ❞

❝  i love it when you smile at me like that.  ❞

❝  i don’t think i can share you with anyone today.  ❞

❝  i’ll take you anywhere you want.  just tell me where.  ❞

❝  bored? of you?  impossible.  ❞

❝  if you like it i’ll get you one.  ❞

❝  your happiness matters greatly to me.  ❞

❝  you deserve to reach the goals you want in life.  you deserve to obtain anything you wish.  ❞

❝  you’re doing well.  you’re just discouraged and tired.  ❞

❝  you need to rest,  you don’t have to do it all today.  ❞

❝  the way i love you goes beyond description.  even those words don’t seem like enough.  ❞

❝  you come first.  you’re always my first choice.  ❞

❝  no,  if you’re upset that’s what matters right now.  talk to me.  ❞

❝  i want to share in your joy.  i want to be part of all things that make you happy.  ❞

❝  all of my best moments are the ones that have you in them.  ❞

❝  i would give you anything you ask of me. ❞

[ COMFORT ]  sender discovers receiver brooding and quietly approaches to carefully hug them from behind. 

[ SOOTHE ]  in the midst of a tense moment,  receiver turns away to conceal their emotions but sender wraps their arms around them and holds them from behind. 

[ CLOSE ]  sender reaches out and pulls receiver into their lap as they’re walking by. 

[  STOP  ]  sender reaches out and takes receiver’s face into their hands,  drawing them away from what they’re doing so they can just look at receiver for a moment.  

[ GIVE ]  sender greets with receiver with a gift. 

[ BRING ]  sender takes receiver out for the day to pamper them. 

[ ATTENTION ]  sender peppers a series of caresses over receiver’s face in an attempt to make them laugh or smile. 

[ COAX ]  sender knows receiver has had a lot on their mind,  so they hold them for a while to help them relax and hopefully open up. 

[ CARESS ]   sender sits by quietly while receiver works,  petting their hair and simply providing company. 

[ RELAX ]  sender gives receiver a massage. 

[ LOOK ]  for receiver to catch sender gazing adoringly at them.

[ MORNING ]  for sender to wake receiver with a kiss. 

when i stumbled across your blog after reading some feyre’s reply, and then yours i literally was sucked in. i admire your rhys so much, the way you grasp his every details & your not afraid to go over all the bad bits part of him and that is just so important!! i read his voice when i see your dialogue.. chef kiss.

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AHHH .. this is the nicest compliment ever 🥺 thank you so much!! i've been enjoying seeing your lucien on my dash and i'm so excited to eventually write together!!

rhys really doesn't care about what anyone thinks of him besides feyre and i think thats hot

" you saw the suriel. " the only one still alive who knows. any desire to scold her, for being so reckless — for seeking out someone so dangerous, quickly dies in his throat. the irony of doing so isn't lost on him. after all, is he any better? to keep her in the dark for so long, at this point, had been out of pure selfishness. ( because he didn't want her to look at him like that again. because she finally started to come back to life. because he couldn't stand the idea of losing her. )

" it was one of the first outings amarantha took me on. i was there, yes — but i didn't hurt him. " voice filled with only shame, he can hardly stand to look her in the eye. he still remembers her face, how she managed to somehow remain a steady rock for her father to lean on. the price he paid later on for refusing to harm a man in front of his own daughter. how he longed to pay them a visit that same day to give them enough money to disappear, but knew the cost of her finding out was much too great.

" i thought i recognized you when we first met. it's why i was trying to get you away from tamlin, away from all of this. but then you gave me a fake name, and i started to second guess myself. " jaw clenches, teeth grinding through the pain as he shifts, straightening his back. " by the time she asked me for your name, i had figured it out. i decided i couldn't do nothing again, so i gave her the fake name. to protect you. "

his eyes finally flicker to meet hers, chest tightening at the sight. the same girl he saw all those years ago. " i should have told you as soon as you decided to stay with us. perhaps before then. but i didn't want to risk you going back to him. i didn't want to risk losing you for good. " he moves his palm through his hair, slicking back stray strands from his face. gaze averts, falling onto motel carpet. " but i cannot ask you to stay. if you were to leave, i wouldn't blame you. i was foolish to think for a second that i might have deserved you. "

“ you do not get to ask questions, ” i quickly crossed the distance of the tiny motel room i had stashed him in, throwing the bag of first aid equipment at his feet. i ripped the soaked, makeshift bandage i had made him earlier out of a worn t-shirt off of him, anger and agony rippling off my shaky hands. my eyes wandered over his wound only briefly, satisfied to know he at least wasn’t about to bleed to death in front of me. while i seriously considered leaving him there to fend for himself, my fickle hands redressed him in swarms of gauze.

“ you knew? you were there? you were a part of it? ” the pain in my voice cracked, battling for dominance against the fury that registered through me. he hadn’t even tried to deny it. betrayal and shock pierced me deep in my core, as blood pounded in my ears. i stood over him, staring him down. he’d never appeared so weak or frightened before. i struggled to fight off the stifling urge to feel any more sympathy for him. “ when exactly were you planning on telling me? ”

i still remembered so much of it clearly — my sheer helplessness, the sound of my sisters crying in the other room, the crunch of bone as they broke my father’s leg, and his deafening scream, drowning out his tormentor’s sadistic laughter. to know that rhys was there and hadn’t told me. that he had known my father was a criminal, just as rhys was. just as i had become. after everything we had shared, after everything that could be, something in me cracked — hurting, like it hadn’t hurt in ages. “ give me one good reason why i shouldn’t leave you here for them to find right now. ”

❝ 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝘩 . . . ❞

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i had just finished acotar & was scrolling the rp tag; u were the most recent & still active blog. i was so intimidated in following u bc we were diff fandoms at the time (i was on vayne) but u were so kind & encouraging & influenced me every step of the way to getting here w my multi 😭 u & @feydarling were my welcome to the acotar fandom & i always think so fondly of u both 💞💖💖💖💞💖💖💞

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💕💕💕 this is so cute.. me and mads are ur parents now. we will support everything you do!! i’m so glad you took the leap and followed me because seeing you on my dash and interacting with you is always such a treat 🥺🥺💕

@feydarling : " you do not trick the ones you love. "

metal soaks tongue, blood smeared across palms. her words sting more than the bullet wound, leaving him longing for the peace that his heavy eyelids promise. she was never meant to find out this way. not now, not after last night. he was naive to think they'd have longer than just a morning of bliss, should have known: happiness is a fleeting thing in this life.

" feyre — " her name comes out in a shaky breath, mustering what's left of his energy to sit up. an action he quickly regrets. any reasoning is halted with a sharp inhale, head tilting back against the wall. he breathes through the pain, before his neck rolls to look at her. gaze filled with such panic, widened & all too alert. " how did you find out? "

this is gonna sound cheesy, but part of what attracted me to your blog was… you? like. the way you don’t shy away from the hard parts of rhys ( no pun intended x ), the parts where he’s not the most likeable or doing the thing everyone thinks is right. you write him unapologetically and that is?? beautiful! you’re so talented and u never fail to give me immense feelings.

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🥺 wait.. i honestly have to say the same about you! first of all i followed you on your multi because i was SO excited to see a tamlin writer, especially one that doesn't try to erase the things he has done but just lets him be who he is!! AND NOW YOU'RE GRACING US ALL WITH YOUR CASSIAN AND I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER. it's so refreshing to see someone actually talk about why cassian may not be the best mate sometimes. i love these characters for their flaws and to see them grow into better people ... so thank you 🥺❤️

what attracted me to your blog is knowing you’re so committed to this character that u were willing to murder and bribe your way into getting this url

but actually i have not stopped screaming from the top of my lungs over each of our threads and aus. plotting with u and developing these characters continues to be so fucking fun and u write and understand rhys better than anyone including sjm lbfr all of your takes are spot on and u capture his nuances so intricately it’s kinda amazing. so glad you’re writing rhys and so glad we can shout about this togethetjfjdjgjd

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honestly we should’ve known it was all over when i contemplated offering money for a url. MADS ILYSM. i did not think i could ever have so much fun in the rpc again after our petermj era but somehow we have topped it!! writing with u and screaming about these fae freaks is my favorite thing ever. also i could write a whole novel about your portrayal and how much you understand feyre. you’ve fleshed her out in such a wonderful way and the way you get her thought process is so much fun to read ILY

how could i even start on what attracted me to your blog?! from following you from asteria i knew YOU were rhysand. the way you capture his likeness, his voice, his demeanor in such a beautiful and uniquely poetic way just never fails to blow me off my feet. you are an incredible writer and even kinder mun! i adore you and i will never not follow you until the end of the stars themselves. xo

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SWEETIEEEE ... i'm at a loss for words. writing with you is always so much fun and i love the dynamic we've created with asteria and rhys. thank you for allowing me to explore different sides of rhys that i otherwise wouldn't be able to! you're truly one of the only people i trust with his sister because you do SUCH a good job with her. AND I'M SO EXCITED TO WRITE WITH YOU ON HERE AS WELL eeeeeee thank you so much for this!!

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if you would like to be more specific – what made you stay?