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Edgar Allan Poe, From A Letter To Mrs. Maria Clemm, July 1849

Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Mrs. Maria Clemm, July 1849
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“If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night I tell her about you.”
— Shahrazad al-Khalij
Tamlin wasn’t fine. He hasn’t been fine for years. He wasn’t certain that he ever had been and didn’t believe that he could be again. Going under the mountain had been hell itself. The only thing that made it survivable for the weeks before Feyre appeared was praying for his own death. He’d waited and wondered — completely silenced, under Amarantha’s bonds.
Then, there had been Feyre. Something in him broke when he saw her being manhandled by the Attor.
“I SET YOU FREE!” He wanted to scream. “All I wanted was for you to live.”
He remembered banging his head against the hard throne carved from the rocks to which he’d been chained. No, no, no.
The room went fuzzy. Blood poured down his temples until Amarantha’s hand rose from her lap and forced him to be still.
She could control his body, but she could not control his tears. Those were all his own.
Tamlin focused on the distant lights of the village, losing track of where he was until his chest began to ache again.
What had the physician called it? Stress cardiomyopathy. Broken heart syndrome.
When Feyre backed down the aisle, he remembered a dull ache start in his diaphragm. It exploded as she ran away. He would have followed her, but all he could do was fall to his knees…in front of his people. His entire court saw his heart break in two.
He did not remember much after that — only the distant call of Lucien’s voice, pretty lights, and more pain than he remembered in a hundred years.
“Be honest,” Tamlin’s throat was raw as he briefly met Lucien’s eyes. They glowed in the dark like golden stars. “Neither of us are fine. No one is — not after what happened; but we joke and we laugh because otherwise we would start screaming.”
He fiddled with the edge of his tunic, running his claw down the center of his opposite hand. He did not wound himself, but the idea…it was soothing.
He knew Lucien would take the blow before letting him be hurt. Where did he go?
“Anywhere, everywhere.” Tamlin pulled his knee up to his chest and rested his chin there. “My memory has gone dim and my heart aches, but my soul remembers. As much as I may try to make all of this to poetry, some days it turns out that the blood was never beautiful. It’s just very red.”
Red like the roses he’d planted with his mother.
Red like the petals which Feyre so feared.
Red like the line on his palm as he lost focus and his claw broke the skin.
“Anywhere away from here.” He said, leaning forwards, and lying on Lucien’s waiting shoulder with a low groan. “I can’t take one more sunrise without her, Lu. It’s killing me.”

“you okay?” from Lucien
Tamlin finally turned his head the third time that Lucien spoke. He had a gift for zoning out and tonight was no different. He stood on the balcony, watching the sun drift into the darkening sky, and faced the general direction of Night Court. It had been six days, twelve hours, fifty-nine minutes, and twelve seconds. By morning, Feyre was supposed to be home. If she was not, there was little his people could do to stop him from winnowing to Rhysand’s gate and demanding her return.
“Huh?” His glazed, green eyes drifted towards the faithful Autumn Fae who’d long kept him company. “Sorry —”
Was he okay? Tamlin’s memory prompted him to answer, but he quickly found that he did not know what to say. Was he okay? No. It had been a long time since things were okay for Tamlin. Yet, Lucien knew that. His question held more beneath the surface.
How was he, really? How was his heart? Did he still wish it were solid stone?
“I’m…fine.” Tamlin whispered, avoiding eye contact, and swallowed his shame. “This is my fault, Lucien. Perhaps if I had not told her how I felt, she never would have come after me.”
He knit his fingers together and hoisted himself up to sit on the stone railing of the third floor balcony. That short a fall wouldn’t injure him, but the allure of danger was just enough that it helped quiet the ache in his chest. “Are you…okay?”

Everything goes away
Yeah everything goes away
But I'm gonna be here until I'm nothing
But bones in the ground
So quiet down
@inabcck Lucien

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