The Wild Of Spring @lockinspo

The Wild of Spring @lockinspo

Tamlin still wasn’t used to seeing Feyre walking the grounds of the Spring Court and his heart not jumping within his chest. Only weeks ago, he’d watched her die in his arms. Her blood stained her cheeks and his tears washed it away. Despite the time that had passed, it still felt like he was there — frozen in that moment, never to see her again. Now, he watched from a distance as she walked along the gravel paths. Although she wore a smile, often, he couldn’t help but feel that there was something so much deeper.

There was for him. Neither one had managed to find the words to speak of it yet. He held his hands back, watching the ground moved as he walked. All he wanted was to know the thoughts that swirled beyond her placid visage. He bit his lip, swallowing hard. They would make it through this, wouldn’t they?

They would. They’d made it through so much worse.

Tamlin quickened his pace and made his way to the kitchen, where he found Alis bossing around the new, poor chef. Bless her soul — training an entire household in only weeks. She must be tired. He politely waited until the conversation ended and then requested a picnic basket from the chef.

“Alis?” He asked. “Can you ask Feyre to meet me in the glade? For lunch?”

Alis gave him a knowing smile. “Yes, my lord. I’m assuming you don’t mind the pants and tunic?”

His eyebrows wrinkled. What was she talking about? “Never…why?”

“People have been talking.” The housemistress sighed. “Say she’s still a bit wild for a High Lady.”

Tamlin pressed his lips into a frown. “Feyre may wear whatever brings her the most comfort. If the rumors don’t stop, send the culprits to my office tonight.”

Alis nodded quickly as he headed to the door. “Koda?” She asked.

“Yes?” Tamlin’s attention was recaptured at the use of his nickname.

“Might you run a brush through your hair. You look a bit wild yourself.”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling. “Wild is always welcome in Spring.”

Rati Saxena, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; "Mountain nights"

[Text ID: “Last night / there was a dream / And / In the dream? You / You / You / And / Only you”]

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Patrolling the border was safer than it used to be. This was the only reason that Tamlin felt comfortable occasionally staying behind and burying himself in library research — still trying to find a magical solution to the blight. On those instances, he always left Lucien in charge. His second in command had proven himself a capable leader more than once.

He kept a cool head, and used his wits both in battle and out. The advantages were tenfold. The disadvantages were minimal, but…obvious. Of all his men, Lucien had the most difficult time forming a relationship with his horse. It was ironic. He was silver tongued with people, but his steed knew snakes weren’t to be trusted. Tamlin had the opposite problem. He had a much easier time talking to animals than people. He understood animals.

Taming Lucien’s horse had not been simple, but after nearly a year of waking up before dawn and working together — Tamlin had structured a treaty between the two of them. Even if it was tenuous.

His morning was spent in books written in the language of the old fae. Translating it was no easy task. By mid afternoon he had a headache. That headache transformed into a cat nap.

Only the loud commotion in the hallway woke him. Clamor, clash, and clang — Tamlin jolted awake from his feline slumber. He accidentally morphed back into his own body, and began falling down a very high shelf — which was no proper resting place for a fae of six foot two.

More crashing.

Tamlin frowned, grumbling to himself about cats and their tendency for misadventure.

The commotion in the other room had not ceased. He rubbed his head, exiting the library, and walking towards the source of the noise. Indeed, his company had returned; but unexpectedly they were all circled around two chairs in the middle, which held Lucien with his leg propped up.

Alis was tending to it.

“By the cauldron!” Tamlin rubbed his eyes, hoping that he was dreaming. “What happened to you?”

Lucien scowled and pointed out the open door to the dappled gray, grinning horse. “Why not you ask her? It’s her fault!”

“Really —“ Tamlin started. Blame the horse? Was Lucien serious?

“It’s broken.” Alis confirmed.

Tamlin’s mouth fell open. Fae rarely broke bones.

“Shut your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” Lucien grumbled.

“You’re serious?” Tamlin tilted his head, looking from Lucien to the horse. “Explain.”

“Bucked me off the saddle.” Lucien said plainly.

“Stupid horse.” Tamlin mumbled, glaring out the door at the beast.

He’d have a serious conversation with him later. Equine to equine. No one hurt his best friend and got away with it.

love languages meme

words of affirmation

“You’re really good at that.” 

“I care about you.”

“I missed you.”

“Will you call me when you get there?”

“Of course I noticed. You matter to me.”

“This was a really good day.”

“I really like spending time with you.”

“I’m in love with you.”

quality time

[ boardgame ] - sender and receiver play a boardgame together

[ shopping ] - sender and receiver are grocery shopping together 

[ date ] -  sender contacts receiver, trying to arrange a date night (or lunch, etc)

[ vacation ] - sender and receiver take a vacation together 

[ cooking ] - sender and receiver prepare a meal or some sort of baked good together 

[ family ] - sender and receiver spend some time together with either sender’s or receiver’s family, “i want you to meet my family” style

gifts

“This made me think of you.”

“I saw you were out, so I picked some up on my way back.”

“It’s your favourite, right?”

“I’ve been looking since you couldn’t find it last week.”

“I made it, I thought you might like it.”

“Take it, if you like it.” 

“You should try it, I think you’ll like it.”

“Were you still thinking about seeing that play? I have tickets.” 

acts of service

[ grooming ] - sender does some small grooming task for receiver (washing their hair, wiping away stray flour while baking, etc)

[ light on ] - sender knows receiver will arrive to their location late at night, so sender leaves a light on for them

[ morning ] -  sender prepares a cup of coffee/tea for receiver

[ private ] - sender does something to defend receiver’s privacy when a third party is threatening to cross receiver’s boundaries

[ lie ] - sender lies in a way that is intended to protect receiver

[ water ] - sender runs a hot shower/bath for receiver after receiver has had a long day

[ meal ] - sender prepares some sort of meal for receiver (breakfast, lunch for the next day)

[ ride ] - sender gives receiver a ride somewhere

[ sick ] - sender cancels work to take care of receiver while they are sick 

physical touch

[ couch ] - sender rests their head against receiver’s shoulder while they sit beside each other

[ passing touch ] - sender passes by receiver and just briefly touches their shoulder, or the small of their back, or their waist

[ check ] -  sender checks receiver over for injuries, insisting on checking receiver over themselves to be sure that they’re okay

[ kisses ] - sender presses a kiss, or several kisses, to something receiver is not used to having kissed (a scar, freckles, their stomach, etc)

[ righting ] - sender does something to ‘right’ receiver; straightens their tie, sweeps their hair back into place, fixes a curl back into place, etc 

[ shove ] - sender shoves receiver affectionately because receiver is teasing them

[ presence ] - receiver is upset, and sender is - simply - present. they put their hand over receiver’s, or they sit beside them so their shoulders knock, or they link fingers, or they just barely toe at receiver’s shoe so they’re reminded they’re not alone.

Never faked my "I miss you" and "I love you", Only thing I faked is "I'm Okay".