Spring Was Not Tame, And Neither Was He.

“Spring was not tame, and neither was he.”

— a ballad of thorns and roses | positively ruined | chapter eight

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.”

“I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.”

— Warsan Shire

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Tamlin values loyalty more than almost anything else. He has struggled to maintain relationships where others treat him like an equal. Despite his good intentions and honorable effort — a theme of being taken for advantage runs through his life. Despite all of the setbacks, Tamlin still believes in his core that most people are good. This hope is often his anchor when things go awry. His loyalty is hard to win, due to the strong boundaries which he has in place around his heart, body, and mind; but when he truly trusts another there is a connection formed that runs deeper than blood. He is a ride or die friend — literally.

you want me to go to work when there is Outside? There are birds singing for me and you want me to clock in?

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