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rhysand steps out from the shadows, the wicked mask of viper slipping to reveal something more vulnerable, more tired. the prince of darkness, cruel & cunning, stripped down to just this: a prisoner, finding solace only in these moments. feyre's cell was the only place he could let this facade slip, even for just a moment. even if she looked at him with such hatred, sees him only as the monster he's become so good at playing, it was a welcomed break from the torment of their captor ... the insults hurled at him from the others trapped, plaguing his every thought. her whore. that is all he will be in this story, all he will be remembered for — but the sacrifice, his family's safety, velaris still untouched. it's worth it.
" isn't that sweet? " the loneliness flashing in his eyes comes & dies out just as quick, hand running through his hair as he leans against her cell wall. to love someone so much, that you would willingly put yourself through this torment. if only she knew they weren't so different. " i have no question of your heart. " she's proved herself enough. but he puts himself in tamlin's position more often than he'd care to admit, what it'd be like to feel such love ... how he wouldn't be able to just sit there & watch, without a single word. not lifting a single finger to put an end to this. he would never be in his position to begin with. he put himself here to avoid his family going through what she is.
he waves off the criticism of the high lord that dares to slip past his tongue — whatever hope she has in him has to stay intact for her next trial, he's said enough. " your human heart is what's keeping you alive. " even if tamlin is undeserving of it.
@rhysie said: “You really do love him, don’t you?”
“ of course, ” it’s stated simple and clear, presented as the obvious fact that it was. there was nothing in the world in which i was more certain. i only wished i had realized it sooner. i should have told tamlin well before he sent me back home. if i could have gone back in time i would have screamed it from the rooftop, begged him to let me stay and help him break the curse. together we could have saved his court and neither of us would be trapped down here. it was my pride and arrogance that had secured our fate — my reluctance to admit the truth getting the best of me until it was too late. the intensity of our love was now all i had left to hold on to — to remind myself why i was here and what i was fighting for. i held onto it desperately, a single lifeline. “ i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t. ”
“ why does that surprise you? you can’t really believe the lies she spews about human hearts. ” i studied rhysand’s features — my brow knitting as i contemplated the veracity of his question. his tone lacked the typical flippancy that defined his usual regard, instead replaced with a fervor i couldn’t quite place. could it be jealousy? no. it felt deeper than that — something dangerously close to bitter loneliness even. and for once, against my better judgment, i almost felt sorry for him, knowing he was as much of a prisoner as i was. cursed to a fate even crueler than mine. amarantha’s whore. no one had ever come to save him. even if i died in this desolate hell, at least i knew that for a moment i had been loved.