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" sorry, i thought i saw you doing something suspicious. " — @valkyrd
the scent of dust & old books fill his scents, his posture tense as he rifles through shelves desperately. it's clear rhysand doesn't know exactly what he's looking for, couldn't even dare to ask for help — anything, that could give him answers: how to save feyre, how to save the babe. death looms over his shoulders, nearing closer & closer as her stomach swells. for once, he's rendered absolutely helpless. every healer has given him the same answers, & every time he had to try his hardest not to completely shatter in their midst.
all he has left is to search old texts — however few & far between they are. which lead him here, barely holding himself together, a swirl of shadows subconsciously looming around his figure as to spare the priestesses from seeing him like this. it's only his search hits a wall that the fog falters, hand running through his hair, so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't even noticed gwyn there. with an inhale, rhysand's gaze softens, head dipping down in greeting. he can be on edge anywhere else, but here ... here, he'll regain his composure, lips flickering into a polite smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes. " ah, not to worry. feyre has me searching for a romance novel, embarrassingly enough. perhaps you have some recommendations? " he'll admit: not his best lie.
nesta watches her friend from the doorway for a few quiet moments, marvelling at the unlikely NEW CARYNTHIAN. if she hadn’t been blessed enough to witness it with her own eyes, she isn’t certain that she’d be able to believe it. not out of any doubt about gwyn and emerie’s strength, but that she’s lucky enough to call two of the most resilient females she knows her friends. but she is that lucky; luckier still that all of her loved ones are safe. over the course of one of the most hideous days of her life, she has uncovered a secret that she didn’t realise she had kept from herself: that she too is one of the most resilient females she knows.
after months (years) of fighting it, she had found it in herself to plunge into the darkest depths of her power to save the people who mean the most to her… to bring a new one into the world. for the first time in a long while the band around her chest has eased it’s vice like grip on her. nesta pushes herself from the doorframe and into the midnight breeze, not wishing to spend another second alone. gwyn’s greeting brings another smile to her lips, clearing the exhaustion from her features. it hurts her face to beam like this; in the same way days spent fighting to survive have left a dull ache in her muscles. they’re one in the same, so she allows the smile to linger... allows herself to feel happy without hesitation.
“regardless of if you can forgive me, i'm confident that rhysand can be convinced to keep you well stocked with tea cakes and any other sweet treats you may desire.” a playful glint flickers in silver eyes as she rests beside her friend, thankful for the balcony to carry some of her weight, but her voice is serious when she speaks again. “— it meant more to you... to you and emerie. i had another mountain to climb.”
‧.⋆｡⋆ ✩ ༶⋆ STARTER CALL | @moondevoured
SHE QUELLS THE GUT DEEP ANXIETY that threatens to steal her breath as she stares out at the vast city of velaris. a jewel box carved into stone by the sea. it was lovely, to be sure. an utter tragedy to have never beheld it in all of its splendor in her time here. the townhouse offers views neither the library nor the house could afford, throwing the court of night into sharp relief. winding roads lined with shops and taverns and beautiful homes, all brimming with people as evening gave way into true night [ . . . ] there's a wistfulness that takes root in her heart alongside her fear. a powerful yearning that might one day eclipse the fright that kept her shackled to a place that no longer served her. a half smile tugs at gwyn's lips as nesta comes to join her on the balcony, settling at the lip of the railing. ' I still don't know if I forgive you for staying behind. . . ' she muses, her voice a teasing lilt to conceal the anguish that still gripped her heart at the memory of nesta's face on the mountain. ' But if you can make the high lord send more of these tea cakes to the library I'll consider a truce. '
for @valkyrd, from this meme.
“don’t stop what you’re doing, az. you wouldn’t believe how beautiful gwyn looks with your tongue in her.” more beautiful than nesta could put into words, with her rosy lips parted and an iridescent sheen across flushed cheeks. she’s never seen her friend look so alive. the sight is entrancing, and although they’ve been happily sharing azriel, it dawns on her that she wants to help him coax those sweet sounds of delight from her gwyns perfect lips.
“— you look incredible.” nesta murmurs, trailing kisses to the milky skin of her throat. she marvels at the honeyed scent that emanates from her and her walls clench around azriel’s cock as she breathes her in. instinct takes over, and her lips travel down gwyn’s chest until she reaches the fullness of her breast. azriel’s hips buck against hers, as if sensing her every move and encouraging her, and nesta curls her arms around her friend’s lithe waist to steady herself, focused entirely on teasing lazy circles around her hardened nipple. the sound of a moan meets her. it’s her own. curious silver eyes lift up to find teal orbs, to read her features, and she sucks gwyn's perfect breast into her mouth to stifle the sounds of her own pleasure.