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Chapter 17: Feyre’s Nightmare (Rhys POV)

A little one-shot of Rhys saving Feyre from her nightmare after she meets the Night Court squad for the first time in ACOMAF. So happy to be writing fic again after a long week off! I take zero credit for the dialogue and ideas behind this scene. Those belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas.

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I awoke with a jolt, a sort of frenzy shooting through my veins like flying through wind in a storm built on emotions all clamoring over one another for supremacy until at long last cold, miserable agony claimed victory. It was worse than fear. It was terror. And it was precisely how Feyre was feeling in that exact moment.

Feyre.

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The Story of Prythian

This is a possible easter egg for ACOMAF3. You may have to read it five times. 

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It began with a cauldron.

A mighty black cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, golden sparkling liquid pouring out over the lip. No – not sparkling, but effervescent with small symbols, perhaps of some ancient faerie language. –pg 114, ACOTAR

Whenever Feyre needs solace because she is the High Lady of the Night:

In her cell, “If I stared at the ceiling long enough, it became the vast expanse of the starry night sky.” –pg 373, ACOTAR

Facing the bogge, “A starry, unclouded night sky, peaceful and glittering and endless.” –pg 90, ACOTAR

Feyre’s features:

Hands, “Elain’s teacup rattle in its saucer as she noticed my ears. My longer, slender hands – the face that was undeniably Fae.” –pg 246, ACOMAF

Glow, “His smile faded into something awed, something reverent, and I reached out to cup his face in my hands – to find my skin glowing.” –pg 537, ACOMAF

Feyre’s rebirth:

“And then it was dark, a different sort of dark then this place.” –pg 197, ACOMAF

“Everything was black, and warm – and thick.” –pg 407, ACOTAR

“There was light then. Like swimming through sparkling wine –“ –pg 198, ACOMAF

“The golden light grew, and darkness became like sparkling wine, easier to swim through, the bubbles fizzing around me…“ –pg 407, ACOTAR

Feyre’s name:

“An old name – from our earlier dialects.” –pg 313, ACOTAR

The Cauldron:

“The Cauldron was absence and presence. Darkness and … whatever darkness had come from.” –pg 585, ACOMAF

“How the Cauldron purrs in your presence.” –pg 597, ACOMAF

The Book:

Is written in an older language, one could argue ancient; 

“I heard a legend that it was written in a tongue of mighty beings who feared the Cauldron’s power and made the Book to combat it. Mighty beings who were here … and then vanished. You are the only one who can uncode it.” –pg 360

But speaks in riddles:

Like calls to Like. Unmade and Made; Made and Unmade – that is the cycle. Like calls to like. –pg 358, ACOMAF

Life and death and rebirth, Sun and moon and dark, Rot and bloom and bones. Hello sweet thing. Hello, lady of night, princess of decay. Hello fanged beast and trembling fawn. Love me, touch me, sing me. –pg 555, ACOMAF

Sweet tongued liar, lady of many faces – Yes you see now, princess of carrion – you see what you must do…. –pg 586, ACOMAF

Feyre, will be the golden hands to that will forge a new cycle, the rebirth of Prythian!

Cliff Notes version:

A mighty black cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, golden sparkling liquid pouring out over the lip. No – not sparkling, but effervescent with small symbols, perhaps of some ancient faerie language. –pg 114, ACOTAR

“The Cauldron was absence and presence. Darkness and … whatever darkness had come from.”

“glowing.”

“slender hands.”

“A starry…night sky … endless.”

“The golden light grew … the bubbles fizzing”

The symbols in the mural are from the Book, the Book that answers to Feyre.

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You know, I think I maybe going crazy. 

As promised @propshophannah I have begun posting my little Easter eggs and theories

Please, please discuss this with me :)

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Foreshadowing (Easter Eggs):

Feyre’s Prescience Sleeping Giants The Story of Prythian Amren and the King of Hybern Trace Conflagration The Bonds that Haunt Us Ruin Creeping Like Frost

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I literally never stop thinking about this pretty bookshop in Oslo. Please take me back 📚🍂

#Books are home

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stuck between wanting to be friends and thinking it's creepy to approach anyone :')

#ambivert

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You are made up of stardust ✨

Look at your wrist, see the blueish veins? The blood flowing through them contains hemoglobin, a protein that has four iron atoms incorporated into its structure. Iron is only naturally produced in one place, it can only be forged in the core of dying stars.

Every time you look at your veins, remember that you are built from, and kept alive by, pieces of stardust.

#Stardust #you are magic

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I hope your friendship never turns one sided. I hope you get the love which you gave. I hope you never have to beg someone for forgiveness when you were not even wrong. I hope your close ones never leave you at your worst. I hope you don't have to fake smiles infront of people. I hope you guys never get blame for things which you never did. I hope no one ever makes you feel worthless. I hope you don't give anyone the rights to ruin your happiness.

#hope

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#touch

The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.

(from Carolyn Forché's The Country Between Us)

Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go.

- Mary Reufle -

Take my hands in your hands, teach me to remember, teach me not to remember.

(from H.D.'s piece, "Helen in Egypt")

My hands wanted to touch your hands because we had hands.

(from Frank Bidart's poem, In the Western Light)

We held hands.

I was wondering what it would be like to have a home of your own where you could come and go, where people would be welcome, where you would never be frightened again.

-Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal

Holding Hands- A Love Language

#touch

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So according to my parents "ye novels padhne se job nahi milegi"

BAAT TOH SAHI HAI

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always haunted by "what if"

always comforted by "later sometime"

#what if #sometimes #eternity #poetry #procastinar #procastination #aesthetic #dark academia aesthetic #desi aesthetic #desi tag #light academia #indian aesthetic #chaotic academia #desi dark academia

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Hinduism:  Dasha-Mahavidyas

The ten goddesses believed to reside in every woman.

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“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

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The farewells are sort of proms in the desi culture

OKAY let's hYpoTheTicALLy imagine having prom in Indian schools. Then what huh???

do you think they'll let you take dates? Desi parents could never

i can only imagine an Indian high school ‘prom’ to be a formal party where all the teachers are monitoring you and have different party rooms for the girls and boys lmao.

what are YOUR Indian prom theories? ENLIGHTEN ME !!

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Aree you even desi if you can't rap this word by word:

Paan mei pudeena dekha

Naak ka nageena dekha

Chikni chameli dekhi

Chikna kameena dekha

Chaand ne cheater hoke cheat kiya toh

Saare taare bole gilli gilli akhaa

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“If you don’t like it, just don’t watch it.”

That’s not the point.

This Persuasion adaptation means that no other major studio will make a Persuasion adaptation for at least 10 more years. (It’s been 15 years since the last one, and was 12 before that.) So I have to wait alllll that time to get one that might finally be great. So it’s not just that I don’t like this one, it’s that this one has blocked me from the possibility of getting what I do want for years, possibly decades. And I will just be sitting here like Anne, yearning for what could have been, missing out on 8+ years where I could have been happily rewatching a good new Persuasion adaptation that would have been made in this decade. Anne and I are never gonna get those years of happiness back, Lady Russell/Netflix.

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My 13 year old cousin came back from a date with her boyfriend and said, "I can't wait to grow up and spend sunday afternoons with him." At first, I wanted to laugh (after all they're just 13), but I remember being 13 and having the world in my hands. I remember getting excited to talk to someone about my dreams and wishes, and how happy these daydreams and fantasies made me. There's this innocence you can only have at 13 and the world rises and falls and crashes and burns every year... until you do not think about quiet sunday afternoons.

So I asked her about the date and heard her giggle about bubblegum flavored ice cream, and how much she loves this little life. I think she makes me love it too.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

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Me: only one more paragraph

Me: page

Me: chapter

Me: *finishes whole book*

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电母 (雷公之妻) — 电母是司掌闪电之神，属阴，故称母，又称金光圣母、闪电娘娘；法器是两面闪电神镜，传说中样子比较威严。(百度)

Dian Mu, Mother of Lightning (Thunder God's Wife) — Dian Mu is the goddess of lightning. She belongs to the Yin aspect, hence the naming "Mother." She's also known as Jinguang Shengmu (Godess of the golden rays) and Shandian Niangniang (Lady Lightning). According to traditional folk tales, her special ritual objects are two divine mirrors that she wields to create majestic lightning. (Baidu, trans. me)