#Tarquin: I heard you're having problems flying

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Shoreless Sea snippet

“If you try,” Helion said,“To take the Library from the Librarian, you will die.”   Rhysand grinned, flash of teeth all threat. “Who will kill me, Spellcleaver? You?” He jerked his chin toward Tarquin, “Summer?”   “Prythian will kill you,” Helion promised. “The compact that makes your Court, gives your bloodline power. The Library is older than the ground you stand on and it will swallow you whole, Rhysand.”   Sorcha, beside him, looked as though she were thinking about making the attempt herself- bone, sinew, and shadow a fine meal to the daughter of the bloody moon, head cocked in interest. I would keep the bone, she told him in endless, beautiful sparks, for Nesta.   “And if it doesn’t,” Tarquin said, steely, quiet, “Nesta will.”   Rhysand snickered. “With your help?”   Tarquin met his gaze head on, air crackling electric, thunderstorm to burst. “Yes. If she’d like. Your capital is on the sea, isn’t it? The City of Starlight, built all the way down to the waterline.”  “Don’t threaten our people,”- Feyre started, but all of the sudden, Nesta unfroze.   Unwound, those red lacquered lips under the veil speaking in a voice that wasn’t quite right. “You will not die.”   “Nesta would never try to hurt her own family,” Feyre hissed, triumphant, until Nesta stood.   Small in the shadow of Tarquin, figure dragging at reality until she seemed taller than any of them. Light bent, shadow shied away. The Ten Thousand breathed in Nesta, and she had given eternity her voice.   Black, gold, skin paler than bone.   “You will not die,” Chilly and ancient, she echoed, “You will be unmade. Your words forgotten, your bones dust, your ancestors ancestors ancestors erased. There will be no Night- there will be no you- those words, like your magic, will no longer exist.”   “Then stop playing fucking favorites,” Rhysand spit.   A nightmare with Helion’s best friend’s face smiled. “Actions have consequences.” A flicker- a tear in in the fabric of life- thunder without the sound, and there was Nesta, as though there had only ever been Nesta, tilting her head to smirk. “All kingdoms have doors. I suggest you get off your ass and find yours.”

#shoreless 3 has so much shit going on #but also some of my favorite #the currents run deep #Tarquin is a soft man who ALSO has magma flow of a temper #Nesta gets to pick her fights and how she wants to defend herself #but she wants his help? #Tarquin will OBLITERATE her enemies yall #Tarquin: I heard you're having problems flying #for how long can you see high ground #until your whole Court is under water #do not even LOOK at my wife #Sorcha: the most faery faery to faery #yes this is Rhys throwing a fit #because Feyre tried to break into the Library #to make her Daylight plea #of please please Rhys betrayed his people please help me nullify the consequences! #but this time #she didn't make it past the border #yes the Daylight Library Door to night...is in the Court of Nightmares #so currently dead center in Erebus winning this long game #to eradicate an entire imperialist bloodline #the shadows have teeth