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Leave this world a better place than how you found it.
k.b. // a court of wings and ruin - sarah j. maas
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depressedreader209 · 2 years
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Tamlin: every girl wants to marry a Prince Charming
Feyre: why should I want Prince Charming when I have a king that treats me like the queen that I am?
Feysand: *fist bump
Cassian: why can’t we be like that?
Nesta: because you’re a peasant
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ofduskanddreams · 1 year
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ELAIN ARCHERON
for @elainweekofficial
She had always been so full of light. Perhaps that was why she now kept all the curtains open. To fill the void that existed where all of that light had once been.
"Nesta won't go, because she says she doesn't want to risk the sea crossing, but you and I... Oh, we'd have fun wouldn't we?"
The little garden beneath the window was hers; every bloom and shrub had been picked and planted by her hand; she would allow no one else to care for it.
"What can I get you, Elain?" Only with Elain did she use that voice. Elain shook her head once more. "Sunshine." Nesta cut me a furious stare before guiding our sister down the hall—to the sunny garden in the back.
----(paintings are freely licensed under creative commons)
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acomaflove · 6 days
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Azriel: *sneezes and shadows come out of his nose*
Rhysand:
Amren:
Morrigan:
Cassian:
Feyre:
Nesta: ………So we are all just going to ignore that?
Cassian: Oh my bad; bless you, Azriel.
Nesta: THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT
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Nesta: You know, Rhysand gives Feyre flowers everyday. I wish you'd do that too.
Cassian: Okay.
Later that same day.
Cassian, handing Feyre flowers:
Feyre:
Cassian: I don't know, I'm confused as well.
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aprill-99 · 7 months
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How it started *Under the Mountain*:
Feyre: “So that’s the love of my life.”
Rhys: “Really? Tamlin? That guy?”
Feyre: “Yeah. Thoughts?”
Rhys: “And prayers. Girl what-”
Where it went *Early ACOWAR*:
Feyre: “So this is my mate.”
Lucien: “Really? Your mate is that guy?? Rhysand???”
Feyre: “Yeah. Thoughts?”
Lucien: “And Prayers. Girl what-”
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nebarious · 2 months
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Rhysand : In your opinion, how do you define stupidity?
Azriel : *turns to Nesta* How do you define Cassian?
Nesta: Stupid
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merymoonbeam · 3 months
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Just look at the same highlighted parts...greens especially.
“When I sleep,” she murmured, “I can hear your heart beating through the stone.” She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. “Can you hear mine?” He wasn’t sure if she truly meant to address him, but he said, “No, lady. I cannot.” Her too-thin shoulders seemed to curve inward. “No one ever does. No one ever looked—not really.” A bramble of words. Her voice strained to a whisper. “He did. He saw me. He will not now.”
Look really.
The ancient healer jerked her chin toward Lucien. “See what he can do. If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate.” “How.” The word was barely more than a barked command. I braced myself to warn Nesta to be polite, but Madja said to my sister, as if she were a small child, “The mating bond. It is a bridge between souls.”
It really tells a story.
Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, “Should we—does she need …?” “She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien. Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”
It does.
It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not … Perhaps he, too, had suffered as Elain had before he understood what gift he possessed. He asked Elain, “There is another queen?”
As if it is making us...
But Azriel nodded. “You knew,” he said to Elain. “About the young queen turning into a crone.” Elain blinked and blinked, eyes clearing again. As if the understanding, our understanding … it freed her from whatever murky realm she’d been in. “The sixth queen is alive?” Azriel asked, calm and steady, the voice of the High Lord’s spymaster, who had broken enemies and charmed allies. Elain cocked her head, as if listening to some inner voice. “Yes.” Lucien just stared and stared at my sister, as if he’d never seen her before.
SEE
Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade. I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.
And that's it, your Honor
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The Inner Circle: Hey, Cassian, does it freak you out at all that Nesta is literally death incarnate?
Cassian: Smash.
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"i would have waited five hundred more years for you. a thousand years, and if this is all the time we were allowed to have.....the wait was worth it." -acowar p. 612
rhysand is the standard
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likeiwishiknew · 3 months
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Gwyn: Do you speak French?
Azriel: Only between your legs.
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shallyne · 13 days
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Bryaxis: I don't want to eat our allies
Bryaxis: 👹bUt thE paRasiTE in Me WANTs to EaT oUR aLLieS👹
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depressedreader209 · 2 years
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Cassian: From now on we will be using code names. You will address me as Eagle One.
Cassian: Mor, codename “Been there done that.”
Cassian: Nesta is “Currently doing that.”
Cassian: Amren is “It happened once in a dream.”
Cassian: Rhys, codename “If I had to pick a dude.”
Cassian: Azriel is “Eagle Two.”
Azriel: Oh, thank god.
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divinemare · 1 month
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Mareena (OC): Fight me! 
Cassian: Ha, look at your size! What are you gonna do, kick my ankle? 
*Later* 
Rhys: Why is Cassian crying? 
Azriel: Mare kicked him really hard on the ankle.
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acomaflove · 18 days
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Feyre: what do you commonly use your magic for besides manipulating shadows?
Azriel: controlling my allergies.
Feyre:
Feyre:
Feyre: what.
Azriel: I can’t be a spymaster with the sniffles.
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Tarquin: I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy!
Tarquin: Unless of course, we're talking about my enemy, Cassian. Fuck you Cassian, you know what you did.
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