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#but in my defense 1)the literal return of fire to him because NESTA
flowerflamestars · 3 years
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Breath shuddered out Eris’s lungs. “Thank you.”   The words were a whisper, worse than his half gold eyes, the lingering lines of despair around his mouth. Nesta had not really, actually moved. And so it was nothing, to plant her shoulder to the wall and turn entirely, to hold his face with both her ungentle hands, and watch flame catch higher.   “Eris.” “Nesta,” He breathed. She was between him and the light of the hearth, a shadow in the shape of a furious woman, but Eris did not need light to see.   He needed nothing, to see all of her.   “Beron,” He said, flatly, “Would like us both beneath the mountain. Proof. Rhysand’s little visit had a cost. I promised you would never have to return and I meant it. Of course, I had to be punished for my…insolence.”   The High Lord of Autumn could not die before the equinox- Nesta wouldn’t trap Lucien. But there was a long, long way between life and death for High Fae. She could make him bleed. Burn. She could take her sure, beautiful husband up on what was in the end a serious offer, and rip out Rhysand’s reckless, selfish heart.   Eris was still speaking, the words falling precise and sharp. “I will go. Listen to Keir’s grandiose plotting, and return to you. I will be punished again.”    He said it like a fact- simple, of no consequence. The sun would rise, the rain would fall, Eris would be hurt. “Absolutely not,” Nesta snarled.
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