(Cassian: lies seductively on table)
Cassian: hey Nes- (table breaks)
Prompt: “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”
This one was really fun to write ;)
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The day was cold and gloomy. Ice-cold wind whistled ruthlessly around Cassian, and he shivered, pulling his already thin jacket tighter around him. Fitting, he thought. It was almost like the weather could read his emotions.
Alone, he stood on the doorstep of Nesta’s house, knocking twice before letting himself in. The door swung open effortlessly and dead silence greeted him. The apartment was dark and empty, the curtains drawn and living room lightless. Sighing, Cassian shook off his boots and coat and stepped onto the plush rug. He began picking the clothes strewn carelessly about the house, a hoodie on the couch, a pair of sweatpants hanging off the dining table chairs. Quietly, he wandered around the house, picking up various items of clothing. After separating them into his and Nesta’s, he folded them and mutely placed them on the coffee table next to the day-old mug of drained coffee. Cassian carefully gathered his stack of clothes and taking one last survey around the kitchen and living room, headed upstairs to pack the last of his things.
They had agreed (well, more like fought over,) that Cassian was to keep the vacuum cleaner while Nesta took the blender and toaster. He could have the car, houseplants, and decor, so long as she could keep the house and its sizable furniture. Most of his stuff was already packed, waiting in his hastily-rented apartment, as he packed the last, and admittedly, the items he had procrastinated packing. His clothes.
Packing his clothes meant he had to enter the bedroom─their shared bedroom. The place where so many firsts had happened. First kiss, first sleep-over, the first time he had asked her to be his girlfriend, first─
He shot down his thoughts before they could go any further. Quietly padding up the stairs and stopping at the door, he sighed yet again. There was nothing melodramatic about this. Kicking up a big fuss would not solve anything. It was best to get it over and done with.
Taking a deep breath, he rapped loudly on the door.
A small voice answered from inside the room. “Yes?”
Cassian was not expecting her to be here. “It’s Cassian,” he answered after a beat.
Everything went silent again. He took it as a sign to enter.
The room was dark, save for the sliver of light rebelliously peeking out of the curtains. The bed sat right in the middle of the room, exactly in the same place as he remembered it. A human-sized lump lay under the covers. So this is where she’d been the last few weeks. Cassian tip-toed in.
“Nesta?” He whispered, careful not to wake her.
A soft voice peeked out from underneath the bed sheets. “Cassian?”
“Yeah. I announced myself after I knocked. Like you always asked.”
Nesta’s voice was unusually small. And hoarse. Guilt dropped like a stone in his belly. He shook it off almost as quickly as it came.
A minute passed. “Why are you here?”
“I’m leaving.” Cassian spoke at a normal noise level now.
“Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do,” she conceded quietly. There was no venom coating her words, no sharp edge to her voice. How uncharacteristic of her.
Minutes passed, and the only sound in the bedroom was the soft clicking of plastic hangers as Cassian removed his clothes from their shared closet. The clock ticked softly on the wall. Silence reigned ruthlessly.
After a beat, Cassian asked, “Do you want me to leave?”
Strained silence. Then a whispered, “No.”An honest confession. The hurt in her words was unmistakable.
Emboldened, Cassian tried to coax another response out of her. He needed something, something, at least, to hold on to, a reason to tell him why they didn’t work out. She had ended it abruptly, not giving him anything, not even an explanation as to why she ended it. Nesta had simply left. He sighed for the umpteenth time that day. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”
He knew Nesta couldn’t bring herself to say it. They both knew. Somehow, Cassian knew she didn’t need to say the words to know she meant them, and ones she wouldn’t say were the loudest of them all, the words unspoken were left hanging in the air. All cards were laid on the table as deafening silence clanged around the two.
Cassian tried again. “Is that all?”
“Okay.” she echoed tonelessly. “What are you doing?” She added softly.
“Packing up my things. You’ve suffered enough,” he whispered, zipping up his bags and stepping out of the darkened room. The door snicked softly behind him.
They knew each other well enough at this point; the countless number of years they had spent together proved well enough that when Cassian left, he could sense Nesta’s heart─the one they had worked so hard together to repair─shatter into pieces. He didn’t have to hear it to know.
The house was dark and silent as he left; its windows closed, the curtains drawn.
Just the way he had found it.
Cassian murmured a soft ‘goodbye’ and then he was gone, the scent of him vanishing on the howling wind.
Felt like writing a really quiet but angsty fic since this week has been super draining for me but I’m finally back on Tumblr after 5 months I think??
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The transition from ACOFAS to ACOSF was like:
Rhys and Azriel sat down and looked at the map. Flags were placed where they knew armies resided. Each court marked, even the continent and the other lands to the east and west of them. Each court had about ten thousand men they could spare and were marked as such. Prynthian was still reeling from the loss a couple years ago, the war with Hybern taking thousands of lives and so soon after Amarantha’s reign, the courts were struggling to repopulate. Although many had come back from the various continents to find homes within the different courts. There were some courts such as Winter, Summer and Spring, who were still struggling. Azriel knew that The Summer court was still rebuilding after Hybern had attacked. The Spring Court was still in tatters after Tamlin’s treachery and Feyre showing the court their High Lords true colors. As for The Winter Court, Rhys has explained that Amarantha had wiped out many children, lesser and high fae. Rhys never spoke if he was the one to do it or if it was Amarantha herself.
Azriel glanced at Rhys who looked to be buried in nightmares. The memories of the horrors Rhys had to do, what he had to endure then and now looked like they were flying through his mind. The things he had to do, the person he had to be. Azriel thought no less of his brother, would never think less of him.
“Lucien is still with Vassa and Jurian in the Hewn City. As is Eris. My spies tell me they are residing in one of the palace apartments. Keir has left them well enough alone, though I think that is mostly due to Eris’s involvement.”
Rhys glanced up, pain flickering in his eyes before disappearing altogether. His voice was distant as he spoke. “Eris has chosen his side. I am not sure what his father will think.” Pausing Rhys crossed his arms and rested his chin in his hand, peering down at the map. “Eris has shown that he can be trusted. I trust him, if sanctuary is what he needs then I will give it. I am not sure what Beron will do, or if he has done something already. I’ll need to speak to Eris about it. Is he content to stay in the city?”
Azriel nodded. “I assume so. He hasn’t said anything. Mostly stays to himself and reads. Lucien and him have been talking. I don’t know how Vassa and Jurian are fairing. They both seem to hate the city as much as we do.”
Rhys thought for a moment and studied the map. Beron had moved his troops to the western border as if he was scared he was going to be attacked from the continent. Tamlin was a different story. Both seemed to be a threat and he didn’t like the thought of it. Rhys had been tense since Feyre had given birth. His instincts wanting to guard and protect his mate and son. They both rarely left the house without Cassian, Azriel or himself going with him. The threat of another war brought chaos into Rhys’s mind. He would do anything to protect his family.
“If we offer a house to them, they will be closer. But it has to be their choice. I will not force them to stay within my court if they do not wish to. Ask them, but also tell them that they are welcome to come and go as they please. We’ll know when they leave and come.”
“Was she worth being counted?”
- Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames Ch. 49
YESS!!! I’m a huge YA fantasy lover. I’ve been reading A LOT recently and when the Nesta and Cassian book came out, I had to get it. I always loved the potential of them and then, after the whole battle, I kind of expected them to get together and I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the two of them. Cassian is just so broody and growly and I love him. I just finished their book and I screeched so hard when I finished it.
Someone freak out with me over the fact that Nesta and Cassian are mates. I mean, I kind of figured because they both had similar reactions like Feyre and Rhysand upon first meeting, but also it took so long for either one of them to say it I was seriously beginning to have doubts. And they introduced the whole Eris thing and I was kind of worried because they hadn’t actually said the words yet, but the two of them basically had the magic orgasm during sex so like THEY HAD TO BE MATES and then the two beautiful idiots FINALLY SAID IT.
THEY CONFIRMED THEY WERE MATES.
I KNEW IT.
“She could still feel his feather light touch, his hands so gentle and so warm against her neck. The way his hands had cradled her head. She had felt so safe, so warm. Her heart was still racing as she thought of Azriel, and how he looked standing in the shadows.”
⚠️spoiler de acosf ⚠️
Meanwhile the valkyries but feared …
Nestha / Emerie /gwyn
Nesta scoffed, but Emerie said, “The House will give you anything you want. Just say it out loud.” With Gwyn’s eyebrows raised, Emerie said, “I’d like a slice of pistachio cake, please. "
FRIENDLY REMINDER that Cassian was fucking panicked when they couldn’t find Nesta in the bog.
Nesta really went from
I changed my anatomy cause I want to have your babies
In like… less than a year
The House, seeing Nessian is about to f*ck again for the thousand time this month:
Can we take a moment to appreciate how Cassian said he knew the waltz dances and had danced him all his life but he still asked Mor to practice dancing with him because he wanted to be perfect for Nesta and because he probably got intimidated after Elain told them how good Nesta was at dancing?
Even so he saw her dancing with Eris, everyone gasped at the sight collectively, and nonetheless he went for it and asked her to dance and put his heart and insecurities out there so to dance with her. His skills could never match hers and he knew that if people saw that those that scorned him all his life would find pleasure in mocking him but he intervened and asked Nesta to dance with him either way.
And it was not just because he was jealous but because he also understood how important dancing was with Nesta and he wanted to give her this and be part of something she loved and made her happy. Something he knew she had to have in her life. He actually practiced in secret so to give her the perfect dance.
I really would like to know what smut books would Emerie, Gwyn and Nesta read nowadays
Okay can someone tell me if I should read ACOSF… I wanna know more about all my babies but I dont want to read it if its really sad… so just tell me cause I was really excited for this book and I won’t read it if its gonna make me dislike feyre and the whole inner circle and also please tell me if the book has more sad parts than happy ones cause then I will probably read it later :))
I finally finished A Court of Silver Flames and I’d just like to say that I came into this book hating Nesta, as I’m sure many of us did. But by God, the end of it…
If you haven’t picked this up yet, please do. See her in a different light. I was so hesitant because I truly thought I hated her, I wasn’t even going to read it. But guys…it’s so worth it.
someone send me asks of like one shot prompts or general writing ideas. can be smutty. i like to write :)