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#catch Smeris saying some iteration of 'my bride'
flowerflamestars · 2 years
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Nesta had not, for a second, regretting slitting Tomas’s throat. She did not need to ask, to know that Eris would have done the same. More, worse, if she desired it- it was no difficult thing, to picture his cruel mouth soft on her skin, tasting mortal blood sweet as wine.   A monster, and all Nesta could think all night, wrapped round in Archeron red, was: mine.  “Keir’s fucking with us,” Nesta sighed, and let herself sink back, careful, into the towering cushions.   “Blood is enough for most,” Eris said, glint of a there-and-gone smile lighting across his face, “We do not smell enough of each other. He’s testing it.”   “After my bath, all either of us will smell like is shitty Night Court perfume.”   Brighter than the sad, dreamy lights, Eris laughed. “No night blooms, for my bride?”   Nesta met his gaze. Lifted her chin. “No. I prefer roses.”   To press was nothing when there was nothing to trespass through- a breath of memory, and Nesta could practically see Eris inhale the thought, iron blood sunlight burning rose sweet- berry pie and the smoke haze brilliant burn of triumph.   Red, as their wedding had been.   Eris’s second laugh was louder, and suddenly the room felt warm. The dark less heavy for all that it seemed to getting closer, dense shadow settling around them.   “I’ll wear white tomorrow,” he promised, in a flash of teeth. “They do fear you so keenly.”   What her mortal veil might have been, her human name, the color of death to even these immortals- and he did, truly, relish wearing them so.   Nesta could taste it.
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