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elide x lorcan, modern/university au, our roommates are dating, NSFW, word count: 9111

Lorcan exhaled heavily as he finally reclined in his too small, too uncomfortable bed. There was no hope for anyone above average size in student residence, even if he had a larger bed. He huffed, there was nothing XL about his extra-large twin. His feet still hung off the edge, and tonight he was too tired to curl up.

The only small mercy of tonight was that Rowan had decided to stay at Aelin’s. Finally. Whenever they spent the night here, Lorcan considered smashing his head against the cinder brick walls. It would be a better fate than spending the night with the couple. They were very… passionate, to say the least. Disgustingly, bordering-on-sexual-harrassment passionate.

He could feel how close, how blissfully close he was to falling asleep. Lorcan turned onto his stomach and sighed as he wrapped his arms around his pillow.

At that very moment, someone started pounding on his door. Lorcan’s eyes snapped open, and he swore loudly. The knocking didn’t stop, so he angrily got out of bed. He ripped the door open in hopes of catching whoever it was off-guard. “What the actual fuck,” he seethed, “is your gods-damned problem?”

The girl who stood there didn’t flinch or cower when confronted with his anger, even though Lorcan doubted her head would even reach his shoulders. Her dark eyes flashed in anger. He noticed she was carrying a pillow and dressed in pyjamas. “This is Rowan Whitethorn’s room, right?” He blinked dumbly, and the girl snapped, “Well?”

Lorcan bristled at her tone and straightened to his full size, glowering down at her. He crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s it to ya?”

She huffed, “Your roommate and mine are no better than feral animals and seem to have very little spatial awareness. So,” she sighed, shifting her weight. “I need a place to sleep, and I know there’s a free bed here.” Her brows raised hopefully.

He cocked a straight, dark eyebrow and leaned against the doorframe. “Yeah, so?”

The girl – Aelin’s roommate, he deduced – deflated, her shoulders curling inwards. “Please don’t make me go back to my room.”

Lorcan decided to take pity on her. He dipped his chin, stepping aside to let her in. She gave him a half-smile as she slipped past him. “Thanks,” she told him over her shoulder.

He waved it off and closed the door, plunging the room into darkness. “Don’t mention it. No one deserves to share a room with them.” Lorcan flicked on the lamp to see her stood between his bed and Rowan’s. He approached his bed and nodded towards the lofted one opposite his. “That’s Ro’s. Have at it.” With that, Lorcan laid back down and rolled towards the wall.

Lorcan listened for the sounds of her getting into Rowan’s bed, but the room stayed completely silent. He sighed in annoyance, rolling back, “Look, princess, I know Rowan’s a fucking nymphomaniac, but he’s also a neat freak, so…”

The girl whipped her head around, eyes flashing, “Don’t fucking call me that.” She turned back to the bed, sighing. “It’s not that. I’m just unsure how ‘m supposed to get into it, is all.”

He sat up, looking between her and the bed. “Huh. How ‘bout that?” Lorcan got to his feet.

She whirled around, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Lorcan held his hands up. “Cool it, killer. I was just going to ask if you wanted some help.” He glanced down her body. “No offence, you’re, uh, pretty tiny and Rowan’s not.”

“Oh. Um. Yes, thank you,” she said, still wary. “You can help me.”

He braced his hands around her waist and bent his knees. No way was he blowing out his back all because he wanted to impress some chick. “Ready?” When he nodded, Lorcan stood up and lifted her too. He gently sat her on Rowan’s bed. Her eyes widened, and her plush lips curled around an ‘oh’. Lorcan ducked his head, suddenly shy. “I play rugby for the school. I’m a prop,” he supplied.

She made a face, “Sorry, I don’t know anything about rugby.”

“Oh. Well, one thing I do is lift locks – that’s a position – during lineouts.”

She nodded sagely. “So that’s how you and Rowan ended up together? The rugby team?”

Lorcan nodded as he went back to his bed. “Yup.”

“Is Rowan a prop?”

He snorted, “Nah, he’s too small. He’s a scrum half, kinda like a quarterback?” He reclined once more, tucking his hands beneath his head.

The girled laid down. “Ah.” She shifted around for a bit until she settled on her side with her arms and legs neatly tucked against her torso. “You can turn the light off now.”

Lorcan reached out and turned it off. His gaze drifted back to her. Now, the only light source was the moon cascading through the window. It reflected off her ebony hair, making it glisten. It was fascinating. “I’m Lorcan, by the way,” he said softly. He suddenly felt very strange that they didn’t know each other’s names, yet they were sleeping only a couple metres apart.

Upon further reflection, Lorcan realised that Rowan probably mentioned it before, but Lorcan hadn’t cared enough to remember his roommate’s girlfriend’s roommate’s name.

He cared now.

Her eyes opened. “I’m Elide,” she offered. “It’s nice to meet you, Lorcan.”

The sound of his name on her lips made his foolish heart falter. Lorcan repressed his shiver. “Good night, Elide.”

Elide’s smile grew, and she whispered, “Sweet dreams, Lorcan.”

✵✵✵✵✵

Over the next month or so, Elide Lochan became a regular visitor at Lorcan and Rowan’s dorm. She’d show up with a small, tired smile, her pillow, and her bookbag. Lorcan always let her in.

He’d learned a lot about her. She was from Perranth, born and raised, and she and Aelin knew each other through their parents – friends since childhood. Lorcan knew she was an only child, and she’d met his younger sisters – Winona and Tallulah – once when he happened to be on FaceTime with them.

Sometimes, they met up on purpose to study together. Lorcan often found himself in awe at the ways her brain worked.

When she came over to steal Rowan’s bed, they didn’t just go to sleep anymore.

They stayed up talking about nothing and everything.

Lorcan had learned many important things about Elide, like she was at the Kingsflame University on a full-ride academic scholarship. The girl was wicked smart. She wanted to be a logician, and the thing about that was– Lorcan had had to take a deductive logic class his first year in computer science, and after three months, all he’d learned was that he never, ever wanted to talk about deductive logic ever again.

He didn’t seem to mind it when Elide talked about it.

Lorcan knew that Elide didn’t like movies, only TV shows, and her favourite show was Seinfeld, even if she could spend hours – and did – ranting about how she couldn’t stand Jerry and George. She hated cereal and shuddered every morning she woke up to him eating a bowl of Cheerios. Lorcan learned that Elide was not a morning person, and she hated coffee, even though she needed a dose of caffeine to move past monosyllabic grunts when she first woke, so she drank, more like chugged, three cups of black tea. He learned that she preferred poetry over novels, and that Audre Lorde and Leonard Cohen were tied for her all-time favourites. Her favourite genre of music was goth, and she knew a freaky amount of trivia about Depeche Mode and the Cramps.

He knew that she was mostly indifferent about sports, especially team sports, but she still tagged along with Aelin to rugby games. Whenever they scored a try, or succeeded in a lineout, Lorcan found himself looking for her in the stands.

At this point, Lorcan knew Elide better than he knew Rowan these days. It used to bother him that Rowan was never around, and he’d ditch plans in a second if Aelin was available, but since Elide started coming around, he wasn’t so upset anymore.

They were watching a movie one night, because Lorcan had declared that it was simply unacceptable that she’d never seen Inception. She’d been apprehensive, but he always managed to convince her.

“You like metaphysics, right? Like in philosophy?”

Elide scrunched her nose, “I guess… I mean, I think it’s a bit pointless, but it’s cool to think about.”

Lorcan grinned triumphantly. “Ok, well, Inception is metaphysics, princess, just fun and directed by Christopher Nolan.”

She’d outright laughed when he told her Inception was the best piece of metaphysical theory ever created, calling him an idiot, but she’d agreed.

Lorcan and Elide were sitting horizontal on his bed, their backs against the wall. At first, the laptop had been between them, then Elide had told him she was cold. He had put the computer on his lap so that Elide could press against his side and he could wrap his arm around her.

He split his time between watching the screen and watching Elide. Lorcan found that he enjoyed watching her reactions more.

“–even if it was true that we were only dreaming all the time, we would still need to exist in a reality where it’s possible to dream, you get that right? So, technically, we’d still be conscious beings, we just experience consciousness through our subconscious, but even if you accept that,” Elide explained, her hands gesticulating, “it’s kinda an inconsequential question because conscious experience is inherently relative and subjective, so what does it matter? This would still be my reality, this would still be all I know if it turns out I’m attached to some machine that keeps me asleep.”

“Y’know, princess, when I said it was like metaphysics, I wasn’t being serious, right?”

“You brought this on yourself, Salvaterre, it’s—”

Someone roughly shoved the door open, cutting Elide off.

Lorcan’s arm tightened around Elide as she startled, and two pairs of dark eyes turned to glare at the intruder. Upon finding Rowan, their glares deepened.

The silver-haired boy paused, then rolled his eyes. “Elide,” he muttered.

She looked up at Lorcan, then slowly extricated herself from his hold. “Hi, Rowan,” she answered flatly.

“I thought you were staying at Aelin’s tonight,” Lorcan said, not caring that his tone made the sentence more like an accusation than a statement.

“I was, but,” Rowan’s jaw clenched, “I’m not anymore.” He glanced at Elide, seeming irritated.

Lorcan’s jaw clicked. What right did Rowan, of all people, have to be irritated that someone else was in their dorm room? It was all too rich.

Elide must have picked up on his irritation. Her brows rose in incredulity, and she shared a look with Lorcan. He shook his head a bit, but she just glanced back at Rowan and shrugged.

Rowan cleared his throat obnoxiously, still glaring at Elide. “I don’t mean to interrupt whatever you two are doing,” he muttered before angrily getting into his bed and turning away.

Elide frowned at Lorcan, and he shook his head, leaning down to whisper. “Just stay ‘till the movie’s over.”

She didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t leave. Instead, she curled closer to him and rested her head on his chest. “Ok, then.” Elide reached out to press play on the movie, then lowered the volume.

Neither one of them could really pay attention. Rowan’s irritation rolled off of him in waves, and Elide felt too weird to relax. Lorcan could feel it too. His jaw ticked. He was pissed that Rowan was acting his way. Typically, his friend was more polite – Lorcan couldn’t say what happened to make him act this way.

Lorcan moved his arm around Elide to hold her tighter. He knew Rowan hadn’t fallen asleep and was just stewing in his pissy attitude.

At some point, while watching the movie, Elide gasped loudly.

Rowan flipped over, snapping, “Elide, can you get out?”

She startled, “What?”

He repeated himself, then said, “You’re being loud, and I’m trying to sleep here. Why don’t you go back to your room?”

Lorcan glared at him, his lips thinning, “Ro—”

“Y’know, it’s my room, too, so I get a say in who’s in here, and who’s not.” He worked his jaw. “So get out.”

The girl laughed coldly at the irony of it all. She slowly sat up, and Lorcan’s chest prickled from the loss of pressure and warmth. “Right. I’m intruding on your space, is that it?” Elide looked at Lorcan with a shrug, but he could see the hurt in her eye. “Sorry, Lor, I guess we’ll just finish it another day.”

With that, Elide crawled off his bed and started gathering her things. Lorcan sent another murderous look Rowan’s way, then got up to help her. Elide’s pillow had been on Rowan’s bed, and the prick hadn’t even noticed. He’d already turned back towards the wall.

Elide marched over, reached up, and yanked it out from under his head.

Rowan flipped over, “What the fuck, Elide?”

“I don’t want to forget my pillow,” she retorted. “Have a good sleep, Rowan.”

The way she said made it very clear she would probably prefer Rowan having the worst sleep of his life. Elide didn’t say another word as she stormed towards the door, yanking it open.

Lorcan stared incredulously at his roommate. “Rowan.”

Rowan frowned, “What? I don’t know what her fucking problem is.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Lorcan snarled before exiting the room. He half-jogged to catch up with Elide. “Princess, wait up.”

She sighed heavily and stopped, pivoting to face him. “I told you not to call me that,” Elide said, her voice sad.

He slung his arm over her shoulders, “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

They both turned towards the stairs to make the trek up to Elide and Aelin’s room.

When they got to her floor, Lorcan said, “I’m sorry about Rowan. I don’t know why he’s so pissy.”

“Oh, you know, trouble in paradise,” Elide sighed. “You don’t have to apologise for him, he’s not sorry.”

“I still feel bad.”

She flashed him a brittle smile. “Thanks.”

Too soon, they made it to Elide’s room.

She slowed in front of her door, but she didn’t make any move to open it.

Lorcan glanced between her and the door, an eyebrow raised in question.

“I don’t want to go in if Aelin’s still awake. She’s going to walk to talk about whatever happened, and,” Elide laughed coldly. “I’m so fucking done with their shit.”

He rubbed her back, opening his mouth to reassure her.

Before he could, the door ripped open. He and Elide jumped – seriously, what was Aelin and Rowan’s obsession with aggressively opening doors?

“There you are!” Aelin exclaimed in accusation. “I’ve been texting you, Elide, y’know, it wouldn’t kill you to check your phone once in a while.”

Elide sighed. “Good night, Lorcan.”

He thinned his lips, narrowing his eyes at Aelin. “‘Night, Elide. Good luck.”

She laughed quietly. “You too.”

Lorcan shoved his hands in his pockets and pivoted on his heel.

Elide looked at her roommate, desperately trying to hold onto her anger. She didn’t want to get into it tonight. She brushed past Aelin, beelining to her bed.

The door fell shut with a heavy thud. Elide’s hackles raised. She could almost feel Aelin staring at her. “What did that mean?”

“What did what mean,” Elide asked robotically as she got into bed.

“You know, Lorcan saying good luck. What did he mean?”

She sighed while pulling her blanket up to her chin. “Nothing, Aelin. It’s just a joke.”

Her roommate scoffed, “Well, yeah, but a joke about what?”

Elide clenched her jaw, “It’s nothing, Aelin, let it go.”

“If it’s nothing, why can’t you tell me what it means?”

She sat up, dragging her hands down her face. “Aelin, I really don’t want to talk about this now,” Elide said carefully. “Can you just let it go, and we’ll talk about it later?”

Aelin cocked her jaw. “No, I want to talk about it now. I never see you anymore, and when I do see you, you’re always annoyed.”

Elide pressed her lips together, weighing her options. Some part of her knew that whatever she said now, if she didn’t speak carefully, could never be taken back. It would change her friendship with Aelin, and even though she was angry with her, Elide didn’t want that.

Slowly, she sat up and turned on her lamp. “Ok, fine. Before I say what I’m going to say, I want you to know that I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I’m not trying to hurt you, ok?”

“...ok,” Aelin shifted uncertainly.

After a deep breath, Elide started, fighting to keep her voice even. “I’m very happy for you, that you found Rowan and you’re happy, but the way that you and Rowan act is… really disrespectful to me.”

“What? How?”

“You two are always here. You don’t ask me if it’s ok that he comes over,” she pointed out. “I don’t even like to come home most of the time because I’m scared you two will be in middle of having sex. You’ve had sex with him while I was literally two metres away, Aelin. It makes me extremely uncomfortable, ok? It’s inappropriate.”

Her roommate blushed deeply and averted her gaze. Aelin protested weakly, “We put up the screen, Elide.”

Elide scoffed, rolling her eyes. “A paper folding screen isn’t soundproof, Aelin.” She crossed her arms. “I’m just- I’m tired of it. I’m tired of you and Rowan acting like you can do whatever you want to do. This is my space too, and I feel like you don’t acknowledge that.”

“Well, you’re never here! How can we act like it’s your space if you’re barely here?”

“You’re not listening,” Elide said, hating how tight her throat got. She did not want to cry. “I’ve told you why I’m not here, and you’re not listening.” She swallowed and told Aelin, “Your boyfriend is an asshole, too. He’s mean.”

“How?” Aelin demanded. “How is he mean?”

“He kicked me out of his room.” Moisture gathered on Elide’s lashes, and her bottom lip wobbled, “Because I was watching a movie with Lorcan when you kicked him out, and he was pissed that I was in his room.”

Aelin spread her hands, “Ellie, I’m so sorry, I’m sure he didn’t mean–”

Elide slashed her hand through the air. “I don’t care what he meant. He was mean, and you two are rude, Aelin. Fix that before you apologise.” Her vision blurred, and her tears spilled over, streaking down her cheeks. Elide quickly wiped them away, shaking her head, “I told you I didn’t want to talk about this, Aelin.”

“Elide, I’m sorry,” Aelin said, her own voice tight. “I- I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, ok? I’ll talk to Ro, I’ll make him apologise.”

Crying softly, Elide shook her head. “Please, don’t. I don’t care anymore, because you’ve said you’re sorry before, but nothing ever changes, Aelin.” She looked at her roommate. “I told you I didn’t want to talk about this, I’m done talking about this. Good night, Aelin.”

“El—”

“I said good night.” With that, Elide turned the lamp off and laid down, turning away from her roommate.

Sleep did not come easily for either Elide or Aelin that night.

✵✵✵✵✵

Lorcan was stewing in the cafeteria, angrily stabbing at his bland breakfast. Eventually, he shoved the tray away from him and crossed his arms. He wasn’t hungry.

“Don’t take it out on the poor tray,” said a dry voice.

He looked up at Elide, his smile fading when he took in her state. A big, oversized hoodie, equally too-big sweatpants and thick glasses when she normally preferred contacts. Her face looked paler than normal, too, and she just looked so wrong. “H- hey,” he responded. Lorcan moved over on the bench, “Sit down.”

Elide put her tray down and sat with a big sigh. Without prompting, she leaned into his side. Lorcan was shocked, but he didn’t protest. He merely draped his arm around her shoulders. “So I’m guessing last night didn’t go well?”

She groaned, burying her face in her hands. “It was horrible, Lor,” Elide complained. “I cried, she cried. It was just- it was bad. And now she’s trying to be, like, cheery and friendly.” She shuddered.

Lorcan chuckled.

“Hey, don’t laugh at me,” Elide said, sitting up with an impressive glare. “How did your night go?”

He shrugged, “It was fine. Didn’t say much.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to her oatmeal. Elide glumly poked at it, clearly not feeling like eating. “You want to finish Inception tonight? It’s pretty good, you know.”

Lorcan gasped theatrically, “Wait, what did I just hear? Did- is Elide Lochan admitting that a movie is good?”

Elide laughed a bit, digging her elbow into his side. “Don’t push it, Salvaterre. I have to find out what happened to Cobb’s wife, don’t I?”

He nodded, pulling his tray back to himself. “True, true. So, your place or mine?”

“Wherever Rowan isn’t.”

Lorcan winced and glanced at her. “I’m sorry about that, you know?”

“You know, everyone except for Rowan has apologised for that.”

The muscles of his jaw feathered. Lorcan scooped a spoon of cereal into his mouth, speaking around his food, “Believe me, he knows what’s good for him now. He’ll apologise.”

He felt Elide looking at him, but he didn’t meet her gaze. She cocked her head to the side. “Lorcan. What does that mean?”

Lorcan shrugged, “It means that Rowan’s not the kind of guy who needs his nose broken to learn his lesson.”

“Lorcan!” she hissed. “You broke his nose?! What is wrong with you?”

“I did not break his nose,” he reassured her. “I almost broke it, and he can’t prove it was on purpose.”

Elide stared at him in disbelief. “Explain yourself.”

He shrugged again, cocking his jaw. “Rugby is a dangerous sport, Elide. Accidents happen, even in practice.” Lorcan didn’t tell her that as team captain, he often dictated their workouts, and he didn’t tell her he specifically chose a tackling drill where he could work out some of his anger on the very subject of it.

She slowly shook her head and laughed. Lorcan grinned, just happy to see something other than emptiness in her eyes. Elide leaned up to press her lips to his cheek. He froze, his eyes widening. “Thank you,” Elide whispered, “for defending my honour.”

When she pulled away, Lorcan was looking at her with an expression she’d never seen on his face before. Elide’s eyes flicked down to his lips, unwillingly. He caught the motion. Her heart started pounding, but she wasn’t scared.

His head dipped, and Elide found that she didn’t care that they were in the cafeteria. Granted, they were tucked away in the back corner, but people could see, if they tried.

She didn’t care.

Elide tilted her chin up, shivering when his hand came to rest on the side of her neck.

“Elide,” Lorcan whispered, his breath fanning over her lips.

Kiss me, she was about to say, about to feel his lips on hers, but they were interrupted.

Elide and Lorcan both looked to the side.

Aelin and Rowan stood in front of them, trays laden with food.

The darker pair exchanged a look before reluctantly pulling away. Neither went far though. Lorcan’s arm slipped around her neck, holding her closer, and Elide lifted her hand to entwine their fingers. “What do you want,” Elide snapped, glaring at Rowan. There was a bruise on his nose, and it looked swollen, yes, but not crooked or broken. A sick satisfaction filled her stomach.

“We wanted to see if we could join you.”

“Nope.” “Nah, we’re good.” Elide and Lorcan answered in unison.

Elide looked at Rowan. A little smirk curled her plush lips, and she tilted her head to the side. “Nice nose, Rowan.”

The tops of his ears turned bright red against the near-white of his hair. Rowan bent his head. “Yeah, I, uh, deserved that.” He looked at her, regret clear in his pine green eyes. “Elide, I’m really sorry about how I acted last night. I’m sorry for snapping at you, and for being rude.”

“You weren’t rude,” Elide said. “You were mean.”

He winced and nodded. “You’re right. I was mean to you, and I’m sorry. There’s no justification for it. I- I really just am so sorry.”

“Thank you,” she responded, genuine. “Really, Rowan.” Elide still didn’t want to be around them, even if Rowan had apologised. She looked at Aelin, who was looking like she could cry at any second. “Is that all you wanted to say, ‘cause we still don’t want to eat breakfast with you?”

Rowan muttered a curse, tugging on Aelin’s arm. “Let’s go, they obviously–”

“Rowan, stop.” Aelin pushed her shoulders back. “We know that we’ve treated the both of you really unkindly and unfairly lately,” she said. Aelin stared at Elide expectantly, “Will you let us make it up to you? Can we take you out to dinner tonight? Our treat.”

Lorcan scoffed.

Elide glanced at him, her eyes soft and pleading. She could see that Aelin was sorry, and she didn’t want this to end their friendship. He relented, dipping his chin in assent. Elide smiled in triumph, turning back to Aelin and Rowan. “Sure. That would be nice.”

“Good. Good, ok, I’ll make reservations,” Aelin said. “I’ll text you about it.” She waved her fingers, eyes sparkling, “Enjoy your breakfast, you two.” With that, Aelin flitted away, Rowan following in her step.

Lorcan collapsed against the padded bench. He dragged his free hand down his face and groaned, “This is going to be a shitshow.”

Elide hummed, “I don’t think so. But if it is, we’ll just leave early. Deal?”

He peeked up at her and nodded. “Deal.”

✵✵✵✵✵

Lorcan and Rowan were the first to arrive at the restaurant. They’d chosen Emrys’, a local restaurant. It was certainly fancier than the average university student’s preferred spot, but Rowan and Aelin were serious about making it up to them. If they wanted to throw their money away by wining and dining Elide and Lorcan, neither one of them was going to complain.

Despite Rowan’s apology to Elide earlier, Lorcan was still mad. He’d done his best to ignore his roommate all day, rolling his eyes when Rowan tried to talk to him or putting on his headphones the moment the other boy stepped into the room.

He was being petty, knew he was being petty, and could not care less.

To his credit, Rowan hadn’t stopped trying.

“Aelin texted me, she said she and Elide are almost here.”

Lorcan visibly perked up at the mention of Elide. His eyes peered through the darkened window, scanning the main street as if he could spot them. “Are they walking or taking a cab?” Their building wasn’t far away, but it was cold, and Lorcan had friends that often preferred shelling out fifteen dollars to walking downtown in heels.

“Uh, walking, I think,” Rowan said. He studied Lorcan shrewdly and sat next to him on the bench.

Lorcan looked at him, his upper lip curling, and moved further away. Fuck him.

“You know,” Rowan started, not one to lie down in a fight or give up. “When me and Aelin saw you two this morning, it was almost like you were about to ki—”

Faster than Rowan was expecting, Lorcan stood up. “Shut up,” he said lowly. “I’m not talking with you about Elide.”

His roommate sighed, getting to his feet as well. “I don’t know what you want,” Rowan muttered, eyeing the people around them. He didn’t want to fight in public with Lorcan. “I apologised to her, and you almost broke my nose, Lorcan. If anything, you should be apologising to me.” Rowan regretted the words the minute they left his mouth.

In an eerily slow manner, Lorcan turned around.

Suddenly, Rowan became very aware of how much bigger Lorcan was. It didn’t seem so obvious before now, but the other boy had a good half foot and at least fifty pounds on Rowan.

Lorcan angled his head to the side. “Why would I apologise? I’m not sorry for it, and if I had the choice to go back, I’d do it again,” he said softly, though his voice wasn’t any less vicious. “You still don’t get it, do you? It’s not about last night, Rowan. This has been going on for months now, and Lee and I can’t take it anymore.” He leaned in, his eyes dangerously dark and flat. “You and your girlfriend are rude, and I’ve never met anyone who has such low regards for the people around them or other people’s reasonable right to fucking boundaries, which includes not having sex when you’re around other people. That is the problem, not just that you were mean to Elide.”

Rowan opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by the arrival of the girls.

Aelin pranced over to him, all shiny smiles and bright eyes. “Hey, you two. Sorry we’re late, Elide couldn’t decide what to wear.”

Lorcan turned around, effectively ending his exchange with Rowan.

Elide stood just inside the front door, passing her coat and purse to the hostess.

He was speechless. Lorcan wasn’t sure if it was the lighting, or whatever had shifted between them, but she had never looked so beautiful. Elide grinned softly, walking over to him. “Hi, there.”

Lorcan finally found his tongue. “Uh… hi.” She reached her hand out, and he took it happily, liking the way their fingers fit together. He appraised her slowly, not wanting to miss a single detail.

Elide wore a long, slim-fitting black skirt that was made from some textured fabric. Lorcan didn’t know what it was but he liked it. Her long-sleeved top was a deep red velvet with a neckline that just barely skimmed her collarbones – a boat neckline, he thought one of his sisters had told him once. Both the neckline and the hem had some kind of subtle, short ruffle made of a delicate white, pleated material.

Like her skirt, her top fit like it was made for only her. Around her neck she wore a black-ribboned necklace with a large, glass heart pendant, that rested in the hollow between her collarbones.

He gently untangled his hand from hers, pressing his to the small of her back. Lorcan dipped his head, able to whisper in her ear because her long hair had been swept up and held in place with a lacquered, ornamental hairstick. “You’re beautiful, princess.” He left a gentle kiss on her cheekbone, careful not to disturb her makeup.

Elide’s nose crinkled with the force of her grin. Her blush highlighted the freckles he seldom saw. “Thank you,” Elide whispered back. She smoothed her hand over his heart, fingering the fine material of his navy shirt. “You clean up good, Salvaterre.”

Lorcan laughed softly. “Did you grow, or something?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, stupid,” she said with affection. “I’m wearing heels.” Elide kicked one foot up. “Four whole inches.”

He whistled low. “Damn, Lochan. You’re, like, average height now.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Lorcan laughed again, offering her his elbow. Elide graciously slipped her hand around his bicep, giving it a squeeze before they braved the other couple.

Neither Rowan nor Aelin commented on anything, which both Elide and Lorcan were eternally grateful for. Aelin’s eyes held a knowing look, but she just smiled happily. “Well, now that we’re here, shall we?”

A hostess led them to a table near a window that overlooked the garden next door. It was gorgeous, really. Rowan and Lorcan pulled out Aelin and Elide’s chairs, respectively, then sat across from them.

Lorcan didn’t want to be this close to Rowan, but looking straight at Elide made up for it. He gave her a little smile, and the four of them shared idle chatter until a server came over to ask for their drinks.

A few minutes later, the drinks arrived and Aelin proposed a toast.

Elide laughed, but she still lifted her cocktail and eyed Lorcan until he copied her. “What are we toasting to, Aelin?”

“Um… to good friends and even better ones like you two?”

They did the obligatory clink, but Lorcan wasn’t thinking about good friends while he took a sip.

Something about the way Elide stared back at him, completely cool, yet eyes simmering with heat and hidden intentions, made him think she wasn’t thinking about good friends either.

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At some point during dinner, probably around the time their plates had been cleared, Elide’s hand migrated to Lorcan’s on top of the table.

Beside them, Aelin and Rowan had fallen into their own little world, like they couldn’t help themselves.

Elide found that it didn’t bother her tonight. She was perfectly content in her own little world with Lorcan.

He sat leaned back in his chair, watching her with smouldering eyes. It didn’t help that he really looked too good. The deep navy of his button-up shirt, tie-less with the first two buttons undone, contrasted almost sinfully well with the richness of his copper skin.

She sipped on her ice water, needing something to quell the pulsing heat in the pit of her stomach.

Lorcan smirked like he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Elide was left trying to deduce a logical reason for why they had to leave early, and why Aelin couldn’t come home tonight.

Like an angel, the waitress appeared again. She smiled politely, asking if she could interest any of them in dessert.

“I think we’re all set,” Lorcan said, briefly looking away from Elide. “Thank you, though.”

“Oh, are you sure?” Aelin asked. The only reason she didn’t pick up on their tension immediately was because she’d been so engrossed in conversation with Rowan, and Elide thanked her goddess.

Elide smiled pleasantly. “I’m sure, I’m so full,” she said. She leaned towards her friend, kissing her cheek. “Honey, this was amazing. Thank you, really.”

“You’re welcome, but I- I really want dessert,” Aelin answered.

“That’s ok. Stay, have dessert with Rowan.”

“Oh. Oh,” she looked quickly between Elide and Lorcan, nodding. “Right, ok, that sounds good.” Aelin smiled knowingly. She leaned closer again, speaking lowly to Elide. “Should I expect to see you tonight?”

Elide glanced across the table, where Lorcan was saying something to Rowan. “Um, I don’t think so. Enjoy the room, Ae.”

The blonde chuckled. “Be safe.”

Rowan and Lorcan sat back, having reached some sort of agreement. “Enjoy your night,” Rowan said.

Lorcan thanked him, though Elide still saw a mark of irritation. He got to his feet, offering Elide his hand. She took it, smoothly standing up and brushing her hand down her skirt. Once she was on her feet, Lorcan slipped his hand around her waist. “Thank you for dinner,” he said, squeezing Elide’s side.

The silver-haired boy simply inclined his head, taking Aelin’s hand again.

Elide said one last good-bye to Aelin, and then Lorcan was tugging her towards the hostess stand. She giggled at his impatience as they waited for their coats and Elide’s purse.

They walked out of the restaurant, the very picture of self-control.

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Elide eyed Lorcan as he used his student ID to let them into the building. “Lor,” she started, sliding her hand up his arm.

“Yeah?”

“Why are you still mad at Rowan? I thought everything was ok now.”

His jaw clenched, and she regretted asking him. She didn’t want to ruin their night with talk about Rowan. “Why would everything be ok now?”

She shrugged, “He apologised to me, you almost broke his nose…”

Lorcan sighed through his nose. “I’m not mad at him anymore for what he did to you because you’ve forgiven him. But there’s stuff that’s just between me and him, like there was stuff between you and Aelin.” He looked at her, his brows lowered. “He hasn’t apologised for that yet.”

“Oh.” Elide suddenly felt very selfish. Of course Lorcan would have his own feelings, exclusive to however she’d been treated. Gods, she’d made it all about her, hadn’t she? Cheeks burning with embarrassment, she let Lorcan lead her to his room, silent.

When they got to the door, Lorcan turned around. “Where’d you go?”

“Hmm? Nowhere, I’m right here.”

He frowned again. “You got all quiet.”

Elide shifted, trying to look away, but he held her chin steady, forcing her to look at him. She swallowed, trying to find her words. “I just- I kinda just made everything about me, and that was selfish.”

Lorcan almost recoiled, “What? What’re you talking about, selfish?”

She blushed again. “I basically acted like you should forgive Rowan immediately ‘cause he apologised, like you don’t have your own feelings about it.”

Realisation dawned on him. “Oh. I didn’t think you were selfish.” Lorcan bent his head, the tips of their noses touching. His voice was soft. “I don’t think you’re selfish, ‘lide.”

“You don’t?” she murmured, hardly knowing what they were talking about anymore.

“No, never.” His lips brushed against hers, and he whispered, “You know what, princess?”

“What?”

“I don’t want to talk about Rowan right now.”

“Neither do I.”

He kissed her deeply, one of his arms wrapping around her waist. Elide moaned a bit, her eyes falling shut. Vaguely, she realised that Lorcan was opening the door.

He tugged her inside and then pressed her against the door. “Fuck,” Lorcan whispered. His tongue licked into her mouth in a way that made her knees weak. She wrapped her arms around his neck, needing more, more, more. Lorcan sucked on her bottom lip, digging his teeth into the plushness of it before he let go.

Elide was unable to help herself and gasped into his mouth. She felt, more than heard, his cocky chuckle. A bit wickedly, Elide traced the tip of her tongue over his kiss-bitten lips. She pulled her hands down from his neck to push at his coat. “Off,” she mumbled.

His coat was gone within seconds.

Her lips curled into a knowing smile against his, and Lorcan grasped her head between his hands, tilting her face just so. As he slanted his mouth against, Elide raked her long nails down his torso to his belt.

Lorcan’s powerful body shuddered against her. He pressed her harder into the door, the kiss almost bruising. She groaned as he marked heavy, hot kisses down her jaw and throat. Elide’s arms slipped around his head as she tipped her chin up to encourage him. “Lor…” she moaned breathlessly.

One of his hands dragged down her side to cup her ass. “‘lide,” Lorcan whispered, nipping the sensitive skin of her throat.

“Mmm?”

“D’you know how good you look, princess?” he asked her.

Elide’s eyes opened, and she hummed as he sucked a little mark against her pulse. She smirked, of course she knew how good she looked, but... “No. You should show me,” she murmured, “how good I look.”

Lorcan pulled away, breathing hard while he stared down at her. His eyes were wild, holding a promise like he would fall to his knees and worship her the moment she told him to.

She pressed a hand into the middle of his chest and gently shoved him backwards.

He staggered back a step, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

Elide stepped away from the door and around him. She forced Lorcan to turn around as she waltzed to the middle of the room.

First, she shrugged off her long overcoat.

His throat bobbed as he dragged his eyes over her body.

Slowly, tantalisingly, Elide took the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She let it slip through her fingers, and she was sure Lorcan wasn’t breathing now. Something like pride, pride that she had him so close to his knees for her, glowed in her chest and throbbed between her thighs. Elide knew exactly how good her sheer lilac balconette bra made her tits look.

He stepped closer, the evidence of his arousal pressing against his pants zipper.

Elide reached behind herself to unzip her skirt, and the slinky material slipped off her like blood from a wound. She was left bare, save for the matching sheer lingerie set – she really liked him – her strappy, platform heels that made her legs look like they went on for miles, and her necklace.

The last thing Elide did before Lorcan lost the wavering grip on his self-control was reach up and pull out the hairstick keeping her hair up. Her dark hair fell down sleekly, and she smirked. “Well? Show me.”

His hands wrapped around her waist before he tugged her into him, his lips finding hers like he was drowning and she was his only chance to breathe. “Beautiful,” Lorcan murmured, his tongue slicking against hers. He turned her to his bed and gave her a gentle nudge, so Elide sat herself on the edge of the mattress.

She propped herself up with her hands behind her.

Lorcan kneeled and hooked his hands beneath her knees, tugging her closer while spreading her legs. He leaned in to kiss her centre. Elide shuddered as she moaned, one of her hands slipping into his hair, either to hold him there or pull him closer.

He looked up at her before raising, kissing her again. “I’ll make you feel good,” he promised. “Better than you’ve ever felt.”

She nodded, desperately trying to hold onto her power. His hands slid up and down her thighs, hot and slow.

“You want that?” he asked, pulling away to kiss the corner beneath her jaw.

Elide gasped, her head falling back. “Yes,” she sighed.

Lorcan smirked again. Then. “Say please.”

Her eyes flew open, and she gawked at him. He merely arched a brow, as if waiting. Elide swallowed, her cunt pulsing. “Please,” she whispered. “Make me feel good.”

Lorcan gave her one last kiss before he moved down her body. One of his hands slid up her stomach to the heavy underside of her breast. While he peppered her chest with mindless touches of his lips, his hand expertly unhooked her bra. Elide let it fall, and Lorcan tossed it away.

For a moment, he just stared at her ample cleavage. Elide almost whined, needing some sort of reprieve.

He looked at her, holding her gaze as he lowered his mouth to one nipple, circling it slowly with his tongue as her breath hitched before he drew it into his mouth. Lorcan lapped at it greedily, his eyes shutting to savour her as his hands moved to her tits, kneading both at the same time.

Elide’s fingers dug into his dug as he worked her, her hips uselessly trying to rut themselves against his hard abdomen. “Lorcan,” she moaned as his mouth switched sides, this time licking the underside of her breast before.

She was almost sad when he moved on, kissing his way down her body, but she knew his final destination.

Lorcan looked up at her when he hooked his fingers in the band of her panties. He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her hip. “These are cute.”

“F-fuck, they’re new,” she confessed.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, feigning interest as he stroked his thumb back and forth over the junction between her hip and pelvis.

Elide bit her lip, thinking it was cute how unaware he was. She sat up to lean down, one arm beneath her breasts to push them up. Lips brushing the shell of his ear while her fingers slid over his shoulder, feeling the muscles ripple, Elide told him, “I bought them today.”

He stilled at her admission.

Smug, she leaned back on her hands again, her head leaned to the side.

Lorcan’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Did you now,” he asked, his voice hardly above a guttural growl.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “You like when I wear purple, right?”

His hand slipped beneath her ass to yank the offending garment off. “I prefer nothing,” Lorcan told her.

Elide shook when he dipped his mouth to her, thinking he would finally give her what she wanted. Of course, he didn’t, the fucking tease.

Lorcan’s hands slipped down to her ankles, and Elide remembered she still had her shoes on. He fiddled with the buckles before pulling them off, one by one. Next, he kissed the inside of her thighs, and she thought he really was trying to kill her.

“Lorcan,” she half-moaned, half-whined. “Please, baby.”

“Please, what?” he asked, so close to her awaiting centre she could feel the vibrations of his deep voice.

Elide spread her legs wider. “Please make me feel good.”

He winked at her – the bastard winked – before dipping his mouth to her cunt. The instant his tongue touched her, Elide’s hips bucked. She slid her fingers into his hair, pulling on the silky strands. She could feel him chuckling against her as he alternated between long, slow strokes up her slit and little touches against her clit.

Elide moaned, long and low.

He worked her up slowly before paying his undivided attention to the little bundle of nerves. Elide started having trouble breathing, and the arm propping her up gave up. She crashed onto her back, her other hand joining the one in his hair.

She vocalised her pleasure through pants of his name and moans as a delicious tension spread from her pelvis, slowly overtaking her entire body. Whatever noises she made only encouraged Lorcan. He feasted on her like he was on death row and she was his last meal.

Elide had had good head before, this? Godly.

She was so close in minutes, her thighs attempting to trap him. Elide could feel it erupting within, and just as she came, she looked down and saw Lorcan looking up at her through his lashes. She cried out as her orgasm crested. Her back arched while she shuddered, and she pulled on his hair, not noticing how tight her grip was.

Elide was limp, her heart almost pounding out of her chest as he rose above her. She pulled him down, hungrily kissing him. “You’re,” she panted, “still dressed.”

Lorcan ran his hands up her sides to her waist. He squeezed her once before pulling away. Elide’s whine was soothed the moment she saw him unbuttoning his shirt. She kneeled on shaky legs to help him.

His lips found hers again, and she yanked his shirt out of his pants, too aroused for reason. Elide needed him bare, now.

Once his shirt was off, she backed away and reclined against his headboard, knees bent.

Lorcan almost tripped over himself in his haste to rid himself of his remaining articles of clothing. She crooked a finger towards, and he wrapped his arms around her, settling himself in the cradle of her thighs.

She sighed as she finally felt his skin, so soft and warm.

They exchanged slow, languid kisses, sinking into each other. Both were painfully aware how badly they still wanted each other. Elide nipped at his bottom lip, whispering, “Do you have a condom?”

Lorcan forced himself to part from her. “You’re sure?”

Elide nodded. “So sure.”

He reached over to his nightstand and fished one out of the drawer while Elide entertained herself by running her hand down his body. She wrapped one hand around his hard cock, grinning when he shook. Lorcan’s head fell against her shoulder, his eyes watching her as she moved her hand up and down, slowly.

His hips canted forward of their own accord, and he bit her shoulder, “Not nice.”

“I never said I was,” she countered.

Elide kissed his jaw as she took the condom out of his hand, carefully ripping the package. She tossed it aside after Lorcan took the condom from her and kneeled, her legs draped over his thighs. With her watching, he rolled the rubber on. His hands moved back to her hips, and he leaned down, his lips finding hers. “You’re good?”

She liked that he kept checking on her, but she just wanted him to fuck her. At that moment, it was the only thing she wanted.

The boy above her laughed lowly. “Alright, princess, you don’t gotta beg.”

She didn’t even care that she’d spoken her thoughts aloud, not when he finally pushed into her. And kept pushing into her.

Elide felt like her lungs were in her throat when he bottomed out. “Oh, fuck.”

Then, Lorcan started pumping into her. He kept his motions slow, torturously so. Elide gripped the pillow beneath her head, fighting to keep her eyes open. She wanted to appraise him in all his debased glory, the way the muscles beneath his amber skin rippled as he fucked her.

She gave into the feeling, almost forgetting that her body was just a vessel for pleasure or for their connection as he gratified her.

He had a bruising grip on her hips, and the muscles in his jaw clenched as he pulled out until just the tip remained inside her.

Elide moaned as he thrusted in, harder than before. She nodded, “Oh, just- just like that, baby, please.”

Lorcan groaned her name. He fucked her a little harder, tilting her hips so he could reach even deeper. He watched her face, eyes locked on hers. “Princess, you’re so good,” he praised her, his thumb stroking her skin. “You’re amazing, you feel like fuckin’ heaven.”

Her teeth sunk into her reddened bottom lip, and he realised he wanted to be the one doing that. Lorcan lowered her hips as he moved, stretching over her. His weight was balanced on the hand he planted beside her head.

He kissed her hard, his teeth digging into her lip. Lorcan lowered himself to his forearm while he lazily thrusted into her, lowering his gaze to where his dick was buried inside her.

Elide’s hips moved back and forth, in time with him. She circled his neck with her arms, pressing her lips across his cheeks and nose until his mouth met hers. He breathed hard into her, one hand pressing her hips into his mattress. The other dipped between them, his thumb finding her clit.

“Lorcan,” she cried out as he circled her clit. She could feel her climax building again, knowing it would be bigger and more intense than the previous one. Fuck, Elide wanted to come again, she wanted to come with him while he was inside of her. “Fuck me, fuck me, please.”

Lorcan grinned as he unleashed, snapping his hips into her. His kiss stole her ability to breathe and think straight. Harder and faster, he fucked her into the mattress, his thumb making tight circles against her clit.

He could feel his own orgasm growing at the base of his spine. Lorcan pulled his lips from hers, burying his face into her neck. There was some sick satisfaction in the way Elide clung to him, her limbs shaking.

Panted versions of each other’s names filled the room. Each stroke, each touch forced them higher and higher. Elide could feel her toes curling, her thighs tightening.

It slammed into her, forcing the air from her lungs in one last exclamation of Lorcan’s name. She came so hard her vision went white, and Elide shook, her legs clamping around his hips. She felt his thrusts stutter, his hands holding her tightly enough to bruise.

“Ffffuck,” Lorcan moaned, his fingers digging into her indulgently. One of his hands moved to her peachy ass as they rocked together, slowly coming down from the high.

Then, when they were done, they laid still, in complete silence save for soft pants.

Beneath him, Elide started to shake. He cracked one eye open, promptly closing it when he saw her laughing. Lorcan grunted, not wanting to move yet. If they could stay like this for the rest of his life, Lorcan would die the happiest man on earth, he decided. Slowly, he managed to rouse himself enough to pull out of her and get up to dispose of the condom.

He returned to her side, crawling in next to her and pulling the duvet over them. Lorcan draped a heavy arm over her waist to bring her closer. “Y’good?” he asked, eyes still closed.

Elide brushed his hair back, gently scratching his scalp with her long nails. “Yes, Lorcan.” She allowed him to tug her even closer, his body curling around hers. “Are you good?”

Lorcan opened his eyes then. He gently cupped her jaw to kiss her again, deeply and with so much affection. “I’m good, Elide,” he whispered. “Better than good.”

She grinned, her eyes soft and half-lidded with satisfaction. “Me too.”

They wasted a little time kissing until she patted his chest. “Baby,” Elide whispered, “I should use the bathroom before I forget.”

Lorcan rolled off of her. Luckily, he and Rowan had gotten one of the larger dorm rooms with an attached bathroom. He reclined against the pillows as Elide hurried off, snatching a spare t-shirt of his off his desk chair. She disappeared and gave him time to replay the night over in his mind.

After a minute or so, someone softly cleared their throat, tearing him out of his daydreams.

Elide stood by the bathroom door, clad in his shirt. Her hair was messy from their romp and his wandering hands.

He sucked in a breath, eyeing her from head to toe.

She had looked stunningly gorgeous before, in her skirt and top, but there was something so indecent and arousing about her hair and bareness covered by a holey shirt. Elide looked at him, one brow raised. “Come and get me,” she teased, dropping her voice to this low, seductive tone, “you know you want to.”

Elide had never seen someone his size move so fluidly and with such speed. He had her bent over his shoulder before she could think. She shrieked, her laughter following them as he took her back to bed.

When he put her down, he did it carefully, gently.

Later, after they’d tired themselves out a third and fourth time, he draped himself over her, gathering her pliant body against his. “G’night, ‘lide,” he whispered, his words mashing together.

She smiled, thinking back to the first time they’d met. “Sweet dreams, Lorcan.”

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ELIDE'S ONESHOT: Perranth will be great again

I am back!! This sweet scene takes place in Orynth, sometime around 3 weeks after Orynth´s battle, when Elide receives the news that people in Perranth discovered she survived the war and will be back home!

Enjoy! And remember english isn´t my first langague too lol

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Elide descended the stairs of the Orynth´s castle holding Lorcan´s hand, as they had done for 3 weeks now. Since the end of the war.

This was the first - and last, for all she cared - war Elide had actually saw, so she wasn't prepared for the mess of the afterwards: cleaning everything, healing from your own traumas, helping the other to heal their own scars, internal and externals. And noticing that now you actually survived, and need to plan for the future ahead.

She was almost hopeless about this at first. She would never be a good lady. How could she? What kind of education had she received? What would she say to the people and the counselors of Perranth when she couldn't read a simple document?

But when these nightmares about dishonoring her family tried to take place, Elide looked at Lorcan. How hard he was trying, in his own, discrete way, to learn all he could about Perranth: reading its story in various books, going on rides through Orynth to learn about Terrasen´s people, soil, trade, culture. Even attending some of Aelin reunions with the lords, local and foreign, about the future and discussing with them. And Elide knew that the language Lorcan had learnt in his life to convince wasn´t the oratory skills.

He was trying. Trying hard to become a good lord to Perranth.

Elide would try, too. And perhaps, by his side, she could become a good lady, too. She could try to learn how to read and write as fast as possible, and Lorcan would help her understand any documents in the meanwhile, she knew…he had a great deal of experiences in different kingdoms, and that would be so good to their homeland…

That could work out well. But now, when she knew they would go back home in 2 days, she was nervous all over again. And she knew Lorcan had noticed.

When they arrived at the breakfast table, all their friends were already there. The first thing Elide did, smart as she was, was take a slice of the chocolate pastry in front of her.

“Do you want one?” She asked Lorcan.

“Too early for all this sugar”

“You don't know what you are missing” Was her muffled answer, with chocolate all over her mouth already. In return, Elide received one of those good tempered snorts from Lorcan, which she knew weren't very usual for anyone but her, and made it all the more special.

“Here” he said, sliced into the leek-and-ham quiche and set a chunk on her plate, along with an apple, before taking the coffee pot to fill her cup, and his “Remember to eat some fruit and meat as well, to at least balancete with all this sugar”

Elide smiled and nodded at him, noticing the discreet looks in their direction from the others around the table. She was already accustomed to them. All of their friends had lived with a different, old version of Lorcan, one who was brute and egoist, and would never worry about anyone but himself. What a shock it must be for them, seeing such a difference of attitudes in a short amount of time, seeing sparks of happiness and love and care in a face which was like made of stone.

Elide had a great amount of stories from this war. And a couple of big, memorious attitudes too. Great victories.

But this.

This happiness that couldn't quite be hidden, these shining eyes, the better tempered mood…this was her greatest victory at all.

As they were the last one to get to the breakfast table this morning, Elide and Lorcan were still eating while all their friends had already finished their plates. The Lady of Perranth noticed, drinking the last remains of her coffee, the eyes of the queen on her, and knew her friend was waiting for the best moment for some important talk.

So she left her coffee cup on the table and nodded to the queen. And she knew Aelin had understood.

“Elide” she said, and cleared her throat. This made Elide raise her eyebrows. “I received a letter earlier today. From Perranth”

A shot of adrenaline runned through her, and she felt Lorcan holding her hand below the table. The queen now had their full attention, along with the attention of the other members of her court.

“I thought about telling you something I read there. I mean, you and Lorcan will have the opportunity to read the entire letter and learn about the situation of your place, but there is a single sentence…There's one single part I would like to read out loud, if you two allow me”

They both nodded at once, and Elide tightened the grip in Lorcan´s hand.

Aelin took a brown paper of her pocket, unfolded it and read:

“ [...] We do understand that the enemy knew the importance of Perranth when striked us. The damages are big, and reached central points of one of the most powerful cities of Terrasen, more important than Orynth itself at some points in our history.

When the army fell, we felt relieved and faithful that a miracle had occured in front of our eyes. But at dusk the next day, the deep understanding of the real damage hit us, and it was extremely difficult.

Our central square was destroyed. There are blast points on our roads, making it difficult to get around. Our water system has also been damaged, and our women have faced long journeys on foot to fetch water that is no longer reaching our community sources.

But the greatest destruction was in Perranth's ultimate symbol: the family.

The demons left a trail of blood in our streets, and concentrated their forces on those they deemed strongest among us.

We have dozens of fae orphans on our streets who have lost parents, uncles and cousins overnight. This was a heavy blow to our people, and it despaired us more than anything.

The war stories portrayed in the books tell of days that followed with celebration and joy, and I am sorry to be the bearer of the news that, in Perranth, our day after the end of the war was one of weeping and hopelessness.

How would we get back to what we were before?

Until, at the beginning of the second day, a letter arrived. A single conselour of Perranth read it, and as white as paper, announced that he would confirm the information before sharing it. He sent letters to the four corners of the kingdom that day, and five days later, he received several replies that confirmed the same information: Elide Lochan is alive.

Elide Lochan was held prisoner in Morath, and she survived.

Elide Lochan aided in the battle of Anielle, and then marched with Terrasen's army to Orynth.

Elide Lochan fought in Orynth alongside the queen, and survived.

Elide Lochan faced Erawan face to face, and survived.

Elide Lochan stabbed Erawan. And survived.

Elide Lochan is actually in Orynth, recovering from the war, and looks set to marry the legendary Lorcan Salveterre of Doranelle.

Elide Lochan was in the coronation of queen Aelin, and, along with the other lords and ladies of Terrasen, received the official title of Lady of Perranth in this same event.

Elide Lochan will soon return to Perranth.

The lord shared the various letters, with different pieces of history, with the other lords of Perranth.

I was there, Your Majesties, and I felt the shock that everyone else felt as well. It couldn't be real. Elide Lochan had been dead for 10 years, a victim of an infection caused by a broken ankle, that's what Vernon told us over and over again.

Three minutes passed, and someone slammed the door. A messenger from the gates of Perranth announced that there was a commotion in the city.

I do not expect you to remember, dear queen, that Perranth was always as magical as Orynth. There is a flower that grows only here, in our mountains, a symbol so strong that adorns our flag.

The white kingsflame.

A long time ago, white kingsflames sometimes grew in people's doors or other random places, and that was a sign of good luck. Our dear Lady Marion was in love with these flowers, and no one here forgets the flowers that were born out of season many years ago, to announce that the girl Elide was born.

When magic was banished, we saw these flowers die, all at once. Nobody ever saw it again. Some of our children were born and raised listening to stories and thinking that our magical flowers were legends.

That day, returning along a dirt road with buckets full of water, an entourage saw a strange flower in the middle of the road. A woman recognized it, knelt on the earth and cried.

The flower was brought to town and shown to everyone. Was that a sign of better days to come? But how, if the Lochan family was dead? Was it a sign that there was hope for Perranth?

This was the commotion that ran through the city, and which the messenger came to communicate.

There was hope, yes, we realized. And it was also a sign, yes.

As the white kingsflame bloomed to let us know that Elide Lochan was born, she came back to warn us again that our lady was alive, and coming home.

My hands tremble at the thought that this letter can reach Elide Lochan and our lord-to-be Lorcan Salveterre. There's a lot we'd like to say, but we don't know how. How to thank or express our happiness.

If you are reading this letter, dear Elide, know that we have never forgotten you. A wreath of white kingflames made by a group of our children goes with this letter to remind you of this: we are waiting for you.

And since we got our answers, and the news spread through the streets of our hometown, the rebuilding work has continued stronger.

We still have problems that we don't know how to solve. But there is hope in our people, for white kingsflames continue to be born in droves in our mountains, and harvested to decorate the entire city. And we look forward to the day when we can celebrate, with our magical flowers, that Elide Lochan has returned home at last.

Lord Aron Taron, from Perranth.”

Elide Lochan saw her queen place the wreath of white kingflames atop her head, and smile wetly down at her. Then, Elide covered her face with her hands and cried.

At once, all of her doubts and fears were replaced by overwhelming love. There was hope, yes.

She felt the embrace of Lorcan and Aelin and the others around the table, and felt their tears, too.

People were waiting for her. People were comemoring her survival. They never knew she was alive, never knew she was there this entire time…that's why no one tried to help her.

And white kingsflames were blooming again. Her mother's favorites. She remembered the long years looking at the mountains and realizing that if the flowers were dead, there would be no more hope for her home, too.

But now there were flowers again. And hope. And her people were waiting for her.

Elide Lochan knew, right away, that she would make Perranth great again. As great as it had been during Cal Lochan's rule. Her father would be proud of her. And her mother. And her people.

Perranth would be great again.

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