#guys I adore nothing so much as murder mode Nesta

[flowerflamestars]

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Not chance to be had, a single second to think.

There was only Nesta- Nesta- tired beyond need of rest at the repetition, heavier certain in her bones than the weight of eternity.   That what she loved could be taken. Again, again, again that what was hers- what she had seized and chosen and built- that it existed to be ripped away.   Eris’s pain felt more real than her own, dragging at the edges of the world, blurring her sight.   The first Illyrian didn’t have time to scream. The second did, and the third, the fourth, as silver fire rose across the hall to meet her- Eris was awake.   The six faeries it taken to hold him had fallen, by the time Nesta reached his side. In clean, ruthless motion, Eris cast off the last, right into her outstretched hand.   Flames reflected back in the blood running thick down her husband’s face- told the story Nesta did not look to confirm, silver fire than neither caught or sparked but burnt and burnt, spilling free as water from the eyes of the fallen man.   Eris stepped over the body.   She wanted her hands on him- she wanted to know- she wanted- Nesta traced the hanging shape of his arm and with the permission of a grimace, shoved Eris’s shoulder back into place. “Fuckers.”   And Eris smiled. “Not anymore.”

#just...THEM #Nesta six hours later sitting on top of Azriel's safe house desk: #sucks to suck asshole faebane DOESN'T WORK ON US #Eris in danger? USING NESTA'S POWER TO SAVE HIMSELF? #Because he trusts nothing can take it??? #stand against it?? #a truer declaration of love than anything else #guys I adore nothing so much as murder mode Nesta #Just looking at Eris #GOD #your heart as it was will be on fire