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mariaofdoranelle · 2 years

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Aelin week day 2: Aelin and the magic of friendship

I’m usually very adamant when saying I’m not a writer, but then I had a “fuck it” moment this weekend so here’s my first one-shot.

Anyway this is 2,1k words and I hope you like it.

TW: swear words and mentions of drinking.

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She was so close. A couple more tries and she would totally get that shiny Magnemite. Aelin should feel embarrassed about playing Pokémon Go while in class, but she only did that when her students were busy, it was not her fault she could reach a few Gyms and PokéStops from inside the school she worked at. Until she looked out the window and could clearly see a brunette PE teacher. Not a silver-haired one. Ugh. She frowned at the view and began to stare a wall while her mind raced. Rowan was always distracting her by being his usual self from outside the window, but when she could use a distraction, the one outside was Lorcan Salvaterre, her biggest frenemy. But she could very vividly remember Rowan’s tan skin under the sun, the way his adorably cute butt would flex while he jogged and his—

“Miss G?” Evangeline’s voice snapped Aelin back to reality, interrupting her dreamily gaze at a wall and deep sigh. “Oh, hi, Evangeline.” The girl looked at her with a contained smirk on her lips. Her students were too smart for her own good. “Lys and Aed are throwing me a birthday party this month, are you coming?” Aelin already knew that, so she had no idea what was the girl’s point. “Yes, I’m going to be there, don’t worry. Have you finished your test?”

“Yes, I have. Anyway, you can bring someone if you feel like it. Are you bringing someone?”

“I don’t think so, but I’m probably sharing a ride with Rowan.”

“Oh! He’s your plus one, then?” They were always each other’s plus one at parties, but Aelin didn’t feel like indulging the teenager.

“I don’t think he can be a plus one if he was also invited, Evangeline. Can I have your test?”

“Oh, I’m so excited! All of my friends from school are coming too, are you ready to be plus one-ing him like officially? In front of everyone?” Oh, the wonders of working with teenagers. She knew the girl meant well, but ever since changing schools, Eva got really caught up in the gossip about Aelin, becoming her most meddlesome student for being part of her extended family.

It was no secret that Aelin and Rowan were best friends. Or that there were speculations about them. Some students even called them Rowaelin, for God’s sake. Her friend had never expressed his opinion on the matter, and Aelin was secretly pleased people could see herself with Rowan that easily, even though that kind of attention wasn’t very appreciated. The thing is, the two of them had a routine. She woke up, made coffee for both of them. In the meanwhile, he prepared their lunch. And it was a very fair exchange, since coffee was all she could do, and Rowan was practically a chef, she was giving 100% of her skills into the morning routine, while the old Buzzard can’t say the same. But sometimes he would give her chocolate hazelnut cake, so she has to cut him some slack. Anyway, they’d meet at the hall of their apartment complex, share a ride to go to work and come back, and then spend some time together. Their friends would always tease them by saying they’re like conjoined twins, but Aelin wouldn’t change it for the world. Rowan was her best friend and favorite person, it had nothing to do with the fact that she has been in love with him for years and no one knew.

Honestly, she had learned to live with it. So what if she felt like she was having a heart attack every time Rowan gave her one of his rare belly laughs or sometimes came home with gifts for her out of the blue because apparently they reminded him of her? That meant nothing besides a deep connection between two friends. Sophomore year of college, Aelin offered herself in a platter for him at a party while shit-faced drunk and he politely turned her down, but conversation kept going and they soon became inseparable. Co-dependent, even. When he graduated from college, Lorcan gave him a job at the school they work now, and when Aelin graduated and Rowan recommended her to the same school, Lorcan probably wanted to kill him. And then himself. But he got Elide out of it, so the bastard can’t complain. See? Everyone’s happy.

When Aelin walked out of her class, Rowan and Elide were talking outside. Then she noticed his flustered look and Elide’s knowing gaze, and suddenly became curious, rushing to them, “What’s up with you two today?” When they looked up at her, Rowan’s cheeks were red and Elide was quick to tell her about some science project her students were doing, but the conversation didn’t last long since they were all eager to go home and rest. When Aelin linked her arms with Rowan’s and started to walk down the halls to the car as they always did, he asked: “Are you going out with Fenrys tonight?”

“Hell no, tonight he just wants me to be his wingman and then leave. I’d be glad to do it if I didn’t have a pile of papers to grade, though.”

“Come on, Ace, you know you’re only alone at those parties by choice. In fact, are you going out with the guy that got your number last time?” Yeah, she’d sometimes go out with other people, but it never developed into something serious. Dating was tough, but she knew deep down she just couldn’t settle for less the Rowan. Which meant that in the best case scenario she’d continue to be single for a very long time.

“First of all, I don’t like to be alone at those parties, but it’s not my fault you and the other idiots don’t like clubbing,” Aelin would always complain when Rowan skipped their friend’s plans, even though she hated to see all the women ogling him at the club. “Second, ew! We talked a bit via text, but can you believe it he told me he doesn’t like Taylor Swift?” For the first time since they began their small walk, Aelin saw him give a small smile. “Well, Fireheart, I guess that just won’t do. Should we grade papers together, then?” “Absolutely. And then Mario Kart?” “Sure.” Even though Mario Kart wasn’t her favorite game, Rowan seemed to like it a lot when they played together, so it kind of became their thing. She was also competitive enough to get a thrill of it, and that was just what she needed.

***

Rowan fucking hated Mario Kart. Honestly, he wasn’t a video games type of guy, but he loved seeing Aelin’s face full of excitement while playing. She was a competitive one, his Fireheart. He didn’t even mind when she cursed him and threatened to end his bloodline when she lost, she’s such a sore loser, but he finds it adorable. He had even accepted to play a scary game with her, and he almost passed out when—

“Hmmm, I love you.” Suddenly a moan and a love declaration interrupted his thoughts. She’s going to be the death of him. “Aelin, stop flirting with the cake.” “Well, Buzzard, what did you expect when you brought it chocolate hazelnut?” With that, he went silent. Rowan was suddenly flooded with memories of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen approaching him at a college party and bluntly say: “I’m Aelin Galathynius, hi. English Major. I find that we’re equally hot and I’m very inclined to give you sex tonight”, one hand offering a handshake and the other holding a half-empty vodka bottle. She was drinking it raw, and it was admiration at first sight, at least. Even though they couldn’t have sex, they talked a lot, and the first signs of dawn were appearing when she started sleeping on his shoulder, on a couch so old and beaten up it seemed like it had at least 10 STDs, so he took her home.

Sometimes he felt like he let the opportunity of his lifetime slip away, but it wasn’t much of an opportunity if she didn’t think of him like that while sober. Anyway, Aelin was the most picky person he knew, and she would never want him after seeing all of his flaws. He had never seen her have a serious relationship with anyone since they met, and she once dumped a guy just because he played Mario Kart with Waluigi, for God’s sake. He probably ruined his chances on day one and kept doing it at least thrice a day, there’s no way Aelin thinks he’s even good enough for her, let alone consider him romantically. He’d just keep taking care of her platonically, from down the hall of their apartment complex.

His mind just took him to a dark corner of it, it seemed. He has always been good at stifling his feelings for Aelin, but today he seemed to be thinking about it a lot since Elide saw him waiting for her and prodded: “You should just tell her how you feel, you know?” Elide always saw right through people, did she notice how he felt about Aelin? Could people tell? Could Aelin tell? It was one thing to have rumours and speculations spread at school, but quite another to be transparent enough to give hints. To shake up his thoughts, Rowan glanced at her coffee table and saw that her Kindle was completely unsafe again without a case. Typical Aelin. When he looked at it, the lock screen was showing the book she was currently reading. “Friends with Kinky Benefits.” The cover was a cute illustration, but when he opened and read a bit of it… There was no doubt some people called it ‘doing the dirty’. But the book was actually about two best friends, is this something she gets off on? Rowan immediately perked up. He could totally pull off these stuff if Aelin wanted it… If she wanted him, and he went somewhere he didn’t often indulge his mind to go, but was his best daydream anyway. When Rowan was about to get his phone to search what the fuck a cock cage was, he saw his best friend completely frozen on her living room. Looking at him. And then the book. And then at him again. Until she swore: “Buzzard, what the fuck are you reading?”

“Your kinky stuff. I never expected your smutty books to be so educational, Ace.”

“NO. No. Fucking. Way. Give me that.” He could just do that and continue his reading at home, but he loved to tease Aelin. Besides, it was so rare to see her this flustered. She always owned being an English teacher who read smutty novels, except maybe for the students because it wouldn’t be appropriate, but she was always confident about basically anything, and he fucking loved her bravado most of the times. But something about Rowan reading this had thrown her off, and he had no idea what or why.

“Buzzard! Are you listening to me? Give it back!”

“I don’t think so. You see, I’m really enjoying this book, so I don’t think you’re getting it back anytime soon. I dare you to try, though.”

“You’re on!” With that, Aelin jumped at him at the couch while Rowan tried to hide the Kindle behind him. To get the thing from behind his back, she pulled his hair and then the world seemed to stop.

There was Aelin. Straddling this thighs on the couch. One hand connected with his because they both were holding the Kindle, and the other roughly grabbing a fistful of his hair. When he realised the tension, she was already looking at him. Parted lips, heavy gaze looking at his. He looked at her flushed cheeks and chest, the way it heaved for a reason he wasn’t certain of. Then she blinked and bit that full bottom lip of hers, her eyes looking for something. Was it the same thing he was looking for in her? A hint, a green light, an invitation. He inched a bit in, giving her time to recoil, while a single drop of sweat ran down her face, and when it reached her throat the only thing he could think about was licking it clean and then biting that sensitive spot where her shoulder meets her neck, and after he wouldn’t care if he would continue kissing her up or down, he’d—

Some crickets started to loudly sing. His phone, then. He looks at his side and disappointment settles in.

Fucking Fenrys.

#rowaelin #throne of glass fanfiction #aelin week #aelinweek #aelin x rowan #aelin galathynius

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elidesperranth · 3 years

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i know that you are a fan of himbo lorcan, as am i because....i have taste, but may i introduce you to a concept. grim reaper + himbo = lorcan.

YES exactly. i love himbo lorcan but i always thought the term doesn’t quiiiiite cover it for him, so grim reaper himbo lorcan.... yes. YES he is a killing machine blessed by hellas YES he also wears crop tops and booty shorts (that used to just be elide’s regular clothes but there’s no way she’s asking for them back now). lorcan once punched a wall because he thought he heard an animal stuck in there. lorcan braids elide’s hair every morning and takes thottie gym selfies. sometimes he gets really quiet and serious and everyone thinks he’s being all broody but actually he’s trying to figure out if it’s “party rockers in the house tonight” or “party rock is.”

#asks #lorcan #elide #elorcan #I could go on. lorcan doesn’t know how to cook an egg.#he exclusively listens to metal but listen closely and all the lyrics are about dragons and equal rights #lorcan thinks coffee cake is made with coffee #at a bar if a guy is being an asshole he’ll pick him up and carry him out over his shoulder without a word before dumping him in a snowbank

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saylors-universe · 3 years

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All Hands on Deck, four

Rowaelin Cruise Vacation AU

Masterlist here

word count: 3275

[This is an interactive story! I will include Authorʻs Notes throughout the chapters to inform you when to start a particular song that you can find here in the All Hands on Deck playlist (Also can be found on the masterlist). For the best experience, listen with headphones, AND FOLLOW ALONG WITH THE STORY. Please try to use your imagination when listening and reading - live through the words. Have fun :) - Saylor]

Day 3 - ANIELLE PORT - “Welcome to Anielle! The Ellywe Voyager will depart tomorrow at noon, so make sure you are back onboard!”

“Wake up you lazy bum,” Aelin straddles atop Manon on her bed, pillow in hand, ready to hit and smother her. She strikes with the soft cotton once, reviving her comatose roommate. Aelin makes a move to strike once more when the aggravated, waken beast catches the pillow mid-swing, much to Aelinʻs surprise.

“Hit me again and Iʻll gut you,” Manon threatens with a deadly tone.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” Aelin smirks, gets off of Manon and heads towards their bathroom, “donʻt worry, I wonʻt take it personally. You do get grouchy when you donʻt get enough sleep,” she pokes her head out of the bathroom to look at Manon, “So who, pray tell, kept you out so late last night, a handsome activities director perhaps?”

“I have no idea what youʻre talking about,” Manon refutes drowsily, now sitting up against her bed frame.

“Oh come on,” Aelin pushes back, now sitting at the foot of Manonʻs bed, “you think I havenʻt noticed the little ʻflirty thingʻ going on between you two?”

“Thereʻs nothing ʻgoing onʻ,” Manon shares with air quotes.

“Oh yeah? Well then whereʻd you go last night?”

“Nowhere, I just stayed back to help Dorian clean up from the show,” Manon gets cut off by Aelinʻs burst of laughter.

Aelin, breathless and on the brink of losing it again, “You? You helped him clean up from the show? Manon you have never once offered to be helpful or selflessly volunteered to do something for someone,” she giggles even more, “Oh my god, you are SO into him.”

“Oh shut up,” Manon throws the pillow at Aelin and she falls back in laughter, but because she was at the foot of her bed she ended up tumbling over and falls on the ground. Manon cackles at the sight of Aelin on the ground, getting up and flipping her off.

Eventually they both calm down from their humorous morning and relocate to their patio balcony, looking over the docks and people watch.

“Where are we?” Manon inquires.

“Anielle, Lys and Aedionʻs door says they went out on a hike and I have no clue where Elide and Lorcan went,” Chaol was from Anielle and from what she last heard, he was home visiting family, most likely introducing his new girlfriend to his parents. “You feel like getting off the ship and hitting up the supermarket?”

“Nah,” Manon shares, and Aelin feels a sense of relief, sheʻs not exactly sure why. Although it was highly unlikely she would run into him, she decided not to leave the ship at this particular port, just in case, after all the Gods did hate her and she wouldn't put it past them to somehow place her ex in her path. “Wanna look around the ship more? Iʻm sure thereʻs more to this big floating raft than just the pool and Sky deck.”

“Sounds like fun, letʻs do it,” Aelin was happy to have this time with Manon. It had always been Manon and Elide, the two roommates turned inseparable best friends. She could tell that ever since Lorcan entered the picture, Manon had been getting left out. Now, with them being the two singles in their friend group, they have time to get closer and become great friends.

The two women get ready for the day, leaving their room after organizing their doorʻs magnets into the message “out exploring” and then they stroll off to the food bar before their day plans to grab a quick cup of coffee and say good morning to Emrys and Luca. To begin their adventure, they continue on the Lido deck, already familiar with the pool, they investigate the extensive food buffet bar. They find that Emrys and Lucaʻs station specialize in breakfast foods in the morning and then offer fresh burgers and fries for the rest of the day. A little further down they find the all-you-can-eat salad bar, the ice cream machines, and the dessert bakery. Aelin sets her sights on the most glorious stack of chocolate cakes she has ever seen. Her mouth waters and she begs Manon to stop for her to grab a slice and demolish it.

They move on to the opposite side of the pool, they happen upon the hot tub jacuzzi and the sauna rooms nearby. Traveling a little further down, they find four ping pong tables, three occupied with intense, heated games. They halt for a quick game on the remaining, open table. A game that Manon absolutely destroys Aelin at. Who knew Manon was so speedy and had the most precise hand-eye coordination? Also near the ping pong tables they notice giant chess and checker boards with giant, life-sized pieces.

They make their way to the stairs and travel up to the next deck, the Sports deck. They walk around, taking note of the basketball courts and the mini-golf putt courses. Taking the elevators to the Verandah deck, they find the fancy, dress up, sit down restaurant, The Antica. The two women agree to drag the rest of their friend group there later that night to finally have a family style meal.

Moving to the Promenade level, where they knew the music room was located, they found a library and recreational center on the opposite side of the ship. Aelinʻs passions had always been music and reading so she found her comfort, happy place in the shipʻs library. She dragged Manon through the libraryʻs alcoves and bookcases, finding a brilliant, diverse collection of stories and works.

Coincidentally enough, the two run into Dorian Havilliard, his nose stuck in a book in the deepest shelf in the library.

“My, my,” Aelin spooks Dorian who jerks up from his reading, “heʻs devastatingly handsome, and he reads, how very ostentatious of you Mr. Havilliard.”

He blushes and grins at the realization of being caught, “My preferred method of escape,” he closes his book and returns it to the shelf, “how may I be of assistance today,” his dazzling smile returning.

“Well being an avid reader myself, Iʻd love to share some recommendations with you later but for now could you point us in the direction of some attractions on this massive ship.”

“Absolutely, have you guys seen the dance club or the arcade/casino lounge bar yet?” The two shake their head, “Why donʻt I escort you guys?” They happily accept the tour and Aelin takes the role as wing-woman, nudging Manon closer to Dorian every so often. Aelin doesnʻt miss the murderous glare Manon gives her in warning, she just sticks her tongue out, scrunching her nose, and continues on. Dorian gives them the full tour of the dark, vacant dance club. She made a mental note to visit later and experience the chaotic night life first-hand. Then Dorian shows them through the casino lounge, Aelin sticking close to Manon in fear that sheʻd be tempted and fall victim to the trap of gambling, again.

The three of them return to the main deck when Aelin gets distracted by the sound of soft piano playing.

[A.N.] Play “Pantomime” by Ben Hammersley now, follow along, and let your imagination work. Find playlist here.

Aelin canʻt determine where the music is coming from, which intrigues and sparks her curiosity.

BREAK TIES

BUT STRUGGLE WITH THE CHAINS IN LIFE

YOUʻLL ALWAYS BE THE PUPPET WIRE

STAPLED TO MY HEART

IʻM WASHED OUT

IN SORROW AND IN GLORY

ITʻS ALL THE SAME OLD STORY

BUT THIS WILL BE THE TIME

AND I DONʻT KNOW WHY YOU CALL

WHEN ITʻS ALL GOING WRONG

OH, I DONʻT KNOW

IʻLL TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT

AND I DONʻT KNOW WHY YOU CALL

WHEN ITʻS ALL GOING WRONG

OH, I DONʻT KNOW

IʻLL TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT

- Aelin addresses Manon and Dorian, “Do you guys hear that?”

They both nod, looking just as confused and curious. They collectively take on the challenge of the mystery and peruse around the ship trying to find the source of the music. -

FORGIVE ME

FOR ALL THAT I HAVE DONE

AND ALL THAT I WILL DO

ITʻS NOT BECAUSE OF YOU

IʻM DARKER NOW

AND DARKER WITH EACH DAY

AS BOTH OF YOUR FACES

START TO LOOK THE SAME

AND I DONʻT KNOW WHY YOU CALL

WHEN ITʻS ALL GOING WRONG

OH, I DONʻT KNOW

IʻLL TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT

AND I DONʻT KNOW WHY YOU CALL

WHEN ITʻS ALL GOING WRONG

OH, I DONʻT KNOW

IʻLL TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT

IʻLL TELL YOU WHAT YOU REALLY WANT

TO HEAR

- They follow the sound, leading them to the elegant ballroom. Aelin spots a small crowd, formed around where she last recalled the grand piano. The three respectively move around people to take part in whatever has captured everyoneʻs attention. -

AND I DONʻT KNOW WHY YOU CALL

WHEN ITʻS ALL GOING WRONG

OH, I DONʻT KNOW

IʻLL TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT

AND I DONʻT KNOW WHY YOU CALL

WHEN ITʻS ALL GOING WRONG

OH, I DONʻT KNOW

IʻLL TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT

IʻLL TELL YOU WHAT YOU REALLY WANT

TO HEAR

- Aelin slips in through a crack in the wall of bodies just as the maestro ends and the crowd applauses. She catches Rowanʻs attention, sitting at the piano, a soft smile plastered over his tanned, slightly pink from sunburn, face. He clears his throat, now fully aware of her presence, and then addresses his small audience.

“This one, I wrote recently, itʻs called Rome.”

[A.N.] Start “Rome” by Dermot Kennedy now, follow along, and let your imagination run wild. Find playlist here.

Rowan: SO WHATʻS THE PAST FOR?

IʻLL NEED IT IF LOVE DONʻT LAST LONG

YOU CAN RUN AROUND INFINITE IN MY HEAD

OH YOU CANʻT SEE, OH, IʻD STAY IF YOU ASKED ME

NOW YOU KNOW I CARE,

BUT ITʻS HARD TO TELL WHEN YOUʻRE SCARED

BUT LAST NIGHT

IT HURT ME TO HEAR YOU SAY IT FELT BROKEN

AND EVEN THOUGH I TRIED

ALL THESE MEMORIES RUN MY MIND IN SLOW MOTION

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN

MIDNIGHT DRIVES WHEN YOUʻD SING

IʻD PLAY YOU SONGS YOU WERE IN?

I JUST WANT TO BE THERE AGAIN

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN

WITH ROME BELOW US THAT DAY

YOU SAID, “I WISH WE COULD STAY”

I JUST WANT TO BE THERE AGAIN

REMEMBER THAT FIRST LAUGH?

ALL IT CHANGED ONCE I HAD THAT

LIKE A HURRICANE, BUT I DONʻT CARE WHERE I LAND

SO, DANCE CAREFREE, I HOPE ITʻS EASIER KNOWING ME

NOW, YOUR SOUL IS YOURS, BUT IʻLL HELP IT MOVE IF I CAN

BUT LAST NIGHT

IT HURT ME TO HEAR YOU SAY IT FELT BROKEN

AND EVEN THOUGH I TRIED

ALL THESE MEMORIES RUN MY MIND IN SLOW MOTION

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN

MIDNIGHT DRIVES WHEN YOUʻD SING

IʻD PLAY YOU SONGS YOU WERE IN?

I JUST WANT TO BE THERE AGAIN

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN

WITH ROME BELOW US THAT DAY

YOU SAID, “I WISH WE COULD STAY”

I JUST WANT TO BE THERE AGAIN

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN, OH

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN

I DONʻT EVER WANNA LEAVE WHEN YOU CRY

I KNOW I GIVE YOU REASONS TO HIDE

I NEED YOU TO STAY BY MY SIDE

FIRST SHOOTINʻ STAR THAT YOU EVER SAW

WE WERE RIGHT ON OUR FEET THOUGH, RIGHT?

OPENING THE CAR DOOR FOR LIGHT

I REALLY THOUGHT IʻD LOSE YOU THAT TIME

- Their eyes lock onto each other -

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN

MIDNIGHT DRIVES WHEN YOUʻD SING

IʻD PLAY YOU SONGS YOU WERE IN?

I JUST WANT TO BE THERE AGAIN

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN

WITH ROME BELOW US THAT DAY

YOU SAID, ��I WISH WE COULD STAY”

I JUST WANT TO BE THERE AGAIN

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN, OH

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN, OH

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN

OOH, AH

OOH, OOH

- The crowd cheers and applauses, Aelin shortly following them once her heart slowed to a healthy pace. She offers Rowan a shy, sincere smile and then proceeds to grab Manon by the wrist and drag her back to the library where she letʻs out her panicked, disoriented rambling. Manon manages to calm her down by opening up a nearby book and getting Aelin to start reading. She spent the next few hours reading the book, totally oblivious to the real world and her surroundings. Once completed, she returns, finding Manon no where to be found. She probably went off to see Dorian no doubt. Aelin makes it to her empty cabin room and takes a nap, waiting for her friends to return.

Night 3 - ANIELLE PORT - “Movie Night: ʻBeauty and the Beastʻ Tonight on the Lido deck at 8:30pm, Come join us!”

Aelin wakes from her nap right at the peak of the sunset. She enjoys the beautiful display of colors from the comfort of her cabinʻs patio balcony, basking in the silence and alone time.

She leaves her room and notices across the hall on Lys and Aedionʻs door, the magnets reading ʻHomeʻ, so she knocks and to her surprise, Lorcan opens the door. He lets her in and finds all her friends; Lys, Aedion, Manon, and Elide in a heated game of cards.

“Hey sleepyhead,” her cousin greets, looking up from his unfortunately delt hand.

“How was your hike?”

“Oh it was awesome, right Lys?”

“Oh yeah, it was so much fun, you guys should have come, we left really early though, we tried knocking on your door but you two must have still been sleeping,” Lysandra answers.

“Next time. And you guys?,” Aelin gestures to Elide,” what did you and Lorcan do today?”

“The cruise offered us some honeymoon spa sessions, so we got some couple massages today,” Elide grabs for Lorcanʻs hand, their engagement bands clinking.

“Sounds fun”

“We were actually waiting for you, weʻre all going to get ready, dress up all nice and fancy and go to dinner. And then maybe weʻll stop by for the movie tonight?” Manon pitches.

They finish their game and everyone ushers off to prepare for dinner. Manon puts on a one shoulder, black to red ombre dress that falls all the way to the floor. She styles it with thin, black strapped, open-toed high heels and red, ruby earrings. Aelin decides to wear a deep blue, backless, form fitting dress with a deep v-neck, presenting her flattering cleavage, and a front slit reaching to her high-mid thigh. She styles her ensemble with creme colored close-toed heels, and a warm, creme-toned bracelet and pendant necklace.

The two meet back up with the group, everyone styled very fancy and professional. “Wow, you boys clean up nicely, and ladies you look as beautiful as ever,” Aelin exclaims enthusiastically. Aelin and Manon lead the way to The Antica on the Verandah deck. A server meets them at the entrance and informs them that there is assigned seating. He asks for their keycards and they provide them, he looks over their cards indicating their place on the seating chart and then leads the way.

They are shown to a large, round table, able to seat nine maybe ten. They each take a seat, Aelin and Lorcan being the bookends with the other empty seats in between them. The waiter returns, taking the tables order for drinks, they order a bottle of red wine for the table. After about ten minutes, three very attractive men, in formal wear, are guided to the table by another server and they each take their seats. Connal takes the empty seat next to Lorcan, opposite Elide, Fenrys beside his twin, and Rowan next to Aelin.

“Evening everyone,” Rowan greets. His deep, sensuous voice sends a warm tingle down Aelinʻs spine. “Aelin” he says more quietly, and only to her, in greeting. Her eyes graze over his finely-tailored suit and his styled hair. Wow, she thinks to herself. How is it possible for him to look even more fine. Her train of thought gets cut off when the waiter returns with the bottle of wine they ordered, he then goes around taking drink orders for the new patrons.

“Iʻm fine with just a water, thank you,” Rowan informs the waiter. Aelin tries really hard to focus on the menu in front of her, but her eyes continually wander elsewhere. Before she knew it, the waiter confronted the table, jotting down everyoneʻs order for their entree. The waiter gets to Rowan and Aelin monitors his face, not exactly hearing any words. The waiter gets to her and still being undecided she blurts out, “Iʻll have what heʻs having.”

“Escargot?” Rowan questions in disbelief.

“Um, yeah, Iʻll have whatever he said,” she notifies the waiter, having absolutely no clue what escargot is.

For the duration of the wait for their meals, the entire table take part in friendly discussion. They share jokes and laughs and Aelin recognizes feeling comfortable, happy even, with this group of individuals.

Their food arrives and Aelin stares at her plate for a few minutes. Snails. Rowan had ordered cooked snails. In their shells and everything. And like an idiot who couldn't pay attention for five seconds, she ordered them too. Not ready to own up to her idiocy, Aelin takes a few bites of her questionable meal. Not terrible, she thinks to herself, but this is definitely a one time thing, god Iʻm going to have to stuff my face with so much cake after this.

The group finishes their meals and wine, continuing their exciting conversations which everyone contributes in. Manon brings up her idea to catch the showing of ʻBeauty and the Beastʻ on the Lido deck and so the group finishes up their thoughts, cleans up a little and travel together to the Lido deck. Before finding their seats, they all stop by the ice cream machine and help themselves to a creamy, soft-serve cone. Aelin takes the chance to sneak away and head further in the bar and gets to the dessert bakery. She snags a slice of chocolate cake and begins devouring it.

“Still a fan of chocolate, I see,”

Aelin turns, mouth full of cake, “you caught me”

She says it so innocently that Rowan canʻt help but laugh.

“Did you want some?” she offers him a bite. He holds up his hand.

“No, thank you though, I just wanted to check on you, make sure youʻre okay.”

She laughs, “Hm let me see, besides eating snails, Iʻve found the library, read a really fascinating book, taken a nap, and tried the best cake Iʻve ever tasted, Iʻd say Iʻm doing pretty great.”

They share an intimate moment of pure laughter and joy.

“Well we better get back to everybody, Iʻm sure the movieʻs about to start.”

She follows his lead and they find their friends. They lay on deck chairs facing the projector screen, right next to each other. The rest of the night is a dream. Throughout the movie, she shares laughs with her friends, old and new, and she shares a few lingering glances with the man in the chair next to her. Aelin and her friends sing along with the songs of the movie, a little too loudly at times, earning annoying glares from nearby children. When the movie ends, the two groups share hugs and promises to hangout and do something the next day. A tired Manon and Aelin safely make it back to their cabin and Aelin quickly drifts off into a deep slumber, dreaming of being Beauty with a certain, familiar Beast.

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nalgenewhore · 4 years

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Slipping Through My Fingers - Three

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter

warnings: none

an: let the games begin bitches

Lorcan was desperate.

The five-year old sitting on the floor of his room refused to get dressed and Lorcan’s nerves were getting frayed. He looked more like Lorcan than his mother, but his features softer than his father’s, his eyes brighter - a pale doe-brown. The freckles over his button nose were Essar’s, no doubt about it.

“No, Dad.” Despite his words and negation, Lorcan was forever grateful that they spoke his mother tongue at home, as well as Essar’s. That their son was able to speak their languages, for their cultures and people to be kept alive for one more generation. They tended to mix and match with the two tongues, one from the northernmost part of Doranelle, and the other from deep within the Bogdano jungle.

He sighed and ran a hand down his face, rubbing his eyes before he too sat on the floor. “Prince, please. Please just put on your pants.”

“No, Dad. Don’t wanna go to school,” Kohana* said, his arms crossed tightly, glowering menacingly. He was already wearing his long-sleeved t-shirt, sweater and puffy jacket. The child insisted on wearing all his layers, even though it was hardly fall and he would definitely become way to warm by the end of the day.

“I know, kiddo,” Lorcan said, wishing that Essar was here to convince him. She’d always managed to soothe their son and sometimes - most of the time if he were honest - Lorcan felt like a failure. He’d asked every god, multiple times, why him. “I know you don’t.”

His tone was defeated and Kohana looked up at him, his brows lowered. “If you know, why telling me to go?”

That was a very good point. An excellent one. Lorcan resorted to his last point: bribery. “Alright, if you go to school, tonight when we get home, we’ll get ice cream and watch your favourite movie. Deal?”

His son looked between the pants and him, narrowing his chestnut eyes, just like his mom. Finally, Kohana nodded. “Ok, Dad.”

Ten minutes later, Kohana was concentrating on his laces, his tongue sticking out as he tied his shoes up. He was successful and clapped his little hands, “Look! Tied my shoes!”

Lorcan smiled, his heart cracking just a bit, “Good job, baby.” Kohana stood up on the front hall bench and lifted his arms. Lorcan scooped him up and tossed him up, catching him before setting the little one down on his feet, smiling at his son’s pealing laughter. “We ready?”

Kohana grabbed Lorcan’s pinky and ring finger after Lorcan helped him put on his mini rainbow Kanken backpack. “Yep! Go time!”

As Lorcan opened the door, Kohana froze, “Oh no! I forgot to say bye bye to Tigger!” He raced back into their house, seeking out Essar’s old ragdoll cat. Lorcan had a love-hate relationship with Tigger, but even he smiled when he heard the kid’s little voice saying good-bye. He looked in the mirror beside Essar’s picture, noting the length of his hair had just finally begun to brush against his shoulders after he had cut it, out of respect and honour for the passing of his wife.

It made his throat close up, this feeling that he was moving on and forgetting her - when he’d once promised to never forget her. Lorcan had meant it that dark day in that sterile hospital room and he meant it now. His gloomy thoughts were interrupted by the pattering feet of their son as he came racing back and crashed into Lorcan’s legs. “Ready to go.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Kohana chattered the entire way to his school, looking out the window as he kicked his feet, sitting on his booster seat. Lorcan grinned and conversed with him, only slightly worried about the amount that he talked.

Kohana was a fairly quiet child, reserved and freakily observant like his dad, and preferred to silently ride in the truck wherever they went. Soon enough, they pulled up in front of the school and Kohana fell silent, nervously glancing out at the other kids and parents.

“You need a minute, Ko?”

Kohana slowly shook his head, “No, I ready. Go time, Dad.”

Lorcan stifled his chuckle and unbuckled his seatbelt, turning off the engine and making his way to Kohana’s door. He opened it and Kohana unclipped his seat belt and stood on his booster seat, waiting for Lorcan to pick him up. Lorcan did, propping him on his hip as he got his backpack and shut the door, clicking his keys to lock the truck as he strode through the parking lot, unaware of the stares and attention he drew to himself as he walked to the school.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide checked the time again, reassuring herself that nobody was late, considering the bell didn’t ring for another fifteen minutes. She breathed out slowly, checking over her class list and making sure that each little desk (who knew kindergarten desks could be so cute) had a velcroed name label on it. She figured she would let the kids choose their seats and go from there once she knew the different dynamics.

She checked over the reading area, making sure the toadstool-patterned pouffes were placed correctly and relative to the bookshelves and toy area. What she had wanted was a whimsical, faerie-woods like reading area and Elide was happy with what she had done. She'd even managed to find a tree-throne inspired wooden chair made by a local artist.

The art corner was all ready, it had been the first area she set up, and Elide walked into the cubby area, which was separate from the rest of the classroom.

Unlike the desks, the cubbies were designated to each student and she made sure that the velcroed labels stuck on well. Elide did not need wild little ones pulling things off at random. She popped into the little bathroom they had, thanking her gods and goddesses for being one of the few kindergarten classes with their own toilet. There was a sign with diagrams on correct hand washing and a step stool up to the sink, soap and paper towels in easy access.

She looked at herself in the mirror, running an eye over her outfit: a pair of raw-edge, blue mom jeans and a slouchy lavender sweater, paired with a pair of delicate silver hoops, her hair twisted into a low-bun and held together with a silver hairpin, a gift from her ex-girlfriend. She wore her everyday, white sneakers, her makeup simple with just mascara and a light dusting of blush.

Perfect for meeting parents and kiddos. Comfortable and still somewhat professional for the first day of school. Aelin had asked her to model some things for her newest collection and had dumped a bunch of custom made pieces into her arms. A congrats-on-your-new-job present, she’d said, so needless to say, Elide was well-equipped and excited for her new outfits.

Someone knocked on the door and called out, “Hello?”

Elide squeaked and hurried into her class, “Hey, I’m— Lorcan?” Oh gods, what was he doing here? Elide subtly checked the available exits, in case something went sideways. “What are you doing here?”

Just then, she noticed how shocked he looked and the children’s backpack that dangled from his hand, not to mention the nearly identical child who held onto his other hand in a death grip. “Um, I- kid- school-” he stuttered out, his jaw still dropped as the child tugged on his hand.

“Dad?” The dark-haired child looked up at Lorcan in confusion, his brow wrinkling. Elide genuinely thought that every kid was cute, but by the gods, this one took the cake. She had the sudden urge to kiss his round cheek and clamped down on the desire.

He was a father. And she was his kid’s teacher. And she should not be thinking about how he held her up and fucked her against a wall three nights ago or how the way his lips parted as she got on her knees for—

“Oh my gods, sorry,” Elide said, snapping out of her shock. “Hi!” The kid looked nervous and hugged Lorcan’s legs, hiding his face in his father’s navy painter pants.

“Ko,” Lorcan said, crouching down in front of his son. Elide scanned the class roster, landing on the name Kohana **Tangaroa-Salvaterre. Lorcan began to speak in a language she discerned as ***Ozuye from hearing it during her gap year, but she didn’t comprehend a word, her mind reeling.

Even if this wasn’t the situation, she still wouldn’t have been able to understand a word on account of not speaking a language other than the common tongue and Blackbeak.

“Ok, Dad,” Kohana whispered. He walked over to her, his light eyes wide as he clasped his hands together in front of him, “Hello. My name is Kohana. I am five.”

Elide huffed a laugh and crouched down in front of him, “Hi, Kohana. My name’s supposed to be Miss Lochan, but you can call me Elide.” He smiled and nodded, running back to Lorcan to grab his backpack and grab a quick hug before saying bye with a tight hug and an accepted top-of-the-head kiss. He quickly ran back to Elide’s side.

Lorcan laughed quietly and nodded an only semi-awkward goodbye before ducking out of the classroom. “Alright, Kohana, why don’t we see your cubby?”

“Ok,” he said, following her closely as she led the way to the coat room.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Hellas save him, this was a mess. How had he managed to sleep with the one person that would be his son’s teacher for ten whole months?

Lorcan stopped at a red light and hit his head against the steering wheel, swearing low. If Essar could see him now, she’d be crying in laughter. That got him to smile, even if it was forced and unnatural.

He drove in utter silence to the mechanic shop he worked at, alongside Fenrys and Malakai, trying to think about anything other than the sounds she had made when he was inside her. He was not successful in the slightest.

It had him in a foul mood when he parked and got out of his truck, stalking into the back room. Fenrys was sitting at the table and drinking a cup of coffee when he walked in. “Woah, who pissed in your coffee this morning?”

Lorcan sighed and braced his hands against his locker, hanging his head. “I fucked Ko’s teacher.”

“Wait, just now?”

He snarled and spun to glare at Fenrys, “Yeah, in the five-minute period I was dropping my kindergartener off at school, I took her in the cubby and fucked her real good.” He walked over to the blonde and slapped him upside the head, “Fuck is wrong with you? She’s the girl from the bar.”

“Well. You two are fucked.”

That was exactly the problem.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

*Kohana is a Lakota name that means swift

**Tangaroa is the Māori god of the sea! In this story (and all things i write) both Essar and Lorcan are indigenous - Essar is Māori and Lorcan is Lakota because you can never have too much colour 😌✨

***Ozuye is the fictional tribe of my own invention, it’s very largely based off the Lakota nation

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writtenonreceipts · 4 years

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another fanfic no one asked for, a creation due to hyperfixation...i saw a prompt about writing a story based only on message machine answers. so here we are. formatting is weird. i was too lazy to do anything super special. based on character from Throne of Glass

No one answers their phones. People eat cake. People vomit. People almost die. People change. Elorcan. Slight language and references to adult themes.

i’m thinking about doing a full out prose version based on the events of this fic, if anyone’s interested? lmk

enjoy

You’ve Got a Voicemail

December 20

CALL FROM: the ass of perranth

Hey it’s Elide, sorry I missed you.

>>Please leave your message after the tone.

BEEP.

December 23

CALL FROM: the ass of perranth

Hey, it’s Elide, sorry I missed you.

>>Please leave your message after the tone.

BEEP.

December 31

CALL FROM: the ass of perranth

Hey, it’s Elide, sorry I missed you.

>>Please leave your message after the tone.

BEEP.

I—I

BEEP. Call ended.

December 31

CALL FROM: Whitethorn

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

It’s Rowan man. Where are you? It’s almost midnight and Fenrys is already wasted and…hell he’s climbing on the tables already. Just get here man.

January 1

CALL FROM: UNKOWN

Hey, it’s Elide. Sorry I missed you.

>>Please leave your message after the tone.

BEEP

Hi Elide, this is Nox, from the bar last night. Your friend Manon gave me your number. You wanna get coffee sometime?

January 1

CALL FROM: the witcher

Hey, it’s Elide. Sorry I missed you.

>>Please leave your message after the tone.

BEEP

Relax. He was hot and into you and not devoid of all human emotion.

January 1

CALL FROM: Whitethorn

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave your message after the tone.

BEEP

Did you know Fenrys can sing? You shoulda been there last night.

February 14

CALL FROM: the ass of perranth

This is Elide’s phone and she is gonna get wasted tonight! She’s single so you should call back. *a chair knocks over*AELIN!

>>Please leave your message after the tone.

BEEP.

February 15

CALL FROM: the ass of perranth

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave your message after the tone.

BEEP.

Lorcan. Lorcan, I—I just need you to stop calling. Okay?

April 27

CALL FROM: the *NEW* ass of perranth

This is Elide Lochan of Perranth Publishing House. Leave a detailed message and I’ll get back to you shortly.

>>Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

It’s Nox. I left my key underneath the pot of those blue flowers.

May 1

CALL FROM: yrene

This is Elide Lochan of Perranth Publishing House. Leave a detailed message and I’ll get back to you shortly.

>>Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP.

Hey Elide, it’s Yrene! Sorry I missed you but just a reminder, you have to come tonight okay? Please. Chaol and I are buying food and drinks so be there.

May 2

CALL FROM: fire-breathing bitch queen

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave your message after the tone.

BEEP

Lorcan? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s Aelin. Um. I just. Can you just come to the hospital? Chaol was in an accident and I can’t get a hold of anyone. Please?

May 2

CALL FROM: chocolate cake

This is Elide Lochan of Perranth Publishing House. Leave a detailed message and I’ll get back to you shortly.

>>Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP.

Elide, it’s Aelin. Just get Yrene here soon okay?

May 2

CALL FROM: the ass of perranth

This is Elide Lochan of Perranth Publishing House. Leave a detailed message and I’ll get back to you shortly.

>>Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

*Exhale* You left your coat in my car. I gave it to Aelin.

May 3

CALL FROM: fire-breathing bitch queen

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

It’s Aelin again. Keep screening my calls that’s fine. Could you bring coffee to the hospital when you come? Rowan’s flight got delayed again. Dorian and Manon get back in a few hours and I can’t handle it without coffee. Don’t ask me to beg, but if you bring chocolate cake I won’t knee you in the groin every time I see you.

May 3

CALL FROM: chocolate cake

This is Elide Lochan of Perranth Publishing House. Leave a detailed message and I’ll get back to you shortly.

>>Please leave a detailed message after the tone.

It’s me. I have your jacket. Sorry I made you hitch a ride with Salvaterre. Hey…um…are you sure you’re okay?

May 10

CALL FROM: Chaol’s Yrene

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

Hey Lorcan. It’s Yrene. I just wanted to thank-you for taking care of my garden with everything going on. Chaol gets home from the hospital next week, you should come for dinner.

May 10

CALL FROM: chocolate cake

This is Elide Lochan of Perranth Publishing House. Leave a detailed message and I’ll get back to you shortly.

>>Please leave a detailed message after the tone.

BEEP

It’s Aelin. Again. You aren’t that broken up about Nox are you? I mean…are you? Call me bitch.

May 10

CALL FROM: the witcher

This is Elide Lochan of Perranth Publishing House. Leave a detailed message and I’ll get back to you shortly.

>>Please leave a detailed message after the tome.

BEEP

Screw you. Answer the phone and stop making me leave messages. *Muffled curse* Abraxos misses you because you actually take him for walks. Bitch.

May 20

CALL FROM: Chaol’s Yrene

Lorcan Salvaterre is unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP.

It’s Yrene. Be here at seven. At seven Salvaterre.

June 1

CALL FROM: the ass of perranth

It’s Elide. Sorry I missed your call, it’s been a year, haha. Leave a message.

>>Please leave a message after the tone

BEEP

June 1

CALL FROM: fire-breathing bitch queen

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

Just because I let you crash at my place does not give you the right to each my chocolate cake. For breakfast. I’ll let Rowan beat you. Better yet I’ll beat you. Bitch.

June 3

CALL FROM: Yrene

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave your message after the tone.

BEEP

It’s Yrene. Just wanted to thank-you for helping put up the ramp at our new place. Chaol’s wheelchair appreciates it. Are you still staying with Aelin? I want to bring some cookies over. Plenty to share too, I know how she eats. Please don’t tell her I said that.

June 4

CALL FROM: chocolate cake

It’s Elide. Sorry I missed your call, it’s been a year, haha. Leave a message.

>>Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

You could have told me you lost your job. Come over tonight? I’ll make Rowan order take out and we can watch Stranger Things.

June 5

CALL FROM: the ass of perranth

It’s Elide. Sorry I missed your call, it’s been a year, haha. Leave a message.

>>Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

*Muffled curse*

>>Call ended

June 5

CALL FROM: the ass of perranth

It’s Elide. Sorry I missed your call, it’s been a year, haha. Leave a message.

>>Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

*Muffled curse* Aelin needed to get a hold of you, I swear. Her phone died. Chaol’s in the hospital again. She…she needed you.

June 6

CALL FROM: Elide

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

Sorry I called you a bastard.

June 6

CALL FROM: Elide

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

Even though that’s totally what you are. Bastard.

June 8

CALL FROM: Yrene

Lorcan Salaterre is not available. Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

He’s in surgery again. They found the clot in time. Thanks for checking in Lorcan. If it’s not too much to ask, can you bring me a pickle sandwich? Um…just bread and pickles. Actually, mayo too. No. No never mind that’s a bad idea. Pickles and bread. And olives.

June 8

CALL FROM: Chaol’s BF

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

You were actually being nice to Chaol’s wife? Dude. *Muffled curse* Manon, I’m serious, it’s strange. OW!

June 10

CALL FROM: yrene

It’s Elide. Sorry I missed your call, it’s been a year, haha. Leave a message.

>>Please leave a message after the tone.

It’s Yrene. I’m sorry about what happened. I’ll buy you new shoes. And socks. And pants. Oh geez. I didn’t think I would be so sick. And if you could just not mention what happened? I’m super embarrassed and um…not usually sick? Anyway, I know you said your coming back later if I grovel enough could you bring me a pickle sandwich?

June 10

CALL FROM: Elide

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave your message after the tone.

BEEP

Since we both go roped into pickle sandwich duty, should we come up with a schedule? Um, I mean…just…Yrene puked all over me right? So, just…she shouldn’t be alone. Chaol’s recovery’s going to be a long one so I just thought. Never mind.

June 10

CALL FROM: the ass of perranth

It’s Elide. Sorry I missed your call, it’s been a year, haha. Leave a message.

>>Please leave a message after the tone.

I’ll get the sandwiches for this week.

June 15

CALL FROM: Elide

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

Pickles and ice cream. Together. Not separate. I’m going to tell everyone and make them do this. She still hasn’t gotten me new shoes.

June 20

CALL FROM: chocolate cake

It’s Elide, please leave a message and I’ll get back to you!

>>Please leave a message after the tone.

You sound happy? You’re jobless, you know that right? Rowan might have a job for you actually. But, that’s not why I called. Lorcan’s been here too long. I hate the man. Why have I let him stay in my apartment for so long Elide? Ugh. He needs a girlfriend. Oh…um…you know what I mean. Sorry. OH!! You know what we should do. We should go out. Tonight. Girls night.

June 20

CALL FROM: chocolate cake

It’s Elide, please leave a message and I’ll get back to you!

>>Please leave a message after the tone

BEEP

Manon totally brought Dorian. Imma call Rowan. Get out of the bathroom. Slut.

June 20

CALL FROM: chocolate cake

It’s Elide, please leave a message and I’ll get back to you!

>>Please leave a message after the tone

BEEP

He brought Loooorcan. He’s the slut!

June 20

CALL FROM: Aelin

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

If you go home with her, I will murder you. We will murder you. Aelin and I together. Because that’s what bitches do.

June 21

CALL FROM: the *ass* of perranth

It’s Elide, please leave a message and I’ll get back to you!

>>Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

You left your bra at my place. I’ll keep it here for you.

June 21

CALL FROM: Elide

Lorcan Salvaterre is not available. Please leave a message after the tone.

BEEP

Ass.

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