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elisiarin · 6 months ago
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“You are to stay away from her.”
“You can’t order me to do that.”
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demonlovesangel · 5 months ago
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Elain and her Best Friends
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A little fanart I did of Elain, Nuala and Cerridwen because they're adorable and they love each other and I can't wait to know more about their friendship!
Also Elain is shorter than them haha.
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psychee92 · 6 months ago
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Elain / Nuala & Cerridwen (and why their friendship is important)
This is a continuation of my previous post, about mist, shadow, and the connection between Elain and the Prison (8th Court).
Friendly reminder that the two people Elain is closest to—and spends the most time with—are shadows. Please tell me again how shadows do not like/hide from Elain.
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Two things to note here: wraiths are shadow and mist, and they are able to walk through walls and stone. If you’ve read my previous posts, I think you know where I’m going with this.
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Do you truly believe that it is mere coincidence that, out of everyone, Elain developed a friendship with Nuala and Cerridwen, the two half-wraiths who were trained by Azriel himself? Azriel’s spies?
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What about them being able to walk through walls? Through stone?
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And what about their friendship with Elain?
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What does this friendship mean for Elain?
Well, we start seeing hints of their influence throughout ACOSF.
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And what does it mean for the bigger plot? The Prison? The people imprisoned behind stone? The 8th Court?
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NOTHING is coincidence in SJM’s world. And, if you ask me, having two best friends who can literally walk through stone might come in handy in the next book.
We are not ready for this badass group of spies, mist, and shadow.
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vickiegrey · 6 months ago
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I love the way Nuada and Nuala represent the concept of duality and ambivalence. Del Toro is definitely an artistic genius.
Nuala cosplay by me.
https://instagram.com/grinch_cosplay as Nuada.
Picture by the amazing https://instagram.com/makkstobi_photo
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marchempel2 · 2 months ago
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Nuala and Dream from several years ago. Media: India ink, graphite (and possibly charcoal).
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elriell · 6 months ago
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A small moment of appreciation for the friendship between Elain and Nuala & Cerridwen ❤
“Elain stood between Nuala and Cerridwen at the long worktable. All three of them covered in flour. Some sort of doughy mess on the surface before them. The two handmaiden-spies instantly bowed to Rhys, and Elain—There was a slight sparkle in her brown eyes. As if she’d been enjoying herself with them.”
“I’ll help you,” Nesta offered. But Elain shook her head. “Nuala and Cerridwen will help me.”
“Breathed in the smell of the bread Nuala and Cerridwen had baked that morning with Elain.”
“Elain was in the kitchen, helping Nuala and Cerridwen prepare the evening meal. Even with Solstice two nights away, everyone had descended upon the town house.”
“I glanced at Nuala and Cerridwen, the latter giving me a shake of her head as if to say, Not a good day for her.”
“Nuala and Cerridwen signaled was ready, their shadows veiling them more than usual. To grant us some sense of privacy. I threw them a look of gratitude, but they both shook their heads. No thanks necessary. They’d spent more time with Elain than even I had. They understood her moods, what she sometimes needed.”
“How long have you been working on this?” A one-shouldered shrug. “Since dawn.” She added, “Nuala and Cerridwen were up hours earlier.”
“Especially for what they’d done for my sister. The companionship, the purpose, the small sense of normalcy in that kitchen. She’d bought them those cozy, fuzzy blankets from the weaver, one raspberry pink and the other lilac.”
“Did you …?” A nod from Elain. “Nuala did the decorating, though.”
“She had purpose, and joy, and friends: those two half-wraiths who worked in Rhysand’s household. But those things had always come easily to her sister. Had always made Elain special.”
“She scanned Elain from head to toe, wondering if she’d been taking lessons in stealth either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friends.”
I can’t wait for their friendship to be explored in the next book, they are going to be such an epic group of spies!
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rhyssescups · 5 months ago
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Nuala + Elain + Cerridwen’s Friendship
This is a response to various posts that I’ve seen discussing Nuala + Cerridwen and their friendship with Elain.
First of all, I would just like to say that Nuala + Cerridwen are members of Elain’s trio. Please, stop acting as though Nuala + Cerridwen don’t exist, or insinuate that they “don’t count as real friends” / “don’t have feelings” because they’re half-wraiths and you view them as lesser than. Elain already has friends who care deeply for her, so stop insisting that you need new characters, or even Vassa, to form a bond with her to replace the one that she already has with Nuala + Cerridwen.
Now, onto the fun portion of the post: Nuala + Elain + Cerridwen moments !! :))
• “Elain stood between Nuala and Cerridwen at the long worktable. All three of them covered in flour. Some sort of doughy mess on the surface before them. The two handmaiden-spies instantly bowed to Rhys, and Elain— There was a slight sparkle in her brown eyes. As if she’d been enjoying herself with them. Nuala swallowed hard. “The lady said she was hungry, so we went to make her something. But—she said she wanted to learn how, so …” Hands wreathed in shadows lifted in a helpless gesture, flour drifting off them like veils of snow. “We’re making bread.” Elain was glancing between all of us, and as her eyes began to shutter, I gave her a broad smile and said, “I hope it’ll be done soon—I’m starved.” Elain offered a faint smile in return and nodded. She was hungry. She was … doing something. Learning something.” (ACOWAR - chapter 40)
• “Breathed in the smell of the bread Nuala and Cerridwen had baked that morning with Elain.” (ACOWAR - chapter 50)
• “Elain floated to my side. “Happy birthday, Feyre.” My friends—my family—echoed the words as Rhys set the cake on the low-lying table before the fire. I glanced toward my sister. “Did you …?” A nod from Elain. “Nuala did the decorating, though.” It was then that I realized what the three different tiers had been painted to look like. On the top: flowers. In the middle: flames. And on the bottom, widest layer … stars. The same design of the chest of drawers I’d once painted in that dilapidated cottage. One for each of us—each sister. Those stars and moons sent to me, my mind, by my mate, long before we’d ever met. “I asked Nuala to do it in that order,” Elain said as the others gathered round. “Because you’re the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.” My throat tightened unbearably, and I squeezed her hand in answer.” (ACOFAS - chapter 19)
Nuala + Cerridwen (as well as Azriel) were the only ones in ACOWAR who were actually doing things with Elain - baking with her, escorting her to her garden, etc. These activities helped Elain focus her energy into more positive endeavors - and helped her blossom a bit and gain some of her sense of self back.
Elain continues cooking and baking in ACOFAS - so it’s safe to say that the twins helped her find a new hobby that she found to be enjoyable ! :))
• “She peered down at herself, at the simple blue gown she wore. “I need to dress.” “I’ll help you,” Nesta offered. But Elain shook her head. “Nuala and Cerridwen will help me.” Then she was gone—shoulders a little squarer.” (ACOWAR - chapter 49)
This isn’t a huge moment - one could argue that this scene is just cementing Nuala + Cerridwen’s place as Elain’s handmaidens (an argument that I personally think is very bleh). However, I interpreted this scene differently and don’t find that to be the case.
Before this moment in ACOWAR - we received the scene with Nuala + Cerridwen teaching Elain how to make bread. So, there’s already been a relationship established between the three of them.
Prior to the scene quoted above, Elain is trying to convince Nesta + Feyre to allow her to visit Graysen in an attempt to convince him to allow the humans to seek shelter at their estate. After Elain convinces the IC to go along with her plan, she says that she needs to change her dress before visiting him. However, when Nesta offers to help her dress, Elain refuses her offer and instead says that she’ll have Nuala + Cerridwen aid her.
I think that this moment may indicate a deeper friendship between Nuala + Elain + Cerridwen than what we originally suspected. Elain had just made an important decision in suggesting Graysen as an option for sheltering the humans that would be impacted by Hybern + the war, she also knows that she will be the one bartering on behalf of the IC - because of her prior connection to him. This was going to be Elain’s first time seeing Graysen since becoming fae - it wouldn’t be preposterous to think that perhaps she wanted some advice from the two half-wraiths that she had grown close to, or that she wanted to speak with them in an attempt to calm some nerves that she might have in regards to the meeting.
During that scene, Elain acknowledges the dislike that Nesta + Graysen have for one another - “Elain only rose to her feet. “He doesn’t know you,” she said to me. Then she faced Nesta with a frank, bemused look. “And he hates you”.
Knowing this, it seems quite obvious that Elain wouldn’t feel comfortable enough to disclose any of the true feelings that were swimming around in her mind regarding the meeting with Nesta + Feyre. So, she declined Nesta’s offer and chose to speak to Nuala + Cerridwen about the situation instead.
Now, as I stated in the beginning of this argument, this is just a theory of mine so it has the potential to be incorrect. I just don’t think that it’s too outlandish to think that Elain may have wanted to speak about an enormous moment that lay in front of her with two of her friends.
• “If Nesta doesn’t want to be here tonight, then it’s more trouble than it’s worth to bring her in.” Elain’s voice was colder than usual. I glanced at Nuala and Cerridwen, the latter giving me a shake of her head as if to say, Not a good day for her.” (ACOFAS - chapter 12)
• “In silence, we worked, then set about filling the platters with the food Nuala and Cerridwen signaled was ready, their shadows veiling them more than usual. To grant us some sense of privacy. I threw them a look of gratitude, but they both shook their heads. No thanks necessary. They’d spent more time with Elain than even I had. They understood her moods, what she sometimes needed.” (ACOFAS - chapter 12)
• “I surveyed the food she was assembling and asked between bites, “How long have you been working on this?” A one-shouldered shrug. “Since dawn.” She added, “Nuala and Cerridwen were up hours earlier.” I’d seen the Solstice bonus Rhys had given each of them. It was more than most families made in a year. They deserved every damned copper mark. Especially for what they’d done for my sister. The companionship, the purpose, the small sense of normalcy in that kitchen. She’d bought them those cozy, fuzzy blankets from the weaver, one raspberry pink and the other lilac.” (ACOFAS - chapter 18)
These moments are so important because it allows us to see how deep Nuala + Elain + Cerridwen’s friendship truly goes. It displays to the audience that Nuala + Cerridwen truly care for Elain as a person - not just as their “lady” or someone who they’ve been tasked to attend to.
When Feyre thanks Nuala + Cerridwen for granting her and Elain a moment of privacy, the two half-wraiths dismiss it because they don’t believe that it was necessary - to them it was a moment of decency that they had given to support their friend.
It also allows us to see that Nuala + Cerridwen are aware of Elain’s emotions - either because they’re perceptive and have spent enough time around her to recognize the telltale signs of Elain’s actions on a good mental health day versus a bad one, or perhaps because Elain disclosed her feelings to them - both of which indicate a deep bond between the three.
• “Elain, mourn as she might for the life she would have had with Graysen, had found a place, a role here. Tending to the gardens of Feyre’s veritable palace on the river, helping other residents of Velaris restore their own destroyed gardens—she had purpose, and joy, and friends: those two half-wraiths who worked in Rhysand’s household. But those things had always come easily to her sister. Had always made Elain special.” (ACOSF - chapter 3)
• “You came,” Elain said behind her, and Nesta started, not having heard her sister approach. She scanned Elain from head to toe, wondering if she’d been taking lessons in stealth either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friends.” (ACOSF - chapter 58)
In ACOSF, we finally get someone in the IC referring to Nuala + Cerridwen as Elain’s “friends”.
It’s important to note that Nesta is the one who finally says this - when she hasn’t spent much time around the IC in the year leading up to ACOSF.
She hasn’t been privy to a lot of the moments that the audience and others members of the IC have seen / been present for, so for someone who was so outside of their circle to acknowledge the companionship that Nuala + Elain + Cerridwen have - especially at the beginning of ACOSF, before Nesta really started reintegrating herself into the IC - is an enormous sign that their bond runs deep.
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incorrect-sandman · a month ago
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Dream: We are now in the Dreaming, the land of stories where anything can exist, even imaginary.
Cluracan: Oh, great! I can't wait to see a dragon! Or a penguin!
Nuala: Penguins are real.
Cluracan: That's the spirit, Nuala! They're real to me too!
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daisybrekker · 2 months ago
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Hints towards Elain becoming a spy
(I just had to make this post cause I saw someone say how they didn't understand why the Spy!Elain theory was created and they believed that Gwyn was better suited as a spy🤦‍♀️)
Elain:
Her two friends are Azriel's spies and half Shadow Wraiths.
Her love interest is literally The Spymaster
A seer would be extremely useful as a Spy
Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”
She [Feyre] nodded toward Azriel. "I think she's got you beat for secret-keeping."
She stepped out of a shadow [...]
Veils of steam drifting past her shoulders [...] as if they were Azriel's shadows.
"You came," Elain said behind her, and Nesta started, not having heard her sister approach. She scanned Elain from head to toe, wondering if she'd been taking lessons in stealth either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths [...]
Gwyn:
She's already established as a Valkyrie (a warrior), not a spy
She's not subtle, meanwhile spies are supposed to be quiet, unnoticeable
Gwyn let out a high-pitched noise that was nothing but pure excitement.
She couldn’t even keep the Dread Trove a secret.
Only that the Trove must be found quickly. And that Gwyn should not mention it to anyone.
"I even asked Merrill last night. She broke through that glamour [...]"
The whole Spy!Elain theory comes from the belief that she'll have to break into The Prison or spy on Beron for the IC. Gwyn has nothing to do with either of these.
Obviously, it could turn out that ACOTAR5 won't have a Spy Arc at all, but if it was to have one, I think it's obvious who's more likely to be the spy.
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viridializard · 26 days ago
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wives 🥺
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elisiarin · a month ago
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Seer and Spies of the Night Court
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fishyelvenantics · 5 months ago
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Ok but (and keep in mind my knowledge on irish mythology is less than ideal so feel free to correct me cause I really wanna learn) I know there's like an actual Nuada on one story, but he isn't Silverlance, he's Silver arm and losing an arm made him unfit to rule so he got himself an arm and came back (as I said, I know very little of irish mythology so I could be remembering everything wrong) but... just imagine if Nuada had lost an arm... I doubt Nuala's arm would just fall if her brother lost one, at much she would have a scar or some mobility limitations... just... Imagine...
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Badass queen Nuala proudly displaying her scars and ruling Bethmoora while Nuada went into exile AGAIN (because drama) and got himself a fancy new arm...
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faithisilliterate · 5 months ago
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I have trouble taking the “Nuala and Cerridwen are being erased as POC” arguments seriously when
1. Vaasa isn’t white and you’re trying to pass her off as white to make it seem like people want to give Elain a non-POC friends when that isn’t the case at all, and actually the farthest thing from being said.
2. You’ve supported theories that severely hurt Lucien, a biracial man who has been abused and used by white characters.
3. Large swaths of your ship had a problem with Emerie because of the Emeriel crackship that existed leading up to ACOSF, and were only okay with her until after it was clear that she was not going to be a love interest for a different character.
So no, I don’t think you’re actually trying to bring attention to how this fandom treats POC because of the above reasons.
And just a side note: POC characters should be characters first and then friends to other characters. If you cannot name at least one trait exclusive to Nuala and exclusive to Cerridwen that does not involve Elain or Azriel or Feyre— only their individual characters —and allows you to distinguish the twins from each other, then maybe consider if you’re actually trying to stand up for POC or if you’re trying to assert a scenario where Elain gets to stay in the Night Court and allow your ship to happen.
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frankensteinsbrides · a year ago
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It is said that at the dawn of time, man, beast, and all magical beings lived together under Aeglin, the Father Tree. But man had been created with a hole in his heart, a hole that no possession, power, or knowledge could fill. And in his infinite greed, man dreamed of expanding his dominion over the entire earth. The blood of many an elf, ogre, and goblin spilled in their war with man, and King Balor, the one-armed king of Elfland watched the slaughter in dread and despair.
Elves in Hellboy II: The Golden Army
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queenringer · 5 months ago
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Elain Archeron Appreciation Week Day 7 (Free Choice)
Special thanks to @elainarcher for hosting this Appreciation Week! If you would like to participate this post includes all the details!
Day 7: Free Choice
For this I decided to find some cute moments (big or small) of Elain and members of the IC
ACOWAR Chapter 32 (Mor)
“Elain was nestled beside a too-casual Mor on the sitting room couch when we arrived at the town house”
ACOWAR Chapter 51 (Mor)
“Elain studied her hands, turning them over. ‘I hadn’t realized … how ordinary it looked.’ ‘You’re still lovely,’ Mor said a bit gently. Elain offered a half smile. ‘I suppose that war makes wanting things like that unimportant.’ Mor was quiet for a heartbeat. ‘Perhaps. But you should not let war steal it from you regardless.’”
ACOFAS Chapter 12 (Cassian, Amren, Mor, and Rhysand)
“Cassian kissing Elain’s cheek in greeting before he nearly lifted her out of the way to get to the dining table. Amren came next, giving my sister a nod, her ruby necklace sparkling in the faelights speckled throughout the garlands in the hall. Then Mor, with a smacking kiss for either cheek....... As Elain lived here, my mate gave her only a smile of greeting before taking up his seat at Cassian’s right” 
ACOSF Chapter 40 (Cassian)
“’Why are you here?’ Cassian asked, unable to help the sharpness. ‘Where’s Elain?’”
ACOSF Chapter 44 (Rhysand)
‘Some were as lovely as you, Elain,’ Rhys said from beside Feyre”
ACOFAS Chapter 44 (Amren)
“’She was jealous of your beauty,’ Amren said, an amused smile on her red lips. Elain blushed. ‘Perhaps.’”
I cannot wait for Elain Archeron’s book! I hope we see more interactions between Elain and the IC, as well as with Nuala and Cerridwen!!
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elriell · 5 months ago
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“Elain stood between Nuala and Cerridwen at the long worktable. All three of them covered in flour. Some sort of doughy mess on the surface before them. The two handmaiden-spies instantly bowed to Rhys, and Elain— There was a slight sparkle in her brown eyes. As if she’d been enjoying herself with them. Nuala swallowed hard. “The lady said she was hungry, so we went to make her something. But—she said she wanted to learn how, so …” Hands wreathed in shadows lifted in a helpless gesture, flour drifting off them like veils of snow. “We’re making bread.” Elain was glancing between all of us, and as her eyes began to shutter, I gave her a broad smile and said, “I hope it’ll be done soon—I’m starved.” Elain offered a faint smile in return and nodded. She was hungry. She was … doing something. Learning something.”
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rhyssescups · 2 months ago
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Nuala + Cerridwen Masterlist:
ACOTAR:
• “They appeared through the cracks from slivers of darkness, just as Rhysand had. But while he’d solidified into a tangible form, these faeries remained mostly made of shadow, their features barely discernable, save for their loose, flowing cobweb gowns. They remained silent when they reached for me. I didn’t fight them—there was nothing to fight them with, and nowhere to run. The hands they clasped around my forearms were cool but solid—as if the shadows were a coating, a second skin.” (ACOTAR - Chapter 39)
• “They had to have been sent by Rhysand—some servants of his from the Night Court. They could have been mutes for all they said to me as they pressed close to my body and we stepped—physically stepped—through the closed door, as if it wasn’t even there. As if I had become a shadow, too. My knees buckled at the sensation, like spiders crawling down my spine, my arms, as we walked through the dark, shrieking dungeons. None of the guards stopped us—they didn’t even look in our direction. We were glamoured, then; no more than flickering darkness to the passing eye. (ACOTAR - Chapter 39)
• “Their brushes were unbearably cold and ticklish, and their shadowy grips were firm when I wriggled. Things only worsened when they painted more intimate parts of me, and it was an effort to keep from kicking one of them in the face. They offered no explanation for why—no hint of whether this was another torment sent by Amarantha.” (ACOTAR - Chapter 39)
• “The cold breeze caressing my bare skin was enough to kindle my rage. The two High Fae ignored my demands to be clothed in something else, their impossibly shadowed faces veiled from me, but held my arms firm when I tried to rip the shift off.” (ACOTAR - Chapter 39)
• “I had finished being painted and dressed—my gossamer gown a shade of blood orange that night—when Rhysand entered the room. The shadow maids, as usual, walked through the walls and vanished.” (ACOTAR - Chapter 39)
• “I was walking to the dressing chamber with Rhysand’s two shadow-servants, staring at nothing and thinking of even less, when a hissing noise and the flap of wings sounded from around an upcoming corner. The Attor. The faeries beside me tensed, but their chins rose slightly. I’d never become accustomed to the Attor, but I had come to accept its malignant presence. Seeing my escorts stiffen awakened a dormant dread, and my mouth turned dry as we neared the bend. Even though we were veiled and hidden by shadow, each step brought me closer to that winged demon. My feet turned leaden.” (ACOTAR - Chapter 41)
• “Then a lower, guttural voice grunted in response to the hissing of the Attor. Nails clicked on stone, and my escorts swapped glances before they swung me into an alcove, a tapestry that hadn’t been there a moment before falling over us, the shadows deepening, solidifying. I had a feeling that if someone pulled back that tapestry, they would see only darkness and stone. One of them covered my mouth with a hand, holding me tightly to her, shadows slithering down her arm and onto mine. She smelled of jasmine—I’d never noticed that before. After all these nights, I didn’t even know their names.” (ACOTAR - Chapter 41)
• “What was that?” I said, looking from one to the other as the shadows around us lightened—but not by much. “Who was that?” I clarified. “Trouble,” they answered in unison. “Does Rhysand know?” “He will soon,” one of them said. We resumed our silent walk to the dressing room.” (ACOTAR - Chapter 41)
ACOMAF:
• “My old handmaidens from Under the Mountain appeared at my door just past dawn, and I might not have recognized the pretty, dark-haired twins had they not acted like they knew me. I had never seen them as anything but shadows, their faces always concealed in impenetrable night. But here—or perhaps without Amarantha—they were fully corporeal.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 5)
• “Nuala and Cerridwen were their names, and I wondered if they’d ever told me. If I had been too far gone Under the Mountain to even care. Their gentle knock hurled me awake—not that I’d slept much during the night.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 5)
• “Along with a throbbing, relentless headache. After the second, patient knock, followed by a muffled explanation through the door of who they were, I scrambled out of bed to let them in. And after a miserably awkward greeting, they informed me that breakfast would be served in thirty minutes, and I was to bathe and dress.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 5)
• “I didn’t see Rhysand for the rest of the week. Or Mor. The only people I encountered were Nuala and Cerridwen, who delivered my meals, made my bed, and occasionally asked how I was faring.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 7)
• “Nuala and Cerridwen are here,” he said, reading my glance down the hall behind us. “But other than that, it’ll just be the two of us.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 14)
• “I made for the stairs—at the top of which now stood Nuala and Cerridwen, wincing at the front door. I could have sworn Cerridwen subtly gestured me to hurry up. And I might have kissed both twins for that bit of normalcy.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 14)
• “On either side of me, Nuala and Cerridwen flinched, either from holding in laughter or some vestige of fear, or perhaps both. Definitely both as a feminine snarl sliced through the house—albeit a bit halfheartedly.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 14)
• “Nuala and Cerridwen opened a door, leading to a fire-warmed, sunlit room. It faced a walled, winter-kissed garden in the back of the town house, the large windows peering over the sleeping stone fountain in its center, drained for the season.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 14)
• “Who was that?” I managed to say as they shut the door behind us. Nuala headed for the small attached bathing room—white marble, a claw-foot tub, more sunny windows that overlooked the garden wall and the thick line of cypress trees that stood watch behind it. Cerridwen, already stalking for the armoire, cringed a bit and said over a shoulder, “They’re Rhysand’s Inner Circle.” The ones I’d heard mentioned that day at the Night Court—who Rhys kept going to meet. “I wasn’t aware that High Lords kept things so casual,” I admitted. “They don’t,” Nuala said, returning from the bathing room with a brush. “But Rhysand does.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 14)
• “Apparently, my hair was a mess, because Nuala brushed it as Cerridwen pulled out some ivory sleeping clothes—a warm and soft lace-trimmed top and pants.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 14)
• “How is this city here?” I met Nuala’s gaze in the mirror. “How—how did it survive?” Nuala’s face tightened, and her dark eyes flicked to her twin, who slowly rose from a dresser drawer, fleece-lined slippers for me in hand. Cerridwen’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. “The High Lord is very powerful,” Cerridwen said—carefully. “And was devoted to his people long before his father’s mantle passed to him.” “How did it survive?” I pushed. A city—a lovely one, if the sounds from my window, the garden beyond it, were any indication—lay all around me. Untouched, whole. Safe. While the rest of the world had been left to ruin. The twins exchanged looks again, some silent language they’d learned in the womb passing between them. Nuala set down the brush on the vanity. “It is not for us to tell.” “He asked you not to—” “No,” Cerridwen interrupted, folding back the covers of the bed. “The High Lord made no such demand. But what he did to shield this city is his story to tell, not ours. We would be more comfortable if he told you, lest we get any of it wrong.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 14)
• “Cerridwen moved to shut the curtains, sealing the room in darkness. My heart stumbled, taking my anger with it, and I blurted, “Leave them open.” I couldn’t be sealed up and shut in darkness—not yet. Cerridwen nodded and left the curtains open, both of the twins telling me to send word if I needed anything before they departed.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 14)
• “Nuala spent an hour on my hair.” An exaggeration, but she had fussed while I’d sat there in hollow silence, letting her tease the ends into soft curls and pin a section along the top of my head with pretty gold barrettes.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 15)
• “But after the events of the day, I barely finished devouring the food Nuala and Cerridwen brought to my room before I tumbled into sleep.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 19)
• “He dangled the bits of midnight lace and chuckled. “I’m surprised you didn’t demand Nuala and Cerridwen buy you something else.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 19)
• “Hungry again, I found Nuala and Cerridwen, and I gobbled down cheese-and-chive scones while thinking through what I’d seen, what I’d done.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 28)
• “Amren, at least, knocked this time before entering. Nuala and Cerridwen, who had finished setting combs of mother-of-pearl into my hair, took one look at the delicate female and vanished into puffs of smoke. “Skittish things,” Amren said, her red lips cutting a cruel line. “Wraiths always are.” “Wraiths?” I twisted in the seat before the vanity. “I thought they were High Fae.” “Half,” Amren said, surveying my turquoise, cobalt, and white clothes. “Wraiths are nothing but shadow and mist, able to walk through walls, stone—you name it. I don’t even want to know how those two were conceived. High Fae will stick their cocks anywhere.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 28)
• “I choked on what could have been a laugh or a cough. “They make good spies.” “Why do you think they’re now whispering in Azriel’s ear that I’m in here?” “I thought they answered to Rhys.” “They answer to both, but they were trained by Azriel first.” “Are they spying on me?” “No.” She frowned at a loose thread in her rain cloud–colored shirt. Her chin-length dark hair swayed as she lifted her head. “Rhys has told them time and again not to, but I don’t think Azriel will ever trust me fully. So they’re reporting on my movements. And with good reason.” “Why?” “Why not? I’d be disappointed if Rhysand’s spymaster didn’t keep tabs on me. Even go against orders to do so.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 28)
• “Nuala had curled the strands that had been left down—soft, supple curls that brought out the gold in my hair.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 32)
• “Like the night before, Nuala walked through the walls from wherever she was staying in the palace, and dressed me, somehow attuned to when I’d be ready. Cerridwen, she told me, had drawn the short stick and was seeing to Amren.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 34)
• “Nuala selected seafoam green accented with rose gold, curling and then braiding back my hair in a thick, loose plait glimmering with bits of pearl. Whether Nuala knew why I was there, what I’d be doing, she didn’t say. But she took extra care of my face, brightening my lips with raspberry pink, dusting my cheeks with the faintest blush. I might have looked innocent, charming—were it not for my gray-blue eyes. More hollow than they’d been last night, when I’d admired myself in the mirror.” (ACOMAF Chapter 34)
• “You’re looking well today,” Tarquin said, inclining his head. Nuala, it seemed, was a spectacularly good spy. Tarquin’s pewter tunic was accented with the same shade of seafoam green as my clothes. We might as well have been a matching set. I supposed with my brown-gold hair and pale skin, I was his mirror opposite.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 34)
• “I’d worn the necklace he’d given me, and Nuala and I planned my clothes around it.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 35)
• “Rhys snorted, and shadows gathered around him as he loosened his grip on his power. “Nuala and Cerridwen are already on the move inside the castle. I’ll take to the skies. The two of you should go for a midnight walk—considering how hot it is.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 35)
• “Nuala and Cerridwen arrived to help me dress, and I tried not to stare at the desk as I waited—waited and waited for the response.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 43)
• “A winged, muscled figure stood atop the roof, and my heart stumbled. But then he turned, just as the scent hit me. And something in my chest sank a bit as Cassian let out a low whistle. “I should have let Nuala and Cerridwen dress me.” (ACOMAF - Chapter 44)
ACOWAR:
• “We’d quickly returned to the town house to change before heading back up to the House—and I’d found Nuala and Cerridwen waiting in my room, smiles on their shadowy faces. I’d embraced them both, even if Rhys’s hello had been less … enthusiastic. Not for dislike of the half-wraiths, but …” (ACOWAR - Chapter 17)
• “So I didn’t get to ask him about it as Nuala and Cerridwen helped me dress and he headed into the bathing room to wash up.” (ACOWAR - Chapter 17)
• “Elain stood between Nuala and Cerridwen at the long worktable. All three of them covered in flour. Some sort of doughy mess on the surface before them. The two handmaiden-spies instantly bowed to Rhys, and Elain— There was a slight sparkle in her brown eyes. As if she’d been enjoying herself with them. Nuala swallowed hard. “The lady said she was hungry, so we went to make her something. But—she said she wanted to learn how, so …” Hands wreathed in shadows lifted in a helpless gesture, flour drifting off them like veils of snow. “We’re making bread.” Elain was glancing between all of us, and as her eyes began to shutter, I gave her a broad smile and said, “I hope it’ll be done soon—I’m starved.” Elain offered a faint smile in return and nodded.” (ACOWAR - Chapter 40)
• “My hair, Nuala had swept into an ornate, elegant arc across my head, and in front of it …” (ACOWAR - Chapter 41)
• “I’d never questioned the tiaras and diadems and crowns that Nuala or Cerridwen wove into my hair.” (ACOWAR - Chapter 41)
• “But Elain shook her head. “Nuala and Cerridwen will help me.” Then she was gone—shoulders a little squarer.” (ACOWAR - Chapter 49)
• “Breathed in the smell of the bread Nuala and Cerridwen had baked that morning with Elain.” (ACOWAR - Chapter 50)
ACOFAS:
• “Nuala was already preparing for lunch at the worktable, no sign of her twin, Cerridwen, but I waved her off as she made to take my dishes.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 1)
• “Up to the elbows in making some sort of meat pie, the half-wraith gave me a grateful smile and let me do it. A female of few words, though neither twin could be considered shy. Certainly not when they worked—spied—for both Rhys and Azriel.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 1)
• “Nuala laid the ornate lattice crust atop the pie and began pinching the edges together, her shadowy fingers making quick, deft work of it. “It’ll be nice to have a white Solstice,” she said, voice lilting and yet hushed. Full of whispers and shadows. “Some years, it can be fairly mild.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 1)
• “Oh, yes,” Nuala said, stooping over the worktable to examine her pie. Skilled spy—trained by Azriel himself—and master cook. “We love it dearly. It’s intimate, warm, lovely. Presents and music and food, sometimes feasting under the starlight …” (ACOFAS - Chapter 1)
• “Nuala went on, “It’s a time of rest, too. And a time to reflect on the darkness—how it lets the light shine.” “Is there a ceremony?” The half-wraith shrugged. “Yes, but none of us go. It’s more for those who wish to honor the light’s rebirth, usually by spending the entire night sitting in absolute darkness.” A ghost of a smirk. “It’s not quite such a novelty for my sister and me. Or for the High Lord.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 1)
• “Setting my clean dishes to dry on the little wooden rack beside the sink, I wished Nuala luck on lunch, and headed upstairs to dress. Cerridwen had already laid out clothes, but there was still no sign of Nuala’s twin as I donned the heavy charcoal sweater, the tight black leggings, and fleece-lined boots before loosely braiding back my hair.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 1)
• “Elain was in the kitchen, helping Nuala and Cerridwen prepare the evening meal.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 12)
• “Elain’s voice was colder than usual. I glanced at Nuala and Cerridwen, the latter giving me a shake of her head as if to say, Not a good day for her.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 12)
• “In silence, we worked, then set about filling the platters with the food Nuala and Cerridwen signaled was ready, their shadows veiling them more than usual. To grant us some sense of privacy. I threw them a look of gratitude, but they both shook their heads. No thanks necessary. They’d spent more time with Elain than even I had. They understood her moods, what she sometimes needed.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 12)
• “who began helping himself to the platters Nuala and Cerridwen winnowed in.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 12)
• “I surveyed the food she was assembling and asked between bites, “How long have you been working on this?” A one-shouldered shrug. “Since dawn.” She added, “Nuala and Cerridwen were up hours earlier.” I’d seen the Solstice bonus Rhys had given each of them. It was more than most families made in a year. They deserved every damned copper mark. Especially for what they’d done for my sister. The companionship, the purpose, the small sense of normalcy in that kitchen. She’d bought them those cozy, fuzzy blankets from the weaver, one raspberry pink and the other lilac.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 17)
• “Elain said nothing, but at least she bowed her head in thanks. In the dining room, Nuala and Cerridwen continued to add food to the table, their presence now little more than twin shadows as they walked through the walls.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 18)
• “He’s not staying for tea,” I said. No sign of Nuala or Cerridwen. Elain simply removed the kettle from the heat.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 18)
• “My friends—my family—echoed the words as Rhys set the cake on the low-lying table before the fire. I glanced toward my sister. “Did you …?” A nod from Elain. “Nuala did the decorating, though.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 19)
• “I asked Nuala to do it in that order,” Elain said as the others gathered round. “Because you’re the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.” (ACOFAS - Chapter 19)
ACOSF:
• “she had purpose, and joy, and friends: those two half-wraiths who worked in Rhysand’s household.” (ACOSF - Chapter 3)
• “She scanned Elain from head to toe, wondering if she’d been taking lessons in stealth either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friends.” (ACOSF - Chapter 58)
• “Emerie said thickly as Nesta stopped before their couch, “Two wraiths brought us some tea—” (ACOSF - Chapter 78)
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incorrect-sandman · a month ago
Conversation
Death: And if you see Dream, give him this message.
Death: *Stares blankly*
Death: He’ll know what it means.
*Later*
Nuala: Oh, and Death told me to give you this message
Nuala: *Stares blankly*
Dream: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure
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