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vmiae3 months ago
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馃尭 Elucien 馃尭
Honestly I was listening to Paravi Das-Cloud 9 when I drew this鈥攊t鈥檚 Elains and Luciens song 馃ズ Check out my tik tok for how I drew this piece! 馃挅This piece took me the longest to do because 1) I burned my fingers and 2) I started actually painting my pieces rather than just adding texture!
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jvwhyte21 days ago
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I'd like to bring attention to my most favourite Elucien fan art.
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.
Elain and Lucien look exactly as i imagined them.
And the LEAVES.
HIS HOT ASS HANDS.
Also Elain looks great, i see you Mr and Mrs Archeron, i see what ur sexy times did.
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Credit to nicoledealart (Tumblr) / nicole.deal.art (Instagram) who created this masterpiece.
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v-anserra2 months ago
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ACOWAR, chapter 24
Lucien didn鈥檛 head for the stacks. He just went to the open doors. He paused right between them and said to me, to Nesta, 鈥淪he needs fresh air.鈥 // 鈥淲e鈥檒l judge what she needs.鈥 I could have sworn his ruby hair gleamed like molten metal as his temper rose. But it faded, his russet eye fixing on me. 鈥淭ake her to the sea. Take her to some garden. But get her out of this house for an hour or two.鈥 Then he walked away.
ACOWAR, chapter 28
鈥淲hat I mean,鈥 Madja said at last, sizing up Nesta, then me, 鈥渋s that I can find nothing wrong with her. Her body is fine鈥攖oo thin and in need of more food and fresh air, but nothing amiss. And as for her mind鈥 I cannot enter it.鈥
ACOWAR, chapter 29
Nesta hid the devastation well. The frustration. 鈥淲hat can I get you, Elain?鈥 Only with Elain did she use that voice. But Elain shook her head once more. 鈥淪unshine.鈥
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vmiae4 months ago
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馃挅Elucien is now done 馃挅
I鈥檓 honestly a sucker for those two鈥 I remember reading the books as they were coming out and vouching for them ever since. Nessian, gwynriel and Elucien live rent free in my head. 鉁
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ladyelain2 months ago
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My favourite thing is that, recording to colour analysis, Elain's literally Autumn
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And I don鈥檛 wanna go back to the entire "Elain looks bad in NC-fashion" -discussion actually I do but hear me out ...
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THIS IS NOTHING SJM / CASSIAN / ELUCIENS MADE UP, it鈥檚 literally nature itself
And it鈥檚 exactly what distinguishes Elain from her sisters, appearancewise:
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Nesta doesn鈥檛 just look stunning in black through Cassian鈥檚 eyes only, but bc her & Feyre got different complexions than Elain.
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... which is why the sisters look similiar in a way that anyone could tell they鈥檙e related but are still kind of different.
Also, Elain having "the Autumn's family's colours" 馃馃А馃敟馃ゲ I only know one Autumn family
Again, Feyre & Nesta vs. Elain:
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If this doesn鈥檛 scream Elain, then i don鈥檛 even know
But MOST IMPORTANTLY:
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THE FOX GOT ME LIKE鈥 馃
U want ur damn Elucien foreshadowing THIS IS IT, Elain looking like freaking Autumn itself!! Don鈥檛 tell me I鈥檓 reading into shit.
Cause why is colour symbolism only a thing in NC? Why does it only apply to Feysand? Feyre dressing like a shooting star for Rhys is so poetic & deep, but when Elain wears black & Cassian basically says she looks like a ghost, then it鈥檚 just a colour? Make it make sense lol.
Nobody ever said this scene was evidence enough for Elucien / anti E/riel but it鈥檚 a VALID POINT. As Eluciens we haven鈥檛 gotten much from the books so pls just let us BE with our few hints & quotes. :)
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daevastanner15 days ago
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The most romantic and heartbreaking exchange in the ACOTAR series:
鈥淲hen I sleep,鈥 she murmured, 鈥淚 can hear your heart beating through the stone.鈥 She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. 鈥淐an you hear mine?鈥
He wasn鈥檛 sure if she truly meant to address him, but he said, 鈥淣o, lady. I cannot.鈥
Her too-thin shoulders seemed to curve inward. 鈥淣o one ever does. No one ever looked鈥攏ot really.鈥 A bramble of words. Her voice strained to a whisper. 鈥淗e did. He saw me. He will not now.鈥
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jvwhyte26 days ago
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Manifesting Elain and Lucien with a brood of kids.
Like seven.
Seven would be nice.
Maybe three girls and four boys.
Manifesting a girl named Leora (m.light.)
Manifesting them absolutely loving parenthood.
Seven grand babies for Helion to spoil.
Seven nieces and nephews for Eris to love.
Please- and they go visit their Auntie Vassa and Uncle Jurian (who have their own kids, maybe just one tho.)
The order will go:
girl, boy, girl, boy, boy, girl, boy
Leora is the eldest.
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vmiaea month ago
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鉁ㄢ榾锔 饾惛饾搧饾搳饾捀饾捑饾憭饾搩 饾捑饾搩 饾挓饾挾饾搸 饾挒饾憸饾搳饾搰饾搲 饾挾饾搲饾搲饾捑饾搰饾憭 鈽锔忊湪
鉁 I saw this beautiful dress on Pinterest and it gave me such Elain vibes, but in Day Court? So I had to try and draw those two together. They absolutely own me. 馃ズ ANYWHO, I鈥檓 loving this new style and painting the characters on rather than drawing them and being messy鈥攖here鈥檚 something fun about not having to follow the lines!
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gingerwritessa month ago
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Elucien week day 1: flower
I should not have written this today when I have like eleven finals and projects due in two days but oh well
I know it鈥檚 a day late but I also didn鈥檛 have anything for day 2 soooo enjoy!!
warnings: a little bit of 鉁╯pice鉁 and no editing :/
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Elain could feel the air.
That was the first sign something was different here.
It was heavy, settling on her skin with the gentlest pressure, like the warm embrace of humidity, only without the sweltering heat.
The second sign was Lucien.
Her focus was drawn to Lucien鈥檚 fingers, wrapped tight around hers, as they passed a fallen branch that had been overtaken by moss. Long, slender, and strong, his fingers stroked slowly over her own, and her next breath stuttered.
A few flowers poked out from between the splinters of the fallen branch鈥攂lack flowers.
A few flowers poked out from between the splinters of the fallen branch鈥攂lack flowers.
鈥淲ait,鈥 Elain gasped, grabbing Lucien鈥檚 arm. 鈥淚 want to see those.鈥
She pulled him along behind her and dropped to her knees by the blooms, gaping.
鈥淭hose are beautiful,鈥 Lucien commented, reluctantly dropping her hand as she picked one from the dirt.
鈥淭hey鈥檙e black,鈥 Elain whispered in awe. She ran a gentle finger over the single curved petal. 鈥淭hey looked like calla lilies, don鈥檛 you think?鈥
Lucien chewed his lip and nodded. He was sweet like that. Pretending to know what she was talking about. Elain quite liked that about him.
鈥淏ut they鈥檙e actually black,鈥 she breathed, and held it to her nose to take a deep breath of it. 鈥淢m. Black flowers don鈥檛 exist naturally in the human lands, all we got was dark purple or dark red. Never actually black.鈥
She took another breath of it, basking in the musky, heady scent of it, then thrust the flower under Lucien鈥檚 nose.
鈥淚t smells so good,鈥 she moaned, picking another one and inhaling it again. 鈥淢m. I could smell these all day.鈥
Lucien gave the flower an experimental sniff鈥攖hen his eyes rolled back in his head. 鈥淐auldron. Let鈥檚 bring some of these back.鈥
Elain nodded feverishly, hurrying to pull more of the blooms from the fallen branch and the moss surrounding it. Normally she would be gentler with them, snip the stems cleanly, or pull it out from the root; but these鈥ods, she wanted an armful of them, she wanted to bury her face in them.
The air pressed onto her skin heavier, and she felt a drop of sweat race down her neck.
A soft thump behind her told her Lucien had dropped to his knees, and then he was beside her, pressing against her side as he reached over her to help gather a bundle of the flowers.
鈥淎ren鈥檛 flowers not supposed to grow in moss?鈥
He sounded out of breath鈥攁nd his heartbeat鈥t throbbed through her head at a fevered pace, only getting faster as he added to the bundle of blooms in her arms.
鈥淚t鈥檚鈥搃t鈥檚 difficult,鈥 she replied breathlessly, sitting back on her heels as he worked. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know how it works here, though. Maybe鈥aybe there鈥檚 different rules.鈥
鈥淲ild magic,鈥 Lucien grunted鈥攈e was sweating, now, too, down the arch of his neck, and she wanted to lick鈥
鈥淲hat?鈥 she squeaked, cheeks turning cherry red.
鈥淢aybe it鈥檚 a rogue bit of magic,鈥 he continued. 鈥淵ou never know, in fae woods. Anything can grow.鈥
Her gaze dropped to his hands鈥攈e was gripping the bark of the fallen branch so tightly his knuckles paled. A vein pulsed in his neck and the corded muscles of his forearms were taut.
He still pressed into her side, pulling another flower from the moss. Every little place they touched was on fire, her arm burning as he brushed it and she caught his eyes flutter closed.
His hair gleamed molten in the scarce sunlight, every shade of red and blood and rubies taunting her as he moved. The muscles of his back rippled as he worked, even through his shirt, and his hands鈥攇ods, what was wrong with her鈥攈is hands were covered in dirt, slender and so big and she reached out and touched the back of his hand before she could think better of it.
His skin was feverishly hot.
And the moment her fingers brushed the back of his hand, he twisted, those long fingers wrapping around her wrist to pull her to the ground beneath him.
Her mouth dropped open in the faintest gasp鈥攕he鈥檇 never seen him from this angle.
Braced above her. Hands pinning her wrists down.
Her face, her chest, her skin, her everything heated. She knew it wasn鈥檛 embarrassment.
His blood red hair fell around their faces, and it was so strange to see it so loose, so unbound, falling in his face so untamed, that Elain caught her bottom lip between her teeth and reached up to touch his hair.
鈥淲hat is this,鈥 she breathed, running her fingers through his hair, the locks slipping through them like molten metal.
He blinked鈥攁nd his face shifted in an instant, falling from something feral to something horrified as he realized the position he鈥檇 put them in.
鈥淪orry,鈥 he gasped, letting go of her wrist and jolting away from her. The black, beautiful flowers, dropped and forgotten the moment he pulled her under him, littered the moss around them.
鈥淚鈥檓 so sorry,鈥 he panted, reaching to help her sit up, his hands trembling. 鈥淕ods, I don鈥檛鈥擨鈥檓 so sorry, I don鈥檛 know what came over me鈥斺
Elain didn鈥檛 know either, but she felt it. Everywhere.
鈥淚 feel it, too,鈥 she whispered, and grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest, right above her heart.
Lucien looked like he鈥檇 stopped breathing.
鈥淲hat are you doing?鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know.鈥 She didn鈥檛 want to break this heady spell by speaking louder than a whisper. They were face to face, kneeling in the mossy forest ground, black calla lilies surrounding them, and she leaned just a bit closer, touching her forehead to his.
His lips glistened in the scarce sunlight.
She could hear his gold eye whirring wildly in its socket, but he remained silent, barely breathing, watching as she stared at his parted lips.
鈥淚 think鈥 think it鈥檚 the flowers,鈥 Lucien rasped, his hand still hot on her chest. 鈥淒efinitely ancient magic.鈥
Cauldron, she loved the way his mouth moved. She could listen to him and watch him talk for hours, mapping the movements of those full lips, the crooked grins he gave her, the way his scar moved with his face.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e ancient magic,鈥 she whispered, and their noses bumped. 鈥淯ntamed.鈥
Elain tilted her head and flicked her tongue against his scar.
The way he whispered a pleading curse under his breath set her on fire.
鈥淲ild,鈥 she murmured, and the softest push on his shoulders had him sitting against the fallen branch as she climbed onto his lap and licked his neck. 鈥淪acred.鈥
鈥淓lain,鈥 he groaned, dirty hands fisting in the moss under him. 鈥淐auldron鈥斺
Gods, those lips. 鈥淪ay it again,鈥 she said breathlessly, her hands curling into his hair. 鈥淢y name.鈥
鈥淓lain.鈥 His eyes were closed.
She hadn鈥檛 even kissed him and he was writhing and moaning her name.
鈥淓lain, please鈥斺
She was certain she should be feeling very ashamed for this, for doing this to him, with him, and out in the open air, too鈥攂ut the world was alight in this forest, and he was here, begging for her, and gods, she needed him.
鈥淔lowers,鈥 Lucien panted, his head thrown back against the branch. His fingers dug into her hips as she leaned back down to his neck. 鈥淚t鈥檚鈥攎other鈥攆lowers, Elain鈥斺
She answered on a heady sigh, grabbing a handful of the flowers he wanted and shoving them into the v of his loose shirt. 鈥淗ere鈥攖hey look good, you look鈥攜ou鈥檙e鈥︹
She couldn鈥檛 think straight. Between the feel of him, the scent of him, the taste of him, and the scent of those intoxicating flowers, her mind had emptied of every thought but him and the heat coursing through her.
鈥淚鈥檒l winnow,鈥 he gasped, even as he clawed at her muslin dress and curled a dirty hand in her hair.
His body jerked under her鈥攖hen the whole world followed, and she clung to him, her face buried in the crook of his neck, breathing in the crisp autumn scent of him.
She landed hard on top of him, and he let out a quiet grunt over her shoulder, one of his hands still gripping her waist while the other fisted her hair.
Elain froze as cool, clean air filled her and danced across her skin.
The manor. They were back at the Spring manor, laying together on the sprawling lawn.
What鈥ad she done.
She threw herself off of Lucien and scrambled away from him, taking in the state of him, his tousled hair, flushed cheeks, heaving chest. 鈥淚鈥檓 so sorry,鈥 she blurted, trying to fix her dress and hair. 鈥淚鈥檓 so sorry, Lucien, I didn鈥檛 mean to do that, I鈥檓 so sorry, I don鈥檛鈥斺
鈥淔lowers.鈥
It came out on a laugh, his eyes still closed.
鈥淲hat?鈥 Elain asked, distraught as she watched him laugh on the grass. 鈥淚鈥檓 so sorry. I鈥檓 so sorry.鈥
鈥淚t was鈥斺 he grunted as he pulled himself upright, and took out one of the black flowers she鈥檇 tucked in his shirt. 鈥淭he flowers. Some kind of intoxicant, or a spell, I鈥檓 sure.鈥
She gaped at him. 鈥淩eally?鈥
He gave her a small smile, and took the flowers from out of his shirt. 鈥淩eally.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 still sorry,鈥 Elain insisted, refusing to look him in the eye. Cauldron, she鈥檇 jumped him like a feral beast. 鈥淚 can鈥檛 believe鈥擨鈥檓 not like that, you know? I鈥檓 so sorry I did that, I鈥斺
Lucien stood as she rambled, gathering the remaining flowers and coming over to press a soft kiss to her cheek. 鈥淲hat do you say we give these to Nesta and Cassian in a bouquet the next time there鈥檚 a family dinner?鈥
Her excuses and apologies stuttered to a halt鈥攁nd she giggled. Clapped a hand over her furiously flushed face and laughed. 鈥淥h, definitely. That鈥檒l keep things exciting.鈥
He was so good at that; reminding her that he was in no hurry to rush this delicate sprout of a relationship they had. And what she鈥檇 been doing鈥攐r about to do鈥攊n that forest was certainly rushing things.
She fell into step beside him, still staring at the ground, as he headed back to the manor, talking about how he must wash his hands, for no gentleman should ever have dirty hands for this long a time should he need to use them.
He noticed her silence, or lack of laughter at his antics, and glanced down at her.
鈥淒on鈥檛 worry about it,鈥 he murmured, nudging her arm with his own. 鈥淵ou did nothing wrong. Between the flowers and my devilish good looks I鈥檓 shocked we made it back with our clothes on.鈥
She glared at him, and he grinned right back.
鈥淚 feel terrible,鈥 Elain insisted. 鈥淚 completely鈥ost control. I鈥檝e never done that. I鈥檓 sorry you had to see me like鈥搇ike that.鈥
Lucien hummed. 鈥淚鈥檓 not.鈥
鈥淟ucien!鈥
He laughed, reaching down to take her hand in his. 鈥淵ou have nothing to be embarrassed about, ashamed of, or to apologize for. We both lost it a bit thanks to these flowers here, but you never even kissed me.鈥
The way he said it, with the definitive pout at the end, his shoulders sagging a little bit鈥擡lain frowned as he brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles with a grin.
鈥淣o need to sound so disappointed.鈥
@elucienweek
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chloepereyra3 months ago
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besides the fact that they鈥檙e mates, elain n lucien can help each other heal sm. like name two other characters who lost their previous lovers to ignorance and bigotry, two other characters who have a connection to the others father (lucien n his journey w papa archeron and elain meeting helion during the war), two other characters who are always conveniently cast aside when all they want is to be seen, two other characters who both just want peace, not more adventure, just peace. i鈥檓 pretty sure the two of them just talking and opening up to each other will make them realize that they鈥檙e not alone
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aelingalathyniusrailmea month ago
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in case y鈥檃ll don鈥檛 feel confident in gwynriel and elucien here is a reminder
鈥渉e hadn鈥檛 gotten that far in his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasy鈥檚 he pleasured himself to鈥
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jvwhyte5 days ago
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Lucien and Elain - ACOWAR
Soooo i've seen a lot of people try and say there were zero Elucien moments during A Court of Wings and Ruin so i spent a good hours compiling some quotes of theirs 馃檭馃檭 (Tumblr has a stupid capacity of 10 photos so i've had to limit it, sorryyy)
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v-anserra2 months ago
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Anyway, it鈥檚 a good moment to bring this back.
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jvwhyte28 days ago
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PARALLEL
Elucien and Gwynriel:
(warning: in no way am i romanticising either scene, i'm just pointing out the parallel.)
鈥淚 watched as she was hoisted up. Elain remained shuddering on the ground, Lucien鈥檚 coat draped around her.鈥
鈥淏ut I could barely move, and when I tried to get up 鈥 He gave me his cloak and wrapped me in it.鈥
These two women both have something life changing and extremely traumatic happen to them (which lead them both to isolation) and the first people to help them are Azriel and Lucien. Lucien who happens to be Elain's mate and Gwyn who a lot of evidence points to potentially being Azriel's mate.
Also (i'm pretty sure鈥攃orrect me if i'm wrong) there's been no canon evidence that either Gwyn or Elain have returned the coat/cloak sooooo.
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unbotheredtbh23 days ago
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When Elain and Lucien get together they鈥檒l be serving looks on the Day Court with those togas.
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sapphire-faythea month ago
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More Elain Thoughts
Elain and her father were probably close for a variety of reasons. Their similarity only part of the reason they were close, but it's something to note.
It took ages for him to move his ass, but once he did, he MOVED.
Why did it start? Well, he attended a meeting that concerned him greatly with the queens.
What did he do? He snuck behind the queens' back, gathered an army, and negotiated with a death god.
And who was by his side?
Lucien.
I have a feeling Elain is going to end up walking a similar path once SJM is ready to kickstart her journey. Something is going to push her to the point she can't look away anymore. She will have to leave.
Elain up to this point has been the pretty puppet. The lovely sister that's nice to look at and masturbate to. The mediator between sisters, but she's never been close to either of them. All of her life she's been surrounded by those that would coddle her.
The worst two at this point would be Nesta and Azriel... I'll go back to this point in a bit.
For Nesta, Elain was the inner voice she used to shame herself. Similar to how Nesta was Feyre's inner voice.
Yes, she did take care of Elain, but how did Elain feel being thought of as mad? Did the coddling actually help her? People also forget Nesta said pointed and horrid things to Elain.
She pushed away first, and said things she knew would hurt Elain. We know things like that hurt Elain through her eyes, and through the tremble in her voice. She was firm, but it doesn't mean she didn't fall apart behind the scenes. What Nesta said hurt.
Elain at this point is currently caving further and further into herself. Would I have expected more compassion for Nesta? Of course, but with what we saw? Nope. Elain is hurt and lashed out against Nesta the best way she knew how.
By channeling that Mama Archeron energy that's meant to destroy. Nesta assumes Elain was spared from the abuse, but I highly doubt my mother thinking I'm dumb as bricks, and only worth my looks would be considered getting spared.
I'm willing to bet Elain's abuse was all emotional. They had to keep her pretty. Feyre's assumption that Elain gardens gloveless with joy is probably bullshit tbh. That might be Elain's rebellion towards only being seen as a beauty. After all, perfect beauties have immaculate skin.
While the wait to actually see movement is annoying. Especially with the wait between books being so long. There's so much potential for growth in regards to Elain.
Now, Azriel's book is probably next. There's probably going to be something in regards to Elain before clearing the air with Mor, and eventually falling in love with Gwyn.
I want to note that a few things have already happened. Azriel stepped in between Lucien and Elain. He's stolen all of the big "hero" moments from Lucien, and has become obsessed with their bond.
It never had anything to do with Elain as a person. Azriel makes a lot of assumptions about Elain's feelings to fit his narrative.
Yet, with all of that, Azriel has also called the thing with Elain a mistake to her face. He knows it's wrong, and I'm willing to bet she does too. They both were projecting ideals on each other, and always have. To Elain, he was the one that "saw" her. To Azriel, Elain was the light he sought out.
Elain has been a pretty puppet all her life, but what happens when the strings are cut. Would she still dance for them?
A big part of Nesta's journey was letting Elain go.
Azriel is going to let Elain go too.
The major attachments she has to the Night Court are cutting the puppet's strings loose.
Combine all of that and the desire to actually do something with her life, you've got a future MC. Something is going to push her away, especially now that the ones holding her back are letting her go.
"I hope they all burn in hell" Elain still exists.
The Elain that saved Cassian and Nesta's lives still exists.
The Elain that made a plan to save as many humans as possible still exists.
The Elain that wants to see the continent still exists.
The Elain that has mystical seer powers still exists.
The Elain that is Lucien's mate still exists.
The Elain that walked away from her "hero", and snuggled close to her sisters in a small bed still exists.
And who better to guide her and bring out the best in her than her mate, and a new group of friends? Yes, Lucien isn't in a good place, but there is going to be a point where they'll meet somewhere in the middle. SJM isn't pushing bond rejection for a reason.
Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra are getting their story told. Period.
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jvwhyte7 days ago
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鈥淎m I not sending twice-weekly reports to your spymaster?鈥 (Lucien, ACOFAS)
Please鈥擫ucien innocently visiting Azriel twice a week just casually handing over reports while Azriel is thinking about banging his mate then killing him in order to have her affections 馃槶
Azzy needs to get his shit together 馃憡馃徎
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whereisvaughan3 months ago
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Can we please have a Lucien appreciation week
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sapphire-faythe3 months ago
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Lucien's already had an eyefull of Elain's body through the sheer gown back at Hybern. He's gotten to see her nightgown hiked up to her waist. He's seen her soft, and delicate legs.
There were males leering at her right in front of him.
He could've chosen to slaughter all of them.
He could've chosen to claim her right there.
But no. His only concern was wrapping Elain in the safety of his coat, before becoming fully aware of their bond.
Yet he's often portrayed as this monster incapable of rational thought. His only goal is to own Elain, and take away her freedom.
Get out of here, clowns.
He is an impeccably dressed gentlemale. He's powerful and a tad bit rakish. Lucien is not an entitled jerk.
The end.
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blackreaders-assemble14 days ago
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Lucien slander gives me a fucking migraine
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