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Arrived (1-29-23)

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Day, Dawn and Night... But the High Lady of the Spring Court was absent.

Rhysand glanced at the empty seat. Where was Tamlin? This meeting was important, she couldn't be running late.

But she was. He felt the bond between them grow taut, as she grew closer to the meeting hall. Six heads turned towards the door, as a tall, blonde female entered, followed by a red haired male.

Tamlin Aculeus, High Lady of Spring, and her silver-tongued courtier, Lucien Vanserra. Eyes as green as spring surveyed the room, missing nothing in their observant look. Those green eyes landed on Rhysand, and subtly widened, the flecks of gold in them glowing faintly.

Long, lithe legs carried Tamlin to her seat, beside Tarquin Aestas, High Lord of Summer. He smiled as she sat beside him, eyes as blue as the summer sea, bright and friendly. Tamlin was quiet as she looked each of the High Lords over with sharp green eyes, inclining her head towards each of them, starting with Tarquin.

Kallias Stiriacus, and his wife, Vivienne, of the Winter Court, hair as white as freshly fallen snow, and eyes a pale, winter sky blue.

Eris Vanserra, the new High Lord of Autumn, who returned Tamlin's stare with a sharp glower, russet eyes wary.

Helion Lumen, High Lord of Day who grinned broadly at her, golden accessories and bright amber eyes gleaming as he gave her a wink.

Thesan Prima, Lord of Dawn, who lowered his head in response to Tamlin's inclined head, brown eyes warm.

And... Rhysand Tenebris. His star-flecked violet eyes bored into hers, and Tamlin felt the bond, the mating bond that tied their souls together, grow hot. Her high cheekbones warmed with a blush, and she sat down, gaze flickering to Lucien, who placed a broad hand on her knee. A comforting, reassuring touch. Tamlin could still feel Rhysand's eyes on her.

"Now that we are all present," Helion's voice, a warm baritone, caused her to look up. "The meeting may begin." Tamlin meet Rhysand's gaze squarely, bright spring green colliding with cold violet.

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Rhysand x Lucien x Tamlin would actually slay so bad, that's why it isn't canon.

And yes, Tamlin is a bottom in this ship.

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12-21-22

"We could take a week off." Tamlin suggested, resting his head on Rhysand's chest, looking up at him with big, pleading green eyes. Rhysand weighed the pros and cons, resting a hand on the blonde's hip. With Spring sitting on his lap, it was hard to focus. As much as Rhysand would love to take his pretty spring flower, and his fox, and spirit them away for a week, Tamlin was a High Lord, and his court needed him, and Lucien was his emissary, and Tamlin needed him.

"I'd love that more than anything." He ran his fingers through Tamlin's gorgeous blonde tresses. Tamlin smiled, eyes glittering with joy.

"Then let's-" Rhysand placed a finger on the High Lord of Spring's pretty lips, quieting him.

"Tam, my flower, you know we can't just abandon our Courts to spend a week together, all three of us." Tamlin pouted, pursing his lips, green eyes darkening with irritation.

"Why not?" Rhysand frowned, wanting to kiss away the his tenseness. So he did, causing the blonde to blush rose red.

"Because, my alluring rose," Rhysand murmured, kissing Tamlin between each word. "You are a High Lord, I am a High Lord, and Lucien's your Emissary." He glanced at Lucien, who was leaning on Rhysand's shoulder, snoozing away. "You need to be here, for your people. Besides," Rhysand cracked a lazy grin. "I know you'd miss the warm sun here." Tamlin tried (and failed) to school his features into a look of stoic indifference, but ended up looking flustered and slightly pouty.

"Fine." He muttered, and looked up at Rhysand entreatingly. "Could you stay tonight, at least?" Rhysand smiled, taking Tamlin's hand in his, interlacing their fingers.

"Of course." Tamlin smiled, and settled, getting comfortable.

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Rhysand and Tamlin's aesthetics, personalities, and vibes contrast at every single level. So they should just kiss. It would solve a lot of the problems.

Adding Lucien into this and sandwiching Tamlin between two people shorter than him is an added bonus.

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Thesan glanced at Rhysand, who had stiffened, violet eyes glowing as he stared Tamlin down from the other end of the table. He wanted to utterly destroy Tarquin and Beron, who were sitting next to him. His rose, his golden flower, his mate-

Tamlin felt it snap into place as soon as he looked at Rhysand. The mating bond. It was as if he had been missing something all this time. Every thing in him was screaming to get out of the chair and let Rhysand have him. A low heat pooled in his core and he turned to look at Lucien, his...other...mate.

Lucien felt it snap, but placed his primal lust on a tight, tight leash. He wouldn't do this here, in the midst of the High Lords' meeting, he would do it in the privacy of the bedroom, he, Tamlin and now, Rhysand.

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