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charincharge · 9 hours ago
I Don’t Want To Wait, fifty
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AN: Chapter 50. What even the fuck. How did we get here? Thank you all for being on this journey with me and my two favorite idiots. And thank you for waiting a smidge longer this week while I dealt with my crappy uterus.
The silence was unbearable. Aelin didn’t know how long she stared at Lysandra or she stared back. It couldn’t have been more than three seconds, but with her heart pounding loudly in her ears, she could have sworn it was hours.
“Hi,” Lysandra finally said, running her hand through her shorn locks. “Sorry about this one.” She grabbed the back of the girl’s shirt and pulled her closer, as if she were a protective barrier between the two friends. “She never listens.”
Aelin was opening her mouth to reply when she was cut off. She was grateful for it, to be honest. She hadn’t known what she was going to say. She wasn’t at all prepared to talk to Lysandra yet.
“Hey!” the little girl snapped, pushing Lysandra’s hand off her shirt as she flicked her golden-brown eyes over her shoulder. “I thought we talked about tugging at my clothes and ruining them,” she sassed, trying to smooth out where Lys had grabbed.
“And I thought we talked about not running across parking lots, but here we are,” Lys sassed back.
“I don’t need to hold anyone’s hand,” the girl insisted.
Lys’s green eyes were flat as she sighed loudly. “That’s what I’m going to tell your mom when she asks me why her daughter was flattened by a car.”
“Promises, promises,” the girl sighed back, frowning up at Lysandra, who was frowning right back at her, a mirror-image of the scrunched-nosed girl beside her.
Rowan let out a surprised chuckle, not noticing as the matching scowls looked his way at the abrupt sound.
“Lys, I didn’t know you babysat. Summer job?” Rowan asked, as if seeing Lysandra again was a completely normal occurrence, and not one that Aelin had been simultaneously dreading and waiting for all summer long. As if Lysandra hadn’t shattered years of their friendship with one brutal rejection.
Aelin’s heart pounded louder as she waited for Lysandra to reply. But she didn’t need to, the conversation was interrupted yet again by the little girl between them.
She snorted loudly, shaking her braids as she did, pointing up at Lysandra, who only frowned harder at the girl’s actions. “Babysit?” she snorted again. “Please, she wishes she were getting paid to watch me.”
Rowan raised his eyebrow in that way that Aelin had learned to love in the last few months, and the familiarity of the gesture calmed her. She squeezed his hand lightly, her chest tightening as Lysandra’s eyes dipped briefly to their linked fingers and then back to their faces.
“Is this your ex?” the little girl asked, her eyes lighting up with curiosity as she glanced between Rowan and Lysandra.
“What?” Lysandra’s face snapped back in surprise. “No, of course not. Why would you think that?” Aelin watched as Lys rolled her shoulders back and cleared her face of any kind of emotion other than strict politeness and gestured to the small girl. “This is Evangeline. She’s my mentee in the Big Sis, Little Sis program.” She paused and gestured to Aelin. “Evangeline, this is Aelin and Rowan… they are…” Aelin watched as Lysandra struggled to explain who they were. “They go to school with me.”
Aelin hadn’t realized she’d hoped Lys had introduced her as a friend, until she hadn’t. Her heart sank slightly. Rowan squeezed her hand again, as if he could read her mind and knew she needed the extra support.
“Nice to meet you, Evangeline,” Rowan said, sticking his other hand out and shaking Evangeline’s small one. The girl’s pale cheeks went pink as she accepted it, bringing the smallest of smiles to Aelin’s lips.
“Anyway, we should get going,” Lysandra interrupted.
“But we were just getting introduced!” Evangeline complained, but Lysandra ignored her.
“Do you want ice cream or not?” The little girl stuck her tongue out but conceded quickly. “See you guys,” Lys added.
“You going to Lorcan’s on Friday?” Rowan asked of the before school bash their friend had notoriously held every year, as if it were completely normal and not the most uncomfortable thing he could possibly suggest. Lysandra looked at Aelin and then back to Rowan.
“Um, I don’t know.” Her green eyes flashed to Aelin’s again, and Aelin held her breath as she continued. “Last I checked I wasn’t invited.”
Rowan simply shrugged.
Lysandra’s eyes pierced into Aelin’s, waiting for something, but Aelin didn’t know what.
“Maybe,” Lysandra finally said, her shoulders slumping slightly.
“Are you sure he’s not an ex?” Evangeline piped up again. “Because there’s what my mom calls a ‘vibe’ here.”
“There is no vibe,” Lys snapped. “And what do you know about exes? You’re eight.”
Rowan laughed again.
“I’m nine in two months!” Evangeline huffed. “And I know all about exes. My mom has like….a hundred exes.” She paused. “Wait, if he’s not the ex, is she?”
She gestured to where Aelin was standing.
Lysandra shook her head, her glare murderous, but the little girl remained unphased, giggling wildly as Lys snapped at her. “We’re leaving. Say bye.”
“Byeee,” Evangeline sang out as Lysandra held her hand out and led the girl across the parking lot.
“Bye,” Aelin said.
It wasn’t until she reached Rowan’s jeep that she realized it was the only word she’d said the whole time.
. . .
“Sup, babes?” Lorcan asked, sitting up from his spot across the couch. Aelin looked around as the door closed behind her and Rowan. Her dad didn’t seem to be anywhere, but still, Lorcan remained on their couch.
“Aren’t you supposed to like, training to become a firefighter?” Aelin asked, breezing past the couch to the fridge. She closed it immediately. She didn’t actually want food; she’d just had a giant ice cream. But she needed something to do, something to get the weird prickling feeling off her skin.
“Uh ohhhh,” Lorcan drawled, laying back down. “Somebody’s in a mood.” Only the top of his long hair could be seen falling from the arm of the couch as Aelin glanced daggers in his direction. “You fuck up already?”
“No!” Rowan insisted, his hands held up in innocence. “I mean, I didn’t, right?” he asked, his face paling with sudden worry. “You weren’t saying anything, so I just started… talking.” Rowan paused, turning back to Lorcan. “We ran into Lys.”
“No shit?” Lorcan asked, propping himself back up. “How long’s she been back in town? How’d she look? Still on drugs? Wes still attached to her crotch?”
Aelin smacked the back of Lorcan’s head – gently, but with enough force to silently tell him to knock it off.
He grumbled, rubbing the place where her hand had made impact. “So aggressive.” He paused as Aelin launched herself onto the free chair and sighed.
“She looked good,” Aelin finally replied.
She twirled a piece of her golden hair around her finger and thought she could use a haircut. It’d been almost a full year since she’d chopped it off in her fit of, what she knew now to be, unfounded rage. Her chest panged as she remembered the day after, how Lysandra had appeared with the perfect solution and their hair dye mishaps. Aelin couldn’t help but frown. She missed her friend. Seeing her for those few minutes had dredged up a whole slew of feelings she’d been able to section off and put into a tiny box in the back of her brain, but that solution was clearly temporary. The box was going to be reopened once school began. Lys would be there every day. It wouldn’t be like the end of last year when she was just gone. This year, she’d be forced to see her all the time. And if their run in was any indication, it wasn’t going to be easy for either of them.
At least she’d have the rest of the week to prepare and get her head on straight.
“She’s doing that Big Sis mentoring program,” Aelin continued, and Lorcan raised his eyebrow in response.
“She was found with drugs on her, and they gave her community service?” Lorcan shook his head in disbelief. “I guess that’s what happens when you’re a rich kid. My brother once got found with weed and they put him in juvie for a month.” He shook his head again.
“You don’t know that’s what happened,” Aelin replied, feeling oddly defensive of her former best friend.
But Lorcan just snorted and waved her off. “Please, no one does that program out of thee goodness of their heart unless they’re a giant nerd.”
“That’s not true,” Aelin insisted. “Aedion did the program for years.”
“Case and point,” Lorcan laughed. “Giant nerd.”
“You had a threesome with him!”
“You did?!” Rowan gaped, joining in on the conversation as he perched himself on the couch arm between the bickering pair.
“I fuck nerds,” Lorcan said with a shrug. “I am an equal opportunity lover.”
Aelin had no choice but to roll her eyes. She knew Lorcan was definitely right about Lysandra’s punishment, and she had no idea why she was hung up on defending the girl who had brought drugs into her home, ruined her birthday, and then cut her off with no further discussion.
“Whatever,” Aelin grumbled. “She looked fine. No Wes in sight. I think he might be like… gone, gone.”
“What position?” Rowan asked, still stuck on the threesome information he’d just learned. “DP? Eiffel tower? Was there sword crossing? Or just like a no-touching tower bridge, spit roast, or tag team situation?”
“Oh, babe…” Lorcan laughed, rubbing at his stubbled cheek. “Did you finally start watching real porn?”
“No!” Rowan replied quickly, his cheeks reddening far too much for that to be the truth. He turned toward Aelin quickly. “Can you cover your ears for a second?” he asked her, causing Lorcan to bark out a loud, boisterous cackle.
“Rowan, you’re a teenage boy. I assumed you watched porn,” Aelin chuckled, causing his cheeks to darken further. Despite his newfound growth spurt, it was still comforting to see him blush. It nearly made her laugh, but then she remembered the string of words that had come out of Rowan’s mouth and shrugged. “But it doesn’t matter. I have no idea what any of the words you just said meant.”
“Urban dictionary dot com,” Lorcan whispered conspiratorially, then turned to Rowan, his brow perched high on his forehead. “And as for threesome positions…”
“I take it back,” Rowan said quickly. “I don’t want to know.”
But Lorcan just laughed heartily. “Sure, champ,” he said with a wink. Lorcan stretched his arms overhead and groaned loudly, arching his back until it cracked and popped loudly. “Well, it’s been real, kids. But, my nap time is over. Back to the academy.”
“Finally,” Aelin said, but Lorcan just flicked her off.
The pair waved goodbye to Lorcan, and as the door shut, Aelin couldn’t help but smile.
“What’s that look for?” Rowan asked, sliding off the arm and onto the newly vacated couch cushion.
“Well…” Aelin stood and sauntered the short distance to where her boyfriend now lounged. She lowered herself onto his lap, one knee on either side of his hips, and wrapped her arms around his neck where she could feel his breath come in heavier pants at her proximity. “As far as I know,” she continued, leaning in closer. “We are officially in an empty house for the afternoon.”
She watched as his throat bobbed and his eyes lowered to her lips nervously, but it was the confident curl of his lips that made her lose her own breath.
“Mhm,” she mumbled, letting her hands trail across the tops of his shoulders.
“What ever shall we do?”
His smirk widened as his hands traveled up the back of Aelin’s shirt, causing her to catch her breath. The pads of his fingers danced on her bare skin, trailing up and down, and she couldn’t help but grind her hips into his lap.
Before she could do anything else, though, she found herself flying through the air and onto her back with Rowan hovering on his knees above her.
“Hi,” she breathed quietly.
“Hi,” he replied back, his hands stroking her sides with gentle caresses, and she watched as his confident smirk faded into a shy smile. She felt as if she might explode. She needed this. This morning had be strange and stressful, and she could imagine no better comfort than being with Rowan, uninterrupted.
Her chest pounded wildly as his body lowered on top of hers and their lips met in a sweet kiss. But what started off as sweet quickly morphed into something far more dangerous. Mouths and tongues slid against each other as Aelin wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him as close as possible. His hands burned against her skin as it slid beneath the fabric of her shirt, pushing it up until it revealed her heaving cleavage.
It took Rowan all of one second to abandon her mouth and bury his face into her chest, nipping and sucking at the thin fabric of her bra.
“I missed you,” Aelin said, grabbing at his hair and keeping him affixed to her sensitive skin. She nearly jumped as he pulled the cup of her bra down, revealing her chest to the open air of the room, but it was quickly enveloped by the warmth of his mouth. The noises that came out of her mouth were embarrassing, but she chose not to care in that moment. It felt too good.
As desire washed over her in waves, the rest of the world faded away. In this world, there was no college stress, no classes, no Lysandra – there was only them and the feel of his mouth on her.
His mouth returned to hers, and Aelin accepted it greedily, starved for kisses in the minutes he’d been away from her lips. They could have been like that for minutes or hours; she had no guesses. All she knew was that this was what she wanted. Forever.
Overcome with a lusty haze, Aelin reached down and palmed the bulge in Rowan’s pants with her hand. But he reared back, pushing back to his knees, breathing heavily. His hair was a mess from her hands in It, and his lips were red and swollen from their marathon makeout. He looked perfect.
“Aelin,” he panted, but she was far too distracted by the rapid rise and fall of his bulky chest to pay much attention to anything he had to say. “We should probably stop.”
“Why?” she asked, breathing equally hard, hair splayed out on the cushion around her face. She watched as his darkened eyes perused her body, and it caused another wave of desire to run up her spine. She couldn’t help but clench her thighs around his, and she saw a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, asking himself the same question. Why? “Should we go upstairs?” she asked, and suddenly the flicker was gone, replaced with a resolute ending to their session. “Sorry,” she apologized. “Never mind. That was stupid to suggest.”
“No,” Rowan laughed. “It wasn’t. But…” His eyes slid to the kitchen clock. “I actually did have a date planned for tonight, if you still want to go.”
“And this very special date doesn’t include going upstairs?” she asked, tightening her thighs again. He flashed her a warning glare.
“Demon,” he muttered, and she giggled, but let him smooth out her shirt, pulling it back down to where it covered her stomach.
“As if you’re one to talk,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him as he helped them both off the couch. “You get a girl all riled up and leave her hanging.”
His smirk reappeared as his hand slid into her back pocket again. “I promise to make up for it later.”
“After our date?” she asked, pressing herself into his side.
“If you’re good,” he said, causing her mouth to dry suddenly. Her eyes widened as she looked up at nodded at him.
“I’ll be good.”
His own words must have had a similar effect on him, because they were both suddenly silently staring at each other, unblinking, caught in some sort of bizarre hormonal spell.
“Good,” he finally said, voice hoarse.
“So…” Aelin smiled, shaking herself out of the amorous stupor that had taken over her. “Where are we going?”
. . .
“Rowan Eugene Whitethon, that’s cheating!” Aelin shouted after her boyfriend as he ran down the green of their minigolf run, after nudging the ball into the hole with the toe of his sneaker. As if she wouldn’t see.
He grinned widely, laughing as he reached into the hole and picked out his bright orange ball. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ace. I would never cheat.”
A wild peal of laughter escaped her lips as she grabbed her pink ball from the floor and ran it down the run and dropped it into the hole next to him.
“HOLE IN ONE!” she cheered loudly, but Rowan just shook his head, fighting off a smile at her antics.
“Isn’t that highly unsatisfying?” he asked.
“I don’t know, cheater, is it?” she snipped back as they made their way to the next hole. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly, and she couldn’t help but smile into it. When Rowan had first pulled up to the mini golf course, she’d eyed him skeptically. The two of them were notoriously competitive with each other, and she was highly nervous that the evening was going to end in a giant fight. At least, that’s what happened the last time they tried to play mini golf together in eighth grade. But it turned out they’d both grown since then, and their competitive drive, while still alive, led to kisses instead of arguments. And she was perfectly fine with that development.
“Loser buys dinner?” Rowan asked as he lined up his shot, and Aelin nodded, walking over to face him directly. Just as he was about to tap the ball, Aelin leaned over, making sure all her hair spilled over one shoulder, revealing her bra beneath her shirt and giving Rowan a good look down her cleavage. The club hit the ball with unexpected force at the shift in Rowan’s posture as he caught a glimpse of Aelin’s body, the ball projecting directly into the tiny pond next to the final hole.
“Talk about cheating,” Rowan grumbled, but Aelin just widened her eyes and bat her lashes.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She lined up her shot and cheered wildly as the ball rolled perfectly down the miniature bridge, through the windmill and into the hole.
“Don’t be a sore loser, Ro,” she laughed, skipping down the green to retrieve her ball. She squealed loudly as Rowan chased after her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he swung her in a wide circle.
“You are infuriating,” he laughed into her neck between kisses, causing her to laugh harder. When he finally put her down on her feet, she felt slightly dizzy, but she didn’t know if that was from the kissing, his body pressed against hers, or the absolute delight of beating him. “What do you want for dinner?” he asked, pointing to the line of food trucks parked in the driveway of the gaming complex.
Aelin’s eyes scoured the food trucks and landed on a delicious looking one. “Tacos?”
Rowan crinkled his nose. “That’s the truck that makes them all with cilantro. What about hot dogs?”
“How about you get me tacos and also give me a bite of your hot dog?” Aelin laughed as Rowan pulled her close again.
“You’d like a bite of my hot dog, would you?” he asked, his voice low and suggestive, and Aelin felt her face flush hot, but she looked up at him and grinned.
“Yes. I would.”
He grinned back, staring until the two of them burst into laughter.
“You two are disgusting,” an unimpressed voice called from behind them, causing Aelin to spin around and out of Rowan’s arms. She threw her arms around Dorian’s neck, ignoring his annoyed face. “I knew you were disgusting, having watched from afar last semester and then hearing Rowan this and Rowan that all summer long, but… it’s next level seeing it up close.”
“Shut up,” Aelin said, shoving her friend out of her arms, ignoring his knowing grin as she made her way back to Rowan. “Dorian, Rowan. Rowan, Dorian. You guys know each other, right?”
“Yes, Aelin, dear,” Dorian laughed. “We’ve been in classes together since middle school.”
She watched as they slapped each other’s shoulders in that way that guys do, greeting each other kindly.
“Did you just finish?” Aelin asked as Dorian followed them to the taco truck.
“Just starting,” he answered. “Chaol is running late, per usual. So I said I’d get us dinner, and then we’re going to play.”
“Want to eat with us?” Aelin asked, before pulling back to realize she probably should have asked Rowan if their friends could join their date before offering it. But Rowan seemed unfazed.
“Yeah, I’d like to hear more about Rowan this and Rowan that,” he said, poking at Aelin’s side. “Aelin mentioned in her letters that you two got an earful.”
“Ah yes,” Dorian laughed. “The famous letters.” He smiled mischievously as he slid his eyes to Aelin. “This one would be up in her little chair all day long writing and rewriting the longest letters known to man all day as soon as she got one from you. She was so distracted, she’s lucky no kid actually drowned on her watch.”
“Hey!” Aelin shoved Dorian’s arm. “That’s not true.” She looked up at Rowan. “I’d never let anyone drown.”
“I know, baby,” he crooned, causing a small chill to run up Aelin’s spine.
“Disgusting,” Dorian repeated, but he laughed heartily.
Aelin was glad that Dorian seemed to get along with Rowan. She’d been nervous that the boys she’d spent all summer long with wouldn’t vibe with Rowan, but it seemed like the jealousy chip Rowan had on his shoulder regarding Lorcan didn’t translate to Dorian.
However, her relief was short-lived. Apparently, that kindness didn’t apply to Chaol. The brunette greeted Aelin with a large smile and hug, and she watched as Rowan’s shoulders tensed as he bit into his hot dog with unnecessary force, barely grunting a greeting at her other friend. She kicked Rowan’s ankle.
“Ow,” he grumbled, flicking his eyes quickly away from Aelin’s prying gaze.
But still his animosity didn’t dissipate. As Chaol and Dorian engaged fully in conversation with her, Rowan retreated back into himself, getting quieter and quieter, until he finally stopped talking altogether.
“What is your deal?” she asked, poking at his shoulder.
“Nothing,” Rowan shrugged.
“Rowan,” she sighed.
She could see the pout forming on his lips as he took a sip of his soda, his lips tilting downward in protest. But she wasn’t letting him off that easily.
“Chaol is nice,” she started slowly, but it only caused Rowan to roll his eyes.
“Chaol wants to bang you.”
Aelin’s mouth opened, a strange noise of disbelief coming out. “And I want to bang YOU!” she shouted, far too loudly for the family-friendly venue. “But we don’t always get what we want.”
A nearby mother shot her a dirty glare, breaking the tension between her and Rowan, causing them both to laugh as he pulled her away from the small children in their proximity.
“I can’t take you anywhere,” he laughed, causing her to join in. “You are ridiculous.”
“No you are,” she replied, sticking her tongue out again.
“I’m sorry about Chaol,” he said with a deep sigh. “I just… I know how long he liked you. And he got to kiss you before I did, and I know that’s all my fault, and every time I see him I think about it all over again.” He took a deep breath. “I will try to be nicer.” He paused again. “Tonight was perfect, and I’m sorry if I ruined it in any way.”
“You didn’t,” she answered, feeling gleeful. She wanted to spend all week feeling this way. Her last week of summer, with Rowan, just laughing and cramming in as much fun as humanly possible. And maybe some other things too… Her pulse sped up as she was reminded of their afternoon on the couch together.
“I love you,” she said, overwhelmed with her feelings all over again. How did she get so lucky?
“I love you, too,” he sighed, leaning down and kissing her again. She was so distracted, she didn’t realize they were still in the parking lot until she heard a whooping cheer as a bunch of other teenagers crossed their path. She pulled away, tucking her chin into her chest as she breathed hard.
“So, now that our date is finished, I have a promise to follow through on, don’t I?” Rowan asked, his voice low and hoarse. Despite the darkness of the parking lot, she saw the desire in his eyes; she was sure it matched her own. It seemed that this afternoon’s activities weren’t far from his mind either.
They practically raced to the car, giggling the whole way.
“Where are we going?” Rowan asked as Aelin took out her phone to check in with her dad. If he was on a double shift, they could go back to her house. But if not, maybe it was time to go back up to the rooftop.
But she was immediately distracted by the notifications on her mailbox. Aelin hated having unread notifications. The little red number in the corner taunted her. She wondered how she’d been so caught up that she hadn’t felt the vibrations in her pocket. Well, she knew how. She was having much too much fun to pay attention to her phone. And with Rowan standing with her, who was she expecting messages from?
But as Aelin opened up the mailbox, she was startled to see an email from one of the teachers at Orynth High, labeled AP Lit. that had arrived earlier in the afternoon. She opened it immediately.
Hello Ms. Galathynius,
I was just informed that you have joined AP Literature for the fall semester. We are thrilled to have you in the class! However, because of your late admission, you were not informed of our summer reading list. I don’t expect you to have read all of these by our first class next Monday, but there will be assignments on all of them within the first two weeks and all of them will be present on the mid-year exam, so please get started as soon as possible. I look forward to hearing your analysis in the coming weeks.
Ms. Rhiannon Crochan
Aelin’s eyes grew wider as her eyes trailed down the summer reading list, which was seven books long. SEVEN.
“Ace?” Rowan asked again, nudging Aelin’s leg.
“Is your dad home?” he asked, but all thoughts of desire had been wiped from Aelin’s brain.
“No,” she replied.
“Excellent,” he said with a smile, but Aelin couldn’t return it.
“No, Ro, change of plans. We have to go to the bookstore.”
“Now?” he asked, eyes wide with confusion. “Is the bookstore even still open?”
But Aelin was already looking it up on her phone. “It closes in twenty minutes,” she said. “So, drive fast.”
They barely made it in time for Aelin to collect all of the books on her reading list, her eyes widening further as the pile became heavier and heavier in her arms, each book thicker than the last. As the cashier swiped the books one by one, Aelin watched as her summer came to a screeching halt. It seemed that she wouldn’t get that final week of fun, after all.
“It’ll still be a fun week,” Rowan assured her. “I’ll sit with you while you read.”
But Aelin wasn’t so sure. What had she gotten herself into?
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sacksvilles · 3 years ago
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lit covers | Kingdom of Ash
Captured by the Queen of the Fae, Aelin is trapped inside an iron box in a secret location, with seemingly no hope for escape. As she endures months of torture, her friends scatter to different fates. Without Aelin to protect them, soldier Aedion and shapeshifter Lysandra need to defend their homeland at all costs. Also left to forge their own paths in order to change history are Chaol, the witch Manon, and the golden boy Dorian-while Aelin's mate, the fae male Rowan, searches the world over for his lost love. As Aelin gathers the strength to save herself and fight the ultimate battle of her life, all of their destinies hang in the balance. Some ties will bond even tighter together, others will be severed forever, and mysteries will be revealed in this action-packed, heart wrenching series finale.
october 23rd 2018
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hear-be-a-dragon · 11 months ago
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The Old Guard + text posts (part 24)
(25) - (23) (22) (21) (20) (19) (18) (17) (16) (15) (14) (13) (12) (11) (10) (9) (8) (7) (6) (5) (4) (3) (2) (1)
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modernbookfae · 3 years ago
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movie meme: empire of storms >> scene: perranth
She had been forgotten—by everyone and everything. And still she had hoped. And still she had been kind to him.
And still she had offered him a glimpse of peace in the time he’d known her.
She had offered him a home.
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hear-be-a-dragon · 11 months ago
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The Old Guard + text posts (part 21)
(25) (24) (23) (22) - (20) (19) (18) (17) (16) (15) (14) (13) (12) (11) (10) (9) (8) (7) (6) (5) (4) (3) (2) (1)
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chainsaw-assassin · a year ago
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Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Throne of Glass
“There are no gods left to watch, I’m afraid. And there are no gods left to help you now, Aelin Galathynius.' Aelin smiled, and Goldryn burned brighter. 'I am a god.”
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aly-naith · 3 years ago
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Whatever you had to do to survive, whatever you did from spite or rage or selfishness … I don’t give a damn. You’re here—and you’re perfect. You always were, and you always will be.
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hear-be-a-dragon · 11 months ago
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The Old Guard + text posts (part 19)
(25) (24) (23) (22) (21) (20) - (18) (17) (16) (15) (14) (13) (12) (11) (10) (9) (8) (7) (6) (5) (4) (3) (2) (1)
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sacksvilles · 3 years ago
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throne of glass The witch and the wyvern looked at each other for a moment that lasted for a heartbeat, that lasted for eternity. “You’re mine,” Manon said to him. 
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modernbookfae · 3 years ago
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tog instagram series: lorcan + elide
“And what do you know of love?” He was so close—had neared without her realizing it.
“I think love should make you happy. It should make you into the best possible version of yourself.”
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hear-be-a-dragon · 11 months ago
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The Old Guard + text posts (part 20)
(25) (24) (23) (22) (21) - (19) (18) (17) (16) (15) (14) (13) (12) (11) (10) (9) (8) (7) (6) (5) (4) (3) (2) (1)
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aedicn · 3 years ago
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“I stopped caring,” Asterin said at last. “About anything and everything. After that, it was all a joke, and a thrill, and nothing scared me.”
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hremes · 3 years ago
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It was what she had never been able to tell Nehemia--that for ten years, she had been unsure how to find the way home, because there was no home left. 
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aly-naith · 3 years ago
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The world began and ended in fire. A sea of fire with no room for air, for sound beyond the cascading molten earth. The true heart of fire—the tool of creation and destruction. And she was drowning in it.
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