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. We had both fought for that love, bled for it. They melted into the first shoots of spring, then burst into full blooms of summer, before brightening and keeping into fall leaves. Those r the only smut scenes in ACOMAF, but idk abt ACOWAR. Pain consumed me as I watched Amarantha torture her. Hes not all perfection and happy-fun-times, he has a dark side too, both literally and figuratively. Skilled spytrained by Azriel himselfand master cook. It was incredible really. Look, there's a lot of after-the-fact justifications for many of Rhys's actions, but I think the real answer is that there's something about that situation that SJM finds a little sexy and so that's why it was included. tags: a-court-of-mist-and-fury , acomaf , feyre , rhysand. It wasnt right. Perhaps when youre dead. What everyone else said and also because if Rhys left her alone than someone nastier would have played with her instead. as well as COMFORT COLORS GARMENT-DYED T-SHIRT Nyx was conceived when Feyre was in Illyrian form therefore Feyre's pregnancy was very high risk because she did not have the same wide pelvis as Illyrian women in order to give birth to a baby with wings. Rhys speared a quick thought up to Lucien, whose pain and worry came blasting through the mental connection as soon as it was established. Omg I had such a huge issue with this too. I clung to our bond, to the potential for life and love between us. . So I don't know if I'm going to be coherent enough to say this. Aside from the actual bear in Cocaine Bear, Matthew Rhys has arguably the movie's most important role even if it's cameo-sized. I finished it! Or even if she didnt, would she do it anyway? At their wedding she hopes for someone to rescue her. Tumblr has, quite simply, contributed to a lot of the extra stress Ive experienced the past several months, but it took going away on vacation to really make me register the exact extent of that negative influence and its worth (or lack thereof) on my mental health. I love all of you so, so much. Mor had refused to let me see the memories, but I had been able to gather enough from the nature of her wounds. And Feyre stumbled back looking wide-eyed with shock into the eyes of Tamlin - the real Tamlin, kneeling before her waiting for the dagger at his side. Also, the paint was so she knew she wasn't being touched anywhere she didn't want to be. Whhhhaaattt?! At some point. I wanted to touch her and hold her and kiss her because she wanted me to and I certainly didnt want to do any of that with an audience. I hope you guys arent getting sick of these Rhys POVs because I cant seem to stop writing them lol. He had given her everything Tamlin had failed to. It was dying. It had been perfect. My nose bled, my head cracked, my stomach caved in. Yes, I muttered, sinking to bottom step of the stairs behind me. No longer could I bear my mask. When Tamlin gave his share and Feyres shape changed - her fingers lengthening, her ears growing pointed, her skin glowing with color and light once more - it was like watching the world turn right side up after years of forgetting it had ever been turned askew in the first place. It sickened me to imagine her put in that position again, even if it was, and always had been, a lie. 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But he cannot shield her from all of this dark magic, some of it slips through his walls and reaches her. tip: "sherlock (tv)" m/m NOT "sherlock holmes/john watson", 1. vallahan, Montesere, the forest house in autumn court, palace in dawn court, rask, seythia? She was the only person in the room who didnt know that she could kill Tamlin and it wouldnt matter, that his heart was made of stone. Instantly, she cried and began to shake, and Amarantha swooped in with her despicable gallantry. The young king stood above the gathered crowd and declared that the Lady Morrigan must be retrieved at all costs, dead or alive. Oh, dont look so miserable, Feyre. Rhys had died for it. The year of ACOMAF was invaluable to my heart and I will always be able to say that because of you all, that year brought me the most amazing friendships and love I will never regret being here for. She closed the distance between us and sat down next to me on the stairs. And the new, emerging world beyond. And then, there she stood, my Feyre, before our evil queen, chin held high and boldness in her stance. How many who barely knew her, had no reason to trust her, had given her aid at some point in the last three months so she could save him? She took a deep breath and before she could exhale "There you are Feyre" as she exhaled she turned and looked at Cassian. says the actress. I winnowed on the spot re-appearing to the side of the dias where the throne sat so that she could see me. Because youre my mate and I dont want you to fear me. Instead of watching Feyre as she plunged the dagger into the heart of the female fae, my mind tracked Amarantha, how happy she looked. And then, just when I thought she had nothing left to give, her heart was so mangled and glazed over with disease and death, the most wonderful thing happened. There is also a supply closet in the main area. An eruption of celebration burst in the room as the faeries from all seven courts rejoiced. He will go silently. Tears spilled freely onto her face, each one an icy slap where the sting would never disappear. Even under the care of the best healers in Velaris, it had still taken her almost a year to walk again and longer to regain the use of her right hand. Feyre is furious that Rhys held the truth from her, and after she heals him and takes him to safety, she leaves for a remote cabin. CAUTION SPOILER!!! Listed on Feb 23, 2023 I didnt want to remind her of the monster I was to the rest of the world. My own heart was broken for her, the despair I felt drowning out Amaranthas words as she teased Feyre further with her dilemma. My mate. If ever she was ready, she could come looking and I would give her the rest. How could you say something so brave?! She would be okay. Snaps on Rhys when he winnows out from Under the Mountain at the end of ACOTAR, snaps for Feyre during their very detailed romp right after Feyre serves Rhys food in the hunting cabin about 3/4 of the way through ACOWAR. I pushed again and it was useless, my body betraying me at every move. No, todays crowd were the faeries and High Fae of the courts who despised this wicked queen, who wanted nothing more than to see her fall. Say that you dont love him!, Amarantha, stop this, Tamlin said, speaking at long last. Of course, she had seen me like that before. My mate. As the second victim - a female this time - was unmasked, I finally felt what I had prayed and begged and bargained with the Cauldron never to let me feel: I felt Feyre break. My soul emptied out onto the marble floor where it mixed with her death and I felt her thoughts disappear causing me to roar and thrash. Summary: Pre-ACOTAR dreams to Chapter 20-21 of ACOTAR from Rhysands POV. More only tells Feyre. Heck no but the entirety of being under the mountain was oppressive and dangerous for every one involved. The ground had finally frozen solid last week, and by the time Id finished devouring my breakfast of toast and bacon, washed down with a heady cup of tea, the pale cobblestones were dusted with fine, white powder. She didn't say anything to her cousin and every day she stopped by the cabin to see if Feyre needed anything and left her food. Much like he had no choice in being Amaranthas wh*re while he was there. For the first time in centuries, I felt embarrassed. I wonder if it will be worse to fail now - when you are so close.. The female faerie chanted a prayer to the gods that erased the last traces of Feyres spirit, the spirit I loved to watch fight and sting. To be the High Lords whore once again. Feyre was breaking in the dungeon. The counters in the kitchen are made from wood and there is also a stove in the kitchen. If wed have a High Priestess do some odious ceremony, as Ianthe had done the year before. My matewho had worked so hard and so selflessly, all without hope that I would ever be with him. Morrigan was rapturous. . He hadn't dared heal more than the worst of the lacerations, knowing that Lucien would suffer at least twenty more lashes if he was suspected of disobeying Amarantha's order to leave the gashes untended. Okay, just re-reading this scene is making me really emotional. I pulled. 2023 Oscars predictions: See who will win at the 95th Academy Awards. A guard was given to each figure and accompanying them each was a pillow holding a cursed ash dagger. Drew me from sleep; drew me from a conversation, a painting, a meal. Even after all I knew him capable of, all he had done, watching him stare with feigned interest at the woman whod fought so viciously to save him through the very bowels of hell as if she were nothing to him shocked me to my core. Id almost ripped Keirs head off just because he was the first thing I saw when vision cleared. King Rhysand accepted and discharged Sir Cassian to set off at once, with Sir Tamlin at his side for aide. The rest of the Mountain had either fled home the second Amaranthas blood was spilt or were resting sound asleep below me. The party was nothing unusual, but Feyre by my side was. This t-shirt is distressed and garment dyed, meaning each shirt will look a little bit different! Ill have to dress you like I did Under the Mountain, I began, my throat dry. Quotes tagged as "feyre" Showing 1-30 of 606. Snow swirled and eddied in the garden, catching in the brown fibers of the burlap covering the shrubs. it's our selfless ginger fox trying to right everything. I mean imagine staring at a wall for over 100 hours then suddenly pulled out onto a stage and told to do math. My mate. Manage all your favorite fandoms in one place! Lucien stood feet away, mourning rewriting itself into hope as he cried for Feyres life. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. His was the one mind I hadnt needed to break into to persuade and he looked at me with such awe that I didnt know if it was due to shock that I would be so willing to help him, my enemy, even in this darkest hour, or if it was because he understood the full extent of what Id just done, how far I would go, how many rules I would break, how much of my own life I had tried to sacrifice for her. Without even that for context, Feyre had agreed because it would help us and I loved her for it. I could tell that she missed me when I had to leave Velaris to attend to duties in the rest of my territory too. In a last attempt to save Feyre and the baby, Madja created an incision in Feyre's stomach to surgically remove the child. She spends the next five days painting every room. No, not fought, but begged. Of course, Ill take your life in exchange, but a bargains a bargain, is it not? But there is an unseen threat. The idea of putting that trust in jeopardy, even if it was to save the world, was abhorrent. There is nothing around for as far as the eye can see. I almost wondered if Amarantha was silently asking herself that very same question as few in the room laughed. So instead you get Lucien and his disappointment with Tamlins inaction lol. It had never bothered me when I was the whore, but the thought that anyone referring to Feyre like that made my blood boil. A small, but powerful fragment of my heart wholly devoted to her. At first, it was agonizing. I brought Mor to the Illyrian camp for a few days. I take zero credit for the dialogue or ideas behind the scene. The midday sun as I waited for her felt glorious and I was the only one just then who knew it. Realizing the jeers of her subjects were no longer available to her to torment Feyre, she pressed on with her mockery instead. It was enough to give me hope that I might be able to tell her about the mating bond soon. Certainly not when they workedspiedfor both Rhys and Azriel. Stop, Feyre said, her voice hoarse and strained from some distance away. Why dont you want me to see that?. I got my map today Any details on the new places mentioned on it? He called for his knights to council him and when they came, he asked who would go on this great quest. Roughly the plot of Rocky Horror. I had no idea where Rhys was. Tamlin was many things, and he had done many regrettable things in his lifetime, but there was still love for this girl in his heart. She then spends the rest of the day and all through the night painting the cabin's interior. We were free. He had wanted to deny what had been so plainly before him; Rhysand and Feyre were mates. My scream shattered the air as I watched lightning reach out from Amarantha and strike Feyre down, my happiness going with it. I get why Maas left the conversation about what Rhys needed Feyre to be in the Court of Nightmares out of the book. Not one of them had dared to touch her then, and they wouldnt now, but I had seen their eyes on her. It was instinctive for my thumb to brush along the back of her hand, to try to offer what comfort I could. I trust you, Rhysand.. Your final task, Feyre, Amarantha said pointing at the concealed victims. Once there was a young king named Rhysand who sat high atop a mighty throne. I take NO CREDIT for the dialogue or ideas behind this scene. She looked up at me and her eyes were hard as flint as she said in the voice of a warrior queen, Tell me what I need to do tomorrow., You told me once that you were no ones pet, I started, looking deep into her eyes as I said with unshakable conviction, And you are not., I sighed and ran my free hand through my hair again. My mate. I didnt want to take her under another mountain. The Inner Circles story would never have meant half as much to me had it not been for you all and the magic you brought to life inside it. But like, guys. My question faded into blackness. My mate. and our Feyre had begged for me. I hated that this was the best solution we had been able to come up with. Dont pretend you care, human. You. I did not want to give her a reason to remember how she had despised me before. I think in part it's because the wine made her forget everything so she wouldn't have to suffer the horrors of Under The Mountain, and I think he made her dance to really sell his "despicable, horrid, High Lord of all things dark and deathly" faade. My mate. She takes Rhys back to Morrigan and the others, and asks Mor to take her to a retreat. Rhys knew exactly why there were nights when I would cling tighter to him, why there were moments in the bright, clear sunshine that I would grip his hand. The Winter Solstice. Quotes: Kier, waiting beside a golden-haired woman who had to be Mor's mother, sneering at us. You never figured out my riddle, did you? No final words to her?. The knife fell from Feyres hand with a soul-shattering crash. I will interpret the lack of two thrones to be due to the fact that this visit came upon you quicklyAnd I will let you all escape without having your skin flayed from your bones as my mating gift to you. Some other poor soul would struggle out instead only to die at what I knew waited in the pit below me, but their loss would be nothing compared to what losing her would feel like. The two sleep together, making the bond permanent. Mor paints some stick figures on the wall beside the storeroom door. happiness. Please.. Yes. His tan face paled. Isolated and broken apart. Rhys paused for a moment before turning his chair slowly to look at the massive portrait of Feyre that hung on the wall behind him.