Reblog This And Put In The Tags What The Current Theme Song Of Your Muse Is

reblog this and put in the tags what the current theme song of your muse is

the way he turns her feels like the crescendo of a dance, and her heart soars just the same as when she’s spinning when he kisses her. she could spend the entire day kissing him; the week too, until her lips and chapped and bloody from being entwined with his. even then she isn’t certain she’d tire of it. luckily for the two of them, azriel has the good sense to know when to pull away, but the combination of the look in his eyes and the sincerity in his words hitches her breath as she tries to catch it. nesta drinks in his features once again, her fingers splaying against each side of his neck and her thumbs smoothing across his strong jaw.

how does she look at him? she wonders. like she's hungry, she's fairly certain of it.

“that’s fortunate,” she murmurs, eyes travelling his features as if she’s trying to commit each one to memory, before settling on his honeyed gaze. “because i love looking at you… and not only because you’re as beautiful as you are.” she loves that when she looks at him it settles the feeling of unrest that often knots itself in her stomach, she loves that there’s never any judgement in his eyes; only understanding - sometimes the desire to. and if she’s truly honest with herself she loves that she can see the devotion he speaks of in his eyes from time to time. she feels seen by him in a way that she never has before, and it soothes and stimulates her all at once.

“— i love the way you look at me, too.” she tells him simply, lips pursing with the effort not to say more as her palms travel to his chest - as if to fix a tie that isn't there.

the silence between them, the unspoken words, hang there. there is nothing but them, their breathing, and his hands on her stomach - holding her. they remain this way for a few moments. azriel wishes he could bottle the feeling of pure content he feels with nesta so close to him in his arms. the serenity that permeates.

her soft voice breaks through and he can't help but smile when she kisses his temple. " it's not - but how can my thoughts not travel there frequently? " azriel asks, his soft puffs of breath tickling her ear again. " especially when i simply want to show my devotion to you... and it just so happens to be physical some of the time. " he turns her then in his arms so he can hold her face in his hands and kiss her. it is soft, not rushed, and he lets it linger for as long as its supposed to. their eyes meet and something soft holds azriel's features. " i love the way you look at me. "

one moment nesta is looking at her younger sister’s face, the depths of her lovely eyes suddenly cavernous. the next her vision goes black. just like that her body is no longer her own, and instinct tells her to fight, to kick and thrash her way back to herself, but a voice stops her. elain’s voice - almost. as much as she wants to cave to her instinct, she can’t. instead she leans into the strange merging of their powers as she had once leaned into her own, and her vision tunnels, transporting her to a foreign land; one far away from the safety of velaris, where their bodies remain.

the eldest sister takes a steadying breath and is filled with a knowing that they’re close to finding what they seek. "east…” she hears her voice - almost. “it's east of here...”

@moondevoured : you are here, you are here, you're still right here.

for a few moments elain can still feel nesta. it was comforting: that presence — her older sister's hands on her arm, brushing the hair from her face. but then, she is gone; following her mind elsewhere. not that she had much of a choice. when elain finally speaks, her voice is not her own. or, it is in part, but there's a difference. because nesta has taken her sister's hands and it's almost as if… the two have combined somehow. their voices, their powers. the vision elain sees has grown stronger than she's ever seen one. "don't let go." a command from the part of her sister's soul that has always been the leader. nesta, the first born, directing them both. "i can see better with you. i can see it all."

—Virginia Woolf

warmth floods through nesta’s being at the mention of ember – of the unlikely affection they share for one another. nesta has never known a mother with a heart as open as bryce’s. even as a child, she had only been tolerated by her own mother when she was on her very best behaviour. paraded like a prize pony if she was lucky. the mothers of her peers shared the same disdain for her - for other children too, she later realised. being looked upon with indifference by a matriarch was as natural as breathing, and she had never known to crave fondness from her mother; or even what a mother figure could be like until she had witnessed feyre’s bond with her nephew. ember’s kindness towards her had solidified her newfound ideas of what motherhood should be; of the limitless tenderness she now intended to raise her own children with in the very distant future. when she possessed limitless tenderness. 

a smile graces nesta’s features and she leans in closer to the reflection of bryce in the spelled mirror. the redhead feels like a mirage; barely real. if she reaches out to touch the glass, she wonders if it will ripple beneath her fingertips. but she is real. the knowledge makes her smile a little brighter. she could count her true friends on one hand, and bryce was a welcome addition. although the circumstances that had brought them together had been abnormal and unnerving, she finds herself thankful for them. “let her know that there just might be a way,” she begins, almost coy, her mind drifting to the harp. it would involve retrieving it, which would be easy enough with the way it answered to her ( called to her wanderlust sometimes ) but she didn’t doubt doing so would cause more of a rift if the others found out. 

nesta masks the thought from her features, focusing instead on bryce’s words. she thinks she’d like to be another kid to fuss over, to be fussed over at all. and although she isn’t yet bored of her world, she is curious about bryce’s – about the music and the way they tell their stories, about their society; so connected where there’s is fractured along neat lines. she’s even curious about the food. if fae food had been such a revelation, she’s sure to be blown away by dishes crafted from all manner of creature. but she doubts anything would be more delicious than sharing a meal with bryce and her loved ones. “— if i can make it work perhaps i can bring my friends to meet you... i’m not entirely sure they believe what i’ve told them about you. but i’d like to come alone first. you and i have a lot of catching up to do."

"  my  mom  hasn't  stopped  talking  about  you  since  her  visit.  "  bryce  flops  down  onto  her  couch,  a  small  sigh  passing  over  her  lips  as  her  head  cocks  in  the  direction  of  the  nesta's  own  figure,  a  mirror  image  of  her  own  position.  it's  rare  that  ember  meets  a  soul  she  doesn't  like,  especially  someone  who  clearly  could  use  a  mother  figure  in  their  life,  but  every  time  she  brings  up  nesta  it  makes  bryce  smile.

bryce  lost  something  the  day  that  danika  and  the  pack  of  devils  were  killed,  but  so  did  ember.  her  best  friend  had  been  like  a  sister  to  her,  and  because  of  it  her  mother  had  taken  her  in  like  one  of  her  own.  a  daughter  who  longed  for  a  proper  mother,  and  a  mother  with  so  much  love  in  her  heart  that  she  gave  it  to  whoever  needed  it  most.  for  a  while,  bryce  forgot  that  she  wasn't  the  only  one  that  suffered.  meeting  nesta  filled  a  little  crack  that  was  deeper  than  either  one  of  them  knew.

"  did  i  tell  you  she  asked  me  if  there  was  a  way  to  invite  you  over  for  dinner,  sometime?  "  a  smirk  dances  on  her  lips,  the  image  of  nesta's  hulking  mate  and  her  stepping  through  portals  into  midgard  for  a  few  hours  in  her  realm  more  amusing  than  it  probably  should  be.  cassian's  wings  wouldn't  necessarily  be  out  of  place  in  a  world  where  vanir  and  mortals  mingle  alike,  but  the  way  he  seems  to  glare  at  anyone  who  steps  a  little  too  close  to  @moondevoured  might  ruffle  some  feathers.  or  who  knows,  maybe  he'd  come  back  with  some  new  best  friends.

"  she  said  to  tell  you  that  if  you  ever  get  bored  of  your  world  and  want  to  be  introduced  to  modern  technology,  that  you  should  come  by.  she'd  love  to  have  any  excuse  to  make  a  big  dinner  and  have  another  kid  to  fuss  over.  "

CARLOS MIRANDA as JOHNNY VIDA S01