@meaercies Ive Got You

@meaercies — “I’ve got you”

nesta has been utterly silent since they returned to velaris. even during their flight she didn't make a sound — and she usually has an endless list of complaints to share while they're airborne. despite her silence he's been reminding her of the fact all the way: "i've got you."

more than anything, more than the dull ache of her freshly bruised ribs, or the pressure of blood rushing to her torn skin, it's the shame that pains her the most. so much so that she can't bring herself to meet azriel's eyes. instead she watches intently as he soaks a wash cloth and presses it to her neck so gently that she barely winces. follows his scarred hands as he soaks it again, staining the water a pretty shade of pink. before he can continue, nesta curls her fingers around his wrist, her smoke kissed eyes still trained on the bloody water.

"you don't need to do this, az... i should have known better."

one thing about me? i'm nosy. i'm reading all of your threads. i'm having a great time x

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."

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

today has been one annoyance after the other but on the plus side look at my boy.

vampires of el norte by isabel cañas