@feydarling : " You Are... So Infuriating. You Know That, Right? "

@feydarling : " you are... so infuriating. you know that, right? "

only an hour of meandering through this party, & it had already grown dull. the thought of warming up to the same lifeless bigwigs for another second became unbearable — until he spotted her, a sharp contrast to the rest of the crowd, holding herself with uncertainty. as if she didn't belong. he waits until she sneaks out to the terrace, before pouncing. stalking over to her, circling her as if she were prey. it turned out not to be a mistake, with her sharp tongue & total disregard for who he is. finally, he had found some amusement for the night.

rhysand's tongue clicks, head tilting as a wicked smirk appears onto feline features. " so i've been told. a few times, actually. " her bite intrigues him, drawing him straight to her, leaving him wanting more. he leans a side onto the rail of the balcony, gaze shamelessly running over the other. " i'm thinking i should fire my entire security team. impressive, that you snuck past them — " he needs no confession to piece together that this was not her usual scene, dusting off his sleeves before adding on. " but next time, i would recommend blending in a tad bit better. you stick out like a sore thumb. "

his focus lingers on the crimson staining her cheek, a scowl forming across his lips as the fingertips lightly brush against flesh. there's a tenderness to his touch that he barely recognizes himself, as amarantha's threats ring clear in his mind: she was not to make it out of here, alive. the lengths she'd go through to ensure of that, were enough to make his stomach churn with gut wrenching guilt, & crippling fear. yet, it only manifests in the way his jaw clenches, his exterior otherwise blank as he assesses the damage done to her.

" me? i warned you — " his frustration boils over, losing any sense of calm for only a moment. it takes every ounce of strength he has to hold himself together, to push aside his anger — only for her sake. quickly, rhysand composes himself, distracting himself with the buttons of his coat, words losing their punch. " i was trying to avoid all of this, was i not? yet for some reason, you had to listen to to your precious tamlin. where is he, by the way? oh, i know. far, far from here. " he removes his jacket with a click of his tongue, eyes rolling before shoving it towards her. " it's freezing in here. take this. "

the room was small and suffocating, with out any windows to let any air or light in. i was going to die here — that was becoming abundantly clear with every passing moment and the sadistic gleam in amarantha and her cronies’ eyes. with the way she dangled my fate in the air, as if she were waiting for the precise moment — to draw it out and make it as agonizing as possible, sending an immeasurable message as loud as possible. simply a pawn in a game i never wanted to play, i only wished they could get it over with — to spare me the misery of waiting in this freezing room, with the promise of my death looming over me. somehow it was rhysand’s betrayal that hurt the most, knowing i had been foolish enough to allow him to get into my head. the cruelty and affection he shared with amarantha confirmed everything tamlin had told me.

“ y— ” i gasped against his hand, my back against the wall, as my eyes widened with surprise, before narrowing on him. i glanced once towards the door he had entered with ease and back to him. it didn’t make any sense, not after the callous disregard he had just shown me as i was thrown at their feet. the way he smiled as she pondered aloud the best method of pain. how he stood there as her men slapped me across the face, before dragging me back to this room. i shook my face free of his grasp, but was careful to keep my voice a low whisper this time, “ why would i ever trust you again? how do i know this isn’t another one of your mind games? ”

rhys going from “i can’t have a family because they’ll just be hunted” and “everything i love has a tendency to be taken from me” to playing wing peekaboo with nyx

the archer's words hit their mark, impaling him with ice that he's left frozen in their wake. it could all be chalked up to just lashing out at how unfair the cauldron has been to her, if she weren't telling the truth. feyre has seen every side of him, past the mask down to his bare bones, unlike anyone else. his naive hope that maybe it wouldn't be enough for her to run away, that maybe they were two sides of the same coin ... he realizes now that it was foolish, some desperate attempt at escaping the fate that seems to be already cemented for him: he will die alone, with only himself to blame. he had plenty of time to come to terms with that under the mountain, even made peace with it. but the cauldron brought her to him, as if she were his saving grace. it turned out to be some twisted joke, dangling everything he's ever wanted right in arms reach — & that's where it'll stay.

he finally remembers how to breathe, though there is no sign of any mask. the prince of darkness, wrathful & cunning ... gone. there is only him, with a hurt in his eyes that he can't seem to have any control of. " i know what i am. do you? " he grasps at any piece of himself he can pick back up, attempting to compose himself. " it sounds like we aren't so different then. aren't you making those same choices, now? " his gaze hardens, fingers slicking back night kissed strands, before closing the book in front of him. a desperate attempt to dismiss her, this conversation. " you've had enough training for today. "

@rhysie said: “So this is your opinion of me? Thank you for explaining so fully.“

“ you dare have the nerve to act surprised? isn’t this what you wanted? the image of yourself that you’ve painted for the world to see? you’ve played your part so well. ” i almost laughed, harsh and bitterly, devoid of any humor. the wicked and biting beast buried deep within me lashed out, with unyielding vitriol, knowing exactly where to strike. i could not see past my fury — blinded by rage and the frightening and staggering reflection i saw mirrored back to me in his violet eyes. the girl with hate in her heart — rigid detestation for this cruel and unjust world that had taken so much from me, leaving me starving and begging on my calloused hands and knees. knuckles bloodied by force, with permanent welts and scars. pure loathing directed towards those that had secured my fate — the only countenance for the utter revulsion i felt towards myself. rhysand was the creeping shadow i couldn’t shake, always looming over me and casting back my own shame and devilry. the dark veil he enshrouded himself in, the same one i felt infecting my heart. both products of what we had been forced to do. we were the same and i hated him for it. “ you’re a coward, rhys. hiding behind a mask, because it’s easier than admitting what you truly are. alone. scared and alone, which is all you’ll ever be, because that is the choice you made. ”

rhysand is the most handsome high lord. ( personals dni )

he can read cassian like a book, ( always has, there was little need for rhys to ever take a glimpse into his mind ) taking in the fear he tries to play off with laughter. he sometimes forgets: after everything he put them through in his absence, the pain & worry that came during that time ... he needs to be more careful now. leaving his court in the dark is no longer an option. " apologies. i got wrapped up in a rather — heated conversation with one of the war camp leaders. " both hands raise to show no harm was done, at least to him, before moving to give a reassuring squeeze to cass' shoulder, grounding him. " i'm fine. "

@rhysie liked ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ starter with 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑛.

𝐢𝐭'𝐬  𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐢𝐭  𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  his  heart  is  in  his  throat     ;     but  he  manages  to  get  the  sound  out.     it's  hoarse,     sounding  as  rough  as  he  felt.     his  brows  pinch  together,      contradicting  the  smile  that  curled  his  lips     &     showed  canines.     "  i  should  have  known  better.  "     they've  both  come  back  from  far  more  perilous  missions.     but  he  gets  in  his  head,     even  now,     blood  rushing  in  his  ears     &     his  massive  body  tense,     itching  for  action.     "  you  worried  me.     you  weren't  responding-  "