# Selective + Private Writing Account For , From A Court Of Thorns And Roses. 21+ Only. Plot Driven &

#𝑹𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑰𝑬 ─ selective + private writing account for 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅, from a court of thorns and roses. 21+ only. plot driven & iconless. written by moose ( they/them, 25, cst. ) hardblock only. 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 ⋆ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 ⋆ 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡

he knows where her mind travels to before she even speaks. she's drowning, it's a feeling he knows all too well: the self-hatred that looms over you, the guilt that plagues every thought, all consuming. he had been suffocating in it, hopeless. looking for any means to save his family, with little regard for what happens to himself. until she came along. & then suddenly, there was light. a symbol that someone could still be good, no matter what horrors they've been put through. a reason to fight for more.

his jaw clenches at just the idea of her leaving with lucien — an image he can see so clearly, her self sacrifice. returning back to tamlin, just to be his prize. miserable & fading away as days go by. as if it would actually ease any trouble. as if it wouldn't break him. gaze is unwavering, unwilling to let the thought fester any longer. " if he took you ... i would have burnt everything to the ground to get you back. do not think of yourself as a burden for a second. " a beat, callused exterior softening as he returns some composure. " besides, i've been meaning to take a vacation. "

her admission catches him off guard, breath catching in his throat. though he saw it in her eyes. the fire that burned bright. her finger on the trigger, ready to pull it at a moment's notice. he ignores how fast his heart races, swallows down any hope that maybe — maybe she might actually feel the same way about him. this is not the time nor place to even travel down that road. " i know. " eyes dart to his pillow, a last ditch effort to distract himself from the ache in his chest. " we should get some sleep. you have a long day of training tomorrow. "

he enveloped the room, not just by his size, but the way he carried himself — each movement made with so much intention and grace, the sheer power that radiated off of someone who knew he was born a weapon. my pulse began to raise as he sat on the squeaky mattress, suddenly so unsure of myself and my need to share such subliminal space with him. i stared at his bare back, eyes fixated as i quietly memorized the various scars, carefully covered by dark, inky swirls and patterns. the way his shoulders raised softly with each breath, the blades sliding together as he stretched.

my breath lodged in my throat, i froze as he creeped closer, his full attention turned towards me as his bright eyes bore into mine. purely adamant, nothing in him relented, no regret to be found as i studied his features. my voice soft and lowered, i spoke carefully, “ if i had gone back with him, you’d be free to go home. be with your family. no more hiding. ” instead, i was dragging them all down with me. a walking hazard of destruction and chaos — everywhere i went, devastation followed. and yet, he had been there for me every step of the way — trying to pull me out before the worst had even begun. how stupid i had been not to trust him or heed his warnings. that naive stubbornness had only gotten us here.

i knew now there was no one that i trusted with my life more than rhys. no one i could count on more than him. even after months of trying to push him away, he’d thrown everything away for me, more than once. “ i was ready to shoot him. ” the conviction in my voice surprised even me. “ if he tried to hurt you. i would’ve shot them all. ”

the shoe meeting his shoulder is well earned — even with the liquor buzzing through his blood stream, he realizes it's perhaps a little too soon to be making any jokes. ( the horror on her face, before he even announced his presence, as she took only a few hesitant steps down the aisle, replays in his mind. even as all of the guests ran, or hid, as if there were a wolf among them — he could only focus on feyre. the sheer panic, radiating from her. only a fool would be blind to it. it's what urged him to speak up. if he had to play the villain one last time, so be it. )

though he doesn't expect her demands, even more shocked when cassian actually listens. a brow raises, as he turns to face her, halfway out of the car. even with the threat of her leaving, there's a casual coolness to him, as if she were bluffing. " you won't make it even a block in that hideous thing, feyre darling. " words a gentle purr, amusement flickering across his features. it takes a disappointed look from cass in the mirror for his posture to change — sitting up for a hand to wrap around her wrist, whatever is left of his smile slipping away from lips. " get back in the car, please. tamlin has probably already insisted on telling everyone we've kidnapped you. "

@rhysie said: “Suppose I told everyone that I had seduced you.”

“ shut up. ” i smacked him hard on the shoulder with the high heel in my hand, shooting him my iciest glare. the last possible thing i wanted to think about was how terrible it must have looked, leaving my wedding with rhysand — the very man who had so rudely interrupted my nuptials. no, i couldn’t bask in my own traitorous, self-loathing, not when piles of white gossamer and walls of red flowers had been so suffocating and the music seemed to orchestrate my impending death march. all i knew was i had to get out of there, and rhys had presented me with a quick escape. i squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my temples, trying to block out the image of tamlin, looking so confused and horrified on the other end of the bloody red aisle. the way i quickly ran out the back, the moment the crowd of strangers erupted in chaos, so easily disturbed just by rhys’s mere presence. the moment i had secured my reserved spot in hell.

“ stop the car, ” i demanded, avoiding the puzzled glances from rhys’s bulky driver, who immediately pulled to an abrupt stop. jolting forward, i instinctively grabbed ahold of rhys’s arm, practically flinching as i let go instantly. mistake after mistake. gathering up the incessant layers of fabric of my dress, i shook off my other shoe and kicked the car door open. “ if you’re going to insist on being a drunken ass, then i can surely manage on my own from here. ”

spicing up conversations by saying 'you really believe in that' at the most basic inane things

modern rhys has a cat

@feydarling : ❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

amber liquid swirls in his glass as he lifts it to his lips, finishing off the remnants. never mind the fact dawn is still settling. the burn down his throat offers temporary salvation, a momentarily distraction from his buzzing thoughts. perhaps he had been foolish to wish. to allow his imagination run wild, somehow picturing the two of them — mated. happy. the aroma of the salty sea breeze from the summer court entangled in hers still keeps him awake at night: the first moment he'd allowed himself to even dare to dream of it, of her. yet that hope died down, crushed to pieces, after witnessing an exchange with cassian. he's reminded that she isn't his, that he was likely just a distraction that she desperately needed.

he can't bring himself to even force a smile, to match her energy in the slightest ... only a moonless obsidian night lurking onto his features, wings flaring out against his chair to absorb the rising sun's warmth. " and what if i were? " he bites down on his words, withholding any actual interest in the conversation. his head tilts towards the rays, eyelids fluttering shut. " i have other matters to be concerned with. "