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❝ 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝘩 . . . ❞

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this is gonna sound cheesy, but part of what attracted me to your blog was… you? like. the way you don’t shy away from the hard parts of rhys ( no pun intended x ), the parts where he’s not the most likeable or doing the thing everyone thinks is right. you write him unapologetically and that is?? beautiful! you’re so talented and u never fail to give me immense feelings.

what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog?

🥺 wait.. i honestly have to say the same about you! first of all i followed you on your multi because i was SO excited to see a tamlin writer, especially one that doesn't try to erase the things he has done but just lets him be who he is!! AND NOW YOU'RE GRACING US ALL WITH YOUR CASSIAN AND I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER. it's so refreshing to see someone actually talk about why cassian may not be the best mate sometimes. i love these characters for their flaws and to see them grow into better people ... so thank you 🥺❤️

rhys really doesn't care about what anyone thinks of him besides feyre and i think thats hot

time hasn't been on their side, a cruel reality rhysand has been trying to come to terms with. they will be separating from the others in the morning, it's been decided. the uncertainty of when they will all reunite again, or if they ever will, has loomed over him the entire evening. to finally have them back, just to be torn apart again ... he's done his best to conceal his concerns, to avoid them bleeding into the moment & ruin it for everyone else. but watching feyre, any of those worries get pushed into the back of his mind. bright, even amongst the streaks of celestial light. smiling, in a way that makes his heart sputter. he doesn't even pay any mind to the show in the sky, his unbroken gaze solely fixated onto her.

thank you: rhys wants to tell her the same, to thank her for breathing him back to life. for giving him something he has never had before, hope. but his words get stuck in his throat & all he can focus on is that smile. " ah. that's right, you did promise me a dance, didn't you? " a hand hesitantly reaches for her cheek, his touch gentle — timid. " but first ... smile again. "

@rhysie : ❝  you have to hold on to the little joys when you find them.  ❞

i could hardly rip my eyes away from his telescope, watching thousands of meteors shoot through the night sky. even without the assistance of his premium spyglass, the shower was dazzling — perhaps the most mesmerizing thing i’d ever seen, a perfect mosaic of crystalline jewels, sailing through an eternal sea of the deep unknown. the promise of infinite possibilities — something bigger than both of us, an incomprehensible string of fate. i knew i had to paint is as soon as i could. anything to capture this feeling of sparkling wonder and joy. to commemorate it with something that would outlast us both and the test of time. the smile that spread across my features was wide and bright and unfading — it was immediate and unhindered. free, just like i felt whenever rhys was near me. i tore my eyes away from the telescope, just to meet rhys’s gaze — those eyes, that somehow still rivaled the swirling depths of space and shined as bright as the shooting stars illuminating the world around us. “ thank you. ” my hand found his, but i never looked away — not even to admire the meteors again. “ what about that dance? ”

am I the history I have endured ? I do not know anymore. independent & mutually private portrayal of THE VAMPIRE ARMAND of AMC'S INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE. show verse with personal flavor. peruse carrd carefully, interviewed by pamola. promo credit.

what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog?

if you would like to be more specific – what made you stay?