Rhys Really Doesn't Care About What Anyone Thinks Of Him Besides Feyre And I Think Thats Hot

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

everything is put on pause. the clashing of metal drowned out, the smell of ash & blood fading, the adrenaline of battle coming to a calm — all as he takes her in. her scent, the feeling of her body pressed against his. it was everything he needed to confirm that she was alive, she's okay. yet he can't hold her close enough, can't let go, can't yet forget the dread of the unthinkable that overcame him just moments ago.

fingers trace shapes onto her back as she speaks, tucking the crown of her head under his chin, knowing exactly where her mind had gone during that hour of silence. just the same as his. & yet she fought through it, a battlefield that would send experienced fighters running the other way, just to get back to him. ( he wonders what he must have done for the cauldron to bring her to someone like him, how it must have been some mistake that he wouldn't dare argue against. ) " i almost feel bad for anyone who tried to get in your way. my savior. " a kiss is pressed to her hair, voice steadying into a quiet purr, a desperate attempt to bringing her some comfort.

but whatever moment of peace, of calm, disappears with the idea of them returning back to the fight. when he had nothing to lose, he welcomed death with open arms. fought until there were only bodies laying at his feet, until there was no one left. but this was not that battle — no, this was just a distraction for hybern, an attempt to scatter their men & sparse their numbers. he's made his peace with the outcome of this war, already willing to sacrifice everything in the end when it comes to. but this was just the beginning.

he leans back to take her face in his hands, head shaking. " feyre. if we went back out there like this, we would be of no use. we would just be distractions. " he omits the part where he can't lose her, not when he just got her back. " cassian and azriel have this under control, they've faced much worse. " the red & blue syphons blasting across the field give him all the assurance that he needs. " our best course of action right now is finding the healer. "

he was covered in blood, splattered across his face and chest — where his ended and others’ began, i couldn’t be sure. his torn illyrian leathers revealed a deep gash in his side, that he barely seemed to notice. anyone else would have been curled over from the wound, but my mate was strong. strong and alive. the panic in his eyes told me i didn’t look much better — hair matted with blood and mud, under eyes dark and heavy, fingers scabbed over from the rapid fire use of my bowstring, and shoulder gaping with the tip of a faebane laced ash arrow still lodged inside. my palms rested first on his neck, then gripped his shoulders, as his mere presence steadied me. reassured me that we were both still okay.

“ they knew we were coming — what we were looking for. it was a trap, ” shaking my head frantically, heart still pounding, my words came out in panted fragments. “ i could only hold my shields up for so long — and then one of their arrows broke through once i slipped. faebane. ” i bit back a wince as i suddenly became aware of the pain, recalling the sheer number of hybern soldiers coming our way. “ and then your wave of darkness across the field just disappeared. i thought something terrible had happened. ” my face paled as i remembered the utter dread that plagued me. “ so i ran. i knew you needed me. ” just as i needed him.

i thought i had lost him — i could finally admit it now that i knew i hadn’t. he was alive. still standing, as the heart i called mine continued beating. the short hour where i thought he had been taken from me was the worst of my life and felt like an eternity, as i stood on the precipice of oblivion, forced to consider the rest of my immortal life without him — if it ever came to that, i didn’t want it. i knew for certain there was nothing i wouldn’t give up for him. as i pressed my forehead against his, there was nothing i wanted more than to stay in his arms forever.

but we couldn’t — not until all of this was over and hybern’s invasion was fully thwarted. neither of us could sleep until we knew the people we loved were safe. that shared responsibility weighed us both down, our shoulders curled in towards each other with quiet, resigned desperation. there was only one option while our people continued to fall on the battlefield. “ we have to go back. ”

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.

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

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" you saw the suriel. " the only one still alive who knows. any desire to scold her, for being so reckless — for seeking out someone so dangerous, quickly dies in his throat. the irony of doing so isn't lost on him. after all, is he any better? to keep her in the dark for so long, at this point, had been out of pure selfishness. ( because he didn't want her to look at him like that again. because she finally started to come back to life. because he couldn't stand the idea of losing her. )

" it was one of the first outings amarantha took me on. i was there, yes — but i didn't hurt him. " voice filled with only shame, he can hardly stand to look her in the eye. he still remembers her face, how she managed to somehow remain a steady rock for her father to lean on. the price he paid later on for refusing to harm a man in front of his own daughter. how he longed to pay them a visit that same day to give them enough money to disappear, but knew the cost of her finding out was much too great.

" i thought i recognized you when we first met. it's why i was trying to get you away from tamlin, away from all of this. but then you gave me a fake name, and i started to second guess myself. " jaw clenches, teeth grinding through the pain as he shifts, straightening his back. " by the time she asked me for your name, i had figured it out. i decided i couldn't do nothing again, so i gave her the fake name. to protect you. "

his eyes finally flicker to meet hers, chest tightening at the sight. the same girl he saw all those years ago. " i should have told you as soon as you decided to stay with us. perhaps before then. but i didn't want to risk you going back to him. i didn't want to risk losing you for good. " he moves his palm through his hair, slicking back stray strands from his face. gaze averts, falling onto motel carpet. " but i cannot ask you to stay. if you were to leave, i wouldn't blame you. i was foolish to think for a second that i might have deserved you. "

“ you do not get to ask questions, ” i quickly crossed the distance of the tiny motel room i had stashed him in, throwing the bag of first aid equipment at his feet. i ripped the soaked, makeshift bandage i had made him earlier out of a worn t-shirt off of him, anger and agony rippling off my shaky hands. my eyes wandered over his wound only briefly, satisfied to know he at least wasn’t about to bleed to death in front of me. while i seriously considered leaving him there to fend for himself, my fickle hands redressed him in swarms of gauze.

“ you knew? you were there? you were a part of it? ” the pain in my voice cracked, battling for dominance against the fury that registered through me. he hadn’t even tried to deny it. betrayal and shock pierced me deep in my core, as blood pounded in my ears. i stood over him, staring him down. he’d never appeared so weak or frightened before. i struggled to fight off the stifling urge to feel any more sympathy for him. “ when exactly were you planning on telling me? ”

i still remembered so much of it clearly — my sheer helplessness, the sound of my sisters crying in the other room, the crunch of bone as they broke my father’s leg, and his deafening scream, drowning out his tormentor’s sadistic laughter. to know that rhys was there and hadn’t told me. that he had known my father was a criminal, just as rhys was. just as i had become. after everything we had shared, after everything that could be, something in me cracked — hurting, like it hadn’t hurt in ages. “ give me one good reason why i shouldn’t leave you here for them to find right now. ”