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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-  "

he savors every second, every shudder under his touch egging him on further. movements are slow, taunting & teasing, skilled in the ways of torture. a game to see how long it takes before he can break him, that he intends on stretching out for as long as he can — until cassian is pleading for release.

there is sadistic pride in the effect he has on him: the male who he has seen bring armies down singlehandedly, submitting himself so freely to his high lord. now unable to even speak. he decides to challenge it, push him over the edge one last time. lithe fingers sliding over venous wing, his own twitching with desire. he finds the apex of nerves with ease, circling for a moment too long ...

" hm? " feigned innocence swallows the smirk threatening his lips at the insult, rhysand's gaze following him as shoulders simply shrug. " my fingers slipped. "

such casualness is washed away as he stalks closer, closing the space between them. his hand moves to slip under cassian's shirt, tracing shapes upon toned stomach. wicked cruelty laces each movement, each stroke lowering until he stops at the band of his pants. he leans in to nip at his ear, voice coated in honeyed mischief.

" what is it that you want then, cassian? "

𝐃𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐒   𝐎𝐅   𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒   𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃,   𝐇𝐈𝐒   tongue   pressed   against   the   roof   of   his   mouth   as   if   ready   to   spill   them   all.   but   his   teeth   clench,   confining   the   muscle   behind   them.   he's   let   this   go   on   for   too   long,   so   long   that   his   knee   has   stopped   its   incessant   bouncing,   that   he   might   not   even   be   breathing   because   he's   afraid   the   slightest   movement   will   end   him,   if   rhysand   didn't   put   him   out   of   his   misery   first.

this   was   torture.   this   was   torture   made   worse   by   the   fact   that   it   was   rhysand   doing   it.   but   because   it   was   him,   cassian   didn't   pull   away.   that,   &    because   pulling   away   meant   giving   rhysand   something   to   gloat   about.   that   was   always   the   dilemma,   wasn't   it?   wanting   to   beat   him   at   these   stupid   games   but   also   wanting   to   submit   to   his   high   lord.

(    one   has   happened   more   than   the   other.   there   is   a   sense   of   pride   in   that   too.   )

@rhysie   𝑠𝑎𝒊𝑑:   ❛   do   you   like   that?   ❜   (he   felt   left   out   </3   4   cass)

yes.   goddess,   yes.   muscles   tense   underneath   skin,   adrenaline   pumping   &   blood   rushing   all   through   out.   he   wants   to   speak,   to   laugh   this   all   off   but   the   beast   can   only   grunt   in   response.   just   a   moment   more.   just   a   little   while   longer.   teeth   dig   into   tongue   to   keep   from   begging.   the   white   noise   in   his   ear   rises   in   pitch   as   a   finger   moves   up   the   length   of   a   bone   in   his   wing,   then   slowly   follows   the   trail   of   a   vein   on   the   thin   membrane-

whole   fucking   body   shudders   &    wing   pulls   away   as   cassian   lunges   out   of   his   seat,   snarling.   he   has   to   tug   at   the   string   of   his   leather   pants,   the   knots   loosening   from   where   his   bulge   threatened   to   spill.

"   don't   be   an   ass.   "

i had just finished acotar & was scrolling the rp tag; u were the most recent & still active blog. i was so intimidated in following u bc we were diff fandoms at the time (i was on vayne) but u were so kind & encouraging & influenced me every step of the way to getting here w my multi 😭 u & @feydarling were my welcome to the acotar fandom & i always think so fondly of u both 💞💖💖💖💞💖💖💞

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💕💕💕 this is so cute.. me and mads are ur parents now. we will support everything you do!! i’m so glad you took the leap and followed me because seeing you on my dash and interacting with you is always such a treat 🥺🥺💕