Girlie So Pretty He Forgot That He Should Be Brooding

girlie so pretty he forgot that he should be brooding

azriel is very self-conscious about his hands

with nesta:

with elain:

but not with gwyn:

he does not think about his insecurities when he’s with gwyn :’)

If Gwyn really was a luring lightsinger, it would just make her ten times hotter.

Siren version of the little mermaid? You bet your ass I'm buying that book.

I know Gwyn's powers have already been hinted and absolutely love the possibility she has some really unique, special power, but...

the dAMN PARASITES IN ME still wonder sometimes what it would be like if she had no power or very "small amounts" of it.

I would find a really interesting topic to read and discover more about, how it would feel for her to be powerless while surrounded by incredibly powerful beings. When war comes and she has to fight side by side with Lady Death and The Lord of Bloodshed, while she's simply... Gwyn.

She's not the Cauldron's favorite or blessed by the Mother. No magical sword chose her, her singing sounds special simply because it's beautiful and she definitely can't breathe underwater or lure someone. All she has is a simple, common sword, a witty mind and some training.

And that sounds so unfair when she dedicated her whole life to worship the Mother and the Cauldron, when she was born fae and yet the former human girls who reject fae religion are the chosen ones. Their enemies could kill her in a blink, while the people around her can defend themselves with ice wolves, or silver flames, or freaking sentient shadows. She's nothing but herself, and that seems insufficient. But she'll find out that's more than enough.

and quoting my dear Knife Wife, Wraith of the Barrel, Inej Ghafa: "[...] What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway [...]"

and I could write an essay about Gwyn and Inej's similarities, but it's a dangerous topic because one is the most perfect character I've ever read about and the other one is... written by SJM. Don't get me wrong, Gwyn is my favorite SJM character and she's quite well written, but it's unfair to compare them.

Perhaps Something Greater

link to Ao3

Hi everyone! I saw all those beautiful fanarts of Gwyn and Catrin, and just had to write something about them. So, this is a quick drabble for day 1 of @gwynweekofficial.

I hope you like it!

The night of the Great Rite was always one of chaos. Amidst flowy fabrics and perfume sprays, you could sometimes distinguish a priestess or another, but the children—Gwyn and Catrin included, at the ripe age of sixteen—were advised to stay as far away as possible from the females preparing. Gwyn wondered why.

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She and Catrin climbed to the top of their favorite tree after Isobel shouted at them for the fifth time that night. Between the breeches and leaves, all Gwyn could see was the shining, silver moon and its reflection on the river. And her sister's beautiful face.

“Perhaps they all go naked and hug each other...” Catrin mused.

Gwyn laughed at Catrin's attempts to guess what exactly happened in the Rite. They knew males and females copulated, of course. It was a subject of great importance to the priestess who taught them biology, for the girls to know what exactly happened between two people for a child to take root. But it was odd, the need to have a huge get-together of sorts, just to have sex.

“Stop this nonsense. They may simply... reunite so the magic is stronger.”

Catrin shrugged, all charm and beauty. She was a spitting image of their mother, with her dark hair and pale complexion, no freckles in sight. Gwyn probably got her colors from their father, but that was something she would never be sure of. Suddenly, Catrin's smile faded and she looked at the stars, huffing a breath.

“Do you think we will participate in it someday? In the Rite, I mean?”

Gwyn considered her. Priestesses of Sangravah were only allowed to participate in the Rite after completely finishing their studies—not only in biology and mathematics or philosophy and literature, but also in their studies about the Mother and the universe. It was a breaking point for all of them, for they could have way more freedom than before.

“I really think so. We are doing well, Cat. We can do it.”

Catrin absently nodded. “Yes, I know. But sometimes... it feels really meaningless, you know?” She stared intently at Gwyn, her huge blue eyes a little wild. “I mean, is that our life? Study, pray, graduate, and then babies?”

Gwyn studied her sister. They had already talked about it, how they were raised almost to be just mothers. How Catrin sometimes wanted... more.

“It is... odd, I know. But I fear we don't have many options.”

Catrin's eyes glinted with mist as the wind gently blew her hair. “We could run.” This rakish smile illuminated her face.

Gwyn's mouth went fully agape, and her sister laughed.

“We can't run!”

“Why not?”

“Cat, we have a whole life here! And, only Mother knows what they’ll do to females like... us, out there.”

The mood darkened, growing heavier as they thought of their mother. Of how she went to take a swim and came back weeks later, dragged by the river flow, a gaping wound where her heart was supposed to be.

“I know, I know. I just... wonder sometimes. If I am fit to be a mother.”

Gwyn's cheeks burned a little when she thought about her own dreams. Dreams of a little girl she would cradle and love and care for, as soon as possible. She reached for Catrin's hands.

“I know. Perhaps there is another path for you, my beloved sister. There's no shame in wanting different things, and I pray for you to find your way.”

Catrin puffed and rolled her eyes, but Gwyn could see the grateful, loving glint in them.

“Enough of talking like our High Priestess. I think the carriages are here. Should we go down to spy on them?”

Gwyn threw her head back and laughed before agreeing with her sister. As they watched the carriages go away, she wondered when she would be the one leaving inside them.

She hoped Catrin would be by her side, too.

bro really said "I hate people and living beings and conversations but this one looks kinda cute, I like it. Lemme tease the hell out of her"

Gwyn week is knocking at my door and, for all the files organized by alphabetic order, color and subject in my dear head, I've written nothing.

Ps: HoTWG stands for "House of The Wind Gang", as odd as the acronym sounds.

Or any other suggestions you guys would like to read🫶