He fought to stay as close to me as he could. Tamlin had let me go at every turn, even in the beginning. The way Rhys held my hand and didn’t let go - a sure and constant stable in my life - was proof enough of their difference. Why did I even think about Tamlin in the first place? He’d told me to stop comparing them after that scene in the Court of Nightmares and still I hadn’t and I was a fool for doing so. Maybe he’d heard me thinking about Tamlin after all. And I was heartbreakingly disappointed by it, more than I should have been. I was mildly surprised thinking surely he’d want to stay after the night we’d just had, the one where I hadn’t let go of him for hours, had nearly fallen asleep in his arms. Our hands started to drop as Rhys let go so he could retreat to his own room. And I wanted it so badly, more than I had known these past two months outside the layers of flirtation and fighting we danced between. I’d never let myself dare imagine that I could have a home with Rhys, but tonight proved that I could. He was spinning through song after song, his hands finding me each and every time so I didn’t topple over and when the night had been too much, he offered me his shoulder to lean on and rest.Īnd it was so wonderfully nice. He was the gravity holding me down so I didn’t fall to pieces. He’d taken me on that balcony and I’d felt peace for the first time in my life. All the little moments from the dust I’d drawn around on his hands to the kiss he’d placed on my cheek, the dancing, the drinks, the lights, but most of all it was him. Starfall washed over me before he parted. It was the first time he’d called me that without some kind of snark behind it. Finally, he simply lifted the hand he’d been holding, turning it over in his palm to kiss the back of it, and bid me a tender, “Goodnight, Feyre darling.” Part of me was petrified he would while another part of me was even more terrified he wouldn’t. He seemed to debate whether or not to say something. “I’m sorry,” I said realizing we must have been standing there for an awkward space while my mind did backflips. We’d stopped outside my room and Rhys was looking at me with quiet concern while I looked back at him wondering how this man had become so much to me in the past two months, more than I dared admit. Could I really find it in me to betray him for Rhys? The fact that I was even asking the question implied I wanted to betray him for Rhys and that thought terrified me. The letter was one thing, but I knew deep down it wouldn’t be enough for him. I still hadn’t even properly broken things with Tamlin. I checked my mental shields hoping they were still intact in my sleepy state, that he hadn’t heard me, but everything seemed fine.īesides, if I dared to love Rhysand, who was to say it wouldn’t go the way things had with Tamlin. A few months ago I would have had every insult in the world to hurl at him and now… He was… my mind clouded with a dizzyness that couldn’t come up with anything negative to say anymore. I thought my skin might crack open and bleed from the loss of contact.Īs we walked through the townhouse towards my room leaving Velaris’s pale pink skies behind us, I remembered another long night that had dragged on until the early hues of morning shone, one that had ended with stolen kisses and the first bright streaks of new love. It felt oddly pleasant.īut what struck me as even odder was the feeling that I didn’t want it to go away when he set me down. We flew back to the townhouse, wind whipping against us, but it was warm against Rhys’s chest. “Only a little.” He lifted me into his arms, cradling me against his chest before taking off into the sky. Rhys was looking down at me softly, our bodies still swaying faintly even though the music had stopped, though I didn’t know when it had. He said my name one more time and I blinked my eyes open. Hopefully there’s something good in it and if not, at least there’s smut! ) And it’s hard to boil down 15-20 chapters of Feyre’s emotional journey into one fic, but this fic would have been catastrophically long had I teased it out to match what Sarah gave us, so… this overly wordy OOC monstrosity is what I’m left with. I just don’t think I write Feyre very well, but it felt wrong to make this a Rhys POV. I wish this one had turned out better overall, though I don’t hate it or anything. This is for who requested: Would you write a smutty fic about where Feyre knows and accepts theīond at Starfall and Rhys takes her to the cabin I just thought about NSFW (Though only near the end after the cut partway through You can read up to the cut and be fine if you wanted.)
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