Tag: a court of mist and fury

zoyalina:

get to know me meme: [7/30] female characters – Mor

I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered.
It suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you’ll understand me, Feyre, when I
say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to you,
and that with enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation.
You do what you love, what you need.

rykesmeadow:

acowar countdown challenge week 5 | favorite otp: Nesta x Cassian

Cassian’s breathing turned jagged as her eyes flicked to his mouth, as her body came flush with his… He didn’t care. Didn’t give a shit as she rose up on her toes, her mouth nearing his-

Pain exploded between his legs, knocking the breath from his chest as that gods-damned knee of hers indeed found its mark.

Cassian staggered back, swearing viciously. She snorted, looking down at him as he fell on his ass into an armchair, clutching his stomach, trying to reorder his brain-

“You’re all the same,” She said, imperious as the night and cold as the dawn. “Perhaps being an immortal makes you predictable.”

“You,” he gasped out.

A low laugh broke from those lips, which he’d been fully prepared to taste, to devour–

vvolchitsa:

acowar countdown challenge ≡ april 16 – april 22 [favorite otp]

I did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with me. My friend through so many dangers—who had fought for me when no one else would, even myself.
“Of course I’ll dance with you,” Rhys said, his voice still raw. “All night, if you wish.”
“Even if I step on your toes?”
“Even then.”
He leaned in, brushing his mouth against my heated cheek. I closed my eyes at the whisper of a kiss, at the hunger that ravaged me in its wake, that might ravage Prythian. And all around us, as if the world itself were indeed falling apart, stars rained down.

rhysfcyre:

Favorite moments of ACoTaR-series (1/?) ⇛ Starfall

He leaped back with a curse. I laughed, the sound rasping out of me. Not a chuckle or snort, but cackling laugh. And I laughed, again and again, as he lowered his hands from his eyes.

The entire left side of his face had been hit. Like heavenly war paint, that’s what it looked like. I could see why he didn’t want me to wipe mine away.

Rhys was examining his hands, covered in the dust, and i stepped toward him, peering at the way it glowed and glittered. He went still as death as I took one of his hands in my own and traced a star shape on the top of his palm, playing with the glimmer and shadows, until it looked like one of the stars that had hit us.

His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even noticed what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly.

“Smile again,” he whispered.