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.

tonight-thestreetsareours:

     Once there was a little girl who played her music for a little boy in the wood. She was small and dark, he was tall and fair, and the two of them made a fancy pair as they danced together, dancing to the music the little girl heard in her head.
     Her grandmother had told her to beware the wolves that prowled in the wood, but the little girl knew the little boy was not dangerous, even if he was the king of the goblins.

 S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong