#feyrextamlin 001

[lockwords]

Being by herself after returning to Spring was something she was still having trouble getting used to. Not that she wasn't absolutely relieved about being back -- of course she was, it was home after all. The beauty, the brightness, the light, the flowers, the sun -- they all brought her immense relief, it was everything she had been devoid of for months. But that wasn't enough, she couldn't spend her days just feeling relief about the fact that she wasn't trapped under the mountain anymore. There should be more to feel. Even with the elaborate tattoo on her hand, the eye which seemed to follow her, covered by her glove now as it was, there should be more to feel. But somehow, she felt empty. Hollow. She was home but the past few months still gave her nightmares, as much as she wished to let it go and move forward. But she tried, and Tamlin tried -- they all tried. It was all they could do.

She refused to let her mind wander back to those horrifying days, walking the grounds of the Spring Court, letting its familiarity make her feel at home. She walked the many paths silently, grateful for the safety she had in Tamlin's Court. She wandered aimlessly, when a voice broke the silence. She knew Alis hadn't meant to scare her when she came to speak to her, she knew. Yet her voice made Feyre jump, a small yelp leaving her lips, looking around in panic before her eyes fell on her and she forced herself to calm down. It was just Alis. It was just Alis. It was just Alis. It took her a while to convince the other that she was alright. Of course Alis knew she wasn't completely alright but she gave in after Feyre insisted otherwise for a while, telling her of what Tamlin had requested instead. A smile grew on Feyre's lips at the mention of her High Lord. She tried to feign disappointment when the faerie wouldn't say why he had summoned her, but she couldn't keep it up for too long, she was too happy to have the chance to spend more time with him Tamlin, she didn't care why. "I will meet him, Alis, Thank you."

She hummed to herself, a new spring in her step as she made her way briskly by herself to the glade. Her mind threatened to wander as always, but that was only until her eyes fell on him. He was far away but his otherworldly beauty hit her just as it did the first she had ever laid eyes on him, and she knew it would be so for all the years to come. She sped up towards him without even realizing it. It was true that the Spring Court felt like home to her -- there was a reason for it, and it was him. He was Spring. As dark as their days had been recently, he was still Spring. He was her home, and she let thoughts of him fill the emptiness within her. Everything felt lighter on seeing him, a smile growing on her lips. Mine, she thought to herself and that thought brought her quite a bit of happiness. She had fought for him, she had died for him, and she had him, he was hers now. My High Lord. On reaching him, her hands went around his neck, every other worry that plagued her mind slipped away as she looked up at him. "I was summoned by the High Lord, I was told." she said, her tone playful as she looked up and her eyes met his. "Pray tell me, what he wants with me?"

The Wild of Spring @lockinspo

Tamlin still wasn’t used to seeing Feyre walking the grounds of the Spring Court and his heart not jumping within his chest. Only weeks ago, he’d watched her die in his arms. Her blood stained her cheeks and his tears washed it away. Despite the time that had passed, it still felt like he was there — frozen in that moment, never to see her again. Now, he watched from a distance as she walked along the gravel paths. Although she wore a smile, often, he couldn’t help but feel that there was something so much deeper.

There was for him. Neither one had managed to find the words to speak of it yet. He held his hands back, watching the ground moved as he walked. All he wanted was to know the thoughts that swirled beyond her placid visage. He bit his lip, swallowing hard. They would make it through this, wouldn’t they?

They would. They’d made it through so much worse.

Tamlin quickened his pace and made his way to the kitchen, where he found Alis bossing around the new, poor chef. Bless her soul — training an entire household in only weeks. She must be tired. He politely waited until the conversation ended and then requested a picnic basket from the chef.

“Alis?” He asked. “Can you ask Feyre to meet me in the glade? For lunch?”

Alis gave him a knowing smile. “Yes, my lord. I’m assuming you don’t mind the pants and tunic?”

His eyebrows wrinkled. What was she talking about? “Never…why?”

“People have been talking.” The housemistress sighed. “Say she’s still a bit wild for a High Lady.”

Tamlin pressed his lips into a frown. “Feyre may wear whatever brings her the most comfort. If the rumors don’t stop, send the culprits to my office tonight.”

Alis nodded quickly as he headed to the door. “Koda?” She asked.

“Yes?” Tamlin’s attention was recaptured at the use of his nickname.

“Might you run a brush through your hair. You look a bit wild yourself.”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling. “Wild is always welcome in Spring.”