Imagine five hundred years of longing
Five hundred years of wanting. 182.500 days of needing from afar. Respecting boundaries, never taking action. The small gestures were all rejected.
The endless hesitation. The eternal control and vigilance.
Your hand, those deeply scarred hands, dare to reach her for one second. One impulsive moment, and the rejection was so sharp it burned. Burned you like your brothers did all those years ago.
So you keep yourself in the shadows, only watching the Truth keeper you swear will be your forever love. The one the Cauldron promised.
Five hundred years.
And then, sunshine.
It starts with just a flash of light, similar to when you forget that small glimpse in the curtains and it stings your eyes in the morning.
She asks you about flying. You tell her about how the wind sings.
The days passes, the sun is not always shining bright. But your hands, those deeply scarred hands, are enveloped by soft skin. And you swear you heard as she whispered beautiful. No one has ever called you beautiful before. Not your past lovers, not even Truth keeper.
Your hands burn again, but for a different reason this time.
She grieves and stare at the void. Those were the cloudy days, so you take her to the gardens. She also enjoys the silence, like yourself. But with her presence, the quiet is no longer cold. She is light, and she is warm.
In those tempestuous times of war, the enemy dares take that sunshine away. Suddenly living another five hundred years doesn’t seem as important. You would risk it all in getting her back. Because without this new found hope inhabiting the globe, what is the point?
Still chained, she kissed you in the open, in a display of gratitude. That warm light again; hitting your senses.
She saves the world armed with a part of yourself. And with a smile that lights up everything in the room, she expresses the wish of building new gardens. To give the world life and hope.
Five hundred years of restlessness are not heavy anymore. Because for once, you’re not alone.
She sees you. From your wings, your traumatized hands to your chronic headaches and silent brooding.
She sees you, religiously. And that’s when you first question…
What if the Cauldron was wrong?
Because you’re touching her and it feels right. In the gardens, by the kitchen. Brush of fingers, longing glances.
In your endless imortal time, that primal need is unheard of. Seasons change, and it still pulses there. You had changed houses, but the sleepless nights followed you everywhere.
You’re not supposed to be craving someone promised to another.
So you risk it again. In the longest night, you offer her what you have, she gives you permission to take it. In your hands, those deeply scarred hands. The promise of unrestrained touch nearly brings you to your knees.
But once again, fate fails you.
You’re interrupted. Initially by your brother, but it’s the High Lord speaking. Ordering you to stay away. To go into the shadows again, until you’re nothing, nothing at all.
You miss sunshine. Everyday.
W hat if the Cauldron was wrong?
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Violet letting go of Xaden's hand in front of the council and Xaden just letting out a big sigh and grabbing it back. Perfection.
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I see them here too
And so does @intairnwetrust 🌸 thank you for the suggestion! I love sketching Elriel inspired by cats
These beautiful cats are taken from this video
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Media: Publish article after article about how Elain’s book is likely next with Azriel as the love interest.
Elriels: Share articles excitedly, and discuss the possibility that Sarah’s team or BB is involved in this in some way.
Gw*nriels: “Elriels are so delusional. You can’t rely on any of these articles. SJM has nothing to do with them, and these authors don’t know what they’re talking about.”
Me: Then explain to me, slowly, why NONE of the articles from legitimate publications center gw*nriel as the likely next couple, and most don’t even mention the possibility of gw*nriel. Gw*nriel fans are EXTREMELY vocal in the fandom, so (most of if not all of) these authors are aware of the ship, and yet they still don’t discuss it as a legitimate possibility. Why not??? Please, explain it to me. I’ll wait!!
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So then why are you here, Xaden ?
Because I can't seem to stay away-
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OKAY, I'm sorry. I admit I'm a clown for shitting on Fourth Wing from the get-go. But DAMN is it so enjoyable. Yes, it's far from perfect. There's something about the writing style that's off to me (maybe the anachronistic dialogue and modern-day terminologies being used) but that doesn't subtract from the sheer entertainment I got while reading it.
And yes, I also admit that Xaden Riorson really is THAT MAN. The hype around this guy is justified, y'all.
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The day we find out Azriel’s shadows are a defense mechanism just like we said, and it turns out that they disappear when he feels safe JUST LIKE WE SAID…I will be insufferable
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decided that my favorite book trope is when the female love interest is in mortal peril and the male main character goes absolutely fucking feral to protect her
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THANK YOUU. I'm hooked by chapter 1 and downloaded the epub right away!!
I'm suddenly craving elriel fanfics with contemporary and friends-to-lovers tropes. If you ever pass by this post, please send me recs 😭🥹
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Bat Boys and Archeron Sisters - A Court of Thorns and Roses
Artist: @/nicki.li_
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