#Meanwhile me 🧍 looking frantically for someone I won't have to do the whole acting song and dance for in order to have a basic conversation

[beansidhebumbling]

He wishes she would haunt him again with her sweet curses. That she would invade his nightmares once more like she did that first night. She's already occupied his every waking thought, why not his unconscious ones too?

And so he lies staring at the dangling glass of the chandelier above his head, waiting for his eyes to grow heavy so he may see that pale sharp face. Mor's knocking at his locked apartment door is a distant distraction when the hope of her, the blessed darkness that signals her arrival is so near.

Night comes but then the damned light of dawn. His eyelashes flicker and the chandelier refracts rainbows across the back wall. No summoning spell can summon a ghost who does not want to be found. Rhysand has become quite familiar with regret since first meeting her. But the oily dread that coats his gut is a new and unwelcome addition.

Nesta Archeron has been dead for six months but this is the first day she is gone.