the-dreamer-of-velaris - Tumblr blog

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

Rhysand: *breathes*

ACOTAR FANDOM:

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

Cassian: I majored in “Chaos” when I was in college.

Nesta: ...you went to COLLEGE?

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

Elain Archeron- A Court of Thorns and Roses

I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed. “Beautiful”

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

Cassian: *sing-screaming* anD IIIIIIIIIIII-eeee-IIIIIIIIII

Cassian: [struts towards Nesta]

Cassian: will aLWAYs loVE

Cassian: [whirls round and points to Azriel]

Cassian: YOUUUUUUU

Feyre: *whispers* is he ok?

Rhys: *whispers back* he’s just going through a phase

Cassian: *drops microphone and stomps foot* IT’S NOT JUST A PHASE, MOM

Rhys: ...it’s lasted about 500 years

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

Feyre Archeron, High Lady of the Night Court and Feyre Cursebreaker

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

In honor of me passing 2k and Sut passing 1k (and our grandma/snowball friendship passing a year ♡) we thought we’d host some Tumblr awards!

Rules: - Must be following @adriata and @zoyanasyalensky - Reblog this post by August 25, winners will be announced August 26 - Check out our edits (optional) - Join @faenet (optional)

Prizes: - A follow from each of us if not following already - Winners: 2-3 edits upon request + a feature on our blogs - Runner-ups: 1 edit upon request + a feature on our blogs

Awards: - Amren award: best url - Hermione Granger award: best desktop theme - Blue Sargent award: best mobile theme - Luna Lovegood award: best creations* - Morrigan award: nicest blogger - Feyre Archeron award: best overall - Inej Ghafa award: Sut’s personal fave - Annabeth Chase award: Lauren’s personal fave * Include your creations tag in the tags when you reblog this post

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

Feysand adopting a cat

Rhys: *strokes the cat*

Cat: *starts purring*

Rhys: *purrs louder*

Cat: *purrs even louder*

Rhys and the cat: *purring intensifies*

Feyre: *enters the room* what the hell is happening

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

Viviane, Lady of the Winter Court (hopefully going to be the second High Lady in the history of Prythian!)

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

“Truth is deadly. Truth is freedom. Truth can break and mend and bind. I am the Morrigan. You know I speak the truth.”

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

Haha 😂 I love the inner circle ❤️

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

“I am the dark lord, who stole away the bride of spring. I am a demon, and a nightmare, and I will meet a bad end. He is the golden prince--the hero who will get to keep you as his reward for not dying of stupidity and arrogance.”

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

Feyre and Rhysand, High Lady and High Lord of the Night Court

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

KoA Spoiler!!

Feyre: The stars are so pretty tonight!

Rhys: You know what else is pretty?

Feyre: * blushes *

Aelin: * appears shooting across the sky* ME BITCHES

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

I like how there is just a TCP reference but anyway here’s mine

Aging with the Ashryvers

You’ve heard of Keeping Up with the Kardashians.  Now get ready for:

Working It with the Whitethorns  

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

Into the Darkness

I have been away wayyyy too long! Sorry about that, and I don’t think my excuses will cut it. But here’s Part 6! And yeah, if your wondering (not that you will be but anyway) I don’t have an update schedule, and so far, I’ve been pretty infrequent. Whoopsies xD

x Message if you wanna be tagged! x

******************

Part 6

Rhysand

I watch as she closes her eyes and her breathing slows. She looks so much younger when she sleeps, and her braid is a rope curling around her head. I could watch her for ages, aeons, she is so peaceful.

How many more nights will I have of this? This half life? This illusioned reality? I don’t know.

Neither do they.

Will I ever? Probably not.

But whatever I had endured, she had experienced worse than I did. Worse.

Far, far worse.

Cauldron… how did she manage it? No. How much longer could she keep it at bay for? Before she shattered completely?

And as if on cue, she began to thrash around in her sleep, her palm freeing of my grip. Her face contorted in pain, and she began to sob, silent tears once again slipping down her pain stricken face. 

My heart tightened in my chest, and I reached over to cup her head as I stand up and brush her hair, her beautiful golden brown hair, away from her tear streaked face, even as she still thrashes around.

I knelt down next to the bed, face in line with hers, and I stared into her face, as if I saw her brilliant blue eyes staring back at mine, as if I could have seen a smile light up her face, even as her body thrashes around.

And I opened my mouth and start to hum.

******************

Feyre

A voice- no, a melody, cuts through this illusioned world, this nightmare. And as another blow is about to fall on me by a man I know all too well, he stops in midair. Freezes. The whole world freezes, and falls apart as my focus goes onto this melody, this song.

The world shatters; and breaks into a million pieces. And then it all fades into darkness. 

And I am left alone in this world long since faded into shadow. Alone with the melody which sounds through every dark corner, across this illusioned universe. 

The music fills me, ebbs through me, and only when it starts to flow away, quietening, is when I realise that I had closed my eyes. All this time. When the world faded into darkness.

And so I open them. And I see a world of violet staring back at me. The world- no he, blinks and I see Rhysand’s face, and suddenly I realise that it was his voice drawing me away from the horror, his melody being a tether, drawing me back, beckoning me to open me eyes.

Rhys avoided my gaze, “It’s what my mother used to sing to me whenever my nightly horrors chased me. I still hear her voice.”

Right, because Tamlin… No, I wouldn’t think about him now. Couldn’t think about what he had done. What he had hidden from me.

“I… thank you,” my voice trailed away from me.

“What did you dream of tonight, darling?” His voice spared me from continuing any further.

Green eyes and blonde hair. Punches and kicks and blood. Cuts and scrapes and fury. Utter fury. But I only took a deep breath, my body shuddering in response to the memory, to him. And so I only reply “Him,” because I knew that Rhysand knew who I was speaking about. Who haunted my memories, my mind. 

Perhaps he knew that I had not told anyone about this, perhaps he only felt pity for me. But there was no pity on his beautiful features. No, there was only that frozen rage, and... concern for me. 

And so he said, compassion lining his voice. “Tell me. Tell me how it all began. How you… how you came to love him. How you came to develop this sickness. How you ended up here. I want to hear your story… All of it.”

And maybe it was the aftermath of the nightmare, maybe it was his comfort, but, I opened my mouth and began my tale.

*****

“Before I met Tamlin, I had spent my hours working at a florist with my sister, Elain, as my part time job. I only was allowed to study up until high school, but ever since I could remember, I had wanted to study art at Velaris University, and all I wanted to do was spend my time painting, when there was enough stability and money.

I had never been free, even when I was a child. And although I was the youngest in my family, I was thrust with the responsibility of caring for my alcoholic, sick father. My oldest sister, Nesta, was the most like our mother, though she was always private and cold. My sister Elain… She was a gentle grower, and she tended a small garden in the warmer months. It was… very beautiful. I’m sure it still is. 

I met Tamlin when out in the country, quite a while away from the city. I was there to visit a gallery in a town called the Spring Court, where I had heard that there were very beautiful paintings being kept there. I had come to study them, trying to give myself tips on how to improve my work. And I had. I visited the gallery, and the paintings were indeed beautiful. Unlike anything that I had ever seen.

After I had visited the gallery, I wandered the town to see what else it offered. I stumbled across a garden. Full of roses. At the time I thought they were beautiful, but now, whenever I recall the memory, all I see is blood. As if the whole field was bleeding…” I shook my head. I was going off topic. But Rhys’ eyes held nothing but understanding. To feel pain. To see death.

“And that’s where I saw him- Tamlin. He was staring at the roses, inspecting them here and there. But when he looked at me, all I could see were his green eyes. His green eyes, which matched the stems and leaves of the roses around us. And he was kind… so kind to me.

He… we started going out after that. And one outing to into a few, and then almost daily. I… I don’t know how I was so blinded, so ignorant, but after I had come to stay with Tamlin… he became more and more possessive, so much more protective. And I became as free as a caged bird.” My voice cracked, and tears began running down my face, but I didn’t make a move to wipe them away. 

“He wouldn’t let me see my sisters, my few friends. He wouldn’t let me eat what I wanted, he wouldn’t let me outside alone, unaccompanied. He wouldn’t…” I shook my head again. “He locked me inside his manor… He locked me up… He broke my bones, bruised me repeatedly and I forgot what I really looked like, what I really felt like when I wasn’t being beaten. And I couldn’t… couldn’t get free.

I don’t know how I… how I let myself be fooled into love like that. Perhaps it was because I was so ravaged by whatever this life is, that I fell in love with the first person, the first thing that showed me any kindness. But I loved him… I really did. And I think his drive to protect won over his sense, his sense to feel what I needed. And it broke me so that we no longer fit and now… now I don’t know what to feel anymore”

******************

Tagging: @amusedowl @lord-douglas-the-third @highladyofthesith @ladyblackstairs @rory050 @booksworldsposts @the-smoldering-illyrian-beauty @queentearss @rosegoldarti @fanfictionrecommendations-com @tangledraysofsunshine @thesurielships @bookaholicx @toallthebooksireadbefore @ourbooksuniverse @l0sts0uls1128 @beforeyouleapoverthink @whilma-warfstache @sewingmonster @chemicha @perrnth @feyre-therabeaux @lesbeanpride @shadowstar2313 @fourshizzle149

[the-dreamer-of-velaris]

There you are, I've been looking for you.

A friendly reminder:

So you know how a lot of famous couples will have a certain saying that has an inside meaning for them?

The Princess Bride: “As you wish”

Fault in our stars: “okay”

Rowaelin: “To whatever end.”

The Notebook: “if you’re a bird, I’m a bird”

And so on. For Rhys and Feyre, I imagine theirs being “There you are, I’ve been looking for you.”. Those words have a lot of meaning for them. Those were the very first words ever uttered between the two, and they had a lot of meaning even if feyre didn’t know at the time. Rhys had literally been dreaming about this girl who he had never met.

At parties they throw, when they cross paths momentarily Feyre will say it to Rhys and for a moment he’s taken back to that moment and he knows it’s her way of saying “I love you, I miss you, I’m here for you, always.”

And when they’ve been apart for too long, and they’re at the end of their ropes. Rhys comes up behind Feyre silently and wraps his hands around her waist whispering “There you are, I’ve been looking for you.” And it literally cracks her heart because of the depth of those words in their relationship.

They had both been looking for one another and didn’t even know it for so long.

Feyre painted the beauty of the night sky. She was drawn to the stars and never knew why until she learned the the high lord of the night court was her mate.

Rhys dreamt about his mate even before she met Tamlin. They found eachother. And as the years go by they will continue to say those words to one another to remind themselves where they began and how far they’ve come.