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He had been hunting for her since the moment she was taken from him. His mate.
I will find you.
The prince whose scent was kissed with pine and snow, the scent of that kingdom she had loved with her heart of wildfire.
Only cold-blooded predator. Hell-bent on finding the queen who held his heart.
think of what I wish to be, and the change starts within here first. Always, the heat comes from here.” The spider settled her stare on him. “If you wish to be something, king-with-no-crown, then be it. That is the secret to the shifting. Be what you wish.”
Be what you wish—a thing far easier said than done.
She hadn’t said anything when she’d found the white strips of linen at the bottom of Lorcan’s bag. Waiting for her next cycle. She hadn’t been able to find the words, anyway. Not with what it would crumple in her chest to even think them.
They’d walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.
“That fact will always remain. It’s how you make it count now that matters.”
“Caring doesn’t make you weak,” he offered.
Aelin continued as well. So Rowan followed her, as he would follow her until his last breath, and beyond it.
He was here. It was him, and he’d come for her.
He didn’t blame her. Knew it would take time, time and distance, to heal the internal wounds. If they could ever really heal at all.
But he’d work with her, help in whatever way he could. And if she never returned to who she had been before this, he would not love her any less.
Always a Man, Rowan… I wish you were real
“I told you once that even if death separated us, I would rip apart every world until I found you.”
“You should have gone to Terrasen. It needs you.” “I need you more.” He didn’t balk from the stark honesty roughening his voice.
“So one mistake and I am your eternal enemy?”
That part
To walk this path together, back from the darkness of the iron coffin. To face what waited in Terrasen, ancient promises to the gods be damned.
Beauty. There was still beauty in this world. Stars could still glow, still burn bright, even buried under the earth.
“I am a Crochan,” she said. “And I am an Ironteeth witch.” She flexed her fingers, willing the stiffness from them. “The Ironteeth are my people, too. Regardless of what my grandmother may decree. They are my people, Blueblood and Yellowlegs and Blackbeak alike.” And she would bear the weight of what she’d created, what she’d trained, forever.
I wondered why you weren’t my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did.” He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. “All this time, I wanted it to be you.”
Not a child of war. But of peace.
He hadn’t meant it. He took it back, all those words. Useless. He’d called her useless. Had thrown her into the snow naked. He took it back.
It's to late…
But as her muscles soothed beneath that loving touch, her soul with it,
Gently, Rowan gripped her wrists and lowered them. “You do not face this alone.”
Aelin whispered, “I wanted to die by the end, before she ever threatened me with the collar. And even now, I feel like someone has ripped me from myself. Like I’m at the bottom of the sea, and who I am, who I was, is far up at the surface, and I will never get back there again.”
Same babe
Rowan wrapped her in his arms and pulled her onto his lap. “I am so tired,” she wept. “I am so, so tired, Rowan.”
Rowan held her until her weeping eased and she lay still, nestled against his chest.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “For all of it, Elide.” There, he’d said it, and laid it out before her. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. But Elide’s face did not warm. “I don’t care,” she said, turning on her heel. “And I don’t care if you walk off that battlefield tomorrow.”
You go girl
“And a day of death has made me want to hold you,”
“I was once forced to crawl before men. And gods above, I nearly crawled for you these months. And yet it takes me nearly dying for you to realize that you’ve been an ass? It takes me nearly dying for you to see me as human again?”
Pretty Much
Lysandra put a hand on her chest, right over her own shredded heart. “I wanted it to be you,”
“And you threw me into the snow.”
Yup, he sure did!!
She didn’t know how, and had never bothered to learn. You’re afraid. Yes, she was. Of everything.
“You came,” Manon said, “because you have no true power beyond what we give you. And you are scared to death that we’re about to take it away.”
“You did not kill me then,” Manon said to her grandmother. “I do not think you will be able to now.”
She was not a broken-spirited Wing Leader unsure of her place in the world. She was not ashamed of the truth before her. She was not afraid.
No, she was not afraid at all.
He should have known then, during those days in Mistward, when he found himself sharing parts of himself, his history, that he’d never told anyone. When he found himself needing to tell her, in fragments and pieces, yes, but he’d wanted her to know. And Aelin had wanted to hear it. All of it.
Aelin and Rowan fought back-to-back,
He got her back, & thats all I need
Yet when the battle was done, what would remain? Nothing. Elide had made that clear enough. She loved him, but she hated herself for it.
Real Shxt
He hadn’t deserved her anyway.
THAT PART!!!!!!
She deserved a life of peace, o...
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This is why I think of Him At Night
She had come for him. Had found him, somehow, on this endless battlefield.
Ofc!! Ur my mf baby
His name on her lips had been a summons he could never deny, even when death had held him so gently, nestled beneath all those he’d felled, and waited for his last breaths.
“I love you,” he whispered in Elide’s ear. “I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken.” Her tears flowed past him in the wind. “And I will be with you …” His voice broke, but he made himself say the words, the truth in his heart. “I will be with you always.”
“Of course I’m afraid. Anyone in their right mind would be. But my task is more important than fear, I think.”
Aedion fitted his helmet onto his head, the metal bitingly cold. “None came ten years ago. But maybe someone will bother this time.”
No hint of pain beyond a dull throb down his back and tight pull across his stomach. He managed to lift his head enough to rip away the heavy wool blanket covering his naked body. Where he’d been able to see his insides, only a thick red scar remained.
Hot
Wincing at the lingering ache in his body, Lorcan stretched his arm just enough to touch her fingers. They were cold, their tips so much smaller than his.
