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February 12 - February 12, 2025
Ramiel.
Eternal and ageless.
monolith.
Polina.
“Ressina.”
“What sort of things do you paint?” My question was soft as the snow falling past us. Ressina smiled slightly. “The things that need telling.”
From a slumbering,
quiet place inside me, the painting name flitted by. Frost and Starlight.
“Your concern warms me more than any winter fire, my love.”
“You were born on the longest night of the year.” His fingers again stroked down my back. Lower. “You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning.”
“I love you,” he breathed. “More than life, more than my territory, more than my crown.”
Warm, buttery sunlight through the leaves, setting them glowing like rubies and citrines. The damp, earthen scent of rotting things beneath the leaves and roots she lay upon. Had been thrown and left upon.
Emerie.
He’d seen Nesta in that particular pose, too. He called it her I Will Slay My Enemies pose. Cassian had named about two dozen poses for Nesta at this point. Ranging from I Will Eat Your Eyes for Breakfast to I Don’t Want Cassian to Know I’m Reading Smut. The latter was his particular favorite.
The Band of Exiles.”
“To the blessed darkness from which we are born, and to which we return.”
“I asked Nuala to do it in that order,” Elain said as the others gathered round. “Because you’re the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.”
Athelwood.
Ellia
Kallon,
To the stars who listen, Feyre. I brushed a hand over his cheek to wipe away the last of his tears, his skin warm and soft, and we turned down the street that would lead us home. Toward our future—and all that waited within it. To the dreams that are answered, Rhys.
