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December 23 - December 24, 2023
fucking the first person to ask,
Wow, an MC who has experience in the sex department. Fucking finally.
Saffron jumped when Luvon raised a fatherly hand to tuck some hair from his eyes,
The fact that “fatherly” had to be added is sus.
“It’s apple wine!” Saffron exclaimed frantically. “The—the wine is made with apples! I only just realized, and the prince is allergic…”
I would’ve just let the bastard drink it lmfao
He’d always known high fey to be cruel—but Cylvan was worse. Cylvan, his dear Cylvan… was so much worse than Saffron could have ever imagined.
The shock of the century. A fae??? Cruel???? What????
“You poor thing. Boo hoo. Waah,”
Lmfao
“You have nice legs,” Cylvan answered, eyes flickering downward as he said it, as if to remind himself. “For a beantighe.”
Cylvan with the rizz
He suddenly felt nervous again, like he was indeed getting caught up in a deal with a fey thing his human ancestors always meant to warn him about.
You are, though
Arrow. On their back, chest and stomach torn open, struggling to breathe as blood filled their mouth.
Lemme guess. Saffron is gonna feel guilty about this death for the entire book
was Cylvan looking bored out of his fucking mind.
A FAERIE LOVE INTEREST WHO ISN’T A FUCKBOY? Wow.
“Choose a piece of fruit and feed it to me.” “Tell me again how handsome you think I am.” “Pick one of those pink chocolates you think I’d like.” “Will you tuck my blouse back into my waist?” “My ring is crooked, why don’t you straighten it?” “Reach around my neck and untangle the hair from the back of my collar, will you?”
He sounds desperate
As someone who had only ever known romance by the pages of those myths, Saffron wondered if it was actually possible for someone to love another person so deeply. Painfully, excruciatingly. Enough that they would rather die than be without them.
Personally, it’s not.
“Me?” Cylvan smiled. “I’m doing my philosophy
Philosophy? What a fucking NERD
“Not tonight, beantighe. Earn some of my genuine trust first.
Ironic you say that, Cylvan
he also didn’t particularly care,
I hope you actually mean that, Saffron
“Do you… really think so?” Saffron asked weakly. Cylvan turned with a sarcastic smile—but it faded when he met Saffron’s eyes. His throat shifted as he swallowed back whatever he meant to say, looking back down at the paper. “Erm… no, not really, I suppose,” he muttered, tearing the parchment away and turning it facedown on the desk.
Wow, the asshole has a heart.
Dark Unseelie Prince Cylvan dé Day King Ailir and Harmonious King Tross and Progenitor Mother Naoill dé Fianna dé Tuatha dé Danann.
Jeez, dude, imagine having to write that every time you have a test lmfao
“You’re… not well, Saffron. You could have stayed home; I would have understood…”
Nah, you would’ve had a tantrum cause you wouldn’t know that he was sick.
How did he get back to Cylvan’s room at all? Had Cylvan really brought him, himself? Why not just let him cook alive like a hard-boiled egg?
I mean, Cylvan’s stupid as fuck, too. He could just let Saffron die; the man legit offered himself up on a golden platter. Unless… :CCC CYLVAN CARES????
Saffron looked at him skeptically, wanting to mutter “no you wouldn’t have,” but saw what he thought was actual remorse behind Cylvan’s eyes.
I’d still say it out loud just to be an asshole. But me and Saffron are two very different people.
It was also cruel of me to be so harsh with you all night, even when you were trying to help…
Uhhhh, yeah, I don’t buy it lmao.
“Please. For my own conscience.”
Just to ease your “guilt” huh
“Like… a potato,”
This actually made me snort in a very ugly way
thinking about the party when Cylvan forced him to eat fairy fruit. “I’m…” he said nervously. “I’m actually… feeling better already, I don’t think I need… Maybe some rest was good enough, I don’t know if I have to…”
I’m glad that this book acknowledged that fucked up scene. Usually most faerie books would paint a scene like that as expected of the asshole fae love interest to show how “wicked” they really are, and then immediately forget about it.
Cylvan’s gaze lingered on his unbuttoned collar, the high-waist of his pants, his legs.
Cylvan, keep it in your pants, mate.
“I think you’re incredible!” The words appeared to catch Cylvan off guard. He just looked at Saffron with sincerity, before laughing. “Only for you.”
Cylvan and his god-tier rizz
He couldn’t blame Berry. Or Thread, or Leaf, or Cache, or Branch.
“Snitches get stitches”. That fucking expression is horseshit. If someone gets hurt, you have to fucking SNITCH.
He combed knots out of Letty’s hair while she told him about Nimue, and how she and the undine had been meeting to chat every morning. She talked about how Nimue named herself after a human myth, how she’d swam all the way to Lake Elatha from the ocean—and how they already kissed once as the sun was setting, and when Letty admitted it was her first, the undine actually looked embarrassed.
“What…” Cylvan started, making Saffron flinch when his fingers gently brushed along his sore cheek. Saffron just kept his eyes down, biting his lip as Cylvan’s voice turned venomous. “Who did this to you?”
I am so fucking WEAKKKKK
“Tell me who did this,” he repeated tightly, “so that I may tear them apart with my own hands.”
Saffron turned and hurried away. The embarrassment made his skin tingle like air before lightning, frustration spilling over and dripping down his swollen cheeks once he was clear of witnesses.
Now, I just feel bad oof
“I care for you as well, Saffron—enough that I finally understand why people worship a Day Court,” Cylvan confessed between their mouths. “I want to fill your life with light, and joy, and peace, and safety…”
“Hollow??” Cylvan scoffed, though the feigned jealousy sounded a little genuine. “Hollow, your friend, that brute? With his jawline? And arms?”
“Y-yes!” he finally exclaimed. “Yes, of course! Cylvan, of course—!”
That entire thing sounded like they got engaged
While many authors (see: Svedana de Borre, Wittrock av Thomassin, Géirchud of Alvénya, etc.) will argue that arid and opulent magicks are two wholly separate beings that only coexist in the way of a human-person and a fey-person shaking hands, many more are coming to the understanding that the very “handshake” at the center of this argument does not actually exist one without the other. In this text, I will further declare that the thoroughly debated, thoroughly challenged metaphor of the arid-opulent handshake is, in fact, the means allowing the veil to flow and flirt freely at all. One can
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Don't worry, Saffron, I understood basically none of that.
“Would you have… put the blame on me?” Saffron spoke the first of the sharp words leaving cuts up his throat as they climbed. “If anyone ever found out? Or suspected…?”
Ah, jesus christ, here comes the angst. Break my fingers, twist my arm, tear my legs, gouge out my eyes, shatter my brain, flay my skin off my flesh why don't you.
“Did you fuck me as a reward, or something?” he asked desperately. “Or did you—did you only do it because I was trying to ask more questions? To distract me? Because you didn’t want the fucking memory threads of answering them? Am I just—”
These were honestly my first thoughts. But I have trust issues, so I usually ignored those kind of thoughts niggling in my brain.
“Sybil!” he cried. “Don’t touch me!”
est g0+9udsyr go9irzfphpuodfhåopibfdgtpxo HOLY FUCK, HE FINALLY DID IT. FUCKING FINALLY. HE USED THE NAME TO COMPEL CYLVAN. FUCKING FINALLY. I SLAMMED MY KEYBOARD SO HARD I ACTIVATED THE GAME BAR ON MY PC
“Were you really ever going to endorse me? Or was that a lie, too?”
I'm curious. Can faeries lie in this universe? Usually, they can't, but I'm not sure anymore.
“Saffron, listen to me—I meant it when I said I wanted to patronize you! I was going to tell you everything, Saffron, please—I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. The reason I want to patronize you is to protect you, Saffron! Please, please, Saffron, don’t go, please!”
Please, give me more. This is music to my ears (or my eyes, I suppose).
“Goodbye, your highness.”
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Would Berry’s blood be on Saffron’s hands as much as it coated the wolf’s jowls?
Berry was a fucking bitch boy, he deserved this.
And while he might never forgive Cylvan for tricking him like he did—perhaps he’d meant it at the end, when he swore he was sincere in offering patronage. In wanting to protect Saffron. Maybe he really did have a change of heart…
I fully believe that Cylvan, at this point, is in love with Saffron, but a change of heart? Nah
Prince Cylvan. With all due respect, go fuck yourself.
I fucking love you, Saffron.
I almost beat his ass—but then he begged me to find you.
Letty, Nimue and Hollow, best characters in this book imo
“Because I’m the human he killed! Yes, I see your face! That’s exactly how I hoped it’d look!”
HUH?????????
Was there anything about Cylvan to be trusted at all?
Not really. The only reason he's nice to you is because he likes you lmao. That's it. Once he becomes bored, you're done for.
When he emerged from the trees, bright red veil trailing behind him like a bloody bride—he thought he heard the entire campus go silent in an instant. All white-clad eyes turned to stare at him, whispering his name as he passed by without a word.
Honestly, that's a fantastic power move.
“Taboo magic? A library ring?” Saffron asked with an uncertain smile. “With all due respect, Headmistress… beantighes do not even know how to read.”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
He couldn’t resist the bloodthirsty smile crossing his mouth as fury grew hotter and hotter inside of him.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
