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theress always time for some good old fashioned name calling in a dangerous situation
“Can I pretend to yell at you?” he asked, and Saffron made a face of “excuse me?”. Cylvan sighed in frustration. “Quickly. Please. I need to be fully preoccupied.”
a fairly normal question, how could anyone possible confused???
“Do you need me to… beat Taran’s ass? No, I mean—get him off my ass. Your ass. Your highness.”
“Use the stairs, púca!” Cylvan called out when Saffron briefly considered the balcony as a way down, making him jump and hurry away.
hes fine
“I think I know how she felt…” he whispered at last. “I dreamed about you for a long time, too…”
“Ah—and some giant brute and a little blonde accosted me on campus on the first day, saying you were a friend of theirs. Called me a… oh, what was it… a prince of darkness, or something…” “Dark lord,” Saffron whispered. “Ah—yes. That’s it.” The dark lord smiled.
Cylvan was… apologizing to him. First, there was a flicker of remorse in his eyes, and then he was apologizing. Oh—Saffron had definitely died the night before. He was definitely still asleep. Still dreaming.
“Ugh!” Cylvan collapsed dramatically across Saffron’s legs, and Saffron laughed more before coughing into his arm. “I can’t live like this! A prince cannot live with debts unpaid!”
“Oops,” he whispered, scooping the flattened leaves and tossing them into the bath, thinking whatever oils they had left wouldn’t hurt to steep like tea. Or would it be more like a stew? Did that make him a potato? Or a carrot?
“Seeing as I’ve been assaulted, I think I need to go to the healer. What if I lose an eye, thanks to that watery tart? Where’s the sword you promised me, lady of the lake?” Cylvan went on dramatically, ducking when Nimue hissed and spit another water-arrow at him.
“Why are you limping?” Saffron muttered as they made their way back to the main walkway, but Cylvan just smirked as he groaned and moaned and flopped over Saffron’s shoulders more.
god i love them
“I think I’ve lost an eye, beantighe. She shot it right out of my head,” Cylvan went on miserably, as if Saffron hadn’t babied him enough.
he obviously suffering, how is he suppsed to survve being hit with a little bit of water??
Prince Cylvan with his long hair, his sharp nails, his dark horns, his tempting mouth… like a Hades of Saffron’s own.
how did this book know that i'm a sucker for anything related to/resembling hades and persephone
“Tell me who did this,” he repeated tightly, “so that I may tear them apart with my own hands.”
“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…”
“Stay with me, Saffron,” he beseeched once more. “As my treasure. As my one, simple peace, so that I may always know there is at least one person who cares for me.”
You wait ten chapters to tell me this? Why not say so earlier and save me the trouble?
me, all the damn time
Hayfever springs and sweaty summers can kiss my ass for all I care.
“Breeze, Vine, Amethyst, Apple,” he sounded off, smiling when the sparkly fairies all twirled in appreciation
for some reason these words remind me of something… someone... Hmmmm
Saffron would tell Cylvan about how he physically assaulted Elluin’s face rather than allow her a chance to make any connection between them.
specifically the face
Also, Letty wouldn’t let me sleep, she kept pouring water on me every time, like some sort of torture.”
letty i love you
but the moment Silver lifted a hand to grab him, it was met with a beam of water sharp enough to draw blood. He bit his tongue to hide his amusement, as Nimue cackled wickedly from the water for the both of them. “Not a single high fey will lay hands on this grieving rowan spirit,” she gurgled theatrically, making Saffron smirk in appreciation.
nimue i love you
And then Saffron witnessed something he never thought he would—even in death. Elluin bowed her head to him in defeat.
opening the shiny, gold-leafed cover of the book to see what the title was on the inside—and his heart stopped in delight. An Introduction to Grecian Mythology: Greek Myths as Told By Human Scholars.
im totally not crying
There is a marble statue by an artist named Gian Lorenzo Bernini that depicts this scene here, when Hades first pulls Persephone down into the underworld; it’s located in a place called Italy. I’ll take you to see it, one day.
okay maybe i am crying. just a little bit
Saffron’s main victim of the night was apparently ugly fey lord nose.
