𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
: ̗̀➛ In 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 the younger twin of Feyre Archeron
has to fight through the thorns of roses just
to survive.
〔Azriel x oc〕
╰┈˚ · ° . slowburn!
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╰┈˚ · ° . HOME. I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE TO HAVE A HOME. I couldn't even remember having one. Was home the mansion that I had sparse memories of during my childhood? Maybe the rundown cottage with only one bedroom to share between us siblings? Was it in Prythian or in the Mortal Lands?
I didn't know. I probably didn't want to know either.
But I knew it wasn't in the Spring Court, so when Tamlin had declared for my sisters and I to be escorted back to the Mortal lands, to our family and our old life, I couldn't find within myself to be sad of leaving. The only thought that I spent on more than I would like to admit, was never seeing Lucian again. We weren't exactly friends, but I could say that he was someone that I enjoyed spending time with. Maybe it was a good thing going back to my life if this were how my thoughts were starting to be like. Feeling like a weakness.
Contrary to me, Feyre had even begged the High Lord, her boyfriend, even Lucian, to not send us back. She had found back her happiness between the flowers and spring, love and friendship. Going back to our family meant leaving all of that behind for her.
But there was nothing that made Tamlin change his mind about it.
I climbed down the stairs of the Manor probably for the last time in my life. It came almost instinctive for me to wear the clothes that I had come with, to wear the uniform and the weapons and be ready to disappear into the forest as soon as I breached the wall leaving Feyre to deal with our sisters as I returned to The Temple, but it could wait. I would make myself known to the League, but first, I had a family to see again. Sisters that I spent months without. So I lowered the weapons and wore pants and a camisole set like I almost always did here in Spring Court.
Feyre was already there, her eyes hard with anger, nostrils almost flaring. She made me think of Nesta looking like that. Lucien was talking with Tamlin outside, more so arguing, behind them a gilded carriage awaited us.
"This isn't up for debate." Tamlin snapped at his emissary, his beast hiding almost at the surface of his skin. The High Lord pointed at the house, dismissing him with no care and much anger. "I'll see you at lunch." He said with a curt tone.
