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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╰┈˚ · ° .I WAS DREAMING AGAIN. DREAMING OF VELARIS.
My eyes traveled through the deep sapphire blue of the river and to the white marble, warm sandstone and red stones of the buildings. People, children, were laughing while walking down the streets. Home. Dreaming of Velaris always felt like going back home.
"Feyre!" someone roared. The deep voice echoed through my ears.
Rhysand. The voice was Rhysand's.
Not yet, I didn't want to stop dreaming of Velaris.
And then I was pulled away, and the perspective of the city changed. I was at the top of a tower high enough that I could almost touch the stars above. It took me a second to realize that it wasn't my eyes that I was looking through. Wings ruffled at my back, and from the peripheral view I could see the resemblance with the one of bats. Majestic and beautiful, fit for a warrior.
"Stop," Another voice said, piercing through. "Please."
Feyre.
Memories slammed back into my head at the speed of light. All my life flashed before her eyes.
I was dead.
"Say that you don't love him!" I could hear the anger in Amarantha's voice as she shrieked.
Velaris started to fade as I could hear more and more sounds. The last thing that I remember seeing before all went black were scarred hands. Burns littered the skin until the wrist, a brutal accident might have happened for the hands, definitely belonging to a male, to be this badly scarred, and contrasting that brutality, like a caress, shadows moved around his fingers traveling up until I could no longer see up arms covered in leather. A majestic sight that made me want to just stop and admire, but there was no time, because soon, the male was sending a pang to my heart, and I could hear, feel my body slowly coming back to sense, but I could not see, my body still frozen in death.
"Amarantha, stop this," Tamlin begged "Stop. I'm sorry—I'm sorry for what I said about Clythia all those years ago. Please."
"Say that you don't truly love him," Amarantha spat, "Admit to your inconstant heart."
