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warnings / smut
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"Feyre," Elina whispered, her voice light beneath the cover of moonlight. "Feyre, darling," She cooed, her hands slipping down to the covers that were wound tightly around the mortals body, gently tugging at them. "Wake up,"
"Elina?" The girl murmured sleepily, eyes peeling open as she blinked up at the fae with hazy eyes.
"Good morning," Elina said, a small smile twisting on her lips, watching as Feyre rubbed her eyes and sat up, brushing a hand through her brassy hair that had fallen loose from it's braid.
"It's still dark," The mortal girl said, glancing towards her window, the parted curtains revealing the night sky spattered with stars.
"I know," Elina grinned, "I want to show you something," She said, reaching a hand out for Feyre to take, the girl raised a brow, eyes locked upon the delicate fae's pale fingers, Elina wiggled them impatiently making Feyre laugh quietly, taking Elina's hand in her own and allowing the girl to pull her upwards from the bed.
"Elina, wait!" Feyre gasped out as the pink haired girl began to tug her towards the door, "I need to get dressed," She complained, using her free hand to gesture down at herself, she was clad in only a thin frosted blue night gown that sparkled like stars in the moonlight.
"Sweet mortal," The fae grinned, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the girls cheek, watching as warmth instantly rose on the girls neck, flushing a pretty pink. "Grab a cloak, darling... and maybe some shoes," She said after a moment of thought. Elina's own feet were only clad in a pair of pearl coloured slippers, but her feet were much more durable than that of Feyre's soft human skin.
"You're impossible," Feyre murmured, but she was smiling, eyes bright and dewy as she pulled away from Elina's touch to grab her things. Instantly Elina missed the warmth, the feeling of Feyre's skin on her's was something indescribable, like sunlight wreathing her skin.
Once Feyre was ready the girls headed out of the manor, drifting soundlessly down the stairs and into the night. The sky was already lightening, no longer the deep indigo colour of midnight, but that time just before dusk, when the sun was readying to slink into the sky and bathe everything golden.
"Where are we going?" Feyre murmured, hand clinging to Elina's like a life line.
"It's not too far, darling," The fae hummed, "Just beyond the tree's," She said, gently leading Feyre into the forest. It wasn't the safest thing to do, leading the mortal into the woods when Amarantha's creatures still lurked, each shadow gnarled, each crunch echoed danger, but Elina Moon believed in many things. She believed in hope, in happily ever afters and dreams, her dreamers heart longed to share her world with Feyre and she was a slave to it, to that pretty thing that flowered in her chest each time she saw the mortals face.
