Nessian short stories

Short story 4 pt 2

Nesta remained in her bedroom for just over two days now. Usually Cassian would be worried out of his mind, but he was too drunk to notice... Had been for the past two days.

Seeing Nesta in agony and still refusing help made him see how utterly independent yet stupid she was. She needed a fucking therapist if she was going to change for Feyre. In his head, that seemed like an impossible task. Yet... He knew that they were making progress in there. Madja, Rhys's personal Night court healer, had come to visit Nesta a couple of times too, bringing mixed herbs for a special tea that would ease the pain of her cramps for a little while.

Feyre didn't leave her side and for the past two days Nesta and her talked like they were two long lost best friends, catching up on each others life. Rhys would occasionally join them too and although he was wary of Nesta's old behaviour resurfacing, it was clear that the two enemies had also made some sort of a connection.

An upgrade to frenemies.

Cassian laughed abruptly at that last thought but that only caused him to wince at the newly forming hangover he had gained from the seven bottles of wine he stole from Rhys's special collection last night.

Nesta had tried to be friendly with as many of the inner circle as possible... Except for one.

Cassian groaned in annoyance. Why was she avoiding him? He'd get her to see him even if it took death for that to happen. Not that he would call upon death...

Then again. He almost died twice for Nesta... And he knew that even if he could, he would have not changed what had happened.

Although the time and place may not have been the best, when Nesta and Elaine had been turned into Fae, Cassian didn't have it in him to feel sorry for her. Not when it brought him closer to her physically. Instead of living across the wall with the humans, she was here.

The only barrier between them now was a closed wooden door.

He winced slightly at the pounding in his head. It was obviously the after effects of the drinking but he started to wonder if it was something more. Maybe a warning that he shouldn't approach Nesta. Perhaps he should turn in the other direction and run?

Nah. Fuck that.

Nesta was going to listen to him and Nesta was going to answer him once and for all. He needed to know what this fucked up thing was between them. He wanted it to make sense... He so desperately needed something. Something that would give him leeway to kissing her... To pull her body against his and hold her.

Wait what?... This wasn't a love conquest.

No. He had to keep his shit together or else he would get screwed over. Again.

He gulped, pulling at the collar of his shirt as though it would somehow help get back the oxygen he felt like he was losing and knocked repetitively on the door. It was a specific pattern of two short, one long, three short. Nesta would know straight away it was him because he used this pattern often... As a small warning that he was about to piss her off. He was usually answered with a long string of curses and yelling.

He wouldn't be surprised if he was in the receiving end of that again.

Cassian waited, rocking slightly on the balls of his feet. If the door didn't open, he'd leave. He tried over and over again to approach Nesta. She was the one refusing to listen. At least he tried...

"Come in..." The sound of her voice shocked him and he almost stumbled from the weak, tired sound reaching his ears.

He popped his head through the door and cautiously stepped into her bedroom once he was certain she wouldn't ambush him with whatever solid object that was within reach.

"Nesta..." She looked at him through slightly narrowed eyes, making him feel unsure of whether his presence was in fact welcomed or not.

"Yes... Cassian?" She said his name. Didn't address him with an endearing cuss from that sensual wicked mouth of hers.

"How are you feeling?" He watched her tensed body relax slightly, almost as though she was relieved by the question. What the hell was she expecting?

"I'm... Okay." She attempted to smile, though it came out as more of a weak grimace, "Not like my usual self but I feel better."

He nodded slightly, watching her while the words put his body at ease.

"It's good to hear that..." He paused for a moment, trying to find the right words for what he was about to say next, "... I was terrified... Nesta... Why didn't you at least tell Feyre about your fucking period!"

Her eyes widened a fraction but other than that, she showed no surprise of Cassian's outburst. It seemed like she was expecting it, preparing herself for it even. She looked down at her hands, which were clasped tightly in her lap and parted her lips ever so slightly. The only sound Cassian heard was a defeated sigh, as her shoulders sagged and she closed her eyes.

"Four years ago, I put faith in you all. A trust that I thought wouldn't break." Nesta lifted her head, looking Cassian dead in the eye as she continued, "And then, I was shoved into a cauldron and so was Elain."

Cassian's expression dropped as his thoughts went back to that devastating day Tamlin had betrayed them all and shuddered.

"I thought that now, with the crazy new magic powers she had, she'd be able to keep anything dangerous away from us. I thought she'd protect us."

"Between a toxic relationship with her ex, a king trying to break down the wall and a war brewing, Feyre had her hands full but she still tried her best..." Nesta nodded her head in agreement, quietly listening to Cassian's rebuttal, "Not one day went by where she didn't worry about her sisters, living without proper protection in the human world."

"I understand that now... I've always been harsh on my little sister, been a bitch to test if she was actually willing to protect us or whether she'd withdraw her skills and let her family starve in the winter."

"She would never do that!" Nesta raised her hand up, cutting Cassian off.

"I didn't know what I thought back then! Clearly I was dumb... And clueless. I love Feyre... I regret treating her any less than my sister."

Cassian stared at Nesta, lost for words. He slowly approached the edge of her bed and crouched down, looking up at her sad face.

"Have you been seeing a therapist?"

Nesta whipped her head towards him and quickly wrote on the strip of paper beside her desk. In less than a few seconds, Feyre and Rhys winnowed into Nesta's room, one dragging Cassian out by the collar while the other day beside Nesta and happily enjoyed their lunch.

"Rhys! Come on! Can't I get some special treatment?"

Rhys tilted his head with a feline smirk and crossed his arms over his chest, "The wine cabinet is downstairs."

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