featherymalignancy: Like A Lonely House “so I wait
featherymalignancy: Like A Lonely House “so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.” -Pablo NerudaSynopsis: Fifty years after the Hyberian War, Prythian has settled into a sleepy peace, and nowhere is this peace more evident than in the Night Court. Feyre and Rhysand continue to rule like demigods from their seat of power in Velaris, Elain and Azriel are newly married and quietly expecting their first child, and Mor has moved to Winter to be with her mate, Ellaria, sister of the newly-minted High Lady. Nesta and Cassian have changed as well, and after fifty years of barbed words and heated glances, they stand on a precipice of something that scares and excites them both. However, it only takes one night of weakness on Cassian’s part to change everything, and with a young Illyrian prince gaining power in the North, Nesta agrees to an marriage alliance, both to protect her family and get her as far away from Cassian as possible. As things unravel between them, Cassian begins to suspect there is something more deliberate seeking to keep them apart, and he struggles to uncover the truth and win Nesta back before it’s too late.You can find Part I herePreviously on Like a Lonely House…Nesta tensed. He also smelled of desire, both his and someone else’s. Her nostrils flared at the sweet, floral scent of another female, and she felt a thousand cracks spidering through the four glass chambers hanging in her chest, threatening to send them all plummeting down.He read her expression and paled, taking another cautionary step forward.“Please, it’s not what you think,“ he begged, eyes awash with pain.She didn’t think she’d ever seen him look so undone, and Nesta’s back ached from the effort of keeping her shoulders from rolling forward into her collapsing chest.“Do you think I’m stupid?” she snarled, closing the distance between them and shoving his shoulder—hard. “I could smell you for ten feet away!”“Nesta—“She shook her head, eyes burning with the effort of keeping them dry. Fifty years they’d danced around each other, and the minute he gotten what he’d clearly always wanted from her, he’d gone and shoved his prick in someone else. It felt like a validation of everything she’d always feared about herself: she might have been hot enough to fuck, but she was still too cold to ever be loved.“I can’t believe I waited for you,” she admitted quietlyPart IIAzriel lay beside Elain in bed, drawing soothing circles on her bare skin as she wrestled into a light, fitful sleep. She would likely be upset if she knew her restlessness kept him up most nights, but he couldn’t help it. It was hard to see her in any measure of discomfort, even if the reason for it was a joy beyond measure. She turned from her side onto her back, and he felt an instinctual male satisfaction thrumming through his chest at seeing the way her flat belly was just beginning to swell. Keep readingEveryone should go read this, like, now. I’m hoping this gets fluffier sometime along the way because ouch my feels -- source link