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#anti feyre but not really
cinearia · 2 years
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I'm sorry, but the way people view Feysand risky pregnancy arc makes it sound like just a 'mistake' on the part of Rhysand is quite worrying. It's just not worse than the justifications to rid the IC of any culpability ('He wanted to protect her', I imagine what could happen if he didn't)
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emeriesmate · 2 years
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Maybe it's just me but i would rather enjoy feyre be a high lady, after rhysand dies, because the cauldron/mother ( i don't remember who choose the next high lord ) choose her than be a high lady because ✨ feminist king rhysand decide she is. ✨
* And i still don't understand how she could have bring him back to life. Feyre is not a high lady, she have the title but not the power, because she is not choose by whoever this is. She have just a little drop of the night court power ( because of rhysand ) but not all the power.
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starrbirrd · 4 months
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I think probably the saddest thing about Feyre is that she genuinely has no friends of her own. Her "friend group" was loyal to her husband hundreds of years before she was born and have proven more than once that they still defer to him over her. The one friend she might have had (Lucien) has been completely estranged from her. I've said it before and I'll say it again, the Feyre in ACOSF is living ACOTAR Feyre's worst nightmare.
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thrumbolt · 16 days
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It will never stop being amusing to me that the warning Ianthe gives Tamlin in the beginning of ACOMAF about how Feyre will get either killed or abducted by other high lords and kept for breeding essentially came true.
How Feyre ended up exactly how she feared she would with Tamlin: A waifu who does basically nothing except have her little art studio and her little desk job and pops out babies for the high lord. Sure, what you want in life can change and consent makes all the difference, but it is still an absolutely WILD narrative choice.
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ofbreathandflame · 19 days
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I've always, always, always, argued that SJM's racism is intentional. People undermine the conversation about racism in SJM by arguing that her racism is just a little, fickle mistake. I really aggressively need to push back against this point - I don't think SJM is an idiot blonde woman who does not recognize the racism in her writing. If anything the reason why I've persisted this long talking about the problems in her story is because I was initially taken aback by just how intentional the racism is.
For example, the Illyrians. We talk about how ambiguous they are, but I think its one of the biggest examples of intentionality in the texts. The Illyrians purposely operate in this realm of uncertainty. Whether or not they are actually men of color has always been a moot point - it's about the intentionality of creating this race of men that embody these very weird, intentional traits. SJM knew that she wanted these men to be dark, violent, and warrior-like, but she also don't want them to be specifically categorized as men of color because the story simply doesn't see these men of color as desirable (see: Tarquin, Helion, Thesan - think about how they are characterized). It's also why I've argued that the story purposely doesn't associate the Illyrians as lesser fae, even though for all intent and purposes they are. The Illyrians are simultaneously the best (leathers, weapons, fighting) and the worst (culture, misogyny, hyperviolent). The story is also very intentional about how it characterizes the Illyrians concerning Rhys. Emerie just so happens to be the only one of her entire friend group that's not drop-dead gorgeous; notice how Amren is also described similarly when she is introduced initially. Everyone in the IC is gorgeous, beautiful, the most beautiful, but Amren the only explicit person of color, is described as being just plain.
The point is that these are very intentional writing choices - eerily specific, in my opinion. SJM is very intentional about the ways in which she chooses to 'represent' people of color in her series (see: Nehemia, Sorcha, Nesryn, Nuala, Cerridwen, Emerie, Fury, etc). Even think about the ways in which characters like Alis border on minstrelsy in their depiction. It's not just the representation, its the way certain traits are aligned with certain people, specifically people of color. I remember I made a post on my last blog about the ways in which SJM has her characters of color operate in this permanent semi-disposable position. There is always a way in which their white (white-passing) peers are always explicitly better (see: Hunt/Baxian, Helion/Nesta, Tarquin/Feyre, Yrene/Aelin - I have words for this one too).
In short, I don't think SJM is ignorant - not in the way people think. I actually think she is much smarter than even her own fans give her credit for and its why both her own stories and booktok/tube/gram have honestly gotten worse. I feel like oft times the pro and anti sides are just observing the same things (literally - the arguments are identical), but the difference is the pro sides don't think its a big deal partially because they believe that SJM is a whimsy white women who just can't understand she's wrong. Its why the argue that SJM is 'working to get better' even though she's written, at this point, over fifteen books.
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whitedemon-ladydeath · 8 months
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remember when Tamlin set the sisters up financially so they could find stability after Feyre was taken without prompting or asking but then Rhys promises to keep the sisters safe after he and Feyre ask for their help, Feyre who had also said she'd make them help if she had to, and then he failed to keep that promise and it led to them being murdered bec I do
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novaricewrites · 4 months
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If Magic Chooses-
So we know the magic in Prythian ties the land, Courts, and the High Lords and can be vaguely sentient (as with the Cauldron).
It's unclear how it chooses the High Lords but the magic seems to be deliberate and adheres faithfully to whoever it chooses. Even Amarantha couldn't fully access it despite all that she did - she could only prevent the Lords from using it against her.
So imagine if this was explored.
E.g: The time when Feyre and the IC stole the Book of Breathings from the Summer Court as guests - literally committing a crime worthy of a magical death sentence. This then left the Summer Court open to Hybern's invasion, further enabled by what Feyre did in the Spring Court.
This didn't just harm the High Lords. It harmed the Courts in a major way. The very land and the people living in there were devastated by it. And it must have caused mass turmoil that even the magic sensed.
So imagine because of this intricate connection to the land, the people and the High Lords - it caused Feyre's bond to the Spring and Summer magic to become hard to control or even the magic rejecting her.
The kernels of magic are technically still the High Lords'. They're not Feyre's magic but were gifted like handing her a scale off their essence. And it would make sense if the magic reacted to the state of the High Lords (and deeper the courts themselves) if they experienced deep, visceral emotions & damage thanks to Feyre.
Magic being fickle about who wields it would sort of suit the capriciousness of Faeries. It would also require Feyre to use her wits and sense to navigate situations instead of resorting to the Feysand tactics of Lie, Steal and Justify.
It would give actual consequences and gravity to her actions, and add depth to why her being a Made Fae is a big deal. She is now attached via these kernels of magic to the land in a way that she can't run from. Just as High Lords (even those reluctant like Tamlin are).
Just the plot potential and character development. And the internal conflict over actions that we never got.
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Hanging on by a thread for a multitude of reasons.
So, looking up acotar fan art one inevitably gets smacked in the face with Fey/sand at some point. And if it's not them with their kid or cutely holding hands, it's something like this:
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(There are watermarks on the fanart and I got them from Pinterest...middle one is someone called ignartio, I didn't find them on instagram though)
Why are people making a big quantity of art of this particular part of acotar? Are there truly people thinking that this is in any way appealing? Let's recap.
Feyre goes under the mountain, a comparatively dumb little girl. To save her lover Tamlin and maybe her friend Lucien if she's already at it. Faces crunchy Amaranth and doesn't get the riddle right (not wanting to belittle her here bc acotar Feyre was somewhat of a cutie, but that riddle was easy af, way to make her seem like an idiot.) Anyway, get's beaten to unconsciousness after blurting out her name because Lucien would have rather died than to give it away.
Little Feyre get's her three trials and a bunch of tasks for inbetween, i.e. cleaning that hallway. Other than that, people leave little Feyre relatively alone.
Until that self serving prick comes along and thinks to himself "Hey, why not treat her like an object and humiliate her in front of hundreds if not thousands of people, for shits and giggles?" So he proceeds to have his lackeys dress her up in what is essentially a handkerchief and paint her, so everyone can see where he put his grimy hands. And then he drugs her and has her dance for him, barely half aware of what's going on around her. All the while touching her. And the next morning she awakes with a killer headache, barely any memories and the need to throw up.
"But he did this to protect her!" - From what? Nobody cared for her beyond the trials. She was not used as entertainment by anyone else. They had their orgies and whatnot. There was no passable reason to be doing this to her.
"But he only touched her waist and hips!" - So you're telling me that you'd find it okay if somebody drugged you and "only" touched your waist and hips? Touching somebody without their consent, especially in such a vulnerable state is simply gross.
"But he had to keep his mask-" - Shut. Up. His "mask" did not include this particularly disgusting shit he pulled. He could have just let her alone, nobody would have batted a lash. Feyre was a comparatively uninteresting human girl. Had he not made her dance practically naked, no one would have missed her there.
My point, you ask? Stop romanticising what Rhysand did to Feyre under the Mountain. Stop trying to justify it. Those were the actions of an entirely sick individual.
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kataraavatara · 18 days
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“Keir paused at the threshold as the doors opened on a phantom wind. He said to Rhys, perhaps the closest he’d come to asking for permission to leave, “Lord Thanatos is having … difficulties with his daughter again. He requires my assistance.” Rhys only waved a hand, as if he hadn’t just yielded our city to the male.”
lord thanatos’s daughter is my roman empire actually. i know rhysand had his hands full what with hybern and eris and of course grossly betraying mor’s trust plus publicly blindsiding and humiliating her and all but there was zero thought from anyone about what keir, well known daughter torturer famous for torturing daughters could possibly be leaving that room to do. not even from supposedly empathetic feyre? the same one who held a dying faerie’s hand in book one? like you’ve just brokered this deal with keir so obviously i’m not expecting you to kick down the door and save her but she doesn’t even get an afterthought. ouch.
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saccharinerose · 10 months
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Hearing about the pregnancy subplot in ACOSF firmly cemented that Rhysand is a complete and utter fucking moron.
Like dude was really going to just keep quiet about his wife 100% dying in childbirth and taking him with her bc of their magic suicide pact with basically no backup plan whatsoever.
He was just fine and dandy with Feyre going into labour and dying, confused and in agonizing pain. She dies, their baby dies but he never has to deal with the consequences bc a second later he would also keel over dead.
The rest of the Inner Circle would wank themselves over how tragic and noble he was for keeping this secret from his Wife Who Is Totally His Equal Guys I Promise... at least right up until the moment they realize the canonically sexist magic of the world probably chose Rhysand's dipshit uncle as the next High Lord and everything goes to shit.
Great job, buddy. Gold star for you! I just know SJM is going to crown you High King or whatever and pretend like you’re not woefully under-qualified for the job!
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foxcort · 8 months
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thinking about wasted rhysand potential and how feyre deserves so much better after that last post
like, imagine a rhysand that worked behind amarantha's back, a rhysand that fights tooth and nail for the illyrians, who knows when to rein in his anger when confronted with keir and who works in the shadows with azriel to save the other dreamers in CoN. imagine a rhysand that uplifts mor, who stands by her side and prohibits keir and eris from being in her presence because he knows how it would make her feel, alliances be damned. imagine a rhysand that regrets the tattoo deal, regrets that his relationship with feyre started in a forced way and for that same reason feels guilty when he realizes she's his mate (and i mean genuinely guilty, not guilty but he apologized so its okay. like guilty so he refuses to accept it because he doesn't think he's worth her forgiveness). or a rhysand that refuses to dress feyre up in gossamer, or give her a drink he knows will lower her awareness, a rhysand that can control his jealously and anger enough not to inflict such trauma on a nineteen year old human girl. imagine he'd protected her UTM, shielded her from prying eyes and found every excuse to steer her out of amarantha's attention.
and like i get that he had to seem villainous at first because that's sjm's whole thing, but you can be a bad guy and not s*xually assault the love of your life at the same time. you can be morally grey and not force a nineteen year old girl into a binding permanent contract. someone made a good point in saying that the whole idea of a morally grey love interest is that they do questionable things to PROTECT their love interest, not TO their love interest. unfortunately rhysand is the latter.
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arson-09 · 2 days
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wait. i jusf had a thought. now its been awhile since i read the holiday novella, but wasn’t a major reason feyre was like lets have baby NOW was because of that widow and feyre was like what if rhys DIES i need a piece of him or smth along those lines
but they have a death pact ? so if one dies the other dies ? i mean yeah they technically were gonna have a kid eventually for an heir but i think its silly how quickly they had one and the reasoning is questionable too ? unless im misremembering
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ofbreathandflame · 10 months
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there's something so weird abt the way the conversation about characters like amarantha and ianthe are facilitated. there's just this like taboo that exists around talking about their character doesn't quite exist for male characters in the story at hand even when those characters do similar or parallel things in the story.
it kind of reminds me of the way rhys's experience with sexual assault is talked about in contrasts to character's like nesta or even feyre. its just weird that we have prythian - this ultra-patriarchal society where men are literally chosen by blood to rule - and then this weird abundance of women villains who specifically commit crimes that violently sexual in nature. its just weird to also like...create this dynamic where the most powerful man in the entirety of the planet is 'tamed' by this 'deviant' sexual woman villain. it creates...the taboo. the taboo that exists between talking about ianthe and amarantha, because its very clear that they are symbols and not characters that we can actually ration logic with. like here we have two characters: ianthe and rhys. we see them both leverage this unwanted sexual behavior toward's unwanted parties, but like rhys's sexual assault of feyre is brooding and tragic, while ianthe's is playful and deceitful. there's an utter lack of motivation that exists in ianthe (and amarantha) that doesn't quite exist for other men in the story that commit similar acts.
there's also this built in moral story about 'women in power' that hangs unwritten in the air. i remember seeing a post that compared rhys kneeling to nesta as a kind of parallel to amarantha...and i remember seeing someone send me the post and being like huh???
its like with amarantha - there's also that general lack of motivation and nuance that does not exist with other male characters (see: beron, tamlin, hybern). but the dangerous part of the story is that it subsumes this 'race to innocence' model that uses these sexually deviant women as a way to deflect from the super impossible ultra-patriarchal world that exists in this world. having the 'strongest' man in the world both as victim and ultra-powerful being deflects from the actual power these men actually hold over the women. and we get pockets of this: hybern, illyria, court of nightmares, autumn court. but the story doesn't hold these men accountable. they are this collective 'other' that exists in opposition to this vague idea of progression.
i can't put words into the mouth of people who dislike nesta, so there's that, but i bet my ass, a lot of hatred for nesta stems from this unwritten idea that she's somehow breaking the rules of how women should attain power or behave. and im not saying that in a 'girl power' way for people who really hate her, but in a way that is like panic that she can do whatever she wants without any consequences. its not so much hatred of her actions, but fear she won't get punished. that she could operare without logic or care and not get punished the way we see rhys. or that her actions aren't validated by the man like we see feyre.
so yeah rhys sexually assaulted feyre buuuut it exists forever in opposition to amarantha and ianthe who lack purpose, remorse, or motivation. it doesn't matter the victim, it matters the intention of the perp.
men can be victims of sexual violence, and they can be just as vulnerable and broken as women. the argument is that acotar creates this power-fantasy where women exists as equal oppressors to men, while also operating as forever lesser. it justifies the sins of the oppressive men, but also allows these men to assume innocence in the face of their power.
its like those stories of 'reverse-racism' where there's a fantasy of white people at the bottom and poc being their opressors. or the handsmaid tale effect of white feminism that takes the fear and experiences that woc and bottles them into a fantasy (and i could say more how handmaid's tale is sometimes received, moreso maybe than the writing of the book) that becomes fearsome because of its proximity to white women. its easier to ignore these problems and the realities of them when it doesn't effect their communities.
and that's how we end up with the weird stigmatizing conversations around ianthe and amarantha. these women are pawns that propagate the weird values of the series than actual characters. you can't talk about them in the same we do rhys or tam, or even beron. interesting stuff.
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"ok feyre had experience shadowing her dad with money and ledgers" lmao the same dad who lost all their fortune and then neglected them all in severe poverty? that dad?
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maisonaime · 5 months
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Ilithyia's Blessings
I got Covid-19 as a college graduation/early Christmas present :) enjoy the fruits of me being stuck in my parent's basement.
Summary: Rewrite of Feyre's reaction to finding out about the risks of her pregnancy! I (like many) hated how this was dealt with, and would personally love to see her rip the entire IC a new one for that bullshit. Diverges from canon the moment Nesta leaves the townhouse. Heavy angst and hurt for all, BUT a happy ending! Please note that I am atrocious at writing dialogue so forgive me.
Warnings: Pregnancy complications, family dysfunction, mentions of past trauma, emotionally abusive & generally unhinged behavior from all!
Part 1:
As the last of Nesta’s burning fury trailed out of the door after her, Feyre’s eyes once again met Amren’s. The tears there had turned sharp as glass shards. Power imbued with the abundance of life nestled in the High Lady choked the air of the townhouse, damp and salty and so very wrong. They had been so very wrong. 
Amren did not falter, but her stance was one of false ease. She had never wished so badly to be well-versed in the nuances of emoting and made a note to herself to observe her peers' reactions more closely; that she might glean some useful mimicry for a similar situation in the future. A creature of preternatural stillnesses and pregnant silences, Amren waited until Feyre spoke in a voice so deep it may have been derived from the pits of the Mountains themselves. 
“How long have you all known?” 
“You should really ask your ma–” bared teeth cut her off.
“I asked you Amren. How long?” Feyre snarled.
It was becoming uncomfortable to breathe, reminiscent of the cloistered air of the Prison. Amren was struck with the sudden realization that her powers were no match for her High Lady, not anymore.  
“Too long” she admitted unflinchingly. “I will apologize for my part in it, but Rhysand had his reasons and I saw the practicality of it. As your friend, I know it was wrong. You must understand Feyre, I have to be the one person who can separate emotion from decisions in this Court, it’s my first nature and my duty as Rhys’ second.”
Feyre just stood there, eyes wide, breathing hard. Her tattooed hands still clutching her stomach as though the babe would rip its way into the world for all the horror she felt in that moment.
“Has it ever once occurred to you…” – her voice burned through the condensed ether like the birth of a star, Amren winced – “has it ever once occurred to any of you, that when Rhys made me High Lady, he made me High Lady of this Court, not just his High Lady. I am High Lady of the Night Court, I am your damn High Lady. And if you Amren are his second, then you are also mine.”
Tiny ancient one be damned, she needed backup for this. She only prayed Varian had the good sense to bring Elain back to the townhouse, no one else would do any good for this moment. 
And to think I was lecturing Nesta on respect.” she seethed. “To think that I’ve put up with this ridiculous sequestering of my family by my family. Elain and Nesta are flailing as they grapple with bodies and lives they were born and bred to fear, just as I did. We treat Elain like a vapid flower as if she is not burdened to see between fucking worlds. And you all act as though Nesta’s viciousness will tear chunks out of me but you forget she is my sister. I have known her my whole life and she has not torn my throat out yet. Vicious she may be, but at least she’s godsdamn honest.”
“No one is denying this Feyre but I don’t see–” 
“What this has to do with me? With my child? There’s plenty you lot are failing to fucking grapple with right now. The very basic premises of duty and friendship to start with. What about the principle of allowing a female control over her own life, her own body?” there was a jagged edge of panic making its way into her tone, the air grew impossibly tighter. 
At that moment the door banged open once again and Amren winced again as Morrigan pushed her way into the room against the wave of unyielding magic pulsing from Feyre. She silently cursed Varian.
“Feyre, I’m so sorry. If we had thought there was any other way to keep you and the babe safe–” she began before she was cut off by a dark wave of Feyre’s magic. Not the same magic that silenced Tamlin’s voice at the meeting of the High Lords, but a plume of magic that quite literally took the place of the air in Mor’s lungs, bringing her swiftly, silently to her knees.
“Surely you aren’t going to tell me you knew what was best for my womb Morrigan, you couldn’t even protect your own from desecration.” Feyre spat down at her.
Amren stood frozen in horror, watching Mor claw at her neck, eyes bulging and mouth agape like a fish out of water. The spell lasted only moments before air rushed back into her purpling face with a harsh gasp, but both Fae were still frozen in place before their High Lady. 
“You all seem to have forgotten, that I live and breathe the powers of all the Courts of Prythian. That I am Made, my sisters and I. We are creatures to be feared and served before we are loved. You’ve failed me, and in doing so you’ve failed this Court. Make sure you let Rhysand see me say that when he looks into your mind.”
Mor blanched, “Feyre you can’t leave now, Rhys and Madja are so close to finding an answer.” Where the hell was Rhys, how had he not yet sensed the chaos threatening to level the entire block of buildings the townhouse occupied?
“I can and I will. I am not safe here, nor is my child. I will seek refuge where I can find healers and friends who will allow me the dignity of deciding what I do with my body, my child. That I would put my life in the hands of a healer who answers to my mate over me, a husband who seeks to deceive me and involve my entire family in doing so? No, I would be a fool to give away my life so passively.” she paced before them frantically, power collecting into thick bands that coiled around Feyre in a churning, horrid shield. 
No longer their friend, no longer their family. A mother and a female burning with primal rage and fear for the safety of her child, guaranteed only by her ability to protect it. Protect it from the world, and in these agonized moments, protect it from her family. A family that could no longer be trusted.
“He will rip apart the world to find you and the babe Feyre, this won’t do any good.” Amren spoke as bluntly as usual, but the edge in her tone betrayed her wariness. 
“Let him try. I’ve never had the chance to test my powers against him, have never needed to until now. I confess I’m curious to see if I can inspire the fear in him that he’s attributed to my name.” The crazed glint in Feyre’s watery eyes was wholly unnerving. 
“Feyre, I’m begging you, don’t do this. We all lived with the fear of losing each other during the war– you and Rhys actually did. Don’t let this tear us all apart again.” Mor was practically weeping, still draped at Feyre’s feet in submission.
“Mor, it’s not my decisions that have led us here. I’ll leave it to you all to decide how to proceed; this Court seems to conceive of its most coordinated efforts without my knowledge.” Feyre had stopped pacing and closed her eyes, all of that asphyxiating power rushing from the room back into those bands of black power coalescing around her. The hair on the back of Amren’s neck stood tall.
“Will you return girl?” she asked quietly, refusing to look away from the fierce specter of power they had so woefully forsaken. Accepting that there was little they could do to stop the events that had been set in motion.
Feyre’s head snapped to her, eyes black with rage, looking every bit the Made Fae that could undo curses and courts. 
“I will return when I have proven to you all that I can give birth to my son without your duplicitous interference. I will return when I have a Court and friends and a mate that I trust to bend the knee, not bring me to my own.” she said with finality. 
The vortex of power around Feyre crackled and snapped as Rhys’ careful warding of Feyre’s body collapsed under her iron will. A new source of power, alarmed and frenetic and reeking of Rhys, swept through Velaris and into the townhouse. It crashed into the whorls of Feyre’s might with a piercing screech. The windows shattered sending glass through the air. Amren and Mor curled into themselves to avoid the spray.
When the chimes of falling glass had stopped and Mor and Amren could uncover their eyes, Feyre was gone. Where her scent, her power, her body had overwhelmed the room, there was absolutely nothing left to indicate that the High Lady of Night had ever stepped foot in the townhouse. 
Somewhere in the distance, mountains rumbled, birds took flight and the citizens of Velaris cowered as Rhysand let out an unearthly roar. 
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lainalit · 2 months
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Okay, am I the only one who cannot think of something Feyre and Rhysand would love to do together other than sleep with each other???🤔
I don't know, but I think that these two don't really mesh well together.
Rhysand, for me, seems like someone who needs intellectual stimulation with a partner, I think he really likes to talk about science, philosophy, politics, etc. Also, he is someone who clearly thinks often about the future of prythian.
But Feyre seems more like someone who wants to go out into the woods to hunt or just walk around, have fun with friends, and just live in the moment; she doesn't strife me as someone who will likely have conversations or debates about scientific/ philosophical questions and want to discuss political issues, like taxes, clean water, electricity, etc. for the citizens of the night court.
I don't know, but maybe that's why Sarah wrote the whole pregnancy trope in Acosf because Feysand really is an incompatible couple who only works, then external factors surround their relationship because, without them, the whole ship falls apart 🤷‍♀️
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