#aze's attempts at getting over writer's block

[thebriarpost]

A Small Gift: Chapter 7

Sorry this took so long, major writers block and a busy life.

But I think the end of this chapter should make up for it! Let me know what you think and hope your enjoying the beginning of spring where ever you are.

ELAIN

As Elain felt her feet land back on solid ground she couldn't figure out where they were, her eyes were coming into focus as the bright white of the snow reflected back directly at her. She blinked a few times, anchoring herself to Azriel with an arm linked firmly with his as the scene in front of her began to enter into focus. In the distance was a lovely cottage nestled into the woods and scenery surrounding it perfectly. “What is this place?” She asked softly as to not draw any attention to the private space they had entered. Azriel turned to her “A safe place from my brothers’ and my youth. Rhys’ mother used to send him here, and since then we have all used it at different times. No one outside of the inner circle knows of its existence. It is entirely safe, you will stay here until I get the all clear.”

He led her up the walk and opened the door for her, allowing her in first. Elain sighed contently as she took in her surroundings, she had never been here, but somehow it felt like home. She could feel what this place meant to so many people she cared deeply which comforted her endlessly in this time of stress. Azriel looked at her with a look she imagined mirroring her own, a look of safety, calmness, but also a nervous excitement beneath the surface. He took her hand leading her through the cottage and showing her around, while she tried to pay attention all she could really focus on was where his hand was touching hers. It may have only been their hands touching, but the feeling of his rough, callused palm against hers was all she could think of as he led her through the seemingly endless rooms of the cottage.

AZRIEL

After showing Elain around and getting her settled into one of the bedrooms he gave her a short goodbye. She would be safe here, he was sure of that. “I should go, they will need me back at the camp” As he made to leave she reached out to grab his hand, the shadow on her wrist swirling with his own there their hands connected. “How long do I wait here” Azriel could see Elain’s anxiety by the way her brows drew together. “Most likely someone will come in the morning to bring you back to the townhouse until then try to get some sleep. You are safe here.” “I know” the lines in her forehead smoothed. “Thank you, Az.” He nodded and stepped out to quickly communicate with his brother.  Elain is settled. I am heading back to camp. I will update you as necessary. Azriel took in his surroundings as he waited for Rhys’ response to his silent communication. It was a few minutes before Azriel heard the strong bodiless voice; “Cassian has it under control. You need to stay where you are. Protect her for our high lady”.  Azriel didn't question the command or the feeling of comfort washing over him as he imagined what the next few hours may hold for him.

ELAIN

Once the door closed behind Azriel Elain made her way up the stairs to the bedroom he had shown her. It was simple but warm, just like the rest of the cottage. Dark wood walls with a mirror in the corner, a small bed with soft white blankets and a small dresser at the foot of the bed. Now that she was alone, the last few hours filled her thoughts. She realized that if she were rational and didn’t make the sudden decision to go to Az, she would still be at the townhouse and no one would be put out. Although, a small piece of her was happy for the events that transpired - even if she ended up alone in a cottage with no idea of her whereabouts. Things were different with Azriel now. She moved to the dresser at the end of the bed, and just as Azriel had told her, everything she needed was right there. She looked through the drawers for something to wear other than her nightgown which was still damp from arriving at the camp. Every piece she pulled was lovely but a bit too lacy for what she needed. She wondered if Mor had chosen the clothes that were kept here. With no luck at finding something to sleep in she found a pair of soft socks and made her way to the closet. It was filled with a few coats, all seemed to be her size and a pale pink robe. “Perfect” she pulled it out and marveled at how smooth the satin was. Bringing everything to the adjoining bathroom, she changed out of her nightgown and into these new items. Tying the sash of the robe around her, she looked in the mirror. Her hair was messier than she was used to. Resembling how it looked like a child, a soft wave from the rain. She pulled it up atop her head and searched the drawers with one hand for pins. She found a small box and began to put her hair up. Once she was satisfied, she made to put away the box when she heard a soft thump downstairs. Azriel had left, she was supposed to be alone. “Hello” she called out. No answer. Did she go down or stay where she was. In her head, she knew it was likely someone to take her back to the townhouse. She made her way out of the bathroom and into the hallway, grabbing a candlestick on a small table outside of the bedroom. She pulled it behind her back and quietly stepped to the top of the stairs. She could hear the front door of the cottage open and close. She stepped down a few stairs and paused. She brought the candlestick above her head, ready to strike if she needed. She knew that this wouldn’t do much to help her if there was trouble. She took a few more steps, and Azriel came around the corner at the bottom of the stairs. His arms were full of chopped wood. Snow was melting in his dark hair. “I surrender, please put down your weapon” He smiled as he shifted the wood into one arm to put his hand up and laughed. “Goodness!” She brought her hand down and the other up to your chest. “I thought you had left” She followed as he made his way to the small fireplace in the corner of the main room and set down the wood. “I intended to, but Rhys asked me to stay with you” He stood up and turned. “If that’s alright”  Elain readjusted the sash of her robe, suddenly feeling like she couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Of course… maybe we should make something to eat”  She turned to the small kitchen to her left, realizing she was in a robe and nothing else. Earlier she had been in such a rush to get to Azriel she didn’t think about the impropriety of her clothes, and then in the tent...now she felt self-conscious and moved behind the counter at an attempt to hide her fluffy socks and bare legs.  

AZRIEL

Putting the last log in the fire and turning to Elain he noticed how she hid behind the island, most likely to hide her legs. The legs which he definitely saw on the stairs. He grinned, watching her fidget and tucked her hair behind her ears. This is why he loved her; bursts of boldness then back to the shy modesty she’d known all her life. He made to move to the island and stopped short. He loved her. He said it to himself so casually, of course, he’d known. Everyone probably knew, but this was the first time he’d admitted it, even if it was just in his thoughts. “Azriel are you okay?” Elain looked back from the cupboards she was searching through. He realized how he must look staring into space. “I was just going over plans in my head, about the attack. Boring things” he smiled through his lie, taking a seat at one of the stools. “So what should we make” Elain continued to rifle through the cupboards. Food was the last thing on Azriels mind, but he knew Elain loved to bake. “Something sweet” Azriel said. “Good choice” Elain began pulling flour and sugar down from the top shelf. Azriel rose and moved around the island. “Here,” he stood behind Elain and pulled down the jar of sugar. Consciously making sure he didn’t touch her in the process. He brought it down, and she turned to face him. “Thank you,” she said a soft pink blooming on her cheeks. He almost reached up and ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek, he discovered earlier how soft her skin was. Now he had to fight from reliving that feeling under his fingers again.  “Well, what can I do to help,” he said leaning back against the island. He could tell Elain was aware of his casual behavior, but he felt comfortable here with her. “You can keep me company,” she said brightly. “Elain, I’m not making you bake for me, I can” She cut him off. “Hush” she turned him around and guided him to the stools. “You always help me, let me do this for you” He opened his mouth to say something but the look she leveled at him made him think otherwise. “Good” she smiled knowing she won and made her way back to the cupboard of bowls. “Can I know what you are making at least” she pulled bowls out and placed them on the counter. “No,” she said pulling open drawers. “You know everyone's secrets and moves before they make them, this once you’re just going to have to let go of control” he was impressed by her zeal. “As you wish Elain.”  

ELAIN

The heat of the oven hit Elain’s face as she removed the freshly baked muffins, the scent quickly filling the room. Azriel’s face lit up as he saw the food she had prepared for him. Elain picked what looked like the perfect muffin and set it on a plate. As she set it down in front of him he gave her a small smile, and a warmth began to spread, starting in her chest out to the tips of her fingers. She realized she’d never felt this way about anyone including Greyson. “They smell wonderful Elain” he moved to pick up the muffin and paused. “Aren’t you having one?” She settled herself in the stool next to him. “I’d like to see your reaction first.”

AZRIEL

He picked up the muffin and took a bite. It was sweet, light and quite possibly the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. “Elain, these are delicious” Watching her reaction, he felt his chest began to tighten. Seeing her beaming from her job well done. This was a feeling he’d never felt before. He felt warm and content. He could sit here with her forever he thought. As he finished off his last bite, he began to get up to clean off the table when Elain stopped him. Placing her hand on his arm to get his attention, he could feel the energy in the room shift around him. With a single touch, all he could sense was the female next to him. He turned to look back meeting her beautiful and hopeful eyes, slowly taking in her soft features; her delicate nose, rosy cheeks and looking over her full, enticing lips before meeting her gaze again. As their eyes met, he felt nervous all over again, unsure of what he should do. What had occurred in the tent was another time altogether-they had been parted and the moment overtook them both. Here and now he was unsure of what would be too much… but before he could muse any more, Elain pulled him into her pressing her lips against his softly.

ELAIN

Elain couldn’t wait any longer, she knew what she wanted and had already waited long enough to take it. As their lips met, she felt whole, like nothing could harm them. She could tell Az was nervous about going too far for her, which made her want to take the step all the more. She deepened the kiss as she moved her hands up into his hair, pulling him closer to her, Elain longed to feel him against her. She felt his hands slowly caress her back as he held her firmly to him. She felt him break the kiss as he pulled back to look at her as if to check if she was sure she wanted to continue. Elain took in the strong, handsome and kind male in front of her knowing that she wanted more. “Az, Please…” She breathed as she placed his hands firmly around her waist and moved to kiss him again. Azriel took her into his arms, standing up and lifting her with him, never breaking their kiss. With her cradled in his arms and his mouth on hers, he moved them using his mysterious powers to the bedroom. Elain felt the wall against her back as he moved her legs to wrap around his waist. She rested her head back as Azriel began softly kissing down her neck, placing kisses across her collar bone and down her chest. Her stomach in knots as he continued his assault, which seemed as calculated as his most complex of battle plans. His hands on her thighs moving upward as he began to kiss her again, she felt her body trembling under his touch as all she wanted was to feel him. The kiss deepened as his hands became rougher against her body with his need, pressing her forcefully against the wall she could feel how badly he wanted her too. He moved her slowly down to the ground again, locking eyes with her. “Would you mind doing that little trick from last night again for me?” She said giggling softly, he grinned as summoned the shadows once more which made quick work of his leathers. Before she could fully take in his defined body he was already there in front of her again, looking into her eyes intensely as he pulled her robe open and let it fall to the floor around her feet. She saw him look at her fully, his eyes cascading down, she moved to cover herself but his hands quickly intertwined with hers, stopping her. “You don’t have to hide from me, Elain.” he said to her softly as he pulled her into his arms. Their bodies pressed together as he tilted her chin upward and kissed her once more. She moved her hands against him, one tangled in his hair while the other trailed along his side, tracing the defined muscles there, moving downward to where she most wanted to touch him. His hands moved likewise, holding her close to him as he lightly touched her breasts, making her breath catch with the feeling. Az continued to touch her as he moved his one hand lower, over the plain of her stomach until he was touching her right there. Elain couldn’t help but break the kiss, throwing her head back as he brought her closer to release.  As she felt herself get closer, her knees became weak and she felt his other hand wrap around her to support her fully as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over her.

As she felt herself come back to the ground, she looked into Azriel’s eyes and pulled him in for a kiss. Their kiss deepened as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and walked them both to the bed. Without breaking the kiss he laid her on the bed and positioned himself above her, she could feel how ready he was to take her. She wrapped her legs around him once more, opening herself to him as they became one. The world around her shook as Azriel entered her, breaking their kiss with her moan as he adjusted himself to nip and suck at her breast. Their moans and sounds of their bodies meeting echoed around the room as Elain felt the tension building deep in her once again. “Kiss me, Az,” She said breathily. With that, he crashed his lips against hers as she felt herself tighten with release. Elain felt Azriel still above her as he moaned deeply into their kiss, shuddering slightly. They continued to kiss each other softly as Azriel rolled onto his side, holding her close.

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Beautiful Scars - Luzriel

Summary: When Azriel wakes up from a nightmare, Lucien is there to comfort him and tells Azriel his own stories. In turn, Azriel shares his.

A/N: I am so happy to finally be writing a fic featuring Luzriel! I apologize if my writing isn't at its best. I am working through some Writer's Block at the moment.

TW: Mention of whipping and some burning. The burning is more of a description of what Azriel felt, but be warned!

My Writing

The black void of my cell is all I know. Since I was old enough to be on my own, I have lived in this damned place, the only reprieve being the hour a week when I visit my mother. And the hour a day, but even then it isn’t true freedom; I am watched, guarded, like an animal about to escape its cage. Darkness has become my solace for it is the only way I know I don’t have to endure my half-brothers’ torture.

I hear steps coming. I see flames dancing along the cement walls. I think of making a prayer to the Mother, Cauldron, or both, but it has never worked before, so why bother now?

“Azriel,” a voice - the one belonging to the taller brother - sings, snickers following.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” A cruel joke. They know exactly where I am, as I’m always trapped in the cell. Then again, what about them isn’t cruel? Isn’t a joke?

Finally, they appeared. I tried to create distance between myself and the vicious beasts and ended up meeting a wall.

“Relax, Azriel,” The second one speaks now. “We just had a thought and wanted to share it with you.” A ruthless smirk appeared. “We were wondering what would happen if you mixed an Illyrian’s quick healing gifts with oil - and fire.”

“Of course we needed a test subject, and we thought, who better than our father’s bastard child.”

No.

They laughed at the horror and fear written for all to see on my face.

“Hold him.”

The tall one wrenched my hands away from where I was desperately trying to hide them in a futile attempt at avoided their latest sadistic game. I shut my eyes tightly waiting for the scheme to be over.

Maybe it won’t be painful, I tried to reason with myself. Maybe Illyrian healing works.

I felt a greasy liquid coat my hands. I heard the strike of a match, the flames bursting to life.

One of the monsters said something, but I wasn’t paying attention to his words.

Then all I felt was a pain like no other. ‘Pain’ wasn’t even the right word.

I was burning, screaming, and sobbing; wishing and crying for someone to help me.

Get me out of this! Out of this hell, I prayed. Please. Please. Help me.

“Azriel! Azriel! Wake up!” I yelled, trying to wake Azriel’s thrashing body.

He woke up with a gasp, heaving in gulps of air. I quickly got off the bed to open the bedroom windows, offering fresh air before rushing back to his side. I rubbed soothing circles on his lower back, muttering words of comfort. He buried his face in his arms, rocking back and forth.

“What did you dream of?” I whispered minutes laters.

“I…” Az lifted his head, eyes closed. “My hands.”

I paused my soothing strokes for a split second before resuming them. His scarred hands are a sensitive subject and Azriel rarely spoke about the events that led to the markings. We’ve been together for five years and I still didn’t know the story. But I understood. My scarred eye and back are sensitive to me as well. I haven’t said anything about how I received them, though I’m sure Az already knew, seeing as how he is a shadowsinger and spy.

“Do you want to talk about it?” A shake of his head.

For some reason I couldn’t explain, I wanted to share my story. Maybe it was to comfort Azriel in the way only another victim telling their story could.

“May I tell you my story?” I asked. Azriel nodded, curling his hands away from my view.

“As I’m sure you’ve figured out, I don’t have much of a filter. Probably never have, if I’m being honest. I was sent to Amarantha as Tamlin’s emissary to see if some peace treaty could be forged between them. When she refused, I… well, I didn’t take it well to put it kindly. Told her to ‘go back to shit-hole she crawled out of.’ My eye was punishment. She carved it out, then scarred my face.”

“I thought the scar was formed as a result of her taking out your eye,” Azriel whispered, voice hoarse.

“You didn’t know?” I was shocked. I was sure that he knew.

“I only gathered information that would be vital for the court. Sorry,” Azriel winced, “That sounds horrible of me.”

“It’s alright, Az,” I said, placing a kiss on his bare shoulder. “I probably wouldn’t have bothered to figure out the details myself if it happened to anyone else. The only problem is I’m a sucker for the details, no matter how horrid they may be.” Azriel huffed what might’ve been a laugh at that, no doubt remembering the great lengths I have gone to while staying here to find every piece of gossip.

“Anyway, I went back to the Spring Court and Tamlin contacted to Nuan who made me the one I have now. But then Feyre had her trials.” I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes, remembering the feeling of the skin on my back breaking open. Blood gushing down. The agonizing pain. “During her first trial with the Middengard Wyrm, while she was baiting the creature, Feyre lost track of it. I told her that the Wyrm was to her left. Tamlin gave me twenty lashes as punishment.” I opened my eyes, allowing the tears to fall. “He never apologized.”

“Lucien --” Azriel started to say.

“Sorry,” I let out a mirthless chuckle. “I just had an urge to tell you. I guess I just made things worse, huh?”

“No -- I -- I am glad you told me,” finally Az looked up. “I wanted you to tell me, and I’m happy you trust me enough to do so.” He leaned forward slowly, one of his hands coming up to cup my cheek, and placed a soft, sweet kiss on my scar. “I am so sorry you had to suffer through that.”

Those last words provided me with a feeling of solace. A simple sorry wouldn’t suffice from anyone else. But from someone who had any semblance of what I went through… it conveyed an understanding, consolation.

I gently wrapped my arms around Azriel, allowing him time to stop me if he wanted. He accepted the touch and we sat there, me holding him close, and him with his head nestled in the crook of my shoulder.

“Since I was able to be on my own, my sire kept me locked in a cell,” Azriel said softly a while later, cold fury lacing his words. “No windows, no light.”

I was bright, burning rage. I wanted to go to wherever the hell they live and rip them apart, piece by piece, with my bare hands.

“I was eight when it happened.” Once more, Azriel shut his eyes. “They wanted to know what would happen if oil and fire were mixed with the healing gifts of an Illyrian - another sick, twisted game of theirs. Warriors heard my screams. The scars - physically, emotionally, mentally -  remain.”

And nothing could ever completely heal those scars. Of that, I knew. The mark would remain forever, but it can become more bearable.

“That never should’ve happened to you, Az. You are so much better than them. They should have treated you better.”

At last Azriel turned to me, tears shining in his gorgeous hazel eyes, now shining with raw emotion. So rarely did he let his emotions show.

“Thank you, my love,” he whispered. Thanks, not just for the words, but for everything. The adoration he so rightly deserved. The comfort. Everything he has now.

“I love you, scars and all. Because your scars are beautiful,” I told him, cupping his hands in mine, and placing a kiss on them.

"Yours are beautiful too, love," Azriel said.

We shared one last kiss before succumbing to sleep, holding tightly to one another.

We slept through the night.

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Rap Sheet: ***639*** Acts of Media-Approved Violence and Harassment Against Trump Supporters (PART 1.)

When not calling Trump supporters “Nazis” as a means to dehumanize us, the establishment media like to whine about the lack of civility in American politics, even as they cover up, ignore, downplay, or straight-up approve of the wave of violence and public harassment we are seeing against supporters of President Trump.

It is open season on Trump supporters, and the media is only fomenting, encouraging, excusing, and hoping for more… The media are now openly calling Trump supporters “Nazis” and are blaming Trump for a mass murder he had nothing to do with. This, of course, is a form of harassment because it incites and justifies mob violence.

Here is the list, so far, and remember that if any one of these things happened to a Democrat, the media would use the story to blot out the sun for weeks. Remember how crazy the media went over a nobody rodeo clown who wore an Obama mask, a GOP staffer who criticized Obama’s daughters? 

And yet, hundreds of Trump supporters are harassed and brutalized and the media only dutifully report them, if at all. That is because the media are desperate to normalize and justify violence and harassment against Trump and his supporters.

And while the media openly encourage this violence against us, the media also campaign to disarm us, to take away our Second Amendment right to defend ourselves.

This list will be updated as needed. Back-filling it will be an ongoing project…

Here is a video channel dedicated to documenting the dozens and dozens of assaults against Trump supporters.

Please email [email protected]  with any updates or anything you think deserves to be added to this list. Also, if you see errors — duplicate postings or events misinterpreted as attacks on Trump supporters, please let us know. Unlike the establishment media’s reporting, we want this list to be comprehensive and factual.  

November 5, 2018: Bomb Threat called in at building next to Trump event.

November 5, 2018: Sen. Joe Manchin (D-WV) tells cheering supporters he “wanted to ‘Beat the Living Crap out of’ his GOP Opponent

November 3, 2018: Gillum (D-FL) intern arrested in Florida for throwing chocolate milk at College Republicans

November 2, 2018: Although reported to Twitter, live tweet (three days and counting) threatens Trump’s family.

November 2, 2018: Joe Biden Again Threatens To Harm GOP Candidate, “I’d Like To Give Him A High Threshold Of Pain”

October 31, 2018: Woman Threatens Violence Against 11-Year-Old over Trump Halloween Costume

October 31, 2018: Traverse City, MI,GOP office receives bomb threat

October 29, 2018: Actor James Cromwell: There will Be ‘Blood in the Streets’ Unless Trump Stopped

October 29, 2018: Twitter allows 179 death threats against Trump

October 29, 2018: FL: Shots Fired into South Daytona Republican Party Office

October 28, 2018: Left-wing mobs disrupt Marsha Blackburn (R-TN) rally

October 25, 2018: New York Times runs story fantasizing about Trump’s assassination

October 25, 2018: GOP headquarters vandalized in Iowa City, IA

October 24, 2018: Left-wing activist with history of harassing GOP lawmakers arrested for trying to buy radioactive material

October 24, 2018: N.J. GOP Congressional Candidate Receives Letter Threatening His Children

October 23, 2018: Boulder thrown through Rep. McCarthy’s (R-CA) office window

October 21, 2018: Obama’s former deputy secretary of state, Philippe Reines says harassment of McConnell and his wife “is fine”

October 20, 2018: Watch–Angry Leftists Harass McConnell, Wife at Restaurant: ‘Why Don’t You Get Out of Here?’

October 19, 2018: New York Man Charged With Threatening Two Senators Over Kavanaugh Support

October 18, 2018: Dem operative for Soros-funded group arrested for ‘battery’ against Nevada GOP candidate’s campaign manager

October 18, 2018: Rosie O’Donnell calls on military to remove Trump

October 17, 2018: TN Restaurant owner’s life threatened for renting space to GOP’s Marsha Blackburn

October 17, 2018: Portland Antifa tells 9/11 NYPD widow “YOUR HUSBAND SHOULD FUC*ING ROT IN THE GRAVE”

October 17, 2018: Professor calls for harassing Republicans at restaurants, sticking ‘fingers in their salads’

October 16, 2018: Person claimed ricin was in letter sent to Senator Collins home

October 16, 2018: Left-wing comedian gets physical with Trump supporter at Hooters

October 16, 2018: Republican candidate Shane Mekeland punched in Minnesota restaurant

October 16, 2018: Gov. Cuomo (D-NY) Blames GOP for Antifa Attack on Manhattan Club

October 16, 2018: Republican State Rep. Sarah Anderson assaulted in Minnesota

October 16, 2018: DFL Employee Calls for Republicans to be Beheaded

October 15, 2018: Vermont GOP House Candidate Receives Threatening Letter

October 13, 2018: VIDEO: Republican Justin Fareed’s Campaign Canvasser Allegedly Chased, Assaulted

October 12, 2018: GOP office vandalized in Mesa, AZ

October 12, 2018: Antifa Smash Windows, Deface Doors of Metropolitan Republican Club in Manhattan

October 11, 2018: Anti-Trump Protester Threatens to Rape Conservative Reporter

October 11, 2018: A truck with ‘Trump 2020’ bumper stickers was left at a bar overnight. Someone set it on fire.

October 10, 2018: Susan Rice’s Republican Son Assaulted at Pro-Kavanaugh Event

October 10, 2018: Eric Holder Tells Dem Activists: ‘When They Go Low, We Kick ‘Em’

October 10, 2018: CNN says mobs have “constitutional right” to chase Republicans out of restaurants

October 9, 2018: Hillary Clinton opposes “civility” with Republicans.

October 8, 2018: Raw Story’s Editor: Steve Scalise ‘Accomplice’ to His Attempted Murder

October 8, 2018: Leftist Teacher Tweets: “So Who’s Gonna Take One For the Team and Kill Kavanaugh?”

October 8, 2018: Antifa Takes Over Portland, Harasses Old Man for Disobeying

October 8, 2018: Rand Paul’s Wife: I Sleep with a Loaded Gun Thanks to Leftists’ Threats

October 7, 2018: Sen. Cory Gardner claims wife received a beheading video over Kavanaugh vote.

October 6, 2018: Sen. Rand Paul (R-KY) harassed at airport

October 6, 2018: Kavanaugh Protesters Accost an Elderly Trump Supporter

October 6, 2018: Sen. Collins Flooded with Abusive Tweets Threatening Death, Violence

October 5, 2018: Protesters Chase Graham To His Car Saying They Will Remove Him From Office

October 4, 2018: Republican Senators Hit With Death Threats Amidst Kavanaugh Fight

October 3, 2018: Ricin and threatening letter sent to Trump

October 2, 2018: 2 hospitalized after exposure to powdery substance at Cruz’s Houston campaign office

October 2, 2018: GOP Congressman Andy Harris (R-MD) assaulted by protesters

October 1, 2018: Vandals Hit IL GOP Headquarters With ‘RAPE’ Graffiti

October 1, 2018: Senator Mitch McConnell Badgered At Airport By Anti-Kavanaugh Activists

September 30, 2018: Georgetown prof: White GOP senators in Kavanaugh hearing ‘deserve miserable deaths’

September 27, 2018: Republican Senators doxxed by Democrat Congressional intern

September 25, 2018: CNN Defends harassment of Ted Cruz

September 25, 2018: Ted Cruz and Wife harassed out of DC restaurant

September 20, 2018: Brett Kavanaugh and family receive death threats

September 17, 2018: Gov. Jerry Brown (D-CA) “Something’s got to happen to this guy [Trump], because if we don’t get rid of him…”

September 12, 2018: Resistance Makes Rape Threat to Susan Collins Staffer over Kavanaugh Vote

September 11, 2018: DC police investigate threat to commit mass shooting at a MAGA event in Trump International Hotel

September 11, 2018: Threats of Rape and Strangling’ Force Writer Into Hiding After Anti-Abortion Tweet

September 11, 2018: Trump Hater Attacks California GOP House Candidate with Switchblade

September 10, 2018: Hispanic Immigrant says she was spit on in Santa Monica for Trump hat.

September 10,2018: Broadway Star Carole Cook on Trump: ‘Where’s John Wilkes Booth When you Need Him?

September 6, 2018: Media and Leftists Harass Rep. Devin Nunes (R-CA) and His Family

September 6, 2018: Black Trump Fan Booted from Bar for Wearing Trump Hat

September 6, 2018: Arsonists hit Albany County GOP Headquarters in Laramie, WY.

September 5, 2018: TV Writer Hopes Kavanaugh Daughters ‘Go to School Without Being Shot’

September 5, 2018: Man Ahouting ‘Treason’ Intentionally Rammed Truck into Local Fox Station KDFW

August 31, 2018: Dem Rep. Ruben Gallego Threatens Immigration Officials

August 28, 2018: California student arrested for stealing MAGA hat from classmate, slapping teacher

August 27, 2018: “F” Trump: Flagstaff, AZ, GOP Office Vandalized

August 19, 2018: Dad Dares Daughter To Knock Off Guy’s MAGA Hat For 100 Bucks. She Does It.

August 18, 2018: Trump supporter assaulted by aging punk rocker.

August 14, 2018: CNN’s Chris Cuomo justifies and encourages violence against Trump supporters.

August 12, 2018: TX Restaurant forced to close social media accounts over photo of Jeff Sessions

August 9, 2018: ‘Frozen’ Actor snatches Trump banner away from audience member

August 9, 2018: FBI announce arrest for contract killing threat of ICE agent via Twitter

August 9, 2018: Antifa blocks Infowars reporter’s access to park

August 8, 2018: Democrat protester harass GOP rep. “Shame on your Mexican wife!”

August 6, 2018: Infowars reported harassed by Antifa in Portland

August 6, 2018: FL: Vandals throw dead fish on Lee Co. Republican headquarters

August 4, 2018: Democrat Alison Grimes ‘Jokes’ about Rand Paul beating

August 4, 2018: Trump supporter’s car has all 4 tires slashed in Philly.

August 4, 2018: Left-wing terrorists Antifa follow and harass Candace Owens

August 3, 2018: Anarchy Breaks Out in Portland, With the Mayor’s Blessing

August 2, 2018: Man arrested for threatening Rep. SteveScalise

August 1, 2018: Woman charged with trying to hit man with her car over Trump sticker

July 28, 2018: Sen. Cory Booker Pleads for Supporters to ‘Get Up in the Face of Congresspeople’

July 26, 2018: KY: Fayette County GOP headquarters vandalized

July 26, 2018: Trump supporter punched in Hollywood

July 25, 2018: Trump’s Hollywood Walk of Fame star destroyed … again.

July 25, 2018: Man arrested, indicted on charges after allegedly threatening Congresswoman Diane Black

July 24, 2018: Sen Cory Booker (D-NJ) Says Brett Kavanaugh supporters are “complicit in evil”

July 23, 2018: Denver Post Runs Letter to Editor Suggesting Trump Should Be Executed

July 23, 2018: Elizabeth Warren Supporter Shoves Challenger

July 20, 2018: Green-Haired “Gender Fluid” Guy Spits All Over Teen’s MAGA Hat

July 20, 2018: ‘Hang Trump’ Shirt Peddled on Facebook

July 19, 2018: ‘New Yorker’ Kills Trump

July 19, 2018: CA Anti-Trump Protesters Target Legal Immigrant’s Cafe Over Trump Support, Hurl Feces

July 17, 2018: Uber Driver Refuses to Serve Black Conservatives Over MAGA Hat

July 17, 2018: Gory Trump Throat-Cutting Art Decorates Portland Gallery

July 16, 2018: House Democrat Calls For ‘Military Folks’ To ‘Stop Trump’

July 16, 2018: Mob chases pro-Trump group out of Los Angeles bar

July 15, 2018: Social Distortion singer attacks Trump supporter

July 15, 2018: Anti-Trump Paraglider Who Buzzed Trump Visit Arrested in Britain

July 15, 2018: Former Clinton WH Staffer: It’s ‘Tempting’ to Beat up Rand Paul

July 13, 2018: Anti-Israel protesters harass Jared and Ivanka with loud speakers outside their home

July 13, 2018: 76-year-old man assaulted by anti-Trump thugs in San Diego.

July 11, 2018: ABC’s Terry Moran shames Fox News’s Shannon Bream for feeling threatened at SCOTUS protest

July 10, 2018: Protesters arrested, accused of assaulting officer at Portland ICE office

July 10, 2018: Man threatens to ‘curb stomp’ Trump supporter at Disneyland

July 10, 2018: Fox News Reporter Harassed, Threatened And Forced To Leave Supreme Court By Leftist Mob

July 9, 2018: Far-left blog Talking Points Memo mocks Stephen Miller over report of confrontation with bartender.

July 9, 2018: Trump senior aide Stephen Miller harassed on street by angry bartender.

July 9, 2018: Motorists scream curse words at Sean Spicer in his yard.

July 9, 2018: Trump senior aide Kellyanne Conway harassed in grocery store

July 9, 2018: Anti-Trump activists vandalize New York DHS office

July 8, 2018: LISTEN: Idaho GOP Rep. Receives Threatening Voicemails, Emails Because of This Facebook Post

July 8, 2018: Longtime Hillary Clinton aide publishes contact information about bookstore owner who stopped the harassment of Steve Bannon, Reines’s  obvious goal is to see the bookstore owner harassed.

July 8, 2018: Far-left Daily Beast writer defends public harassment of Steve Bannon

July 7, 2018: Sen. Majority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-KY) menaced outside restaurant. We know where you live!

July 7, 2018: Steve Bannon harassed at bookstore; police called

July 7, 2018: Left-wing AntiFa terrorists attack peaceful Tommy Robinson supporters in San Francisco

July 7, 2018: New York Times editorial calls for Dems to “take a page from The Godfather” to “go to the mattresses” to stop Trump’s Supreme Court nominee.

July 6, 2018: BLM activist calls for assassination of Supreme Court Justice

July 6, 2018: Brick Thrown Through Front Door Of Wheeling, IL, Township Republican Headquarters

July 6, 2018: CNN analyst justifies violence against Trump supporters

July 6, 2018:  Long Island Man Threatened to Kill Supporters of Republican Congressman, Trump: Police

July 6, 2018: Florida man attacked over Trump flag in yard.

July 6, 2018: Woman threatens to stab Alan Dershowitz in heart.

July 5, 2018: Founder of #WalkAway campaign refused service at camera store.

July 5, 2018: Trump supporter wearing Make America Great Again hat allegedly assaulted in burger joint (video at link).

July 4, 2018: Paul Begala Reportedly Sending Serial-Harasser Mike Stark To Harass Barbara Comstock July 4th

July 3, 2018: Left-wing Catholic calls for sending Trump supporters to the guillotine

July 3, 2018: Nebraska GOP office vandalized.

July 3, 2018: EPA head Scott Pruitt harassed at restaurant.

July 2, 2018: MAGA hat wearer harassed at seafood restaurant

July 2, 2018: Mother of cancer survivor harassed online for thanking Eric Trump for $16 million in St. Jude support

July 2, 2018: Cher accuses ICE of “Gestapo tactics.”

July 2, 2018: Man accused of threatening to kill Sen. Rand Paul (R-KY) and his family.

July 1, 2018: Washington Post reporter publicly calls on mobs to give Trump officials a “life sentence” of harassment.

July 1, 2018: Man wearing MAGA hat refused service in restaurant.

July 1, 2018: AntiFa terrorists attack Patriot Prayer rally in Portland.

June 30, 2018: Attorney Attacks Elderly Vet at “Keeping Families Together” March

June 29, 2018: Media falsely blame Trump for murder of five journalists in Maryland.

June 29, 2018: Hollywood actor calls on Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-KY) to be harassed at “every meal.”

June 29, 2018: California man accused of threatening to kill FCC Chairman Ajit Pai’s children.

June 28, 2018: Reuters editor says Trump has blood on his hands for murder of five journalists in Maryland. He still has a job.

June 28, 2018: Singer John Legend praises and agrees with Rep. Maxine Waters for calling on mobs to publicly harass Trump officials out of public spaces like restaurants.

June 28, 2018: Journalist lies about Maryland mass-shooter being a Trump supporter.

June 28, 2018: Co-Chair of Women for Trump Receives Death Threats After CNN Appearance

[feyreofthewildfire]

We’ll Go Together - Chapter 12

Hello!

1) I apologize for disappearing. I got smacked in the face with both homework and writer's block. I still don't like this chapter, as a matter of fact. It's just filler for the most part. Next chapter'll get good. Promise.

2) It's Halloween!!!!! Happy Halloween everyone.

3) I volunteered at a homeless shelter today and idk my perspective has changed a bit. I just wanted to add that for some reason.

Please enjoy! - Jade

Chapter 1

I will surrender tonight Before we both lose this fight Take my defenses, all my defenses I lay down this armor for you

Nesta’s unprepared for the text.

She can only stare at it, reading it over and over again as if it’ll change the contents of it. It had arrived in the process of her changing into the bag of clothes Cassian had brought a week or so ago from his apartment—the outfit she’d stashed there in case of emergencies.

She leaves the sweatshirt that smells like his cologne in the bag.

It’s the most casual outfit she’s worn in years—a soft t-shirt and a pair of black leggings—but it’s the most comforting. She’s shed the life of dresses and immaculate jewelry, leaving it far behind with the ring she’d pawned off online.

Cassian’s apartment ASAP

It’s from Feyre, in a tone far more assertive then she’d ever expected from her youngest sibling. It seems that Rhysand had truly brought out a different side of her—presumably the one that governed an entire country; or court. Whatever they were called.

Her Uber is already out front when she exits the hospital, a simple Prius with black seats. It’s certainly nothing fancy, and so refreshing from the countless sports cars and limos she’d been stuffed into that her tensed shoulders drop.

By the time she arrives, Feyre has still refused to give away any information over text or even call. She insists that Nesta be there in person, but the thought of walking into Cassian’s apartment makes her sick. She’s only been in there a few times, but those few times had been rather… memorable.

She lets her hair curtain the nauseated look on her face as she knocks on the door labeled 93F. When it opens, it’s to a stressed-out, rumpled looking Rhys. He just sighs in relief when he sees her, “Oh, thank the Cauldron.” He doesn’t say anything else, only walking back into the apartment and leaving the door open behind him.

Her eyes widen at the sounds of muffled screaming coming from down the hall.

She nearly knocks Rhys over as she sprints for the bedroom, slamming the door open and coming to a screeching halt inside the doorway.

She’s greeted with a sight equally terrifying and impossible.

Feyre’s standing over Cassian, hands trailing along his back that glow with a yellow light that defied all logic. Two monstrous bumps protrude from his skin, the grinding of his teeth nearly audible as she runs towards him.

She skirts around Feyre and falls to her knees beside Cassian, running her fingers repeatedly through his hair as he screams. Nesta can’t imagine the pain he’s in, she doesn’t want to. Even after Tomas had nearly shot him he had barely even grunted in pain. It tears her in half.

She loops an arm over his neck and presses her forehead to his as if her touch alone can heal him. She turns her head towards her sister after a moment. “What the fuck is going on?” She demands.

Feyre moves away from her spot when Rhys gently pushes her away and resumes whatever it is she was doing, though his hands swirl black instead of yellow. Her youngest sister uses the back of her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead before answering. “Cass and Az are both growing wings—the ones they used to have before the spell.” She gasps in between breaths. Nesta notes the fact that Feyre’s entire body glows with a yellow sunshine-like light. She decides not to comment.

“Why’s he in so much pain?” She asks again as Cassian reaches for her hand and squeezes, nearly shattering her fingers. She can’t bring herself to care if he does.

“The growth is… it’s ungodly. Amren said that they’re growing at around two inches an hour. Cassian’s wingspan used to be over fifteen feet. We’re not sure when we’ll have to pull them out, but this’ll take at least four days and that’s if the growth doesn’t slow. We’re trying to subdue the pain, but human remedies aren’t working and it seems the pain just wakes him when we try to knock him out. Amren’s with Az. His are growing in faster and he has an even larger wingspan.”

“Mine’s still the biggest.” Rhys cuts in, winking at Feyre with an inside joke Nesta doesn’t understand. Feyre simply swats at his arm in exasperation, though a little smile is evident on her face. “You know it’s true, darling.”

“This is serious, Rhys.” Her sister reprimands, even though there’s not true chastisement in her tone. She turns back to Nesta. “Thing is we can’t be here with him the entire four days. There are other things Rhys and I have to do if we want to ever go back home, and we need to do it now before we run out of time.”

“So you’re just going to leave him here like this?” Nesta spits out, nearly standing in her anger. “In this much pain?”

“The pain he’s going through isn’t going to be worth anything if we don’t get the Book,” Rhys says. “If we get trapped here, then the wings become nothing more than a liability that’ll get him locked up for experimentation by the gov—” He looks towards Feyre with a helpless expression.

“Government,” Feyre supplies.

“—Yeah. That.”

“I still don’t understand. What book?” She turns her head back to Cassian, who’s staring at her with some sort of desperation she doesn’t recognize. It’s revitalized as if he’s looking at her for the first time. She can’t even question him about it.

“What do you remember from before?” Feyre’s loud, insistent tone surprises her. It’s something she’d never thought she’d hear from her timid sister.

“Not… not much. Little snippets.”

“The Book of Breathings holds the spell that brought us here. We’re hoping it also has the counterspell to get us back,” Rhys interrupts, still standing over Cassian’s back with his hands glowing black. “Damnit. Feyre, darling, will you come help me?” He grits out, “I can’t get the left one to sit right.”

Nesta tunes out Feyre’s response and focuses back on her ex… ex-something. She can’t bring herself to contemplate the strangeness of their relationship when he’s in so much pain. She carefully covers his lips with hers, if only for a moment.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it.” She murmurs, repeating it over and over again. She gently runs her fingers through his long hair, wishing she could take some of the pain for him. Maybe, maybe she needs him more than she wants to admit. Maybe, maybe he had been a lifeline in the middle of the ocean she’d been drowning in. Maybe, maybe she had gotten used to the water that filled her lungs and had let him go.

She doesn’t know how to need him, or how to love him like he deserves.

All she can do is hold him.

It’s hard to breathe.

She can feel her head getting cloudy, hands shaking as they glow with a sunlight she doesn’t truly recognize. The look on Rhys’ face had been enough to tell her what she’d needed to know—that this was one of her powers from before. He’d told her snippets in between their turns of setting Cassian’s wings, of the time she’d saved his life with her blood. That was one story she wasn’t intending to relive. Rhys had then said that since she had been born mortal, her blood was likely void of magic in this world. The relieved sigh that’d escaped her had been hard to ignore.

The careful maneuvering of the wings growing and incubating underneath Cassian’s skin is harder than she had originally thought it. They grow at an alarming rate. As soon as she’s moved them to be in their proper place, they’re bent out again. It’s an exhausting battle that can’t be won and yet needs to be fought.

The assertiveness she addresses Nesta with is new to her, the strong words feeling foreign on her tongue. She supposes that it’s Rhys that instills that strength in her, with all his soft looks and encouraging smiles. Her sister kneels beside Cassian, muttering things she can’t hear into his ear.

“Feyre,” Her eyes, which had fallen closed, snap wide open at the sound of her name. Rhys looks at her with his own subtle exhaustion. “Take a nap. Eat something.”

She immediately opens her mouth to protest, to insist that she’s fine and that she can keep going and that she has to keep going—

All the arguments fall away when Rhys tilts his head and raises a single eyebrow.

She sighs, “Fine. I’ll order takeout for all of us. I think we can take a break for a few minutes to eat as long as Nesta’s here.”

Her feet carry her over to him, where she plants a small, timid kiss on his jaw. It’s hard to ignore the way his breath hitches. “I’m going to take a quick power nap after I call. Wake me when the food gets here.”

He nods and she directs one last smile at him before exiting the room, grabbing her phone and pulling up the saved number for their favorite Chinese takeout. Sad, maybe, but cheap and effective.

She makes the order as she reorients her hair, attempting to slick back the baby hairs with a little bit of water and perseverance. They had kept getting in the way earlier and driving her crazy.

When the order’s made she tucks her phone into the back pocket of her paint-stained jeans, washing her hands under the warm water out of pure habit.

Two pairs of hands in the sink, soothing words passing from her lips as she washes the blood from beneath his nails.

The back of her hand slams into the faucet with the sudden memory, a small swear slipping out as the skin throbs. Her mind scrambles to place the little snippet within the timeline in her head, knowing that she’ll just have to ask Rhys about it. She has no doubt the second pair of hands were his. Whose else would they be?

She knows that the water isn’t actually running red, but it seems her mind’s playing tricks on her. It’s hard to ignore the fact that she’s exhausted, both from how extraneous she hadn’t realized magic was and how whirlwind her past week had been.

Her entire body aches as she walks to the couch in the living room, the faux leather cooling on her overheated skin. Immediately she lies down, facing inward and curling up.

Sleep carries her away, filled with memories of water wolves and water droplets filtering into stars.

Elain’s not sure why she’s crying.

Amren and the blonde woman who’d introduced herself as Mor stand over Azriel, murmuring to each other and doing... Whatever it is they’re doing.

The feeling of uselessness lingers with her, small, silent tears falling as she runs her fingers through his hair, his head perched in her lap. All she can do is provide comfort, attempt to give him some distraction from the pain.

He had done so much for her, even before they’d become some sort of reincarnated magical faeries, and there was so little she could do for him. It pained her.

His scarred hands curl around the sheet of the bed, knuckles turning white, a grunt escaping from him every so often. All Rhys had told her was that Az was growing wings of some sort before jetting off.

It was infuriating—being left out of the loop. Even if it wasn’t necessary, she still would’ve liked to know what was going on. Little, inconsistent tears drip down her face and slide down her neck into the fabric of her shirt.

Az half turns his face to look up at her, hazel eyes flashing with concern. One of the hands shakily reaches up and wipes away a tear with a surprising tenderness, given the circumstances. She turns her hand to the side and plants a kiss on the inside of his hand in thanks.

As soon as she does his eyes fall shut and his hand falls slack once more, though he seems to curl a little tighter around her. Elain’s not sure why, maybe he finds her a grounding presence through the pain, but it’s not as though she could deny him. He was in so much pain. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to help him in that moment.

The blonde woman—Mor, she has to remind herself—swipes the back of her hand across her forehead, flicking away the perspiration. She fixes her eyes on Azriel, a puzzled look settling its way onto her features. “What was his name again?”

Elain doesn’t even have it in her to be the slightest bit annoyed, “Azriel.”

Mor’s brow furrows, even as she ducks her head down again and begins to do whatever she’s doing to the left bump on his back, hands glowing yellow. “How did I already know that?” She mutters, blonde curls bobbing as she shakes her head once as if it’ll clear the clouds of memories in her head. Elain knows how she’s feeling. She feels the exact same way.

“War camp. Autumn Court. Eris.”

It’s the first words he’s spoken since she’d found him half delirious and riddled with pain that morning. Elain immediately shushes him, carding her fingers through his hair again. He speaks anyways.

“Five hundred years. We were…” He grunts in pain, “...friends for five hundred years.”

The golden light from Mor glows a little brighter as if her power was strengthening with the memories he brought forth.

“Yes… Of course. How could I have forgotten?” Mor scoffs, as if in disbelief that she could ever forget such a thing, even though she’d had no recollection of it mere moments ago. There’s a new clarity in her eyes as if a fog had been lifted.

Loneliness piles itself on top of the uselessness in Elain’s throat, threatening to stop her breath and stifle her heart. It’s nothing new, that’s for certain.

She’d just never thought she’d feel it around Az.

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