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nestable · 3 years

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BRING IT ON HOME NESSIAN ONESHOT

Bring it on Home to me by Sam Cooke is on of my favorite songs in the word and I highly recommend you go have a listen if you havent heard it, I promise you wont regret it. I was listening to it the other day and instantly thought of how these lyrics resonated with nessian, cassian more especially and couldn't resist writing this fic. Just a little soft, SFW, domestic Nessian. 🥺😭

"Nes." Cassian groaned as he rolled closer to her side of the bed. "Nesta?"

After being met with stark silence, Cassian outstretched his hand only for it to collapse onto cold sheets.

No Nesta, he realized with a start.

Though he and his Nesta have been mated for some months now, all of which have been without an incident, he can't help but worry.

Each night he reassures himself with the knowledge of their bond, the heat of her body pressed against his own, the words of love and loyalty she ensures he hears everyday, that she is safe and finally happy.

Not miserable and balancing on the cusp of oblivion where he found her last year. Juggling between drowning her sorrows and indulging in sub-par sex just to feel something, just to deny the connection they share because she felt that she wasnt worthy of him. No, that was all over now, but he can't help when the memories resurface.

The memory of Nesta writhing and arched in her bed as silver flames wreathed her body like a shroud. The screams of pain and anguish that left her lips only to be swallowed by starless night and Deaths flames. How the very mountain trembled beneath their feet, bracing itself for the potential explotion that Cassian could sense building up. Somehow he knew that Velaris would've been crumpled to dust that night and become a fond memory. He felt it in his gut. Just the same way he felt her night terrors take hold of her for her powers to bask in centre stage. And in the same breath, he also felt that he could stop it. Whether that was pure male arrogance or the suspicion of the bond that lay between them, that was yet to be found. And it was...the moment her powers seized in intensity when he said her name. Once, twice, just enough for Rhys to gain control and save them all.

No, he would never forget that and he'd be damned if it were to happen again and catch him in a helpless position as the first time he witnessed the extent of her power. A power that mostly returned back to the Cauldron, only to be replaced by 3 Dread troves and the Mothers favour. A different sort of threat perhaps. One sweeter, kinder, even benign from what he's witnessed.

Nesta barely speaks about the power the same way she did with her Cauldron gifts. She reassures him that these were different, these she understands and smiled every time he enquired about her connection with the Mother. He wishes to know more, his body yearns for it, but his mate has always loved surprises.

Cassian threw on a pair of his undershorts before leaving his and Nestas new room. Though the House of Wind has become their shared abode, its ill advised to walk around naked with the possibility of Azriel becoming an unwilling spectator with his prowling around the halls in the dead of night like he's been doing for the past year.

Cassian loves his brother, sometimes more than kin normally do, he believes sometimes, but he'll never forgive him for that night he ruined his birthday night when he walked in on Nesta modelling her new negligee in the library. He's never jumped from one intense emotion to another so quickly. Blinded by the red lace of her silk garments only to see red of a different kind when the blue of Azriels siphon opened the door.

The territorial male part of him nearly took over that night and he was inclined to let it ride him had Nesta not winnowed them to their room and pushed him onto the bed. The anger, the curiosity he had as to how Nesta was able to winnow around the House when no one else could were obscured then turned insignificant by the view of Nesta sitting astride on his thighs.

Cassian followed the music swimming through the hall which brought him to a new lounge area that didn't present itself in the centuries that he's been living here until Nesta inherited the place.

Many new things have made their presence known and sprung to life since Nestas made the House her home. Hidden rooms have materialized, troves have opened and a gorgeous garden has flourished on the top of the mountain. As if in preparation of someone, or little someone's who might need it.

Cassian isn't blind to the fact that the House makes things available according to Nestas hopes, dreams and wishes. All of which make Cassian excited for the future and a forever with his mate even more.

Nesta was leaning against the cream white wall that she and Cassian painted just last night, holding an A2 canvas painting in both hands. He couldn't decipher her facial expression or read some of the wild thoughts that were evidently bouncing around her head as Nesta was inclined to raising her mental walls to him when she was stressed. He'd once asked why and she told him that she didnt want to plague him with her problems. Didnt want to bother him. Little did she know that Cassian was built for her, problems and all. Nothing about Nesta could bother him. Not even the parts that bothered her.

"Hi." He whispered which startled Nesta before she composed herself. For her to be so drawn into her thoughts that she didnt notice him approaching, instantly put him on edge him.

"Hi." She said, plastering a lazy smile onto her face.

Cassian took that as an invitation to enter. His eyes swept across the room, taking in the organized clutter. From the closed boxes filling the lounge, the half hung snow white gossamer curtains blowing in from the open balcony, to the slightly dusty white marble tiles that were installed just last week.

Cassian was a bit skeptical when Nesta told him of her plans to decorate this room in all white. White cushions, white couches, white walls, white flower arrangements, white chandeliers and white fur carpets felt like a fever dream to Cassian, but now that it's all coming to life, he can see the vision of beauty that Nesta had in mind. A vision not only limited to this lounge but the entire House of Wind that Nesta will decorate herself with the input of the House itself to revitalize the place. All of which will be paid for by Rhys.

How the Cauldron matched him to such a female, not mere female but god, he'll never know. All he can do is be grateful and work to be worthy and deserve the gift to draw breath in her presence.

Now that Nestas accepted her Human emissary role and is the courts newly appointed courtier, she's recieving the same fat salary like the rest of the IC, but Cassian doubts that Rhysand will ever let Nesta access her funds because he insists on paying for everything for her. Which goes to show that Rhys' gratitude for Nesta runs very far. Or guilt, or both.

What Nesta did for Feyre, Nyx and Rhys was something that couldnt be described with words. She saved their lives and in doing so the entire court. Rhys failed to tell his family about him and Feyres decision and never left a plan of action to follow after his death. Had he died, the role of High Lord could've fallen to anyone. Probably Keir or one of Mors detestable brothers because they are Rhys closest male blood relatives. What they would've done to Velaris, done to the entire court....Cassian seldom contemplates that. Nestas sacrifice and mercy saved them all and in doing so, opened herself to a higher form of being that is yet to be seen.

"What are you doing up so late?"

"I had a lot on my mind. I couldn't sleep so I decided to come and get this room in order." She explained, flipping her golden brown hair over her shoulder.

"What's been on your mind?" Cassian asked casually, taking a step closer.

He'd have embraced her and held her against his chest if it weren't for the massive painting in her hands. A painting that he can feel is the source of all her trepidation.

Nesta bit her lip before turning the canvas toward him and placing it in his hands. "Feyre finally finished that and it was delivered yesterday afternoon. I was too afraid to open it then- but I figured that I wouldn't be able to sleep until I saw it."

At first glance, anyone would assume that the muse was Nesta. From the steel eyes to the clear skin and poise in the pose. But upon further inspection, the age of the woman, the beauty spot beneath her right eye and slight darker tresses reveals the truth.

"This is your mother..." Cassian said lowly. The weight of the image, not the canvas itself but the obvious memories, pain and loss the painting held settled on him.

"Was." She uttered a bit sharply. Her throat bobbing up and down.

Cassians eyes darted between Nesta and the painting. Surprise and admiration pouring into him in droves. Her sisters did mention more than once that Nesta is their mothers spitting image, but this...it was as though the same person had been born twice.

"You stole her whole face." He chuckled, bringing a sweet curve to Nestas lip.

"I know...I know." She shrugged.

Cassian lay the painting carefully against the wall then wrapped his arms around his mates shoulders. Her own found their home around his waist as she rested her chin atop his chest so that their eyes could meet.

If it were a few months ago, a year, she would've furiously blinked away the tears that have settled in her eyes, or rejected their proximity entirely. Only to retain a semblance of control that shes strived so hard to maintain. But now shes opened herself to him entirely. Made him a part of both her happiness and pain, loss and gain, victories and failure. Just as their mating vows ordered.

"Talk to me." He whispered, dragging his fingers through her hair.

"I- I just...I know that my mother was not the best of mothers, nor did she love us in the ways that a mother should but....but that doesn't make me love her any less. She might've trained me instead of raised me, saw me as a ticket to wealth and leisure or lived vicariously through me but she was still my mother." Her tears fell down her cheeks as if a damn had been broken. "There were good moments as well as bad and I'm not going to pretend that she was never loving or good to me. Elain and Feyre might've forgotten her, but I can't... I wont."

Cassian lowered his head to press soft kisses to her cheeks where her tears left stains. "I know." He murmured. "You dont share the same memories as Elain and Feyre, it's only natural that you saw her much differently and remember her in a better light than they do." He rubbed feather light circles on the back of her neck in an attempt to assuage her from her pain.

"It broke my heart when I walked through Feyres house that day and didn't see a piece of myself or her. It felt like I was being erased, forgotten. Now I've found my place in that hall but she hasn't. I couldn't allow that to happen. I couldn't let her be erased just like that."

"And she wont be, not if you will it. I'll remember her with you." Cassians lips found Nestas and before they knew it, the couple found themselves descending into a deep kiss that only a mating bond could conjure.

"You know that's one of the reasons I love you?" He stated, to which Nesta replied with a raised brow. "Your compassion, your massive heart, your loyalty... these are all qualities that you motivate me to pursue everyday. You've kept your soft side hidden for a long time and now we're starting to see it." She smiled. By far the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. "That sweet love. Just bring it on home to me."

A giggle was shared between them as soon as the words left his mouth. The lyrics of a song, their song, that came on the day of their mating ceremony that they had on repeat for 2 hours straight. Cassian had never heard a song that spoke to him and his experience with love the way that one did. One that Nesta knew would speak to his very marrow and chose not to warn him in advance, only to see his reaction.

"You're insufferable." She said, only to hug him tighter and lay her head on his chest.

"Well then you're going to have to get used to it, Nes. We only have forever left together."

Just when Cassian expected Nesta to respond, the soft melody of a piano begun in the corner of the room from Nesta symphoniam, followed by the ever true lyrics that might've been written for them, that might as well have been their wedding and mating vows.

If you ever change your mind

About leaving, leaving me behind

Baby, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Nesta begun the dance. Cassian followed with no hesitation. Though it was a far cry from the pulsating waltz they'd done in Hewn city or other court events thereafter. It was far more intimate, passionate. Just a sway of the hips and foot movements that reforged and strengthened the golden bond that surged through them on Winter Solstice and polished it to a shimmer. Their bond was not a mere tether, not a chain. It was a rainbow. Shimmering through storms and sunny days. It didnt only make its presence known or surge when they were in the throes of passion, it became more sentient when they were upset with each other. It was the musical and colourful road that led mate back to mate. Self back to self.

I know I laughed when you left

But now I know I only hurt myself

Baby, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

His heart cracked at the words and the truth they carry. The memories when they were so at odds with each other that they could barely be in the same room longer than necessary. The nights when he thought the immense sadness and grief at the prospect of losing her entirely would drown him and suffocate him. When he wished that he could rip his heart out of his chest only to get a reprieve from his anguish. Anguish he attempted to expunge with throwing himself into work and training only to realize that the further they moved from one another, the further they moved from themselves.

As if Nesta could hear and feel those memories, she held onto him tighter. This female, his tether to reality, his anchor, the tree that was able to weather a thunderstorm that left the land decimated only to come back and continue to grow with fruits and flowers on display for all to see.

I'll give you jewellery and money, too

That ain't all, that ain't all I'll do for you

Oh, if you bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian knew that from the moment he met Nesta, there was nothing in the world that he wouldn't do for her. Nothing too out of reach that if she should request, he would give. He was already hers in mind, body and soul. Their bond might've snapped into being after she emerged from the cauldeon, but the draw he felt toward her was infinite. Like their souls were made from the same essence but placed on earth in different time periods so that they know life without the other, to appreciate being together more.

You know I'll always be your slave

'Til I'm buried, buried in my grave

Oh honey, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian held up Nestas hand so that he may look upon the wedding and mating band. She requested that she have both and went to the best jeweler in Velaris to fuse both choices so that they sit as one on her finger. Both were made of rose gold, the slimmer wedding ring was imbued with three tanzanite diamonds and the larger mating band sports just one giant diamond that would need it's own security team. Cassian knew his mate loved nice things and made him pay a pretty penny to get it. He'd do again if only to see the stars that twinkled in her eyes when they chose the bands at the jeweler.

He looked at his own jeweled finger. A simple silver band that stood out more than he expected it to. He wanted to get black carbon fiber but Nesta threatened not to speak to him again if he had. Now he can't stop looking at it. He loves how it makes an appearance even though he's bedecked in full illyrian armour. He'll never forget the swell of pride he felt when his soldiers eyes zoned in on the piece of metal that could've easily been obscured by the red siphon that rests atop his hand, but chose to stand out and make its presence known. A symbol of his immature bachelorhood dead and gone, giving life to a new stage in his life. A stage he's waited for longer than he cares to admit.

He remembers using the word 'shackled' when describing his mating bond with Nesta when he was upset with her, but now that word seems appropriate. If the pieces of metal sitting on their matching fingers are the shackles of which he spoke, then he'd wear his shackles with pride.

One more thing

I tried to treat you right

But you stayed out, stayed out at night

But I forgive you, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian rarely thinks about the time they spent apart. When resentment, self punishment and grief pulled them apart only because those memories are nothing in comparison to the centuries he spent without her.

Living life believing the words of the ignorant and seeing oneself as a inferior and undeserving of the love that he relishes in now. The love that has somehow wiped away centuries of self hate and lack of self awareness. He figures that the reason why he used to be the first to throw himself into deadly missions were all desperate plea to prove himself, to put it into stone that he isn't a mere worthless bastard but is someone worthy of respect. But now his outlook has completely shifted. He is no longer living only for himself, but for another. He remembers the blind terror he felt when he thought that Nesta was swallowed by the black water in the Bog, or how she screamed when she thought that she lost him on Mount Ramiel.

He doesnt want either of them to go through that again. To be without the other. To feel that their very heart was ripped out of their chest, when both had taken permanent residence in the other.

He saw how Feyre reacted when Rhys died, and heard when Rhys screamed when Feyre was on deaths doorstop. The mere thought of Nesta experiencing that pain or him has softened his daring heart.

He will live, he will love and he will do it with Nesta in his arms.

As the song drew to a close, Nesta shifted from her position on his chest, too look upon him again. She brought her slim fingers to his cheeks and smiled. "Forever."

He could offer nothing but the same. A truth that had been both a promise and a prayer from the moment they met, "Forever."

Tag: @bakingandbooks3 @rhysandsdarlingfeyre @arinbelle @silvernesta @darklobe @haepaw @carlieg20 @illyrianshadowhunter

#acsf spoiler #nessian oneshot #nessian #bring it on home to me

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valkyriegoddesses · 3 years

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“I am the rock against which the surf crashes. Nothing can break me.”

“Nothing can break us.”

— Valkyries, A Court of Silver Flames

💜💙💚💜💙💚💜💙💚💜💙💚💜💙💚💜

I felt like using picrew to make this trio. THEY OWN MY HEART

#acosf #a court of silver flames #nesta archeron #emerie #gwyn berdara #valkyries #gwyneth berdara #emerie of illyria #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of thorns and roses #a court of frost and starlight #sarah j maas #acosf spoilers #a court of silver flames spoilers #acsf

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darklove9314-blog · 3 years

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But how is it possible that SJM made me love Nesta more???? She’s always been my favorite but this book just made her one of my fav characters of all time even if I didn’t agree with some of the plot line,

#acsf spoilers

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onceupona-chaos · 3 years

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I just read ACOSF and Az chapter and I am DEAD.

But I can't stop thinking about how Elain is mentioned as being very silent:

"Elain spoke from the doorway, having appeared so silently that they all twisted toward her, “Using me.”"

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“You came,” Elain said behind her, and Nesta started, not having heard her sister approach. She scanned Elain from head to toe, wondering if she’d been taking lessons in stealth either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friends."

And this is not the first time we see this is the books, so I wonder if it is a manifestation of Elaine's power...

#acsf #acosf #spoilers acsf #spoiler acosf #elain #elain archeron

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onceupona-chaos · 3 years

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Azriel: I am the spymaster, "the knife in the dark", Death in swift wings, always thinking, calculating, planning and coming up with some master strategy utterly letal. The eyes and ears under my command cannot be blinded. I am fully aware of everything. All my movements are carefully premeditated.

Elain: Beautiful. Put it on me?

Azriel: His head went quiet.

#Azriel has one brain cell around elain and no one can tell me otherwise #azriel x elain #elriel #elain x azriel #spoiler acosf #spoiler acsf

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onceupona-chaos · 3 years

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Nesta teasing Cassian while he can't think straight deserves recognition:

“I don’t think the House would appreciate such filthy behavior. Even if it’s a romance reader as well.”

“I … What?”

#acosf #spoiler acosf #acosf quote #nesta archeron #nessian #acsf #cassian

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lectophile · 3 years

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I think everyone got the whole three faced goddess for ACOTAR all wrong.

The three faced goddess was often also associated with Persephone, Demeter, and Hecate.

Persephone is the maiden — as is Feyre.

Persephone is forced to live half her life in the human world and half her life in the underworld. Feyre is known as the High Lady with the human heart.

Persephone is queen of the underworld. Feyre is high lady of the night court, and of the court of nightmares.

Persephone was abducted by Hades. Rhys is seen in Prythian (by those that don't know him) as the high lord of the night court, which to them is the court of nightmares. Though Feyre went on her own accord, Tamlin believed Feyre was abducted by Rhys through mind games.

Rhys even told Feyre that he felt that the mating bond made him seem like the evil man that took the bride of spring. Persephone is associated with spring due to being the personification of vegetation. Associated with spring, Feyre being called the bride of spring. Idk, maybe a reach but I saw it.

Demeter is the mother — as is Elain.

The Olympian goddess of harvest and agriculture. Elain loves to garden and is known as the gardening sister with a very skilled ability with most kinds of gardens.

Demeter is also seen as the harvest-mother. And I think we can all agree that Elain does give off (atm) an especially mother-like countenance with her kind character. I always felt that if the three Archeron sisters had been allowed to be humans their entire lives, Elain would have been the first to settle down and have lots of children. So idk why but the idea of her being a harvest-mother is especially fitting in my mind.

Demeter is associated with the earth goddess Gaia through her association with the goddess Cybele. Elain seems to be the most in tune with the earth, with her love for gardening and her seeming perfectly fitting personality and character in the spring court, which is all about nature and flowers and life.

Demeter also invoked the guise of Thermasia, who is a symbol of warmth, and I think that we all agree that SJM has painted Elain as someone drawn to warmth. She looks great in pastel colors and warm pinks and reds—not so much in dark, cool colors like black.

And then we have Hecate as the crone — as is Nesta (which we all knew).

Hecate is seen as the goddess of necromancy (*cough* *cough* mask) and the moon. I already alluded to the necromancy, but the moon—more specifically its cycle—is associated with rebirth of the soul. Nesta’s soul was reborn as that of an ancient death goddess when she was Made.

Hecate was drawn and protected those shunned, ostracized, and less conventional people like her. Nesta was drawn to Emerie and Gwynn. Also, she did as much as she could for the priestesses in the library through her trying to get them to join the training with Cassian.

Hecate is often seen carrying twin flames mounted on torches. Nesta’s power was death in the form of cold fire which was often seen with a glimpse from her eyes—twin flames.

Hecate is known for and associated with witchcraft. I think we all remember Nesta’s iconic “I’m a witch” lines throughout ACOWAR/ACSF.

Hecate is also believed to have the power to speak with spirits, ghosts, and such; she also helped Persephone adjust to her life in the underworld and was therefore believed to possibly carry the power to help people transition into their next lives. I think we see this somewhat during the birth scene in ACSF when Nesta stops time to prevent death from taking Feyre to her next life.

I just always got an off feeling with Feyre being the mother just because I didn’t see anything other than her actually being a mother and being pregnant that could make her fitting for the association with the mother. It’s okay if you all disagree, I’m just reading into greek mythology and felt the need to write this small report on this “text to world” (lol) connection I made.

#acsf spoiler #acsfspoilers #acsf spoilers #acsfspoiler

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onceupona-chaos · 3 years

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what do you think of Mor saying that Lucien can't be trusted?

I think in this case Mor has a good a point.

First, isn't Lucien supposed to be the "clever fox"? In Prythian, he is known for being clever, cunning and sly (and I wish we've got to see more of this side of him, bc it's so. damn. sexy). So the fact that Mor wants to keep an eye open (no pun intended, I swear) is very understandable. He's not their friend and they have a Court to worry about.

Secondly, his mating bond with Elain is the main (if not the only) reason Lucien is cooperating with the Night Court, she's been used as political pawn since ACOWAR. However, it is canon and a fact that Vassa and Jurian are his friends, and Lucien is getting uncomfortable around Elain. So it's quite obvious that he will be biased. Mor says "even if he's not aware of it": she didn't say he will betrayed the NC intentionally, but rather he is so close now to Vassa, he can't be objective anymore).

Besides... if you ask me (which you did lol), SJM wanted us to know that between Elain and Vassa, Lucien is getting closer to Vassa and will be biased (and that says a lot about the future of these books).

#spoiler acsf #Lucien Vanserra #acsf

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lectophile · 3 years

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Okay but someone write about how one day Gwyn goes up to Nesta’s private library to indulge in some privacy and pampering catered by the House and she has a pile of sweets and frogs dancing in each one of the bubbles in her only-bubbles bubble bath and she’s reading a very smutty book because she’s leveled up and Az walks by and sees her giggling and blushing hard at her book and she doesn’t notice because he’s silent and shadowsinger-ee but maybe one of his shadows tries to scurry in to be with her and he has to walk away because its not listening to him as if its drawn to her without explanation.

#acsf spoiler #acsfspoilers #acsf spoilers #acsf cannon #gwynriel

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lectophile · 3 years

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LAST LITTLE RANT BEFORE I GO

* Sorry I have to go, I just need to focus on work so I can get it out of the way prior to getting the book and I already fell a little behind by getting consumed on all the stuff being released.

I really don’t understand the meaning or purpose behind what Feyre did. Like it’s supposedly an intervention, but interventions are supposed to be a space where the people who care about the individual for whom it is for are all there ready to make a decisive move—but who was there?

Feyre, okay, she’s a sister and she clearly loves Nesta no matter the difficulties in their relationship.

Rhys….what the fuck is he doing there. Either (1) he didn’t respect Feyre’s request for him to not come (which I feel is unlikely because he seems to respect her requests); (2) he is there because this is not a family intervention but a matter of the Night Court and Nesta is being treated like a punished citizen for behaving criminally; (3) Feyre asked him to be there to support her (which, okay you can talk to him afterwards, you don’t need a hype man to deal with your sister).

Amren, even though Amren has just had a fight with Nesta, the fact that she would be petty enough to ignore her means she cares for her no matter what happened between the two of them. I know others may not believe so, but I think Amren is extremely mature and doesn’t view the Nesta situation in the same light as the others; I think she’s petty but cares for her so she wants to be there to help, but she’s herself through and through and won’t be soft for anyone, even if it’s for their sakes.

Cassian, okay, um, why?? Cassian cares for her, but from what everyone can tell, he has not been respectful or forward enough in that respect that he’s basically a boy who has a crush, not a faithful friend or anything. He should not be there. Feyre should not be playing matchmaker while having an intervention, at this moment in time he is not very important in Nesta’s life because he has decided to, and made it obvious that, he is not part of her life.

--------> Also, I feel like he asked to be there and Feyre let him. And idk how to elaborate on that but that’s just wrong, not on Cassian’s part bc anyone’s welcome to ask things, but on Feyre’s. If this was the case, she obviously was throwing a “Let’s get Nesta ‘fixed’ so we can stop having a reminder of what all the war cost us” party and not an intervention. Smh Feyre and Rhys, what was ACOMAF? Did we learn nothing in ACOMAF????

Okay, so we see. Only 2 out of the 4 people there should be there. But there is one person missing: Elain. Why isn’t Elain there? Why wouldn’t she be there? Maybe she didn’t want to go (which I doubt because she stabbed Hybern for Nesta), so I have a feeling Feyre didn’t really let Elain know. That’s just cowardly, because she knows Elain would object the unfair treatment of Nesta.

Also, idk if you guys remember but Nesta and Elain fought, actually fought, in the cabin. So while Elain is sweet and whatever, she isn’t spineless. She’s just not. To say so is to force Elain into a mono-faceted role and that’s internalized misogyny my friends.

Then, Feyre allows for Rhys to behave as he does. Not only the words and his “cruel smile,” but his body language. Wearing his high lord clothes, standing up as if he’s on guard—as if Nesta is a threat he has to protect Feyre from—and such.

Rhys should not be there. Rhys should not be there. Feyre, just because you are extremely co-dependent doesn’t mean your co-dependency should interfere with your relationships with others.

I feel this is hard for her to understand because only 3 out of her many relationships with people she cares about in Prythian (Lucien, Elain, and Nesta) are exclusive from that of hers with Rhys. So she doesn’t realize that while other relationships are of mutual importance to Rhys, the one between her and Nesta is not—if only because Feyre is a part of it does he care about it at all. Even then though, he doesn’t care about Nesta, he just wants his mate to get whatever she wants in the world.

Either ways, long rant I want to get out of the way prior to me reading because I feel this might be covered and I don’t want it to be irrelevant.

#nesta #nesta archeron #im gonna die #this book already killed me with three spoiler excerpts #nesta deserves so much fucking better than this #I hope you makes them grovel #I hope they realize she isn't someone to push around #Nesta Archeron supremacy #acsf #feyre #anti feyre #feyre you really are turning into an abusive tyrannical ruler for your sister who has no choice but to be your subject because she was force #forced into the world that you seem to love so much you don't realize your sister might hate

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