acherons

A summary of A Court of Wings and Ruin
  • Tamlin: *raises his voice when talking to Feyre*
  • Feyre: *looks out the window*
  • Tamlin: What are you doing???
  • Feyre: Don't mind me; I'm just trying to look for whoever the fuck you think you're yelling at, because I know for damn sure it ain't me

ily: i love you

ilysm: i love you so much

imaiwbdmeliwbmafhthtpbnaofnancfm: i’m a warrior. I’ve walked beside death my entire life. I would be more afraid for her, to have that power. but not afraid of her. nothing about nesta could frighten me.

“Feyre!” Elain exclaimed. “Come quick! The fae ambassadors have arrived!”

Feyre looked up from her book and rose a brow, “So?”

“So,” Nesta said cooly. “We are to meet them. Mother insisted.”

Feyre sighed and stood from her chair, smoothing down her skirts. “Very well, lead the way.”

The sisters skirts rustled together as they hurried down the stairs. Feyre stopped short, Elain almost running into the back of her.

In front of her were three men- males. Two with membranous wings she would just love to paint, but between them was such a beautiful male. He had midnight hair and stars for eyes. Every thought stripped from her head.

The male’s sensuous smile faltered, his starry eyes widening just a little. A crack in his mask, she supposed. Rhysand. This must be the High Lord of the Night Court, if she remembered her lessons correctly. The other two males must be members of his inner circle: Cassian and Azriel. The High Lord of the Night Court is said to be a Nightmare made flesh. She believed it.

Her mother’s lips tugged into a disapproving frown. She cleared her throat. “My daughters: Nesta, Elain and, my youngest, Feyre Archeron.” She and her sisters curtsied at their names.

The long haired male had his eyes on her eldest sister. Nesta rose her chin, her icy eyes unimpressed by the savage grin given by the male. The shadowed male had a small polite smile on his lips and the High Lord…he was looking at her.

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I saw this picture and this scene popped in my head. Hope you like it :)

More Feysand cause I want to improve my concept of both of them (plus I’ve wanted to draw this scene since the moment I read it); I’ll probably be doing a character portrait for each of them soon-ish too :D

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acowar countdown challenge week 5 | favorite otp: Nesta x Cassian

Cassian’s breathing turned jagged as her eyes flicked to his mouth, as her body came flush with his… He didn’t care. Didn’t give a shit as she rose up on her toes, her mouth nearing his-

Pain exploded between his legs, knocking the breath from his chest as that gods-damned knee of hers indeed found its mark.

Cassian staggered back, swearing viciously. She snorted, looking down at him as he fell on his ass into an armchair, clutching his stomach, trying to reorder his brain-

“You’re all the same,” She said, imperious as the night and cold as the dawn. “Perhaps being an immortal makes you predictable.”

“You,” he gasped out.

A low laugh broke from those lips, which he’d been fully prepared to taste, to devour-

A bride to spring, a mate to night. 

(Tumblr messed up the quality, for a change, so I had to add the borders to post the full drawing, but please also click it for hd :D)

This honestly took so long but it was worth it. I’ve been debating between posting this with or without background and decided that you’ll have this version now, and the other once I’ve drawn all the ships in acomaf, when I’ll be putting them all together. I’m really proud of this so I hope you like it as much as I do ♥